11.3.
11.38.
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THE EQUINOX
Rather pity myself, who cannot even make sensible
“ considerations ” for a Ritual of Adeptus Major.
The only thing to do in short is to go steadily on, with
a little extra courage and energy—no harm in that !—
on the same old lines.
The Winding of the Way must
necessarily lead me just where it may happen to go.
Why deliberately go off to Geburah? Why not aspire
direct by the Path of the Moon—Ray unto the Ineffable
Crown?
Modesty is misplaced here!
Very good.
Then how aspire?
Who
is
it that
standeth in the Moon-Ray? The Holy Guardian Angel.
Aye!
Ο my Lord Adonai, Thou art the Beginning
and the End of the Path.
For as Thou?התאthou art
also 406
=?ותTau the material world, the Omega.
And
as
He
mn Thou art
12,
the
rays
of the
Ineffable Crown.
(A disaster has occurred; viz., a sudden and violent
attack of that which demands a tabloid of Pepsin, Bis-
muth, and Charcoal—and gets it.
On my return, [1.34,
I continue.)
And as?ינאAni “I” thou art also?ויאthe Negative,
that is beyond these on either side!
But this illness is a nuisance.
I must have got a little
chill somehow.
Its imminence would account for my
lack of concentration.
And I could doubtless go on
gloriously, but that another disaster has occurred !
Enter Maryt, sitting and clothed and in her right mind
—or comparatively so!
I suppose, then, I must quit the game for a minute
or two.