THE EQUINOX
2.18. relative of whom nobody for years had ever seen any-
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thing but his head, which he would poke out of a
waterproof sheet.
He was supposed to be an invalid.
I am glad to say that I woke properly and got quite
automatically on to the mantra.
My Prana, however, seems feverish and unbalanced.
So I eat a biscuit or two and drink some water and
will put it right with the Pentagram Ritual.
Done, but oh! how hard.
Sleep fights me as Apollyon
fought Christian! but I will up and take him by the
throat.
(See; ’tis 2.30.
Twelve minutes to do that little in!)
And look at the handwriting!
How excellent is Prana Yama, a comfort to the soul!
I did thirty-two cycles, easy and pleasant; could have
gone on indefinitely.
The muscles went rigid, prac—
tically of their own accord; so light did I feel that I
almost thought myself to be “that wise one ” who
“can balance himself on his thumb.”
Sleep is con-
quered right away from the word “jump.”
Indeed, if
Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees ;
then surely :
Satan flees, exclaiming “ Damn !"
When any saint starts Pranayam !
So happy, indeed, was I in the practice that I devoted
myself by the Waiting formula to Adonai ; and that I
got to " neighbourhood—concentration” is shewn by the
fact that I several times forgot altogether about Adonai,
and found myself saying the silly old Mantram.