10.08.
! 0.20.
10.55.
70
THE EQUINOX
I must come out of it either an Adept or a maniac.
Thank the Lord for that!
It saves trouble.
Undressed and robed.
Will do an Aspiration in the
Hanged Man position, hoping to feel rested and fit by
midnight.
The Incense has arrived from London; and I feel its
magical effects most favourable.
Ο creature of Incense!
I conjure thee by Him that
sitteth upon the Holy Throne and liveth and reigneth
for ever as the Balance of Righteousness and Truth,
that thou comfort and exalt my soul with Thy sweet
perfume, that I may be utterly devoted to this Work of
the Invocation of my Lord Adonai, that I may fully
attain thereto, beholding Him face to face—as it is
written “ Before there was Equilibrium, Countenance
beheld not Countenance ”—yea, being utterly absorbed
in His ineffable Glory—yea, being That of which there
is no Image either in speech or thought.
What a weary world we live in!
No sooner am I
betrayed into making a few flattering remarks about
my body than I find everything wrong with it, and
two grains
of Cascara Sagrada necessary
to
its
welfare!
.
.
.
. I wish I knew where I was!
I
don’t at all
recognise what Path I am on; it doesn’t seem like a
Path at all.
As far as I can see, I am drifting rudder-
less and sailless on a sea of no shore—the False Sea of
the Qliphoth.
For in my stupidity I began to try a
certain ritual of the Evil Magic, so called.
.
.
. Not