John St. John

י6.15 6.20. 6.45. 82 THE EQUINOX hath inflexible intellectual rulers! I eat it in a semi- Yogin manner. I am wondering whether I have not made a mistake in allowing myself to sleep. It would be just like me, if there were only one possible mistake to make, to make it! I was perfect, had I only watched. ButI let my faith run away with me. . . . I wonder. Dinner over, I go on as I am in calm faith and love. Why should I expect a catastrophic effect? Why should not the circumstances of Union with God be compatible with the normal consciousness ? Inter- penetrating and illuminating it, if you like; but not destroying it. Well, I don’t know why it shouldn’t be; but I bet it isn‘t! All the spiritual experience I have had argues against such a theory. On the contrary, it will leave the reason quite intact, supreme Lord of its own plane. Mixing up the planes is the sad fate of many a mystic. How many do I know in my own experience who tell me that, obedient to the Heavenly Vision, they will shoot no more rabbits l Thus they found a system on trifles, and their Lord and God is some trumpery little elemental masquerad- ing as the Almighty. I remember my Uncle Tom telling me that he was sure God would be displeased to see me in a blue coat on Sunday. And to-day he is surprised and grieved that I do not worship his God—or even my own tailor, as would be surely more reasonable!