י6.15
6.20.
6.45.
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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!