8.53.
9.30.
JOHN ST. JOHN
That, though, was only a young mild devil, though of
the same bad brood.
It said: "Is there any Path or
Attainment?
Have you been fooled all along ? "
But to-night‘s thought struck at my own integrity, at
the inmost truth of the soul and of Adonai.
As I said, there is no answer to it; and as these seven
days have left me fairly master of the fortress,
I
caught him young, and assigned him promptly to the
oubliette.
I put down this—not as a “ pose "—but because the
business is so gigantic.
It encourages me immensely;
for if my Dweller on the Threshold be that most
formidable devil, how vast must be the Pylon that
shelters him, and how glorious must be the Temple
just beyond
I
It seems that there was one more mistake to make;
for I’ve made it!
I started to attempt to awaken the Kundalini—the
magical serpent that sleeps at the base of the spine;
coiled in three coils and a half around the Sushumna;
and instead of pumping the Prana up and down the
Sushumna until Siva was united with Sakti in the
Sahasrara-Cakkram, I tried—God knows why; I'm
stupider than an ass or H . . . C
. . . .—-to work the
whole operation
in
Muladhara—with
the
obvious
result.
There are only two more idiocies to perform—one, to
take a big dose of Hashish and record the ravings as
if they were Samadhi; and two, to go to Church.
Ι
may as well give up.
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