12.15.
12.58.
1.15.
2.30.
3.0.
4.15.
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THE EQUINOX
that before I reach those gates the whole sky may
be one black flame 01 thundercloud, and the violet
swords of the lightning may split asunder its heavy
womb, and the rain, laughing like a young child, may
dance upon the desert!
The Light beginneth to dawn upon the Path, so that
I see a little better where I stand.
This whole journey
seems under some other formula than IAO—perhaps
a Pentagram formula with which I am not clearly
acquainted.
If I knew the Word of the Grade, I could
foretell things: but I don’t.
I think I will read through the whole Record to date
and see 11 I can find an Ariadne-clue.
Back, and settled to Ritual—painting.
Finished: bar frontispiece and colophon, which I can
design and execute to—morrow.
Took half an hour off, making a silly sketch of a
sunset.
Will
now read through the Record, and
Reflect upon it.
“ Before I was blind
; now I see Ι "
Yesterday I was
right up to the Threshold, right enough; but got
turned back by the Dweller.
I did not see the Dweller
till afterwards (8.53 entry) for he was too subtle.
I will
look carefully back to try and spot him ; for if I “ knew
his Name" I could pass by—z'.e., next time I climb up
to the Threshold of the Pylon.
I think the entries
1.25 and 335
A.M. explain it.
“ HUGGING
MYSELF,
AS
"?חWERE.”
How
fatally