John St. John

JOHN ST. JOHN 8.40. Adonai. It is near the night of the Full Moon ; in my life the Full Moon hath ever been of great augury. But to—night I am too poor in spirit to hope. Lol I was travelling on the paths of Lamed and of Mem, of Justice and the Hanged Man, and I fell into both the pitfalls thereof. Instead of the Great Balance firmly held, I found only Libra, the house of Venus and of the exaltation of Saturn ; and these evil planets, smiling and frowning, overcame me. And so for the sublime Path of Mem ; instead of that symbol of the Adept, his foot set firmly upon heaven, his whole figure showing forth the Reconciler with the Invisible, I found but the stagnant and bitter water of selfishness, the Dead Sea of the Soul. For all is Illusion. Who saith “ Ι " denieth Adonai, save only if he mean Adonai. And Daleth the Door of the Pylon, is that Tree where- on the Adept of Man hangeth; and Daleth is Love Supernal, that if it be inserted in the word ANI, “ I,” giveth ADNI, Adonai. Subtle art thou and deadly, O Dweller of the Thres- hold (P.S.-—~This name is a bad one. Dweller beside [he Pylon is a better term ; for he is not in the straight path, which is simple and easy and open. He is never “ overcome ” ; to meet him is the proof of having strayed. The Key fits the Door perfectly ; but he who is drunken on the bad wine of Sense and Thought fumbles thereat. And of course there is a great deal of door, and very little key-hole), who dost use my very love of Adonai to destroy me! Yet how shall I approach Him, if not with reverent 95