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Order without having made sure of having passed every test perfectly at every point; presuming to 
instruct a probationer in his work before becoming a neophyte; omitting essential points of ritual as 
troublesome formalities; or even making excuses for error of the kind by which a man persuades 
himself that his faults are really due to the excess of his merits. 
I remember one man who attributed his failure to perform Asana properly to his exceptional 
physical energy. His body, said he, was endowed with such force that he must be meant to move it -
-- it was all very well for ordinary men to try to sit still, but for him it was clearly an unnatural 
notion. Five years later, he told me he had become the strongest man on the planet and begged me 
to empty my revolver at his chest if I didn't mind the bullets rebounding and breaking my windows. I 
spared my windows; besides, I hate to clean my revolver. He then offered to take me downstairs 
and watch him shoulder a motor car and run down the road with it. I told him that I knew he could 
do it and wouldn't insult him by asking for proof. He went away, prancing and purring. Next day I 
had a postcard from him and guessed from his shaky upstrokes what was the matter. It chimed in 
with his talk. A month passed, then I heard that he had been diagnosed as suffering from general 
paralysis of the insane. The man who had been singled out from the herd for splendour of strength 
could not move a muscle; he rolled from side to side with regular rhythm. The man who boasted 
could no longer speak; he uttered a long monotonous howl, hardly varying by a note, hour after 
hour. 
It is such cases that keep me constantly on my guard against being "too proud to fight" --- or to 
sweep the floor, if it comes to that. My Grade as a Magus of A.'. A.'., my office as the Logos of the 
Aeon, the Prophet chosen to proclaim the Law which will determine the destinies of this planet for 
an epoch, singles me out in a sense, puts me in a class which contains only seven other names in the 
whole of human history. No possible personal attainment could have done this. There are countless 
initiates, especially in Asia, who have scaled very summit in the range of spiritual success. I should 
unquestionably have become insane from satisfaction at the fulfilment of my utmost aspirations 
having been granted to me 
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so superlatively beyond imagination conceived, but for (as I said before) "my sense of humour and 
my common sense". 
I never let myself forget the rocks which have baffled me: the Coolin Crack on Beachy Head (curse 
it!), the direct way up the Deep Ghyll Pillar (damn it!), the east face of the Dent Blanche (blast it!). 
I hardly every plume myself even on my poetry unless I am very depressed. I prefer to dwell on my 
ignorance of various subjects --- a quite inexhaustible list; and the superficiality of my knowledge of 
the few of which I know what little I do. I meditate on my mistakes in dealing with mankind, my 
innocence of their most obvious characteristics. My simplicity is such that I often wonder if I am not 
half-witted. On practically every matter which men who can hardly read, and have certainly never 
read a book worth reading, understand with every part of their minds better than I understand with 
any part of mine, even in what I have studied with sweat, at the cost of eyesight, sleep and 
digestion. 
This digression has been permissible because of its pertinence to my Algerian initiation. I may now 
resume the narrative. 
My method of obtaining "The Vision and the Voice" was as follows: I had with me a great golden 
topaz (set in a Calvary cross of six squares, made of wood, painted vermilion), engraved with a 
Greek cross of five squares charged with the Rose of forty-nine petals. I Held this as a rule in my 
hand. After choosing a spot where I was not likely to be disturbed, I would take this stone and 
recite the Enochian Key, and, after satisfying myself that the invoked forces were actually present, 
made the topaz play a part not unlike that of the looking-glass in the case of Alice. 
I had learned not to trouble myself to travel to any desired place in the astral body. I realized that 
space was not a thing in itself, merely a convenient category (one of many such) by reference to 
which we can distinguish objects from each other. When I say I was in any Aethyr, I simply mean in