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Magick Without Tears
Magick Without Tears (1954), PDF p. 357
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MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS
battle along the whole front; that is to say, I crossed to Paris,
where she had a flat, and carried her off to Switzerland to
spend the winter skating. Arrived at Interlaken, we found
that Murren was not open, so we went on to St. Moritz,
breaking the journey at Zurich. This town is so hideous and
depressing that we felt that our only chance of living through
the night was to get superbly drunk, which we did.
(Let me emphasize that this wild adventure had not the
remotest
connection
with Magick. Virakam was utterly
ignorant of the subject. She had hardly so much as a
smattering of Christian Science. She had never attended a
seance or played Planchette.)
... Lassati sed non Satiati by midnight, I expected to
sleep; but was aroused by Virakam being apparently seized
with a violent attack of hysteria, in which she poured forth a
frantic torrent of senseless hallucination. I was irritated and
tried to calm her. But she insisted that her experience was
real; that she bore an important message to me from some
invisible individual. Such nonsense increased my irritation.
But-after
about
an hour of it-my jaw fell with
astonishment. I became suddenly aware of a coherence in her
ravings, and further that they were couched in my own
language of symbols. My attention being thus awakened, I
listened to what she was saying. A few minutes convinced me
that
she
was actually
in communication
with some
Intelligence who had a message for me.
Let me explain briefly the grounds for this belief. I have
already set forth, in connection with the Cairo Working,
some of the safeguards which I habitually employ. Virakam's
vision contained elements perfectly familiar to me. This was
clear proof that the man in her vision, whom she called
Ab-ul-Diz, was acquainted with my system of hieroglyphics,
literal and numerical, and also with some incidents in my
Magical Career. Virakam herself certainly knew nothing of
any of these. Ab-ul-Diz told us to call him a week later , when
he would give further information. We arrived at St. Moritz
and engaged a suite in the Palace Hotel.
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