It was about a fortnight after the writing of "Liber Legis" that Fra. P. left Egypt for the grey skies of the Scottish Highlands, where, with the Seer, he began to put into practice the experiments suggested in the Book of the Law.

The astounding success of these experiments would have convinced any other man of the reality of his experiences, and induced him to devote his life absolutely to the work enjoined; but Fra. P. was not made of common clay. He issued a careless manifesto, calling upon the Universe to adore, and nothing particular coming of this, he lost interest. It is what he calls "The way of the Tao" to do everything by doing nothing. Take no trouble or care about a matter; it will come to pass. It seems to us a sort of happy fatalism; to him it is the highest of magical formulae.

The upshot of all was that on the birth of a child he had completely put everything aside. He played at Yoga for about a week during the summer, and he took some little trouble to disperse the wreckage of the "Rosicrucians," which constituted a danger to navigation, the wretch Mathers having by now abandoned all pretence at magic, and mingled stupid sorceries with his bouts of intoxication, ever more frequent {7} and prolonged. This service to humanity he successfully performed; the "Rump" of the London Temple was dispersed, and its chief, his occupation gone, left to the more diverting pastime of trying to dodge the Criminal Law Amendment Act.

With autumn we find Fra. P. still less occupied with magic; he spent the winter skating at St. Moritz, where his only occult exploit seems to have been parson-baiting, and though he returned to Scotland in the spring, it was only for a few days. For on April 27, 1905, one of the old comrades of his journeys in Central Asia sought him out, and proposed a new Expedition. Fra. P. gleefully accepted, and on May 6, having got together his kit, left his home, and sailed for India on the 12th.

His diary is henceforth barren of all interest to us. We learn only that the success of his plans was spoilt by a mutiny, which resulted in the death of four innocent people, and a good deal of damage to the mutineers, and that in consequence he went off to visit his old friend the Maharaja of Moharbhanj, and shoot big game. After spending a few days with this amiable despot, he went off alone into the jungle, and his thoughts immediately reverted to magic, to the performance of the Great Work, though not as yet to the Egyptian revelations. His antipathy to these, with their irrational instructions, grew and grew. It was only with the shattering of his reason that he could possibly accept them, and act on them.

Yet even in this month's wandering in the jungle we find little in the diary but the record of exercise of strange magic powers. we read three or four times that a certain adept {8} joined him by night in the magical body. And on one night ---

"Had long colloquy with Golden Hawk; invited ---- (the Adept) and learnt that the Great Work was to create a new Universe. Whence severe self-criticism."

This at the end of his journey. Yet during this journey we find that he had written down the secrets of the Mystic Path in a mysterious MS., which few indeed have been privileged to see.

in Calcutta he was very busy. He had been attacked by armed robbers, and, slaying two of thema, was, in the then political condition of Bengal, likely to be offered up as a scapegoat. Further, his wife and child joined him, and it seemed most desirable that he should pursue his travels, which he did. But of this week one illuminating sentence is preserved. Fra. P. was driving through Calcutta with Mr. E---- T----, and complaining to him that the analysis of impressions showed no connection between them. There was no coherence in the non-Ego, and so no sanity in the Universe.

His companion pointed out that the same criticism applied with equal force to the Ego.

This fell on Fra. P. with the force of a thunderbolt. He had always known this in an intellectual way; now it stabbed him to the heart. Through the rest of the drive he sat silent, and in the bustle of the succeeding days of "Bandobast" for his newly projected walk through China, this awakening stood behind his mind, alert and operative.

From Calcutta he proceeded to Rangoon (Nov. 3-6), where {9} he found his old comrade, I. A., now a member of the Buddhist Sangha, under the name of Bhikku Ananda Metteya.

It was from him that he received the instructions which were to help him to reach the great and terrible pinnacle of the mind whence the Adept must plunge into the Abyss, to emerge naked, a babe --- the Babe of the Abyss.

"Explore the River of the Soul," said Ananda Metteya, "whence and in what order you have come."

For three days --- the longest period allowed by the Buddhist law --- he remained in the Choung, meditating on this matter; but nothing seems to have come of it. He set his teeth and settled down doggedly to this consideration of the eternal why. Here is a being in Rangoon. Why? Because he wanted to see Bhikku A. M. Why? Because ... and so on to the half-forgotten past, dark seas that phosphoresced as the clean keel of his thought divided them.

But, as appears, he was even more absorbed in the question of the consecution of impressions. Is there any connection between any two things?

We hear that he left Rangoon for Bhamo by the Irrawaddy steamer "Java" on the 15th. We can almost see him --- lean, brown, stern and immobile, watching the wavelets of the great river, and the flying-fish, and the one thought: Why?

He shut off his reflective faculties, for he saw that there was nothing to reason about. Phenomena were consecutive, but not causally connected.b

On the 18th he writes: "About now I may count my Speculative Criticism of the Reason as not only proved and understood, but realized"; and on the 19th: "The misery of this is simply sickening --- I can write no more."

There is, however, an entry of this date in his little MS. book of vellum: "I realize in myself the perfect impossibility of reason; suffering great misery. I am as one who should have plumed himself for years upon the speed and strength of a favourite horse, only to find not only that its speed and strength were illusory, but that it was not a real horse at all, but a clothes-horse. There being no way --- no conceivable way --- out of this awful trouble gives that hideous despair which is only tolerable because in the past it has ever been the Darkness of the Threshold. But this is far worse than ever before; for it is not a despair of the Substance, but of the Form. I wish to go from A to B; and I am not only a cripple, but there is no such thing as space. I have to keep an appointment at midnight; and not only is my watch stopped, but there is no such thing as time. I wish to make a cannon; and not only have I no cue, but there is no such thing as causality.

"This I explain to my wife" (!!! --- Ed.), "and she, apparently inspired, says, 'Shoot it!' (I suppose she means the reason, but, of course, she did not understand a word of what I had been saying. I only told her for the sake of formulating my thought clearly in words.) I reply, 'If I only had a gun.' This makes me think of Siegfried and the Forging of the Sword. Can I heat my broken Meditation-Sword in the furnace of this despair? Is Discipline the Hammer? At present I am more like Mime than Siegfried; a gibbering {11} ape-like creature, though without his cunning and his purpose.

"Only, no water's left to feed its play."

"Up with it on the tripod! It's extinct." But surely I am not a dead man at thirty!"

The entry is followed by an undated entry earlier than the 25th, suggesting a method of "discipline." But nothing else.

Indeed, there is absolute silence on all mystic matters until December 20, over a month later. On that day, jumping on to his Burmese pony, a few yards after fording the stream which marks the Chinese frontier, the animal backed before he was in the saddle, and fell with him over a cliff of some forty feet in height. "Neither hurt," he remarks. "Later, kicked on the thigh by a mule."

It is of no purpose here to deal with Fra. P.'s private affairs; but one must mention that all this time of interior insanity he was "playing the man" very vigorously. His moral force no doubt saved the Europeans of Tengyueh from a panic which might easily have resulted in massacre. After the death, perhaps by poison, of the Consul, the admirable and undervalued Litton, he was the only person who kept his head, and knew how to assert the authority of the white man.

So that we must understand that this "black insanity" of which Fra. P. speaks was a private little insanity of his own; it in no way interfered with the normal working of his magnificent and heroic brain.

Not to be turned aside from any purpose, however trivial, once he had formulated it, we find him leaving Tengyueh-Ting for the wildest mountains and deserts of Western China. {12}

But before this, the Light had begun to break into the ruins of his mind. On February 9 he writes: "About this full moon consciousness began to break through Ruach into Neschamah"; and two days later: "Pu Peng to Ying Wa Kuan. I 'shoot the Reason' by going back, though on a higher plane, to Augoeides ("i.e." the Holy Guardian Angel). Resolve to accomplish a Great Retirement on lines closely resembling Abra-melin. The 'note-book and stop-watch method' is too much like criticism. Doubt whether I should actually do Op. or confine myself to Augoeides. Latter easy to prepare, of course." And so on, making a plan.

Now, how did this come about? Not from the meditation on the Reason, which ended once for all in the Destruction of that Reason, but by the "Sammasati" meditation on his Kamma. Baffled again and again, the fall with his horse supplied the one factor missing in his calculations. He had repeatedly escaped from death in manners almost miraculous. "Then I am some use after all!" was his conclusion. "I am indeed SENT to do something." For whom? For the Universe; no partial good could possibly satisfy his equation. "I am, then, the 'chosen Priest and Apostle of Infinite Space.' Very good: and what is the message? What shall I teach men?" And like the lightning from heaven fell upon him these words: "THE KNOWLEDGE AND CONVERSATION OF THE HOLY GUARDIAN ANGEL."

Just that. No metaphysical stuff about the "higher self"; a thing that the very villagers of Pu Peng could understand. Avoid refinements; leave dialectic to the slaves of reason.

His work must, then, be to preach that one method and {13} result. And first must he achieve that for himself; for if the blind lead the blind ------

So again we read (in the Diary, this time) on February 11. "Made many resolutions of G. R. (Great Retirement). In dream flew to me an Angel, bearing an Ankh, to comfort me."

We may now transcribe the Diary. We find the great mind, the complex man, purged through and through of thought, stripped of all things human and divine, centred upon one single Aspiration, as simple as the love of a child for its father.

   Feb. 12.  Continuing these Resolutions.
    "   13.  Continuing these Resolutions.  Read through Goetia, etc., etc.
    "   14.  Thoughts of the Augoeides.
    "   15.  Again thoughts of Augoeides.  Knowing the Invocation
               (Preliminary Invocation in the Goetia) by heart, will repeat
               same daily.
    "   16.  A∴ (This cipher means "Invoked Augoeides.")
    "   17.  A∴ though unwell.
    "   18.  A∴ though ill.
    "   19.  A∴ some vision with Invocation.
    "   20.  A∴ in a.m. disturbed.
                 A∴ in p.m. rather good.
                 (Henceforward he did it twice daily.)
    "   21.  A∴ in a.m. with M∴ C∴ good (Is M∴ C∴ Mystic
               Circumambulation or Magical Ceremony or ---- ?) in p.m.
               disturbed by drugs and diarrhoea.  A weird effect.
    "   22.  A∴ in p.m.c poor (ill).     {14}
   Feb  22.  A∴ in p.m. poor (sleepy).
    "   23.  A∴ in a.m. poor.
                A∴ in p.m. rather good.
    "   24.  A∴ in a.m. pretty good.
                A∴ in p.m. just on the point of being good.
    "   25.  A∴ in a.m. mediocre.
                 Qy.  Are all these troubles in Yunnan-Fu due to Abra-melin
               devils?  I ask the Augoeides for "a sufficient measure of
               protection."  Like an instant answer comes Wilkinson's
               letter setting up things.
    "   26.  A∴ sleepy (Baby ill).  (He had been watching the child for
               two days and nights without sleep.)
    "   27.  A∴ in a.m. rather good.
                 A∴ in p.m. disturbed.
    "   28.  A∴ omitted in a.m. through forgetful folly.
                 A∴ in p.m. penitent by sleepy.
   March 1.  A∴ penitent and fair.
                 Good, but should do new Pentagram ritual before and after
               to make a Magick Circle.
    "    2.  New A∴ very difficult (walking on cobbles).
    "    3.  A∴ difficult (walking).
    "    4.  A∴ difficult walking and very tired.
                 (It should be explained that this powerful magical
               ceremony had usually to be done under the most awkward
               circumstances.  He averaged about ten hours' walking daily,
               and had all the business of camp life to attend to when he
               got in.  People who complain that they have to go to the
               City every day please note.)  {15}
   March 5.  A∴ better but not good.
    "    6.  A∴ better.
    "    7.  A∴ still better.
    "    8.  A∴ really very good.
                 Ditto in p.m.
                 (Smooth sandy road perhaps helped.)
    "    9.  A∴ very poor (horseback, slippery wet sand, and cobbles).
    "   10.  A∴ good considering (horseback).
    "   11.  A∴ poor (evil thoughts).
    "   12.  A∴ unconcentrated.
    "   13.  A∴ literally against my own will.  Beneath contempt.  Qy.
               Effect of ease, etc.
                 (On the 10th he had arrived at Mengtzu, where the
               Collector of Customs kindly received him, and gave him the
               first meal and bed he had had since leaving Tengyueh.)
    "   14.  A∴ still very bad --- a shade better.
    "   15.  A∴ still poor.  (Rain, wind, horse, mud, cobbles).
    "   16.  A∴ a shade better (in chair) ("i.e." his wife's Sedan chair).
    "   17.  A∴ slowly improving (boat).  (By this time they had got to
               Manhao, and embarked on the dangerous rapids of the Red
               River.  He was nearly drowned, the dug-out twice hitting
    "   18.  A∴ Arrived at Ho K'ow.
                 A∴ at night nearly forgotten.  Did it in the open late
               at night.  Rather good.  {16}
   March 19. A∴ mediocre (train).
    "    20. A∴ a bit better.  (He arrived at Hai-Phong.)
    "    21. A∴ about the same.
    "    22. A∴ bad (sleepy --- sea-sick).  He was now on a tramp steamer
               packed three-deep with pigs.)
    "    23. A∴ better.  (Magnificent Fata Morgana.  Shipping, etc.,
               upside down in air above itself.  Qy. A sign for me?)  (This
               question suggests that he is getting through the Abyss to
               that great obligation of a Master of the Temple, "I will
               interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God
               with my soul.")  (A night of shocking and terrible
    "    24. A∴ again a shade better.
    "    25. A∴ good.  Vision more convincing.
    "    26. A∴ still good.
    "    27. Ad poor (heavy sea).  (Off
    "    28. A∴ again poor (heavy sea).
    "    29. (At Hongkong).  A∴ poor (indigestion).
    "    30. A∴ good: very good.
    "    31. A∴ fairly good.
   April  1. A∴ poor -- sleepy.
    "     2. A∴ again poor, in spite of two attempts.
    "     3. A∴ mediocre (left Hongkong per ss. "Nippon Maru").  (He had
               sent his wife and child directly by steamer to England.)
    "     4. I foolishly and wickedly put off A∴ work all day; now it is
               1 a.m. of the 5th.  By foolish, I mean contrary to my
               interest and hope in A∴
                 By wicked I mean contrary to my will.  {17}
                 A∴ goodish: lengthy and reverie-like.  Yet my heart is
               well.  I spake it audibly.
   April  5. A∴ vocalized: goodish.  (Knocked sideways by malaria; a
               sharp attack of shivering.)
    "     6. At Shanghai.  A∴ very ethereal.
    "     7. Bowled clean over by fever; spent p.m. in bed drunk with
               Dover's Powder.  Quite sufficiently ill to excuse slackness:
                "e.g." I could not even read a light novel.
    "     8. Feeble but convalescent.
                 A∴ nevertheless pretty good for concentration and
               sincerity; not notable for result.
                 I think I had better begin to renounce idle things, save
               where politeness calls, and calls loud.
                 If I take life too easy, the Great Retirement will be
               harder: on the other hand an asceticism to no instant
               purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes.  One
               of those rare cases where a "golden mean" looks well.
    "     9. A∴ at night good: considerable strain in ether.
                 (It is here fitting to mention Fra. P.'s idea of
               performing this "Preliminary Invocation" of the Goetia.)
                 The preamble he makes a general concentration of all his
               magical forces, and a declaration of his will.
                 The Ar Thiao section.  He travels to the infinite East
               among the hosts of angels summoned by the words.  A sort of
               Rising on the Planes," but in a horizontal direction.  {18}
                 The same remarks apply to the next three sections in the
               other quarters.
                 At the great invocation following he extends the
               Shivalingam to infinite height, each letter of each word
               representing an exaltation of it by geometrical progression.
               Having seen this satisfactorily, he prostrates himself in
                 When consciousness begins to return, he uses the final
               formula to raise that consciousness in the Shivalingam,
               springing to his feet at the moment of uniting himself with
               it, and lastly uttering that supreme song of the Initiate
               beginning: "I am He, the Borneless Spirit, having light in
               the feet; strong, and the Immortal Fire!"
                 (Thus performed, the Invocation means about half an hour
               of the most intense magical work imaginable --- a minute of
               it would represent the equivalent of about twelve hours of
   April 10. A∴ no good (rather tired, especially at night).
    "    11. A∴ very bad indeed: worried.
    "    12. A∴ better, but sleepy.  Not by any means good, but more
    "    13. A∴ sleepy: in fact dropped off.  (He had been doing a magic
               for a Soror of the Great Order, and exhausted himself.)
    "    14. (Easter Eve).  A∴ mediocre.
                 The Op. of Abramelin being due to commence on Easter
               Sunday, methinks it would be well to make a certain profound
               conjuration of A∴ on {19} that day with a view to
               acquiring a proper knowledge of the Method of the G∴ R∴
               The A∴ should be definitely invoked for this purpose with
               all possible ceremony.  Is it not written: "Unto whomsoever
               shall draw nigh unto Me will I draw nigh"?  And, as I have
               proved, the help of A∴ is already given as if the Op. were
               successfully brought to an end.  Only can this right be
               forfeited by slackness toward the obligation.  From this,
               then, O Holy Exalted One, preserve me!  (The invocation had
               to wait till to 20th.)
   April 15. A∴ rather better.
    "    16. A∴ above average; but little convincing.
    "    17. A∴ about the same: very tired.
    "    18. Studying "Liber Legis."
                 A∴ much better; will go to sleep in vision.  (The result
               curious: I woke up several times, and though I cannot at all
               remember, I know it was thinking of A∴ in some way.)
    "    19. A∴ fair.  After-results again vaguely magnificent --- memory
               seems quite in vain.
    "    20. A∴ in the presence of my Soror F.
                  (The results of this and the next invocation were most
               brilliant and important.  They revealed the Brother of A∴
               A∴ who communicated in Egypt as the Controller of all this
               work.  Their importance belongs therefore rather to the
               history of those relations than of this simple invocation-
               method, and will be dealt with in {20} another place.  P.
               was entirely sceptical of these results at the time.)
   April 21. A∴ with Soror F.  Left Shanghai.
    "    22. Ill.  No regular A∴ but much concentrated thought.  Decided
               to reject results of 20th and 21st, and go on as if they had
               never happened.
    "    23. Fair to good.  Asked A∴ for sufficient health on voyage to
               perform invocations properly.  (PS. This was granted.)
    "    24. At Kobe.  A∴ fair only; though I invoked all these powers of
               mine.  Yet after, by a strong effort of will, I banished my
               sore throat and my surroundings, and went up in my Body of
               Light.  Reached a room in which a cruciform table was
               spread, a naked man being nailed thereto.  Many venerable
               men sat around, feasting on his living flesh and quaffing
               his hot Blood.  These (I was told) were the Adepts, whom I
               might one day join.  This I understood to mean that I should
               get the power of taking only spiritual nourishment --- but
               probably it means much more than this.
                 Next I came into an apparently empty hall, of white ivory
               worked in filigree.  A square slim altar was in the midst.
               I was questioned as to what I would sacrifice on that altar.
               I offered all save my will to know A∴ which I would only
               change for its own realization.  I now became conscious of
               god-forms of Egypt sitting, {21} so vast that I could only
               see to their knees.  "Would not knowledge of the gods
               suffice?"  "No!" said I.  It was then pointed out to me that
               I was being critical, even rationalistic, and made to see
               that A∴ was not necessarily fashioned in my image.  I
               asked pardon for my blindness, and knelt at the altar,
               placing my hands upon it, right over left.  Then one, human,
               white, self-shining (my idea after all!), came forth and put
               his hands over mine, saying: "I receive thee into the Order
               of the ----."
                 I sank back to earth in a cradle of flame.
   April 15. Yesterday's vision a real illumination, since it showed me an
               obvious mistake which I had utterly failed to see.  The word
               in my Kamma-work (in Burma) was "Augoeides," and the method
               "Invoking Often."  Therefore a self-glittering One, whether my
               conscience approves or not, whether my desires fit or not,
               is to be my guide.  I am to "invoke often," not to criticize.
               Am I to lose my grade of Babe of the Abyss?  I cannot go
               wrong, for I am the chosen one; that is the very postulate
               of the whole work.  This boat carries Caesar and his
                 A∴ fair to good; but attention wandered toward close.
    "    26. A∴ fair.  Am convinced I did not go to sleep: yet the end is
               completely veiled from memory.
                 (Neighbourhood-concentration attained -- ED.) {22}
                 A∴ rather poor; yet a certain clarity of vision of a
               white one like him of the 25th.
   April 28. A∴ poor; bodily health imperfect still, yet great clarity of
               vision in the matter of the four quarters.
    "    29. A∴
                  The same thing happens every time: the mechanical part is
               kept easily, but I fall instantly into a dull reverie or
               even slumber.  This has nothing pleasant or alluring; is
               curiously impersonal and bewildering.
    "    20. A∴ exactly the same as yesterday.  Will repeat.
                 (It has struck me --- in connection with reading Blake ---
               that Aiwass, etc., "Force and Fire" is the very thing I
               lack.  My "conscience" is really an obstacle and a delusion,
               being a survival of heredity and education.
                 Certainly to rely on it as an abiding principle in itself
               is wrong.  The one really important thing is the fundamental
               hypothesis: I am the Chosen One.  All methods will do, if I
               only "Invoke often" and stick to it.)
                 A∴ repeated.  Very good and lucid.
                 (It will be noticed that Fra. P., during this period,
               seems to have been constantly struggling with his
               "conscience."  He had completely destroyed his intellect;
               now he was up against the last bulwark of the Ego, the moral
               self, the tendencies.  Notice that in speaking of
               destruction of the intellect, nothing more is meant than
               recognition of the vanity of the intellect in {23} relation
               to the absoute; so also for conscience.  Twice two still
               make four, and killing is still murder: but all this is
               relative, and relates to the individual in his limitations,
               not to the absolute).
                 This very simple truth, that the planes are separate, is
               the greatest of all the discoveries of Fra. P.  It is a
               complete key to life.
   May    1. A∴ fair.  No tendency to sleep.
                 (The O .'. (operation) is a great test of faith and will;
               not at all of wit.  Just what I have always lacked!)
                 Yesterday's attribution of the hexagram given in vision
               clearly right.  The descending triangle is the divine
               drawing down to man, the wedge of blue splitting matter; the
               upright triangle is the human flame aspiring.
                 (Compare the doctrine of the two arrows in "Liber" 418.)
    "     2. Worked hard at day at Comment on "Liber Legis:" lamentably
               little result.
                 A∴ good, considering excessive fatigue.
    "    2"bis." (the extra day gained on crossing the 180 Degree.)
                 A∴ good --- vision like the Milky Way in texture.
    "     3. A∴ mediocre.
    "     4. A∴ very energetic on my part, intently so, better perhaps
               than ever before.
                 However (or perhaps because) there was little vision.
                 Indeed, this work of A∴ requires the Adept to {24}
               assume the woman's part: to long for the bridegroom, maybe,
               and to be ever ready to receive his kiss; but not to pursue
               openly and to use force.
                 Yet "the Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence, and the
               violent take it by force."  May it not be, though, that such
               violence should be used against oneself in order to attain
               that passive state?  And, of course, to shut out out {sic}
               all rivals?  Help me, thou Holy One, even in this; for all
               my strength is weak as water, and I am but a dog.  Help me,
               O self-glittering one! draw nigh to me in sleep and in
               waking, and let me ever be as a wise virgin, and expect thy
               coming with a lamp of oil of holiness and beauty!  Hail,
               beautiful and strong one!  I desire thy kisses more than
               life or death.
   May    5. A∴ medium.
    "     6. A∴ tired and excited, yet with great resolution.
                 Vision good.  Aimed at passive attitude.
    "     7. A∴ good; starry effect concentrating into a brilliant
               moonlight in my body.
    "     8. A∴ same effect as yesterday.
    "     9. A∴ poor.  (This begins the railway journey from Vancouver.)
    "    10. A∴ poor.  Am really worn out.
    "    11. A∴ better --- much reverie; vision not acute.
    "    12. A∴ not bad.
    "    13. A∴ purposely done more rapidly than usual.  But restful.
   May   14. A∴ sleepy.  Am by no means recovered from the fatigues of
               this journey.
    "    15. A∴ mediocre and unwilling.
    "    16. (Arrived New York) A∴ better but sleepy.  I must really buck
    "    17. A∴ better, but "business" is a nuisance, and prevents the
               mind concentrating.
    "    18. A∴ The usual thing.  I forget about it till late, or at
               least put it off.  A man cannot serve two masters.
                 I began A∴; then deliberately stopped, as it was a
               farce.  I appoint Sunday form waking to sleeping as a day of
               fast and penance.
                 Unable, or unwilling, to sleep, recommenced A∴
                 Elaborate and really not bad.
    "    19. A∴ most oppressive day --- 96 Degrees --- heat-exhaustion,
               nearly prostration.  A∴ gabbled.  My throat "ached," and I
               was just out of a sodden sleep.
    "    20. A∴ a shade better; am still pretty ill.
    "    21. A∴ very tired, very determined, not altogether bad
               subjectively, but no voice or vision.
    "    22. A∴ at first disturbed --- with resolution, better vision
               somewhat, but confused and distorted.
                 (Imagination had been excited by reading Ludlow's
    "    23. A∴ in afternoon tired and sleepy.
    "    24. A∴ not so bad, though most frightfully tired.
    "    25. A∴ poor in vision.  There has been no good work for a long
               while.  Why? {26}
   May   26. A∴ same as yesterday.  Must meditate on cause.  (Sailed for
    "    27. A∴ Go through after incredible struggle of 1 1/2 hours.
    "    28. A∴ just a shade better.  But my cabin is a little Hell.
    "    29. A∴ shade better; but still very poor.
    "    30. A∴ very good indeed.  Renewed the terrible vows of this
               initiation, and was rewarded by the Divine Kiss.  O self-
               glittering one, be ever with me!  Amen.
    "    31. A∴ better than ever yet.  Vision quite perfect; I tasted the
               sweet kiss and gazed in the clear eyes of that Radiant One.
               My own face became luminous.
   June   1. A∴ good but interfered with by fatigue.  Used much
                 (And now Fra. P. was to be struck down by an overwhelming
               blow.  It seems almost as if the experiences of May 30 and
               31 were to prepare him to meet it.)
    "     2. A∴ Arrived Liverpool.  Heard of Baby's death by letter from
               ------ and ------.  Arrived London, perfectly stunned.
                 (He travelled to London with the friends he had made on
               the voyage, refusing to allow them to suspect that anything
               was wrong.)
                 A∴ appropriate in tone, though of course mechanical.  I
               solemnly reaffirmed the oath of mine obligation to perform
               the operation, {27} offering under these terrible
               circumstances all that yet remains.
                 Fortunately I am quite unable to think of the thing in
               detail or as a reality.
                 (He adds a note to this on December 31.  "Not
               'fortunately' at all.  One never gets able to do so.  Stupor
               and pangs get to the limit, and that limit is easy reached
               by very partial conceptions of one's loss.")
   June.  3. ... I have live through the day.
                 A∴ a sad mechanic exercise.
    "     4. A∴ no good.
    "     5. Practically broke down playing billiards.  Have drugged
               myself.  (He was playing with a surgical friend, who
               insisted on his taking Veronal.)  Will do A∴ and sleep.
    "     6. Went to "Tristan und Isolde."  Slept right through from overture
               to Act II; my neighbour then ejected me for snoring.
                 Did A∴ feebly, in streets.
    "     7. Went to Plymouth to meet wife.  Did A∴ in train.  A shade
               better, and more acquiescence or survival or transcendence
               --- whichever name you prefer.
    "     8. Really too ill to do a regular A∴ but struggled through, and
               repeated vows.
    "     9. Still breaking down at intervals and staggering from nervous
               weakness.  Dropping off to sleep at odd times and places.
               A∴ practically nil. {28}
   June  10. Vain attempts, interrupted by invincible sleep, to do A∴
    "    11. Still frightfully ill --- sleep and nightmares.  A∴ again
               conquered by these, though I did my very utmost.
    "    12. A shade better.  A∴ in Turkish bath not bad considering.
    "    13. A∴ futile.
    "    14. A∴ a shade better.
    "    15. A∴ and a further renewal of the Vow.
    "    16. Went to sleep doing A∴  Am still very ill with throat.
    "    17. A∴ better.  Throat better.
    "    18. A∴ mediocre.
    "    19. A∴ I went to sleep, I fancy.
    "    20. A∴ a shade better.
    "    21. A∴ poor again.  There seems little intention; perhaps owing
               to my bad health and the general uncertainty of things.
    "    22. A∴ sleepy but a shade better.
    "    23. Saw Fra. D.D.S.  A∴ much better.
    "    24. A∴ fair.
    "    25. Went to sleep trying to do A∴
    "    26. A∴ ------------?
    "    27. Still very bad --- my head aches all over, and my throat.
    "    28. Still very bad.
                 (There is no further entry till July 4.  Fra. P. was
               evidently utterly broken down.  Yet the A∴, though not
               recorded, was not interrupted.) {29}
   July   4. Doctors insist on immediate operation.
    "     6. My throat and head still utterly bad --- no work for these
               days --- only the pretence of it.  Before I had got to the
               end of the preamble I was almost delirious every time.
    "     7. Had a Turker and did A∴ in it, though with great discomfort.
    "     8. To Nursing Home.
                 Unto thee, Adon-ai, do I commit my way.
                 Unto thee, the Augoeides, unto thee the Self-Glittering
                 I put my trust in the power that hath devised me as I am
               for the achieving of a purpose, the Next Step.
                 A∴ rather bad, but done.  Being in bed has cured the
               eternal headache, and the throat is much better.
                 (The doctors were not sure whether Fra. P. was suffering
               from cancer or tubercle --- pleasing alternative!  Probably
               the real trouble was due to the fall with his horse months
               before.  The microscope failed to reveal its real nature;
               but it was evidently nothing serious.)
    "     9. Operation performed with little pain.  My display of cowardice
               (he asked for a drink of water during the operation, which
               was done with only local anaesthetics.  But he had made up
               his mind not to speak during the operation, unless to make a
               joke) may partly excused by my general nervous break-down, I
               hope. {30}
                 A∴ at night, a shade better.  Some slight vision.
   July  10. A∴ at night fair only.
    "    11. A∴ rather reveresque.
    "    12. Throat very bad.  A∴ futile.
    "    13. A∴ better (in A. M.)
                 (Twenty-second week of A∴ ends.  There ought to be a new
               current to-morrow.)  (The idea was 22 weeks for the 22
               letters of the Hebrew Alphabet.  So he seeks a new method.)
    "    14. Avoided invoking A∴ that He might instruct me in Vision.  I
               am in serious trouble.  Place, Method, Means, Time, etc.  A
               wakeful night, followed by profound and dreamless sleep (Had
               spend much thought on A∴).
    "    15. Thought a deal of A∴
    "    16. Will think, again, not do the formal invocation.
    "    17. This thinking seems little or no good: but the fault is that
               the real P. is actually not thinking of A∴  When he is,
               the invocation is unnecessary; when he isn't it's feeble.
               What "am" I to do?
                 (Should suggest sticking to it.  D.D.S., whom I consulted
    "    18. The new method appears to be a mere dumb aspiration --- a
               Prayer of Silence continued throughout the twenty-four
    "    19. Worried all day, but aspired.
    "    20. Stitches out.  Aspiration to A∴ very strong.
    "    21. Some thought of A∴         {31}
   July  22. Thoughts of A∴
    "    23. Turning to A∴ was turning to sleep, as too often happens.
    "    24. A day off, apparently.  (This means that there is no entry in
               the original diary.  It does not imply that nothing was
               done, only that nothing was worthy record {sic}, or that
               such record was omitted.  Note the "apparently," as of
    "    25. A bad day.  (Going out of Nursing Home.)
    "    26. Went down to stay with D.D.S.
    "    27. Here we have a most extraordinary entry, which needs
               explanation and illustration.
                 Fra. P. was crucified by Fra. D.D.S., and on that cross
               was made to repeat this oath: "I, P----, a member of the
               Body of Christ, do hereby solemnly obligate myself, etc., to
               lead a pure and unselfish life, and will entirely devote
               myself so to raise, etc., myself to the Knowledge of my
               higher and Divine Genius that I shall be He.
                 "In witness of which I invoke the great Angel Hua to give
               me a proof of his existence."
                 P. transcribes this, and continues: "Complete and perfect
               visualization of ..." here are hieroglyphics which may mean
               "Christ as P---- on cross."  He goes on: "'The low dark
               hill, the storm, the star.'  But the Pylon of the Camel
               ("i.e." the path of Gimel) open, and a ray therein: withal a
               certain vision of A∴ remembered only as a glory now
               attainable. {32}

{Illustration facing page 32 described:

This is a drawing, printed in half-tone and captioned beneath "THE CRUCIFIXION OF FRA. P." The basic outline is a rectangle, narrow horizontally and long vertically. The image is complex, with two main features. There is a figure to the right with the Crown of Amon, standing in a cloud that extends slightly beyond and to the left behind and greatly to the fore, mainly to the right and then low to the left, rising again a bit at the extreme left. This figure is frontal, eyes staring and with a full beard and long mustache. The beard is pointed, mustache strongly curved downward and outward like cattle horns. The face is fearsome of aspect. This figure has a loose robe, hanging over a tight band at the waist. A dagger passes beneath the band with hilt over navel and blade to the right of the picture, ending about hip height. The left arm is straight down, holding a large dark Ankh. The Right hand is extended to the left of the picture, upper arm nearly horizontal but a little below, Forearm is sharply upward and to the front, with hand grasping a phoenix wand near top of shaft, back of hand to the left of picture and fingers curled horizontally over shaft. The Phoenix wand itself faces to the left of the picture, its C-fork base just touching the cloud pattern rising behind the figure. The feet are not visible, owing to the clouds.

The other principal figure is a column of light over a hill. This column is narrower at the top and widens to encompass just over half the width of the picture (top width is about one fourth of picture). This column terminates in the hill and in the cloud already described to left and right. On the left side of the picture, outside the column of light and vertical are these characters marked, top to bottom: A shape like a Hebrew letter Bet or Mem with the left riser removed. A shape like "U". A Shape like a capitol "L", but reversed left to right". Lastly, another "U" shape, with a slight line coming from near the top of the right upright and undulating almost to touch the left upright. To the right of the column of light there is a similar array of four letter shapes, apparently the same as those on the left, but with the column and letters simply inverted, top to bottom. These may be from the grid of the "Qabalah of Nine Chambers," in which case they would be LBGK; but the symmetry suggests YHVH.

The Column of Light itself contains several features: There is a white circle at the top, truncated by the upper limit of the picture. In it are arrayed the Greek letters Iota, Alpha, Omega. The "I" and "O" are smaller and just below center to left and right. The "A" has its point about center and extends much larger than the others nearly to the lower arc of the circle. This "A" also has dots standing out from its apex and its two leg ends, three in all. This white circle is surrounded by a diffuse ring and rays of light extend from it. There is a strong ray vertically downward, two to either side of it intercepting the column of light at about mid-height, two more short ones above those, then two very short ones above those in turn, and there seem to be from two to three others passing the median of the circle but indistinct. There are letters on either side of the vertical ray, about mid height of the picture: "Or (ray) dO" and below that: "A∴ (ray) A∴ ". This central ray illuminates and encompasses the upright of a crucifiction in the lower third of the picture, rising from the top of the hill. There is a generalized human form as corpus, facing forward on Latin cross. The figure is suggestive of Crowley, but only with a considerable weight loss. In curved wedges of shadow to the left and right of the hill top, within the widening of the column of light, are two canted elongate Latin Crosses with crescent moons horns to top about the intersection of arm and upright. That to the left cants to left and has a black crescent, between and below the horns, on the arm "FUR". That to the right cants to right, white crescent, "FUR" written again as before. The slope of the hill on the left has these words arching just above and along it "Milites Judaei"; to the right "Mater. Johannes. There are off vertical striations in the column to right and left of the vertical ray, beneath A ∴ A ∴ and above the crucifixion. The hill below the crucifixions has five Hebrew letters in black, forming a the word "Golgotha", GLGThA.}

                 "Humility, Purity, Confidence.
                 "INRI Instar Noli Revelare Ineffabile."
                 But Fra. P. made also a sketch of the vision, which we
               here copy and reproduce.e
   July  28. Twenty-fifth week of A∴ begins.
    "    29. (A∴ continued evidently, for P. writes.)
                 Perfect the lightning-conductor and the flash will come.
    "    30. (The diary of P. from this date is now full of hieroglyphics,
               which are and must ever remain indecipherable.  We may
               gather a certain amount from those passages which are
               intelligible.  He apparently tried repeating the new formula
               given by D.D.S., conceived perhaps as a mental operation on
               the lines of that given in "Equinox IV" concerning an egg
               between pillars.)
   Aug.   4. About to try the experiment of daily Aspiration in the Sign of
               Osiris Slain.
                 Did this twenty-two minutes, with Invocation as of old.
                 Cut cross on breast an circle on head.
     (SCIRE) The vow of Poverty is to esteem noting save A∴
    (AUDERE) The vow of Chastity is to use the Magical Force only to invoke
     (VELLE) The vow of Obedience is to concentrate the Will on A∴ alone.
    (TACERE) The vow of Silence: so to regulate the whole organism that so
               vast a miracle as the Completion of the Great Work excites
               therein no commotion.  {33}
                 N.B. --- To look expectantly always, as if He would
               instantly appear.
   Aug.  10. In Sign of Osiris Slain; cut cross and circle as before,
               renewing vows.  Twenty-eight mins.
                 Got the Threshold --- the awful doubt whether one
               shouldn't walk away and throw up the whole thing ---
               presented first as a temptation, than as a doubt.  Wherefore
               the cry, "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani."  But got no further
               --- save from a sense of dew distilling from the Eye in the
               Triangle by the Ray.
    "    14. Am still very much below par.  Not that I feel bad; but I
               sleep absurdly after message.
                 (As a matter of fact, he suffered intensely from neuralgia
               and eye trouble all this summer, with hardly any
    "    18. Reobligated, though ill.
                 (Through the obstruction of a duct in the eye several
               extremely painful operations were needed, and he was in
               practically unintermittent pain.)
    "    25. Reobligated, though ill.
   Sept.  1. Reobligated, though ill.
    "     8. Pain too great to record vows, even if I made any.
                 (His practice was evidently to take the vows afresh every
               week: he seems to have recorded no practices, though he
               evidently did them daily.  The diary is all this time blank
               of any records of any sort.)
    "    16. Renewed vows as usual.
    "    17. Went to A --- P --- H ---, C.    {34}
                 (The change of air cured his neuralgia instantly.
               Henceforth he may be considered well again.  He speaks of
               himself on the 20th as "an absurd but athletic ass," after a
               night spent wandering about London talking to policemen and
               night watchmen.)
   Sept. 21. Did a little Invocation.  Inquiring how to invoke A∴ got the
               instant reply "Often!" --- and only saw later that this was
               the same old order as before.  Which confirms it: discard
               methods, rituals, etc. (and their contradictions), but do it
    "    22. D.D.S. visits me.  Celebration of the Autumnal Equinox.
    "    23. Celebration of the Autumnal Equinox.
      24-30. (During this period Fra. P. was preparing, under the guidance
               of D.D.S., a certain ritual of initiation.  This was to
               combine the Eastern and the Western methods.
                 The mind, exalted, fortified, initiated by the Holy
               Magick, was then in that very state of divine tension to
               concentrate itself on that Self-glittering One.)

It is time to break off for a moment from the Diary to ask the reader to remark how extraordinarily full is this passage of P.'s life. The scene opens on the slopes of Kangchenjanga with the death of five men. It continues with a jungle inhabited by savages, naked, armed with bows and arrows, ignorant even of any language containing so many as three {35} hundred words, and by wild beasts. The next scene is of attempted robbery and murder, and P.'s successful defence. Then comes one of the wildest journeys possible to take on this planet, packed with every kind of adventure and privation. After this, practically continuous ill- health, only interrupted by the most shocking domestic tragedies.

Through all this, Fra. P. remains in perfect literal simplicity with his devotion to the Augoeides and his "invoking often."

He never flags, never falters, never faints, never fails. Impassive and inexorable as that Nature whom he had defied, he went steadily on with his work. Wealth and health had been torn from him; he was like Job, but even worse tormented; greater than Job, he resisted all without a murmur, and conquered all without a glimmer of self-satisfaction.f

When the Books are opened and the deeds of men are known, who dare say that there shall be found aught to surpass these marvellous months which Fra. P. set to the Operation of the Sacred Magic, to obtaining of the Knowledge and Conversation of the holy Guardian Angel? We return to the Diary ---

      Oct. 2. (Fra. P. has now retired into the Adytum of God-nourished
               Silence to some purpose!  We transcribe this day's entry; it
               is probably most important to us.  The rest of the year's
               entries are nearly all of the same kind.)
                  The Stooping Dragon --- the Floor of the ... vide
                  The Critical Converse. {36}
                  Before this is merely the Concealed At Home with its
               distinction of gift and graft, and very vagueness, where
               Apollo and Diana took the place of Mercury.
                  Scortillum, ut mihi tum repente visumst,
                  Non sane inlepidum neque invenustum.
                  Huc ut venimus incidere nobis.
                  Sermones varii.
                  (This means something!  For example, the Stooping Dragon
               was painted on the Floor of the "Vault."  In "Alexandra" occur
               the words "vault on Vera."  Hence in the diary the letters
               S.D. (for Stooping Dragon) will refer to somebody named
               Vera, or possibly "the true woman," or "true things."
                  As I am ninety-four years old come Martinmas, and have
               much more of this "Temple" anyhow, I feel justified in
               leaving the rest of this ingenious cipher to any lunatics
               who get tired of the Bacon-Shakespeare folly.
                  Anybody who understands this entry of October 6 ---
                  Brassies and Billiards.
                  Council of War.
                  The King's letter to the Queen:
                  "Pussy" the Prince is ill"
                  Paedicabo ego vos et unrumabo
                  Called on Rev. J. A. Hervey --- is welcome to a copy of
               the diary.)  {37}
      Oct. 9. Tested new ritual and behold it was very good!
                Thanked gods and sacrificed for ------
                  In the "thanksgiving and sacrifice for ..." I "did" get rid
               of everything but the Holy Exalted One, and must have held
               Him for a minute or two.  I did.  I am sure I did.

Such is the fragmentary account of what was then the greatest event in Fra. P.'s career. Yet this is an account of the highest of the trances --- of Shivadarshana itself, as we know from other sources. The "vision," to use still the name become totally inadequate, appears to have had three main points in its Atmadarshana stage ---

1. The Universal Peacock.

2. The Universe as Ego. "I who am all and made it all abide its separate Lord," "i.e." the Universe becomes a single and simple being, without quantity, quality, or conditions. In this the "I" is immanent, yet the "I" made it, and the "I" is entirely apart from it. (This is the Christian doctrine of the Trinity, or something very like it.)

3. This Trinity is transcended by an impersonal Unity.

This is then annihilated by the Opening of the Eye of Shiva. It is absolutely futile to discuss this: it has been tried and failed again and again. Even those with experience of the earlier part of the "vision" in its fullness must find it totally impossible to imagine anything so subversive of the whole base, not only of the Ego, but of the Absolute behind the Ego.

There are, however, many suggestive poetical descriptions which we advise our readers to study. Notable are "Aha!" (passage quoted below) and many portions of Liber LXV, {38} Liber VII, and Liber CCXX. It must be clearly understood that the Bhagavad-Gita, Anna Kingsford, St. John, and all other writers with the possible exception of Lao Tze, describe nothing higher than Atmadarshana. For the first time in the known history of the world there had arisen the combination of the utmost attainment with the intelligence and literary ability to make it comparatively articulate. It is no wonder, then, that we hail Fra. P. as the greatest of all Teachers.

This entire experience from the Passing of the Abyss to the Shivadarshana has been so wonder fully described in "Aha!" by Mr. Aleister Crowley, who was privileged to get his material first-hand from Fra. P. himself, that we make no apology for quoting the passage in full.

   MARSYAS.  Ay!  Hear the Ordeal of the Veil,
             The Second Veil! ... O spare me this
             Magical memory!  I pale
             To show the Veil of the Abyss.
             Nay, let confession be complete!
   OLYMPAS.  Master, I bend me at thy feet ---
             Why do they sweat with blood and dew?
   MARSYAS.  Blind horror catches at my breath.
             The path of the abyss runs through
             Things darker, dismaller than death!
             Courage and will!  What boots their force?
             The mind rears like a frightened horse.
             There is no memory possible
             Of that unfathomable hell.
             Even the shadows that arise
             Are things to dreadful to recount!   {39}
             There's no such doom in Destiny's
             Harvest of horror.  The white fount
             Of speech is stifled at its source.
             Know, the sane spirit keeps its course
             By this, that everything it thinks
             Hath causal or contingent links.
             Destroy them, and destroy the mind!
             O bestial, bottomless, and blind
             Black pit of all insanity!
             The adept must make his way to thee!
             This is the end of all our pain,
             The dissolution of the brain!
             For lo! in this no mortar sticks;
             Down comes the house --- a hail of bricks!
             The sense of all I hear is drowned;
             Tap, tap, isolated sound,
             Patters, clatters, batters, chatters,
             Tap, tap, tap, and nothing matters!
             Senseless hallucinations roll
             Across the curtain of the soul.
             Each ripple on the river seems
             The madness of a manic's dreams!
             So in the self no memory-chain
             Or causal wisp to bind the straws!
             The Self disrupted!  Blank, insane,
             Both of existence and of laws,
             The Ego and the Universe
             Fall to one black chaotic curse.
   OLYMPAS.  So ends philosophy's inquiry:
             "Summa scientia nihil scire."          {40}
   MARSYAS.  Ay, but that reasoned thesis lacks
             The impact of reality.
             This vision is a battle axe
             Splitting the skull.  O pardon me!
             But my soul faints, my stomach sinks.
             Let me pass on!
   OLYMPAS.                      My being drinks
             The nectar-poison of the Sphinx.
             This is a bitter medicine!
   MARSYAS.  Black snare that I was taken in!
             How one may pass I hardly know.
             Maybe time never blots the track.
             Black, black, intolerably black!
             Go, spectre of the ages, go!
             Suffice it that I passed beyond.
             I found the secret of the bond
             Of thought to thought through countless years
             Through many lives, in many spheres,
             Brought to a point the dark design
             Of this existence that is mine.
             I knew my secret.  "All I was"
             I brought into the burning-glass,
             And all its focussed light and heat
             Charred "all I am."  The rune's complete
             When "all I shall be" flashes by
             Like a shadow on the sky.

             Then I dropped my reasoning.
             Vacant and accursed thing!          {41}
             By my Will I swept away
             The web of metaphysic, smiled
             At the blind labyrinth, where the grey
             Old snake of madness wove his wild
             Curse!  As I trod the trackless way
             Through sunless gorges of Cathay,
             I became a little child.
             By nameless rivers, swirling through
             Chasms, a fantastic blue,
             Month by month, on barren hills,
             In burning heat, in bitter chills,
             Tropic forest, Tartar snow,
             Smaragdine archipelago,
             See me --- led by some wise hand
             That I did not understand.
             Morn and noon and eve and night
             I, the forlorn eremite,
             Called on Him with mild devotion,
             As the dew-drop woos the ocean.

             In my wanderings I came
             To an ancient park aflame
             With fairies' feet.  Still wrapped in love,
             I was caught up, beyond, above
             The tides of being.  The great sight
             Of the intolerable light
             Of the whole universe that wove
             The labyrinth of life and love,
             Blazed in me.  Then some giant will,
             Mine or another's thrust a thrill        {42}
             Through the great vision.  All the light
             Went out in an immortal night,
             The world annihilated by
             The opening of the Master's Eye.
             How can I tell it?
   OLYMPAS.                     Master, master!
             A sense of some divine disaster
             Abases me.
   MARSYAS.                    Indeed, the shrine
             Is desolate of the divine!
             But all the illusion gone, behold
             The one that is!
   OLYMPAS.                      Royally rolled,
             I hear strange music in the air!
   MARSYAS.  It is the angelic choir, aware
             Of the great Ordeal dared and done
             By one more Brother of the Sun!
   OLYMPAS.  Master, the shriek of a great bird
             Blends with the torrent of the thunder.
   MARSYAS.  It is the echo of the word
             That tore the universe asunder.
   OLYMPAS.  Master, thy stature spans the sky.
   MARSYAS.  Verily; but it is not I.
             The adept dissolves --- pale phantom form
             Blown from the black mouth of the storm.
             It is another that arises!

The result of this upon Fra. P. seems to have been tremendous.

On the very next day the last sacrifice was made. {43}

   Oct. 10. I am still drunk with Samadhi all day.
                Discovered ...
                (We need not write his words.  Enough it we say that the
              one person left for him to love was lost, stricken by
              hereditary vice, a beastliness taught her at the age of 16 by
              here mother, a clergyman's wife, which, after having lain
              dormant all these years, was now become rampant and
              incurable.  He had nothing to look forward to but life with
              one who was in all essential ways a maniac, with no hope of
              any termination but the asylum or the grave.)g
    "   11. To bed with thoughts of A∴  Persistent vision.
              ... But oh! the constant rapture. ...
    "   12. ... But oh! ... as before.  Did some prayer and fasting, but
              not enough.
    "   13. ... Things have "really" lost their value --- I get what
              Blavatsky describes in the Voice of the Silence as "not quite
    "   14. ... certain Samadhic effects linger --- the unreality of things
              and one's own sense of success, etc.
    "   16. Samadhi not yet worn off.
    "   17. But ho! etc., only more so.
    "   18. Ditto.  Note lack of impatience, perfect satisfaction with
              existing state. ...
    "   21. I am sill "polarized" a good deal; my "indifference" is
              pronounced.  {44}
   Oct. 31. This account is almost unintelligible as it stands; so I edit
              it.  He appears to have made the old "Preliminary
              Invocation."  Result rather like Yoga; he gets at once into
              Pratyahara and then makes Samyama on the Augoeides.
                 "Invoked twice --- terrible agony."  And then this note.
              "Barbarous names.  Supreme test ("i.e." to use words which he
              does not understand), for a man who is "really" praying cannot
              bring himself to say a ridiculous thing to his God, even on
              the latter's mandate."
                 (From this it appears as if the Augoeides had told Fra. P.
              the real meaning of Zoroaster's injunction: "Change not
              barbarous names of evocation; for they are names divine,
              having in the sacred rites a power ineffable.")h
                 "I shall go," continues Fra. P., "and recite 'From
              Greenland's Icy Mountains' (the most ridiculous thing that
              occurred to his mind) --- if with faith, Samadhi! ...
                 "No faith, I suppose.  Time after time I feel the
              sickening pangs of dissolution; physically I nearly faint;
              but I don't get over the bar. ... I am sick, sick!
                 "I retire in disorder pursued by dog-faced demons of all
                 "Once again I nearly got there --- all went brilliance ---
              but not quite."
               Again, "There is nothing but dog-faced demons after I get to
              bed; but there is always {45} the consciousness behind
              thoughts.  Thus, when the consciousness realizes that 'I am
              apart from my thoughts,' that thought itself is pictorially
              shown as a thought."  This seems to mean that he again got
              Atmadarshana; his complaint was the inability to pass beyond.
                 He adds "to this consciousness all thoughts are alike; it
              would never trouble to command them."  "Id est," it is the
              Peace of the Universe, the Impersonal Absolute.  He was That.
                 Note that he got this without any Ritual to speak of; an
              enormous advance in power of meditation.
   Nov.  4. Descent into Hell.  In the power of the Dweller --- obsession
              by a devil left by F------ and J------ called "?"  (This
              devil is described in "Sir Palamede the Saracen," Sections
              XXXVI and XXXVIII.  It asks "Is there any Path at all?"  and
              "Are not you a fraud?")  Return with great difficulty ---
              awful pangs --- Eli!  Eli!  lama sabachthani!
                 N.B. --- I got back to very near Samadhi in the end.
                 (This appears to have been a "natural" meditation arising
              out of the conversation of F------ the Buzite and J------ the
    "   14. Again got into the Samadhi-proximity-state; as it were, without
                 (Now follows a period of two more months of ill-health of
              the severest kind, and apparently {46} no work is done.
              There was, however, much question of his position in the
              mystic hierarchy.  He had the highest attainment known ---
              and what did it amount to?  In the meantime Fra. D.D.S.
              himself must have attained Samadhi --- presumably
              Atmadarshana --- for we find this entry.)

   Dec.  7. D.D.S. writes from Samadhi-Dhatu.
                 (Dhatu --- literally "element" --- is a word chosen to
              avoid such implications as would be conveyed by "place,"
              "state," and such words.)
    "    8. D.D.S. still in Samadhi.
    "   10. D.D.S. dined with me.  He thinks my attainment makes me a
              Master of the Temple.  He goes even further and says that I
              am "the" Master --- the Logos --- the next Buddha.
                 ... This (apparently some ceremony of Rose Croix) purifies
              and consecrates me, so that I feel "I am the Master" quite
              genuinely --- without scruple or diffidence.  No personality.
    "   11. Back to B______.  D.D.S.'s amazing third letter.
                 (This letter is too long and personal to publish in full;
              but it contains these words:  "How long have you been in the
              Great Order, and why did I not know?  Is the invisibility of
              the A ∴ A ∴ to lower grades so complete?")

In spite of his illness he managed to do some most formidable work during this December. There is, however, nothing further in the diary of interest to our present purpose. {47}

But it is most important to remark that although acclaimed as a Master of the Temple, as one who has passed utterly through the Abyss, as a Brother of the A ∴ A ∴ itself, he steadfastly refused to accept the hard-won grade for three years more.

("To be continued")


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WEH notes:

a. In his CONFESSIONS, Crowley states that these muggers confessed their attack on him in hospital.

b. this should be studied with chapter VII of "The Star in the West," and Hume's "Essay on the Human Understanding," which he again read on the 17th.

c. sic. a.m.?

d. sic, s.b. "A∴" ---?

e. It should be noted that in all this Crowley was probably influenced by a simple tonsillectomy, emotionally distraught by the death of his child and morally strained by failure to adequately comfort his bereaved wife.

f. This is a bit thick.

g. Crowley's wife Rose turned firmly to the bottle. It may be conjectured that she lacked the support to carry her through her own tragedy, and she attempted abortion around this time.

h. But see the changes Crowley wrought in the "Bornless Ritual" when he composed Liber Samekh!