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THE EQUINOX
Oct.
10. I am still drunk with Samadhi all day.
ΙΙ
12..͵.
I3...
14....
Discovered
.
.
.
(We need not write his words.
Enough if
we say that the one person left for him to love
was lost, stricken by hereditary vice, a beastli-
ness taught her at the age of 16 by her 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.)
. Το bed with thoughts of A
Persistent vision,
.
. But ohl the constant rapture.
.
.
.
But ohl
.
.
. as before.
Did some prayer
and fasting, but not enough.
. Things have really lost their value-I get
what Blavatsky describes in the Voice of the
Silence as “not quite disgust.”
certain
Samadhic
effects
linger—the
un—
reality of things
and
one’s
own
sense of
success, etc.
16. Samadhi not yet worn off.
17 . But oh! etc., only more so.
18. Ditto.
Note lack of impatience, perfect satisfac-
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tion with existing state.
.
.
.
. I am still “polarized” a good deal; my “indif-
ference” is pronounced.