The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

44 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- 21 tion with existing state. . . . . I am still “polarized” a good deal; my “indif- ference” is pronounced.