John St. John

4-45. 453- [02 THE EQUINOX He was too tired to reach nearer than the neighbour- hood of that tremendous Threshold; wherefore he fell from meditation into sleep, and there his Lord gave him sweet rest thereof. He will arise, and take a drink—a citron presse—at the Dome ; for the day is yet exceeding hot, and he has had little One ought to remark that all this sleep is full of extravagant dreams ; rarely irrational and never (of course) unpleasant, or one would be up and working with a circle every night. But O.M. thinks that they show an excited and unbalanced condition of John St. John‘s brain, though he is almost too cowed to express an opinion at all, even were the question, Is grass green ? Every small snatch of sleep, without exception, in the last three or {our days, has these images. The ideal condition seems likely to be perfect oblivion —or (in the Adept) is the Tamo-Guna, the Power of Elemental Darkness, broken once and for ever, so that His sleep is vivid and rational as another man’s waking; His waking another man’s Samadhi; His Samadhi—to which He ever strives—— ? ? ? ? ? At least this latter view is suggested by the Rosicrucian formula of Reception: May thy mind be open unto the Higher! May thy heart be the Centre of Light ! May thy body be the Temple of the Rosy Cross ! and by the Hindu statement that in the attainedYogin