John St. John

JOHN ST. JOHN 6.5!. shivering and sad, like a sot who has tried to get credit at a tavern and is turned away—and that on Christmas Eve! There is no money in his purse, no steam in his boilers —that’s what’s the matter with John St. John. It is clear enough, what happened yesterday. He failed at the Four Pylons in turn ; in the morning Fear stopped him at that of Horus and so on; while in the evening he either failed at the Pylon of Thoth, i.e., was obsessed by the necessity (alleged) of recording his results, or failed to overcome the duality of Thoth. Otherwise, even if he comprehended the base, he cer- tainly failed at the apex of the Pyramid. In any case, he cannot blame the Ceremony, which is most potent; one or two small details may need cor- rection, but no more. Here then he is down at the bottom of the hill again, a Rosicrucian Sisyphus with the Stone of the Philo- sophersl An Ixion bound to the Wheel of Destiny and of the Samsara, unable to reach the centre, where is Rest. He must add to the entry 1.13 that the ”telephone- cross " voices came as he composed himself to sleep, in the Will to Adonai. This time he detached a body of cavalry to chase them to oblivion. Perhaps an unwise division of his forces; yet he was so justly indignant at the eternal illusions that he may be excused. Excused! To whom? Thou must succeed or fail! Ο Batsman, with thy frail fortress of Three—in—One, the Umpirecries “ Out ”; and thou explainest to thy friends 2 A I I3