John St. John

455- 5.31. 8.6. 8.22. 9.10. 10.4. JOHN ST ]ΟΗΝ Is it not the springtide, and are these not the Arcadian groves ? At home; settling to strictest meditation upon Adonai my Lord; willing His presence, the Perfume and the Vision, even as it is written in the Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage. Soon this became a sleep, though the will was eager and concentrated. The sleep, too, was deep and refreshing. I will go to dinner. Arrived, with mantra, at the Cafe de Versailles. ἑdoz. Marennes, Rable de Lievre, citron presse. I am now able to concentrate OFF the Path for a little. Whether this means that I am simply slipping back into the world, or that I am more balanced on, and master of, the Path, I cannot say. Have walked home, drunk a citron pressé at the Dome, and prepare for the night. As I crossed the boulevard, I looked to the bright moon, high and stately in the east, for a message. And there came to me this passage from the Book of Abramelin: “And thou wilt begin to inflame thyself in pray— ing . . . It is the sentence which goes on to declare the Result. (P.S.—With this rose that curious feeling of confidence, sure premonition of success, that one gets in most physical tasks, but especially when one is going to get 131