John St. John

2.10. 2.15. 2.50. 8.3. 8.40. י9.15 9.18. 10.18. 20 THE EQUINOX the littlest courage is enough to rise and throw off sleep, like a small soldier in complete armour of silver advancing with sword and shield—at whose sight that dragon, not daring to abide the shock, flees utterly away. Lunch, 3 Garibaldis and 3 Gaufrettes. Wrote two letters. Going out walk with mantra. This walk was in a way rather a success. I got the good mantra effects, e.g., the brain taking it up of its own accord ; also the distaste for everythingbut Adonai became stronger and stronger. But when I returned from a visit to B e on an errand of comradeship—b; hours’ talk to cut out of this mantra-yoga—I found all sorts of people at the Dome, where I drank a Citron presse: they detained me in talk, and at 6.30 Maryt turned up and I had to chew a sandwich and drink coffee while she dined. I feel a little headache; it will pass. She is up here now with me, but I shall try to meditate. Charming as she is, I don't want to make love to her. Mixed mantra and caresses rather a success. (At her request I gave M. a minimum dose of X.) Asana and Meditation with mantra since 8.40. The blackness seems breaking. For a moment I got a vague glimpse of one’s spine (or rather one’s Sushumna) as a galaxy of stars, thus suggesting the stars as the ganglia of the Universe. Το continue. Not very satisfactory. Asana got painful; like a