John St. John

10.55. I L10. 11.17. 11.35. 22 THE EQUINOX Having written the above, I shall rest for a few moments to try and get rid of my headache. A good simile (by the way) for the Yogi is to say that he watches his thought like a cat watching a mouse. The paw ready to strike the instant Mr. Mouse stirsi I have chewed a Gaufrette and drunk a little water, in case the headache is from hunger. (P.S.—It was so; the food cured it at once.) I now lie down as Hanged Man and say mantra in Visuddhi. I must really note the curious confusion in my mind between the Visuddhi Cakkram and that part of the Boulevard Edgar Quinet which opens on to the cemetery. It seems an identity. In trying to look at the Cakkram, I saw that. Query: What is the connection, which appeared absolute and essential? I had been specially im- pressed by that gate two days ago, with its knot of mourners. Could the scene have been recorded in a brain-cell adjoining that which records the Visuddhi- idea? Or did I at that time unconsciously think of my throat for some other reason? Bother! These things are all dog-faced demons ! Το work ! Work: Meditation and Mantra. No good. Went off into a reverie about a castle and men-at—arms. This had all the qualities of a true dream, yet I was not in any other sense asleep. I soon will be, though. It seems foolish to persist.