John St. John

7.50. 9-301 10.40. 12.15. 32 THE EQUINOX 'Tis a rash thing to say, and I burn incense to the Infernal Gods that the Omen may be averted; but I seem to have conquered the real Dweller of the Threshold once and for all. For nowadays my blackest despair is tempered by the certainty of coming through it sooner or later, and that with flying colours. The last??םסשI wasted talking to Dr. R——, that most interesting man. I don’t mean talking; I mean listening. You are a bad, idle good-formothingfellow, 0. M.! Why not stick to that mantra? Have drunk two citrons presses and gone to my room to work a mighty spell of magick Art. Having got rid of Maryt (who, by the way, is Quite mad), and thereby (one might hope) of Apophis and Typhon, I perform the Great Ritual DCLXXI with good results magically; i.e., I formulated things very easily and forcibly; even at one time I got a hint of the Glory of Adonai. But I made the absurd mistake of going through the Ritual as if I was rehearsing it, instead of staying at the Reception of the Candidate and insisting upon being really received. I will therefore now (11.50) sit down again and invoke reallyhardon these same lines,while the Perfume and the Vision are yet formulated, though insensibly, about me. And thus shall end the Third day of my retirement. The Fourth Day So therefore begins the fourth day of this my great magical retirement; I bleed from the slashes of the