John St. John

1.35. 1.58. 7.35. 64 THE EQUINOX anywhere else; I think because the main thoroughfares radiate from stars, and so the angles puzzle one. The power, too, suits ill with civilised life; it fades as I live in towns, revives as I get back to God’s good earth. A seven-foot tent and the starlight—who wants more ? Well, I’ve woke myself writing this. The point that really struck me was this: what would happen if by severe training I forced my “astral body "—damn it! isn’t there a term for it free from L. . . . -pro- stitution? (One speaks of “les deux prostitutions”; so it’s all right.) My Sein—Laeca, then—what would happen if I forced my Scin—Laecato become a Whirling Dervish? I couldn’t get giddy, because my Semi- cireular canals would be at rest. I must really try the experiment. [Scin-Laeca. See Lord Lytton’s ”Strange Story.“—ED.] I will now devote myself to sleep, willing Adonai. Lord Adonai, give me deep rest like death, so that in very few hours I may be awake and active, full of lion- strength of purpose toward Thee! My heroic conduct was nearly worth a “ Nuit Blanche.” For, being so thoroughly awake, I had all my Prana irritated, a feeling like the onset of a malarial attack, twelve hours before the temperature rises. I dare say it was after 3 o’clock when I slept ; I woke too, several times, and ought to have risen and done Prana Yama: but I did not. Ο worml the sleepiest bird can easily catch thee! . . . I am not nicely awake, though it is to