John St. John

10.08. ! 0.20. 10.55. 70 THE EQUINOX I must come out of it either an Adept or a maniac. Thank the Lord for that! It saves trouble. Undressed and robed. Will do an Aspiration in the Hanged Man position, hoping to feel rested and fit by midnight. The Incense has arrived from London; and I feel its magical effects most favourable. Ο creature of Incense! I conjure thee by Him that sitteth upon the Holy Throne and liveth and reigneth for ever as the Balance of Righteousness and Truth, that thou comfort and exalt my soul with Thy sweet perfume, that I may be utterly devoted to this Work of the Invocation of my Lord Adonai, that I may fully attain thereto, beholding Him face to face—as it is written “ Before there was Equilibrium, Countenance beheld not Countenance ”—yea, being utterly absorbed in His ineffable Glory—yea, being That of which there is no Image either in speech or thought. What a weary world we live in! No sooner am I betrayed into making a few flattering remarks about my body than I find everything wrong with it, and two grains of Cascara Sagrada necessary to its welfare! . . . . I wish I knew where I was! I don’t at all recognise what Path I am on; it doesn’t seem like a Path at all. As far as I can see, I am drifting rudder- less and sailless on a sea of no shore—the False Sea of the Qliphoth. For in my stupidity I began to try a certain ritual of the Evil Magic, so called. . . . Not