John St. John

]ΟΗ Ν ST. JOHN 3.35. I have been asleep at good deal——one long dream in which P t, Lord M y of B—n and my wife are all staying with me in my mother‘s house. My room the old room, with one page torn out—for I conceived it as part of a book, somehow! Oh such a lot of this dream! Most of it clearly due to obvious sources—I don’t see where Lord M y comes in. Very likely he is dead. I have had that happen now and again. [P.S.—This was not the case] The dream changed, too, to a liner; where Japanese stole my pipe in a series of adventures of an annoying type—every one acted as badly as he knew how, and as unexpectedly. Waking just now, and instantly concentrating on Adonai, I found my body seized with a little quivering, very curious and pleasant, like trembling leaves in a continuous air. I think I have heard this state of Interior Trembling described in some mystic books. I think the Shakers and Quakers had violent shudderings. Abdullah Haji of Shiraz writes :— ]ust as the body shudders when the Soul Gives up to Allah in its quick career Itself. . . . It is the tiniest, most intimate trembling, not unlike that of Kambhakham or “Vindu-siddhi " [see the Shiva Sanhita.——ED.] properly performed; but of a female quality. I feel as if I were being shaken; in 77