John St. John

12.15. 12.58. 1.15. 2.30. 3.0. 4.15. 92 THE EQUINOX that before I reach those gates the whole sky may be one black flame 01 thundercloud, and the violet swords of the lightning may split asunder its heavy womb, and the rain, laughing like a young child, may dance upon the desert! The Light beginneth to dawn upon the Path, so that I see a little better where I stand. This whole journey seems under some other formula than IAO—perhaps a Pentagram formula with which I am not clearly acquainted. If I knew the Word of the Grade, I could foretell things: but I don’t. I think I will read through the whole Record to date and see 11 I can find an Ariadne-clue. Back, and settled to Ritual—painting. Finished: bar frontispiece and colophon, which I can design and execute to—morrow. Took half an hour off, making a silly sketch of a sunset. Will now read through the Record, and Reflect upon it. “ Before I was blind ; now I see Ι " Yesterday I was right up to the Threshold, right enough; but got turned back by the Dweller. I did not see the Dweller till afterwards (8.53 entry) for he was too subtle. I will look carefully back to try and spot him ; for if I “ knew his Name" I could pass by—z'.e., next time I climb up to the Threshold of the Pylon. I think the entries 1.25 and 335 A.M. explain it. “ HUGGING MYSELF, AS "?חWERE.” How fatally