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this hot breath from?" I was forced to think before I could answer "my nose". Then I pinched 
myself and remembered at once; but again breathing, the same thing happened again. 
Therefore the"Dharanization" of my nose dividualizes me and my nose, affects my nose, 
disproves my nose, abolishes, annihilates and expunges my nose. 
I was very alarmed one day to find that I had completely lost the object of concentration. I could 
not think what I wished to find or where to find it. I naturally thought something was very wrong. 
Here was an occasion when Allan's experience proved invaluable. Without it, I might have been 
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frightened into giving up the practice. But he told me the result was good, showing that I was 
approaching the state of what is called "neighbourhood concentration". 
Another experience was this: I found myself at one and thee same moment conscious of external 
things in the background after the object of my concentration had vanished, and also conscious that 
I was not conscious of these things. To the normal mind this is of course sheer contradiction, but 
Buddhist psychology mentions this peculiar state. The higher faculties of the intelligence are not 
subject to the same laws as the lower. 
I continually increased the number of hours which I devoted to my work. On October 2nd, to my 
amazement, I was successful in reaching the state of Dhyana. The experience was repeated on the 
following day. I quote the record verbatim: 
After some eight hours' discipline by Pranayama arose "the Golden Dawn". 
While meditating, suddenly I became conscious of a shoreless space of darkness and a glow of 
crimson athwart it. Deepening and brightening, scarred by dull bars of slate-blue cloud, arose the 
Dawn of Dawns. In splendour not of earth and its mean sun, blood-red, rayless, adamant, it rose, it 
rose! Carried out of myself, I asked not "Who is the witness?" absorbed utterly in contemplation of 
so stupendous and so marvellous a fact. For there was no doubt, no change, no wavering; infinitely 
more real than aught physical is the Golden Dawn of this Eternal Sun! But ere the Orb of Glory rose 
clear of its banks of blackness --- alas my soul! --- that Light Ineffable was withdrawn beneath the 
falling veil of darkness, and in purples and greys glorious beyond imaging, sad beyond conceiving, 
faded the superb Herald of the Day. But mine eyes have seen it! And this, then, is Dhyana! Whit it, 
yet all but unremarked, came a melody as of the sweet-souled Vina. 
Next day: 
Again, by the grace Ineffable of Bhavani to the meanest of Her devotees, arose the Splendour of the 
Inner Sun. As bidden by my guru, I saluted the Dawn with Pranava. This, as I foresaw, retained the 
Dhyanic consciousness. The Disk grew golden; rose clear of all its clouds, flinging great fleecy 
cumuli of rose and gold, fiery with light, into the aethyr of space. Hollow it seemed and rayless as 
the Sun in Sagittarius, yet incomparably brighter: but rising clear of cloud, it began to revolve, to 
coruscate, to throw off streamers of jetted fire! (This from a hill-top I held, dark as of a dying 
world. Covered with black decayed wet peaty wood, a few pines stood stricken, 
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unutterably alone.) (Note. This is a mere thought form induced by misunderstanding the instruction 
of Mâitrânanda Swami as to observing the phenomenon.) But behind the glory of its coruscations 
seemed to shape an idea, less solid than a shadow! an Idea of some Human seeming Form! Now 
grew doubt and thought in P's miserable mind; and the one Wave grew many waves and all was lost! 
Alas! Alas! for P! And Glory Eternal unto Her, She the twin-Brested that hath encroached even upon 
the other half of the Destroyer! "OM Namo Bhâvaniya OM."