The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE EQUINOX Yet here I want to burn down the Universe for lack of a language. So the angry mood passes, and one understands how one’s predecessors, in the same predicament, got out of it by quietly painting a “Heart girt with a Serpent,” or a “Winged Globe” or some similar device. If I persist, seeing that my little gift of language must be mine for some purpose, and therefore for this purpose, since no other purpose can there be, let my rationalist friends excuse me, as the agony of my impotence most terribly avenges them. Concerning the methods of obtaining these particular states, I am almost at one with Sri Parananda, my godly friend, when he talks of “the Grace of the Lord Shiva,” and with my ungodly friend Bhikkhu Ananda Metteyya, when he hints that the accidental coincidence of the circumferences of the Nibbana-Dhatu and the Samsara-Chakra with the Brahmarandra of the sphere of the 99-year-old-Talipot-palm- like sucking Arahat may have something to do with it. Plainly, we know so very little; so few ever attain this class of experience that one is perhaps hardly justified in maintaining (as I always have maintained and that stoutly) that the reward is according to the work. It may conceivably be that work does not affect the question, as it clearly does in the lower grades, it may be that an outsider may pull off the big thing—Agnosco! Still, I advise people to work at it. Perhaps the most direct method is that of sitting in your Ajna Chakra (that point in your brain where thoughts rise, a point to be discovered and rendered self-conscious by repeated 82