The Vision and the Voice

THE EQUINOX so that one comes back so often. An acentric meditation practice like mahasatipatthana ought to be done before invo- cations of the Holy Guardian Angel, so that the ego may be very ready to yield itself utterly to the Beloved. And now the breeze is blowing about us, like the sighs of love unsatisfied—or satisfied. His lips move. I cannot say the words at first. And afterwards: “Shalt thou not bring the children of men to the sight of my glory? ‘Only thy silence and thy speech that worship me avail.’ ‘For as I am the last, so am I the next, and as the next shalt thou reveal me to the multi- tude.’ Fear not for aught; turn not aside for aught, eremite of Nuit, apostle of Hadit, warrior of Ra Hoor Khu! The leaven taketh, and the bread shall be sweet; the ferment worketh, and the wine shall be sweet. My sacraments are vigorous food and divine madness. Come unto me, O ye children of men; come unto me, in whom I am, in whom ye are, were ye only alive with the life that abideth in Light.” All this time I have been fading away. I sink. The veil of night comes down a dull blue-gray with one pentagram in the midst of it, watery and dull. And I am to abide there for a while before I come back to the earth. (But shut me the window up, hide me from the sun. Oh, shut the window! *) Now, the pentagram is faded; black crosses fill the Aethyr gradually growing and interlacing, until there is a network. It is all dark now. I am lying exhausted, with the sharp edge of the shew-stone cutting into my forehead. Bovu-SAapa. November 30, 1909. 9.15-10.50 a.m. * It was done.—O. V. 46