The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX October Pranayama. Thirty-five minutes. 10. 20, 30, A’sana 3rd. 12.20.a.m. terrible. 10-11.30 Walk with Mantra, am, a.m. 11.30-12-41 A’sana. Always with Mantra and Ajna. am. am. Pranayama. Eighteen minutes. 10. 20. 30. 1.50-2.30 Dharana. Got very tired and lay down till 3.35 (not sleep- p.m.p.m. ing) then resumed A’sana till 5.5 p.m. Now again at last the Golden Dawn. This, as my intuition had already taught me, had the effect of slowing the Dhyana and also keeping me fixed therein. Yet, I fear, of partially destroying its perfec- tion—He knows! Thus the disk came clear: but I began to be worried by body and clouded by doubt, and an effort to return only brought up a memory-picture. The flaming clouds are “thought”; the shadowy or hinted Form is Adonai! 5.35 p.m. Three Pranayamas of 50. 25. 15. 5.40 p.m. Pranayama. Twenty minutes Io. 20. 30. 9.30 p.m. Holiday; which was fatal folly! The full account of this wonderful realization of Dhyana is set forth by P. in this note book entitled “The Writings of Truth,” in which we find the following; “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 here 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 But ere the Orb of Glory rose clear of its banks of blackness —alas my soul!—that Light Ineffable was withdrawn beneath the falling veil of darkness, and in purples and greys glorious beyond imagining, sad beyond con- ceiving, faded the superb Herald of the Day. But mine eyes have seen it! And this, then, is Dhyana! Walk with it, yet all but unremarked, came a melody as of the sweet-souled Vina. 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 166