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MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS 
disturbed that I looked up to the ceiling to see what 
caused the light, but could only see the candles. Then 
the chair on which he sat seemed to rise; it was like a 
throne, and he seemed to be either dead or sleeping; but 
it was certainly no longer Fra. P. This frightened me, 
and I tried to understand by looking round the room; 
when I looked back the chair was raised, and he was still 
the same. I realized I was alone; and thinking he was 
dead or gone-or some other terrible thing-I lost 
consciousness. 
This discourse has been thus left unfinished: but it is only 
necessary to add that the capacity to extract such spiritual 
honey from these unpromising flowers is the mark of an 
adept who has perfected his Magick Cup. This method of 
Qabalistic exegesis is 0l!-e of the best ways of exalting the 
reason to the higher consciousness. Evidently it started Fra. 
P. so that in a moment he became completely concentrated 
and entranced. 
Note that this has nothing at all to do with any 
Pranayama . It seems a matter of ecstatic concentration, 
which chose this mode of expression instead of bringing on 
Samadhi-though that, too, occurred in some of the cases. 
By the way, here is a fairly full account of the whole 
business; 
I have just remembered-it 
is in my 
Autohagiography. 
Pranayama 
produced, firstly , a peculiar kind of 
perspiration; secondly, an automatic rigidity of the 
muscles; and thirdly, the very curious phenomenon of 
causing the body, while still absolutely rigid, to take 
little hops in various directions. It seems as if one were 
somehow raised, possibly an inch from the ground, and 
deposited very gently a short distance away. 
I saw a very striking case of this at Kandy. When