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MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS 
after another came popping up when it was least wanted, and 
I saw at once that they represented so many leaks in my 
boat. They argued imperfect insulation. 
And really they are quite a bit of a nuisance. Their 
possession is so flattering, and their seduction so subtle. One 
understands at once why all the first-class Teachers insist so 
sternly that the Siddhi (or Iddhi) must be rejected firmly by 
the Aspirant, if he is not to be side-tracked and ultimately 
lost. 
Nevertheless, "even the evil germs of Matter may alike 
become useful and good" as Zoroaster reminds us. For one 
thing, their possession is indubitably a sheet-anchor, at the 
mercy of the hurricane of Doubt-doubt as to whether the 
whole business is not Tommy-rot! 
Such moments are frequent, even when one has advanced 
to a stage when Doubt would seem impossible; until you get 
there, you can have no idea how bad it is! 
Then, again, when these powers have sprung naturally and 
spontaneously from the exercise of one's proper faculties in 
the Great Work, they ought to be a little more than leaks. 
You ought to be able to organize and control them in such 
wise that they are of actual assistance to you in taking the 
Next Step. After all, what moral or magical difference is 
there between the power of digesting one's food, and that of 
transforming oneself into a hawk? 
That being the case, let me transform myself into a 
butterfly, and flit on to other honeysuckles! 
Love is the law, love under will. 
Yours fraternally, 
666