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Charles Stansfeld Jones Diary Entry Saturday, 6 December 1913
11:22 A.M.
Started Neti, Neti again.
(Very near, not quite. V.I.O. [Comment by Crowley])
10:45 P.M. Oh Thou Ever-present, Eternal Silence, wherein all vanishes and emerges clothed in Bliss. I Invoke Thee. Oh Thou elusive Self of my self, Thou All, wherein all dissolves and becomes Thy Being. I invoke Thee. Oh Thou Existence of Existences, Thou Knower of Knowledge, wherein knowledge of all else is lost. I Invoke Thee. Oh Thou Bliss Absolute, Thou One without a second, Thou in Whom Time and Space no longer exist. I invoke Thee. Oh Thou, who when I think of Thee art God, who when I cease to think of Thee art My self, may I be lost in THEE. Yet never shall I be lost, for Thou Art, who art not. Oh Beloved, I come to Thee when I realize that never have I moved through all Eternity. Oh Thou, on Whom man looks through the senses, and sees as the world. Oh Thou, on Whom man looks through the mind and sees as the world of thought. Oh Thou on Whom man looks as Thyself and becomes Infinite Bliss, let there be no thought of separateness, for there is none other. Thou Art That. If I call Thee a Point, Thou laughest, saying: “I am the Infinite Circle.” If I worship the Circle, Thou laughest, saying: “I am concealed in the Point.” Only if I claim Thee Wholly, may I define Thee. Then who cares, Aye or Nay? If I attempt to name Thee, I lose Thee, Oh Thou Nameless unto Eternity. To Whom shall I reveal Thee, who wast never known but to Thyself? Surely words are vain, O Thou who art beyond the Silence. Aum.
(This is very good.—O.M. [Comment by Crowley])
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