Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Sunday 11 December 1898

 

Notes of Astral Travel

 

 

No. 12.

(25 minutes about.)

     

Sunday. December 11th.

     

(Evil persona inclined to [. . .] Geburah and Binah especially wanted.)

     

L.B.R. [Lesser Banishing Ritual] used, with additions.

     

Q X and exit.

     

Still in room. Person comes to me. Tests. Pentagram. He will keep off Elementals etc.

     

Red robes. He is a slim pale youth with a star on his forehead at first. He is always on my left side.

     

We move up sloping shining greenish place.

     

River. Guide throws water over left shoulder. Lily-angels appear. We ascend amid the lilies.

     

Temple. Bright worshippers. Ascend. Enter after prayer. White robes. The cubical stone of Vision 4; but it is not in a depression. Its size small. A man like Shakespeare kneeling before it. He is absorbed upwards. (Smoke?) We kneel. I behold a face in the transparency of the stone. It is white, bearded, majestic, old.

     

I feel my Neschamah drawn into the stone.

     

I am within. Astrals still kneel without.

     

I am probably an imperfect sphere.

     

After conversations with a similar intelligence (The face? though no longer seen as a face.) I draw my astral within and rejoin. I reascend.

     

I am without the stone.

     

White robes.

     

I pray to reenter. [HEB: N.Sh.M.H.] does so. I am strengthened etc and return within the stone.

     

Astral prostrate in worship.

     

I see my guide weep. I ask him will he not enter? “He is not purified.” We arise. Stone enormous. Figure on it. I pray for something to be granted me as I would return. A paper drops into my left hand. Guide takes it. We descend. Worshippers shout. I wait for guide but he is silent so I bless the people and descend the steps and move straight through over grass to a black stone roughly cubicle with an invisible circle around it.

Here I must do sacrifice. I take a large dove-grey semi-cut shape stone and lay it on the altar. I fancy a shape approaching from the left. I cry aloud. The sacrifice is consumed by fire. I sink confusedly. I am instantly in the room. I look around, pray, and resume the body with the Q X.

 

 

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