Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Thursday, 3 October 1907

 

 

An abject day of utter misery. Couldn't settle down to any mortal things—much less Yoga.

     

12.50 A.M. One gets vague feelings of calm, indifference, detachment, solitude, non-existence of everything etc. quite as experience, yet not fulminating and of catastrophic vividness.

     

Just before going to sleep, a sharp single clear bell.

 

 

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