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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 15 December 1907
Returning to hathayoga.
Repeated the Oyster experiment. No confusion; but I sang “Ovariotomy” at the top of my voice all down Piccadilly. Only Fuller's [J.F.C. Fuller's] absence saved me from going to preach at Marble Arch!
The Morocco poems seem to me about the best I have ever done.
Not since my Attainment in October has there been any falling away whatever.
I am able to do automatic writing at will and the absence of great ananda-full samahdi is rather a sign of my Attainment than its reverse. I cannot doubt that I am an 8º = 3o; i.e. a 1º = 10o of the Supernal Order. My work as a scribe seems the 3º = 8o exam as Founder of new Order, the 2º = 9o and as ? the 4º = 7o ..... and yet all this Supernal Order seems vague and unreal. At last I’ve got to a stage where desire has utterly failed: I want nothing.
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looking back on the year, it seems one continuous ecstasy,
save for the
Rose [