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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 15 July 1916
“I waited patiently upon IHVH; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry”; ergo, I prayed while I waited. “He brought me up also out of the horrible pit, and out of the miry clay (America?) and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.” Thus both rest and motion are assured. “And hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God.” Then I hope I’ll write one.
These versicles came to me while I lit my bonfire—which despite much recent rain went splendidly of itself from the start.
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