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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 28 August 1917
The symptom which has obsessed me since April, five months now, is as I thought, and think, a sarcoma of the tibia. But I have reconquered general good health and high spirits—ten very vigorous IX° and XI° operations in 12 days!—I have overcome the financial trouble to some purpose; and this without destroying the conviction of my approaching change. My diagnosis may be be wrong; in any case I have had the ordeal. Yet I am quite cheerfully making plans for the “future” which will probably never arrive.
By the way, the “Brown Girl” has materialized exactly as seen in my vision of last year, and the Tarot card of this Equinox. Anna Catherine Miller is her name and we are living together in a room on Central Park West, where we can see nothing but trees!
Glory to the Otz Chiim [Tree of Life], in whose boughs the Wonder Bird, the Swan Paramahansa, makes his nest. (I am aware that terrestrial swans don't nest in trees.)
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