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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 19 April 1920
I am very anxious about Poupée, her symbol, Diminution, being so threatening and her health not being good. She seemed to pick up here very well at first. I think we've been poisoned; I know I have. We've sent for a doctor for Poupée.
Will Poupée grow up to be a big girl? [I Ching] Hexagram XLII, Air of Fire. The opposite to the first symbol, Sun! It might be all right; but Yi means increasing.
What is the news about 31-666-31 [Leah Hirsig]? [I Ching Hexagram] Earth of Earth. May mean she hasn't moved-in any sense.
What shall I do about Frater Lampada Tradam [Victor B. Neuburg]? [I Ching Hexagram] Fire of Fire. Wrote him accordingly.
What should be the nature of my work at Cefalu, the main current? [I Ching Hexagram] Po: overthrowing. I suppose I should go on with 'God's Country'
I have been thinking over that 'detail of a spark' business. It seems that 'illusion' (Maya) is caused by our being distracted by detail and missing the whole. But if one concentrates on any detail, however minute, it also blazes up, and becomes 'God'. Observe how this phenomenon is explained by 'Star-sponge-Vision of the Universe'. Each point is as big and bright as every other; and 'Sorrow' only arises when we insist on contrasting two points. The Book of the Law has all this perfectly explained, but of course the phrasing is obscure to one ignorant of the phenomena.
It is absolutely good evidence of knowledge, on the part of a prophet, when his cryptic utterance is made clear by subsequently observed facts. Cf. the case of Fermat's last theorem. The only caveat is ambiguity. Now the whole of The Book of the Law is so closely knit together that this way out is shut to the sceptic. (I'm dissatisfied with 'Star-sponge' as a term; Nuith is the right word, of course, but does not hint the nature of the vision to the uninitiated. That old definition of God as that sphere whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere is almost exactly what I'm trying to imply. In fact, it's better than my star-sponges and so on, because I'm always thinking of spaces between the ganglia, which is making distinctions. Probably my vision is imperfect so far; it ought to develop into Everything (equals) Nothing of Atmadarshana and Shivadarshana.[1] Likely enough its brilliance, fascination, delude me—that Jewel in the Eye of Mara,[2] eh? But why should I thus make distinctions between Visions? Thereby cometh hurt.
The Sun moves into Taurus; Love is the law, love under will.
1—[Vision of the self and Vision of Shiva.] 2—[The deith of Death in the Hindu pantheon.]
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