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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 30 July 1920
8.45 a.m. I feel normal enough; fresh, clear, strong, interested in my work.
6.40 p.m. My mouth and throat still worry, but not much.
10.10 p.m. Opus[1] III, 31-666-31 [Leah Hirsig] (no snow [Cocaine]). Operation: sacred, passionate, intense, controlled, normal. Object: to have a Temple worthy of the Rite.
The mental-magical work was very concentrated, the ecstasy the match of it, being smooth as also it was utmost. We are both physically tired after a day distracting and depressing. Sleep is our common need.
1—[Crowley conducts a magical sexual operation.]
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