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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 11 December 1921
12.48 A.M. Opus[1] IX 93 [Leah Hirsig]. Op[eratio]n Very strange psychology: seemed all wrong, yet so wrong as perhaps to be right. El[ixir] A.!. Obj[ect] Sol.
7.0. P.M. Went on with pen-and-ink work all day. I get some very good effects; but am not yet sure of myself. I.e. I have not clearly conceived the causal relations involved.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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