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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 21 February 1924
Die Jupiter.
Adventures in the upper realms of Air. With the aid of a Spirit Fox, whose “earth” consisted of immeasurable caverns—some of fine ice, all vast beyond all imagination—I came into the lowest spheres of Fire. Here are many small deceptions—little wiggly smoky red flames. The main vision was that of the Temple of Poesy.
Dazzling cone of white light. Deep sapphire tent-walls of pavilion: so transparent as to be somehow “non-existence”. White marble gardens and terraces at base. The whole set in Pure Night. The height inscrutably sublime. A place impossible to approach by the profane. The caverns, by the way, are so vast because it is not intended that anything human should get through.
Later. Many adventures with the Spirit-Fox—recorded in part by O.P.V. [Norman Mudd].
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