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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 17 December 1931
No news from Nia for days and days. I’m fearfully nervous.
A message from the Gods!
[I Ching Hexagram] Ming I 36 Seems all bloody awful! Yorke [Gerald Yorke] only hope.
Opus[1] 86 [scrawl as above].
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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