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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 6 December 1941
[I Ching hexagram] I.
Woke 4 o’c.
6 o’c bad 241 [asthma symptoms] (1, 1A)[Heroin] quite inadequate.
7 1/4 (2)[Heroin].
9 1/2 still not fit: have slight chill ?—(3)[Heroin] violent shopping!
Beastly cold wind XOP.
12 (4)[Heroin].
Bayley [James Gilbert Bayley] here—has priceless material of the Mudd [Norman Mudd] epoch.
Can I get through without M&A[tropine]?
5 o’c Tried new
Christ Child [Vyvyan Deacon] here,
Then Alice [Alice Florey] who brought Doris, a blonde horror, very dumb.
Slept about 8 1/2.
Tamasha 7th-8th. 1 Normal
adventure quite completed with girl. 2 Lengthy adventures on
a sort of farm-country house(?) all faded. 3 Frank Harris (&
Nelly?) in India, I think. Various women, one in very bright
scarlet uniform-like dress lying under light oblong shelter:
crawled out, and began all sorts of fun. Various adventures,
then we were sitting about: opposite squatted man & woman in
black and silver. She (very lovely) threw her voice across to me “Now, Lord, take me home in my sleep! Arse-holes to triumph for you!” in a soft crooning voice that I can hear now, tune and all. I also heard her say the same, but in Italian. This was an invitation to me to Opus her. Note: in all this I was the Holy Man: much talk with these women who, also, were all highly initiated Yoginis. Frank & Nelly, my hosts, were rather out of it all. But there were many other minor phases of the dream in which they took a fair share.
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[Heroin] 1/4 . Call it (5)[Heroin]. This worked beautifully!