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Leah Hirsig Diary Entry Tuesday, 7 October 1924
All this was broken off yesterday by the arrival of the effects from 207[1] and my over exerting myself. I remember a lot of unpacking and re-packing, a lot of love making, a three-fold letter to Beast as a direct result of Opus 9[2]—More packing, oysters, Lambert and the papers, and a baby in my bed all night long till 6.30 this morning. He thought he ought to "fuck me"—but I showed him how wrong he was, so up he got and we got busy.
Of course I remember preparing him to go on 3 errands after posting the letter.
They were: (I need help)
1. Use lance if you can and will. 2. If this fails, then we'll talk things over. 3. Then call doctor.
Result
No 1. He was willing to try to do. No. 2. We did. No. 3 We had a large tea and all was O.K.
Also later, I asked him to try to see Lambert, Nina, Willy etc. and to being me some oysters and white wine if possible and to come how quickly, quickly.
When he arrived, I asked him again to have the Dr.—He went out to try to get him and he wasn't in.
So we talked a bit and loved a bit (just enough) and slept till daybreak.
In the course of some of these operations I asked him 3 questions
1. Who is your best girl? Ans.[wer] You. 2. What is thy Will? To help you estab[lish] the L.[aw] of T.[helema]. 3. Who are you? O.P.V. [Norman Mudd]
(I had hoped he would say I don't know but realized that I wanted him merely to answer the questions—Mother love giving a little kick)
I planned also to ask him (on his final return) Whom do you serve—but I no longer needed to do so.
So now I have finally and completely adopted this son of the Sun.
1—[Refers to items belonging to Crowley and Leah that were being held at 207 Boulevard Raspail, Paris, an apartment that had been leased to Dorothy Olsen.] 2—[Leah Hirsig is referring to a magical sexual operation.]
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