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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Sunday, 3 July 1910
Wrote this at 11 A.M.
Perchance in the pleading of pain Beat pulses of passionate rest; Perchance in the sorrowful stain The glory of God is confessed.
Hate mirrors the laughter of Love, Life shadows the image of Death: O spread me the heavens above, And mix with the ashes my breath!
The circle's an infinite line, The opposites meet and are one: O mingle your ashes with mine Where mazes of madness are spun!
Prof. Work. Read Crowley. . . . 'Tannhäuser' and 'The God-Eater'.
Breathing and Concentration. Time 40 min. 7 — 7.40 p.m.
Type Ex. Burnt Isis Incense.
Results. After concentrating intensely on the breath for a short time I was suddenly conscious of a drastic change. I appeared to become enormous, vast, illimitable and I seemed to be rushing through space at a terrific speed. Then I stopped but the feeling of vastness did not leave me; it grew more intense. The feeling was as real as if I were actually physically a giant of giants. I tried to look down at my feet, but had to desist, as this made me very giddy, and I was afraid of falling.
I ceased concentrating after what I thought was a few minutes; to my great surprise I found I had been practising for nearly three quarters of an hour! Immediately upon stopping breathing and concentrating I became conscious of an extraordinary perfume, the like of which I have never smelled before. It certainly was not the incense. It was delicious beyond words to express; subtle and penetrative, yet delicate and exquisite beyond measure. It whirled me away in an ecstasy of delight.
The 'giant feeling' left me when I stopped practising.
My mind feels wonderfully clear and placid. . . . There is a strong sensation of having acquired something which I had not had before.
Sleep. 9 hours. 10.45 — 7.45.
Concentrated again from 10.15 — 10.45.
No results.
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