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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Tuesday, 5 July 1910
Breathing and Concentration.
Time. 8 — 8.23 A.M.
Results. Abstraction.
Time. 12.30 — 12.51 A.M.
Results. Sank deep into myself.
Time. 8.22 — 7.22 P.M. (exactly an hour)
Results. I felt very tall part of the time. When—at times—I held my breath—chaotic confusion of some sort ensued.
I am conscious in almost all my practises of things happening which I cannot describe.
Hrs Exercise. 1 (about) walking.
Hrs. Sleep. 9 3/4. 9.30 —12.30 and 2 — 8.45.
At 12.30 I awoke and could not go to sleep until I had written the following:—
Behold! I came to a field of lilies. Their wonderful whiteness traced the soul in a sea of white silence. Each lily was a miracle of holiness, a perfection of purity.
As I gazed, lo! a blush vaulted in the midst of the lilies. It spread from lily to lily with incredible swiftness, till the whole field looked as if it was flushed with shame; the shame that is born of knowledge.
The flush deepened to the scarlet fury of living lust, blood-red in its intensity. The lilies writhed in intolerable anguish beneath the quivering flame.
Slowly the scarlet deepened to the colour of old wine. The flaming fury calmed (down) to a rich, crimson glow.
Then the crimson became the velvety purple that lies at the core of the dark purple rose. A vast hush hung over the lilies.
And this was Love.
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