Jane Wolfe
Diary Entry
Thursday, 30 September 1920
A.M. |
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Wakeful, more or less, waked at
5:45 and got up, and went out doors for a time. |
6:20 - 40 |
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ASANA.
That caved-in feeling of
stomach. What causes it? Could do no work as I
cannot breathe, though held posture. What is this
suppression? |
6:40 - 7:00 |
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DHARANA, yellow sq.
A confused surge of thoughts.
Am I full of astral fumes? Head
thick.
HARPOCRATES.
Invocation. |
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P.M. |
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3:07 |
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A.C. back from Naples. |
6:00 |
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‘Iwant to be the greatest—that
is genius’[1]
Does this leave all channels
free for the Divine influx necessary for the genius? |
10:05 |
[2] |
Funny about my dream of Sept
24, that it should precede.
This evening I ask A.C. a
simple question. For answer he smiles the same
head-waiter smile at Lea [Leah Hirsig].
Not having any plates to smash and thus eliminate my
irritation, I remain peeved. |
10:20 - 40 |
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ASANA.
Poor. |
10:40 - 58 |
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DHARANA, yellow sq.
Ditto.
HARPOCRATES.
Invocation. |
Comment(s) by Aleister
Crowley
1—? Is it
really? What third-rater said this?
2—I envy the
knowledge of head waiters.
[102] |