Jane Wolfe Diary Entry

Thursday, 30 September 1920

 

     

     

A.M.

 

Wakeful, more or less, waked at 5:45 and got up, and went out doors for a time.

6:20 - 40

 

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

 

DHARANA, yellow sq.

A confused surge of thoughts.

Am I full of astral fumes? Head thick.

HARPOCRATES.

Invocation.

 

 

 

P.M.

 

 

3:07

 

A.C. back from Naples.

6:00

 

‘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

 

ASANA.

Poor.

10:40 - 58

 

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.

 

 

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