Jane Wolfe Diary Entry

Thursday, 11 November 1920

 

     

 

P.M.

 

 

3:30

 

I use the Talisman, feeling drawn to it. The God puts me on his left shoulder and we rise into space—up and up. Then I see below me, slightly to my left, a rock projecting, the earth lying far, far below—I see this earth to the right. A nest of eggs—three. The words: Fecundate them. I wait a moment, the ‘How?’ A tiny black serpent appears in the nest. Again I wait—then, ‘Now what?’ From one, to the left slightly less than 45 degrees—i.e., emerging from the egg in that direction, stepped a white bird: I see its feathers distinctly—about the size of a peuter pigeon. This bird become a white pillar, which rises & rises up, far away into the sky. I watch—nothing else happens. I then return to the nest—having gone up with the pillar—and from the egg to the right there flows an inky fluid; it spills over that side of the mountain, continuing to flow. ‘What of the third?’, the centre one. This is a wee, wee white bird, that perches on the edge the mt. shaft, not far from the nest, and sings happily.

 

The sky between the pillar and the inky stream now fills with a huge head and shoulders of a man; the thing dark and apparently chagrined.

I am reminded that from 2 to 2:40 I sit in silence, waiting. During this interval a limitless sea of blue, myself in the centre and something strong & moving received through the palms of my hands when in contact with the water. I cannot analyze it without getting into the double. Do not attempt this as I understand I would then leave the physical.

 

All day the desert has called—I ache for it.

11:30

 

I sleep a bit and wake. I get A.C. saddened greatly, and as though I were the cause. I walk by his side, steadily, up a stony trail, gaze ahead. Just so he, too, walks. But this something proves a bond.

12:05

 

. . . . . I pray you hold

Me as a secret and a blessed chrism

That you have gained to adorn your house of gold

By some strange silent sacred exorcism.

 

Recollection: Before falling asleep, I saw standing before rocks; facing me, a colossal figure, hoary headed, flowing beard, with trident in the right hand. Neptune?

 

 

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