A.M.

Between 10 and 12:30 last night, witnessed rites in which A.C. and Russell [C. F. Russell] took part, it seemed—not really definite. Came into physical consciousness with strong odour of goat. Thought: “How can my sheet smell of goat?” When fully awake, no odour, of course.

10’ Silence. A breath restriction with silence this a.m.

10’ Pranayama.

12’ Harpocrates.

P.M.

Prayer at altar.

2:00

10’ Silence. Offering self, a receptacle for use by God.

15’ Silence. A heap of sand on desert.

8’ Pranayama.

¼ Capsule of grass.

8:55

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Since mention of analyzing thought, have been wondering why, during some part of the past, I was always on the defensive, belligerently eyeing all.

Harpocrates at altar.

Attempt yellow square—it continually recedes and disappears.

Silence 5’—pink and yellow wands, like huge candles, three of each.

After lying down, a most radiant blue breaking through, something like daubs or splotches.