Jane Wolfe Diary Entry

Sunday, 12 December 1920

 

     

 

A.M.

 

20’ Asana, vigorous.

20’ Dharana—on astral, rather, no yel sq.

12’ Harpocrates.

 

This way of working must be that of A.C., automatically unfolding. It takes more strength, more concentration and makes me very warm all over. This way the body may, in time, become automatically rigid, as I understand that phrase.

 

Letter to L.V. Jefferson re agency for sale of books, etc.

 

 

 

P.M.

 

Capsule of grass.

2:30

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Visualizing self constantly—mind constantly making unformed pictures, resulting in “Bwouze”, so the word sounds as I hear it—a bwouzed line, for instance being a line with mossy-like fragments, a something floating away from the line, which should be distinct and clean-cut.

 

Visualizing and speaking at same time. Hal-formed pictures; speaking symbolized by organ pipes, each beat bringing pipe higher in the picture. All bwouzed.

 

(Would be glad if someone can tell me what this means)

 

Left lobe of brain feels as though there were a gimlet hole clean through it—I can look through the it. (Am conscious at times of just this spot.)

 

Experienced an affectionate regard for something. This regard, flowing out, was like unto a calf gamboling about—I mean the same rhythm, a certain crudeness for affection.

 

Dark movement on desert.

 

Valley with stream, outlined by green—there was white along water’s edge.

 

A black spot, which later became a globe. From this an Altar arose; a flame, I heard “Shin”. Then this disappeared, and a very luminous red-gold Sun, low on the horizon, blazed over altar. Picture ended with outer ring of illumination from sun touching outer rim of black sphere, the altar being no higher than this black rim.

 

Figures, suggesting mounted Arabs, all white, flowing by.

 

Seemed to break through something of myself, and expanding beyond this particular body in which I have been.

 

Outside, looked downward on head; in crown a round opening with blood along edges, congealed, also flowing down. Saw no hair.

 

Found head hurting here. Took hold and stopped it.

Then entered a home which had key-note “safety”. Looked through large plate-glass window, showing beautiful garden, rocks and water beyond. House modern. The entire picture giving a semi-circular impression.

 

Where are thoughts? I see a dome, chambers all round the circle supporting dome, the centre hollow up to dome. This dome blue (cannot read rest of notes)

 

Desert, then took shape pinnacled castle, flanked on either side by hillsides. Brilliant outstanding, which when first beheld before seeing castle, suggested arm outstretched with beaconing light, like Statue of Liberty. When at castle noticed the light was on top of an iron rod above the castle.

 

 

Comment(s) by Aleister Crowley

1—Not bad.

 

 

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