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Half-past three yesterday 1
capsule of grass, one hour later, 1/2 capsule.
Enormous appetite at five, which I indulged with
Mortadello, glass of wine, and liquer [sic]. Hit
bull’s eye with Shummie [Ninette Shumway]
each time I tried. Genesthai’s [C. F. Russell]
witticisms missed fire with her. Returned to Abbey
to get fire going for Pentagram. Sat in kitchen
waiting for Turkish coffee, and three times essayed
what G[enesthai], said was “rising on the planes”.
This so new I noted only sensation of going,
expansion, and wondering if I could remain a unit or
fly into a million fragments, and could I ever again
get myself small enough to enter the physical. Is it
safe to try this now? I feel like experimenting.
After Pentagram stomach
discharged superfluous food, as all good stomachs
should do. Thank you! Felt very good.
During evening lay on couch.
Shummie beside me, her head resting on my elbow the
better to read. An impression of two boys, 3 or 4
and 7 or 8, dressed in rich velvets, I the older, a
self-constituted buffer, shock-absorber and
comforter of the younger—we virtually prisoners
inside spacious walls. A feeling of isolation and
loneliness.
Being the first of February,
shall begin my schedule. |
9:35-53 |
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Dharana, yel. sq.
Made comparisons with Dharana
work heretofore. Think I have discovered a leak.
Tried Harpocrates, but failed.
Have notice how much better
[C.F.] Russell does the Pentagram since departure of
A.C. and Lea [Leah Hirsig].
The feeling of restraint is gone, there is force and
much better reading. |