A.M.

Slept throughout the night! Heretofore making about 3. Physical being seems tired.

7:30-8:00

French.

9:45-10:05

Asana.

Frictionless. Thoughts, but cannot remember them when finished.

10:05-25

Dharana.

Got into this when taking hold with centre in throat. Steady.

10:30-53

Harpocrates.

First 12' good. Then removed coat, as an experiment. It did break up things. Feeling of thirst during concentration.

I notice in most of my work that unless I breathe fully and deeply, there is a restriction and sense of weariness afterward. A.C. says on the edge of breath. Is spirit breath? My spirit, no doubt, not yet strong enough to work on edge of breath; so shall continue my way.

11:07-12

Pranayama. Had to stop, wobbly, yet I feel rested and set up.

P.M.

1:15-3:00

Herb Dangerous, Part III.

30' attempt at visions—nothing.

4:00

Capsule of grass.

Typed several letters for Lea [Leah Hirsig].

Dinner at five, grass begins working.

Hansi says Will with Howard [Howard Shumway]—Peppina comes in during this, speaks to Shummie [Ninette Shumway], Hansi stops to listen. He finished, I say "Anything going on in room certainly distracts Hansi." Lea answers: "Yes, Peppina must learn to keep quiet when Will is ——— being said, Howie!"

My downfall due to grass. Lea's ————? ?

Returned to Abbey, lay on couch, essayed "rising on planes". Before there was some timidity. Now, I let myself go, gently and easily. Experienced what I assume to be "coolth". Discovered the rising was like a breath, expanding naturally so far, then returning, again to expand and return. Assume advantages to be gained come when one is able to remain expanded.

Noticed, also, the occasional deep breath, this breath seeming to permeate me principally along front of body, from throat to navel. None along back, as I sometimes do in Yoga work.

Also, seemed to have two minds, the one working below—in fact, this mind recited a mantra like line, which I knew of course but have forgotten, over and over—while the upper went through the expansion process. When far enough away, I lost the lower.

Some place in this upper I struck a pitch that synchronized with physical sex, and I wondered about striking at will this note, then, after familiarity, another not an octave higher, and so on up the scale; this being the "transmutation" advocated by some mystics.

I also seemed to work on lobes, first one then the other, as though exercising them physically by will.