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THE EQUINOX
October.
Prânâyâma. Eighteen minutes. 10. 20. 30.
3rd. 12.20 a.m.
10-11.30 Walk with Mantra.
a.m. a.m.
11.30-12.41 Â’sana. Always with Mantra and Ajna.
a.m. p.m. Prânâyâma. Eighteen minutes. 10. 20. 30.
1.50-2.30 Dhâranâ. Got very tired and lay down till 3.35 (not
p.m. p.m. sleeping) then resumed Â’sana till 5.5 p.m Now again at last
the Golden Dawn. This, as my intuition had already taught
me, had the effect of slowing the Dhyâna and also keeping
me fixed therein. Yet, I fear, of partially destroying its
perfection—He knows! Thus the disk came clear: but I
began to be worried by body and clouded by doubt, and an
effort to return only brought up a memory-picture.
The flaming clouds are “thought”; the shadowy or hinted
Form is Adonai!
5.35 p.m. Three Prânâyâmas of 50. 25. 15.
5.40 p.m. Prânâyâma. Twenty minutes 10. 20. 30.
9.30 p.m. Holiday; which was fatal folly!
The full account of this wonderful realization of Dhyâna is
set forth by P. in this note book entitled “The Writings of
Truth,” in which we find the following:
“After some eight hours’ discipline by Prânâyâma arose ‘The Golden Dawn.’
“While meditating, suddenly I became conscious of a shoreless space of
darkness and a glow of crimson athwart it. Deepening and brightening, scarred
by dull bars of slate-blue cloud arose the Dawn of Dawns. In splendour not of
eart and its mean sun, blood-red, rayless, adamant, it rose,it rose! Carried out of
myself, I asked not ‘Who is the Witness?’ absrobed utterly in contemplation of so
stupendous and marvellous a fact. For here was no doubt, no change, no wavering;
infintely more real than aught ‘physical’ is the Golden Dawn of this Eternal Sun!
But ere the Orb of Glory rose clear of its banks of blackness—alas my soul!—that
Light Ineffable was withdrawn beneath the falling veil of darkness, and in
purples and greys glorious beyond imagining, sad beyond conceiving, faded the
supurb Herald of the Day. But mine eyes have seen it! And this, then, is Dhyána!
Walk with it, yet all but unremarked, came a melody as of the sweet-souled Vinâ.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Again, by the Grace ineffable of Bhâvani to the meanest of Her devotees,
arose the Splendour of the Inner Sun. As bidden by my Guru, I saluted the