|
Mary Butts Diary Entry Wednesday, 20 July 1921
Astral journey. Same symbol. Cannot find out the magic rite symbolized.
Precipice, falling pine-trees, a huge blue-black bird darting sown. (infinite confusions) into a circle of fire. A tranquil Hobbema landscape. A sphinx.
Then the dark cave, a furious sea breaking through it this time—white water. I was afraid, went through—water sucking through a kind of blow-hole. Then saw the open coast, black rocks and white sea rising, a frightful place. Then as the spray rose, a shaft of light came down and mixed and the two mixed a while till I came back unable to hold it any longer.
But my mind was not quite free, and I remembered the actual symbol and to ask Cecil [Cecil Maitland] if he could get at it.
Asana. 20 minutes, hell.
|