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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 9 October 1906
Tested new R[itual] and behold it was v[ery] g[ood] thanked Gods and sacrificed for Lola [Vera Snepp].
Hashish 10. p.m. acting—taken at 8. Many very strange illusions of sight, sense of proportion, locality, illusions of muscular distortion, the pen actually writing good legible English, but appearing to do so only as a vector of two enormous counterpoises. (Hours to write that sentence—and this.) None of the illusions seriously interfere with small fine coordinated movements. I think of a word and forget it before I can write it down. This happens by lapses: a question of attention held and released.
In the "thanksgiving and sacrifice for . . . [Vera Snepp]" I did get rid of everything but the Holy Exalted One, and must have held Him for a minute or two. I did. I am sure I did.
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