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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 21 May 1920
Still tinkering with odd jobs; no true Current. I feel sleepy and unenthusiastic most of the time; a very discouraging letter from Radclyffe [Raymond Radclyffe] has not helped matters. And Mrs. Van Brunt has sent me a circular of the characteristic backbiting type one has learnt to expect from Theosophists. They are narrower, pettier, less spiritual than Baptists.
I am getting some sort of order in the Abbey, with a mild dose of ritual work. The atmosphere is becoming very strong and peaceful; I am about the weakest spot in the Agapemone![1]
11.15 p.m. Opus[2] XV, B.S.H.N. [Ninette Shumway]. Operation Bad, due to Snow [cocaine]. Elixir, Mediocre. Object: Thanks to, and invocation of, Aphrodite.
I had been speaking of Her in an explanation of Magick and wished to write a hymn. Also, I had been thinking of my good luck in love, on which I feel I owe something, even if in other ways I have lacked grace of the Gods—But no! I'll never admit lack! They have given me all in abundance.
2—[Crowley conducts to a magical sexual operation.]
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