AB.9


   [{u}  Sunday]  December  10  [1911 W-V.]

   8:40 P.M.  I have arranged the room ceremonially as before; but
will recite the Invocation of Hoor as in Egypt, beginning at
8:50.
   9:15  Did this. Near beginning Stone of Wand flew out, and was
lost.
   9:18  P. _Nemo adest._
_   _9:19

      S.'s body is being turned around to face P. _(This astrally)_ S.
is going to high door (of a temple) always towards left.
      Two high carved figures at door, one each side. Inside is
nothing but a great Vault, bottomless; but now a white figure is
sitting in middle on a raised thing.
   P:  Where's your old man?
   S:  I don't know.
      This figure holds up its left hand; thumb standing out very
straight, on it he balances a chain. He has black rod and points
to lines of his own hand. A blue glass covers his palm. There
are lines through glass -- 6 lines, and at each point are
different figures, _e.g._ a man on horseback, a very black bird.
   P:  Ask him ``Where is old man?''
   S:  Beside me.
   P:  What is his real message?
      _(S. keeps on being turned to left.)_
   P:  _(repeats)._
   P:  Does he want you to go to left?
   S:  Something's wrong: I don't know what. I don't see him.
_(Thinks she's been really pushed.)_
   S:  _(repeats above.)_ I'm in desert. Can't you clear it up?
   P:  Aiwass! Aiwass! Aiwass! Aiwass! Aiwass! Aiwass!  -- _Long_
_pause --_
_   _9:32
   _   S. repeats: _Something wrong etc. _Long pause -- S. repeats_
_again._
   P:  Abuldiz! Abuldiz! Abuldiz! Abuldiz! Abuldiz! Abuldiz!
Abuldiz!
   S:  Big black door.
   P:  Go through it.
   S:  Closed.
   P:  Break it open!
   S:  All black -- a cloth now. Hooded man in T guards door.
   P:  Push him away. Give some sign.
   S:  I should have something on my head.
   P:  Put on that white bandage _(astral)._
   S:  I can see nothing. I can do nothing. If only old man were
here!
   P:  Why isn't he?
   S:  Is this right hour?
   P:  Yes. Perhaps you've done something wrong!
   S:  Now I see first room filled with figures in black robes and
folded arms, faces hooded.
   P:  Is old man there?
   S:  Sure, if I could only get to him.
   P:  Call his name.
   S:  They're not near me as usual.
   P:  Ask why.
   S:  . . . I think my friend is here now. . . So indistinct. . .
Something wrong with _me._
   P:  Ask forgiveness; ask what you're to do to get right.
   S:  I'm to obey.
   P:  In what have you disobeyed?
   S:  Faith.
   P:  Faith in what?
   S:  Faith in all. I haven't taken the 20 steps (I can't do it: I'm
ready to die: I can't hear or understand. I want to go away.)
   P:  Is there anything you can do to put it right?
   S:  I can do nothing, dear.
   P:  Is that what they tell you?
   S:  To wait.
   P:  Anything else?
   S:  ``Your _(i.e. S.'s)_ part is to serve.''