AM.11/1


[{u} _ Sunday_]  February 24,  1918  [e.v.]

   _W.T.L.O.O.D._
_   _   As I approach the wizard he beckons me to go up
the mountain path with him. I stay at the woodland
place to ask him questions. After I ask the first
question, he again points to the path.
      I now see Barzedon with a parcel in her lap. The
parcel is something like an object in wooden splints
wrapped in paper. There are the pink and plump feet
of a baby sticking out. The baby is alive: its name is
(Eperqv)*{i} In some way a clerk in a store is connected
with this. On his left there is a ledger on which is
written ``Good.''

   T: ``Who is the mother of this child?''
   A:    I see a horn of plenty _(Demeter)_--the wheels of an
aeroplane--The w[izard] says ``Much.''
   T: ``Who is the father?''
   A:    I see a skeleton of a buggy. ``Bay-Bane-Bale.'' These all
seem to mean some word, probably beginning with `b'.
Bale seems to suggest bales of hay. I also see a daisy
and then a stream. _(Daisy _=_ _{u} _, obviously.)_
   T: ``What is the number for the Mother?''
   A: ``63 or 639.'' _(Briah. Tree of knowledge.)_
   T: ``What is the number for the father?''
   A: ``483 or 487.'' _(483 is bearer of iniquity. ? 3 = 161_
_the exempted man.)_
   T: ``What is the number for (Eperqv)?''
   A: ``437.'' _(Balm; balsam tree. 19 + 23.)_
   T: ``Is the baby a girl or a boy?''
   A:    I see a young man's head with very dark hair.
             _All of these above questions about the numbers and_
_whether _(_E[perqv]_)_ is a girl or a boy were asked without_
_the words being said. That is, the answer was asked to the_
_question that was in T.'s mind._
   Q:  ``Give me the true magical name of D.T.?'' _(Dorothy_
_Troxel.)_
   A: ``Wesrun.'' This is a Druid word? The letters can be used
as Hebrew. _(627 _+_ 209 + 3: 33 + 19.) (Good.)_
   Q: ``What is her number?''
   A: ``817.'' _(19 + 43 _+_ Hazel.)_
   Q: ``Is this the person in T.'s vision in N[ew] H[ampshire] ?''
   A: ``Yes.'' _(She was a `hazel' girl. T[herion].)_


   AM.11/2


          Now I am wandering up the mountain path with the w.
We are a little way up. He looks like an Arab, has on a
white turban. I have on a brown cotton crepe dress. He is
stopped and is standing in the main path while I am to
one side on the beginning of a large level place on the
mountain side. Some distance away and further out on
the level space is a dark haired young man. Both the
young man's head and my back are turned this way.
The w. is almost facing this way. I see a confused
sculptural group or figure on top of which there is a
brilliant red four petalled flower. The ends of the petals
droop down which gives it a cross-like appearance.
The w. looks at me with a kind of admiration and
sympathy or friendliness. An animal like a fox (really a
chamois, I believe) comes from around the mountain
towards me. There is a small snake at my feet.
Now the place where I am standing is isolated with 20-25
feet between us and the rest of the mountain. A sort of
crevice is all around me. I ask the w. what it means and
see ripe corn. Now I see myself with green corn in my
lap preparing it for cooking. This means that I am at
Nepta. A. admired me because I was climbing up seeking
truth. This stopping on the way is a sort of being side
tracked in what Nepta would be. That is I would stop
and bask in the sunlight of sensual pleasures or emotional
enjoyment of such a life. (I do not like this thought.
It makes me think of what it would mean in sacrificing
real work.) As I keep looking at myself on this isolated
spot, I am sometimes all alone as at first, and then there
are many people and many confused things all around
me. A. explains that my going to E[gypt] in face of
objections and obstacles is represented by my being alone.
It is then that he admires me. The confused mass of
things and the people around me are the remnants of
illusions etc., etc., I have not yet broken clear of.
I ask A. if he has a message for T. We come down from
the mountain to the woods. I see a fruit packing house, a
bin for tomatoes, some straw in the bin and an egg in the
straw. ``T. must work for the egg.''
   T: ``Are there any definite orders for the week?''
   A:    I see T. in his office, also with a flower in his coat. He is
rather happy. He is at his desk. There are many letters.
One to D[orothy] T[roxel]. I also see 2 books which were
mailed.
   [9.30  p.m.]
   _          T. asks A. to spell Therion which he does._*
   T: ``Does Egypt mean the (geographical expression or the
mystic country?)''{i} _(Asked without words.)_
   A:    Utter darkness appears. A man with a beast's head,
something like a dog with a bird's beak for a nose. It is a
hawk's head. I see a snake or scorpion. A nebula. Now
there are many tiny chains at the feet of 729, coming
from this nebula. Now an open door in a hut. A white
cloth hangs on it. By this a tall palm, but its top is like a
fir tree. A slender animal, somewhat like a calf is near A.
In the air A. holds a small doll rather Japanese in
appearance. This suggests Rodin's `Hand of God'.
The doll has a cap on as if ready to go out. I see the egg
and the eagle. The back of A.'s chair is shaped as a
triangle, rather queer; almost as if the triangle were a
solid.

      T. is very enraged and expresses his anger which
completely destroys all communications. Later we try
to ask more questions but it all seems to be of no use.