X -- Fortune
The axle moveth not; attain thou that. - _The Book of Thoth_

The Beast described this 120-Days-of-Bedlam in a poem called _Aha!_:
The sense of all I hear is drowned;
Tap, tap, tap and nothing matters!
Senseless hallucinations roll
Across the curtain of the soul.
Each ripple on the river seems
The madness of a maniac's dreams!
So in the self no memory-chain
Or casual wisp to bind the straws!
The Self disrupted! Blind, insane,
Both of existence and of laws,
The Ego and the Universe
Fall to one black chaotic curse...
As I trod the trackless way
Through sunless gorges of Cathay,
I became a little child!

"The are waiting for you," Rose, in a trance, had said, a year earlier.
"It's about the Child."

When Crowley returned to England, after becoming "a little child," he
received a letter from chemist George Cecil Jones, a friend in the Golden
Dawn. Jones, who recognized what happened, wrote: "How long have you been in
the Great Order, and why did I not know? Is the invisibility of the A.A. to
lower grades so complete?"

Israel Regardie, a biographer sympathetic to Crowley, but dubious about the
existence of the A.A. (the Third Order, or Great White Brotherhood, behind
the Rose of Ruby and Cross of Gold) comments thoughtfully, "I do not wholly
understand this."

Herman Hess, who described the Third Order very clearly in _Journey to the
East_, gives the formula for initiation in _Steppenwolf_:

PRICE OF ADMISSION:
YOUR MIND