I poor through books from within my study, still cowering in fear. The wounds of my last encounter scab and fester though I fear to seek medical attention beyond the walls of my estate. I have called for an internist but still await his arrival. I hold to hope these wounds remain superficial but they appear malignant.
In long hours I devour strange books seeking insight to the events I have so oft written. Most seem filled with ill conceived science and speak of odd energies, such as Orgone, the mind struggles to grasp. I am needing a magi of my own to drive away these evils. Or barring help, provide me a direction of study as much I read is fanciful drivel. Thought I find words and and pictures which ring true.
One such element of true spoke of Crowley and a residence in far England deemed the Boleskine house. It is humorous that for all these books I acquire it was an article in the times that provided this revelation. It spoke of a cleansing of sorts derived from Abramelin the Mage. I Know little of the work other than the name posted in the paper. Noteworthy was another of Crowley's endeavors known as Thelema.
Friends I fear my only hope to address Yeats directly and cast my cards upon his table. Then I shall pray he pities my soul.
Yours very truly