Before being able to fly, a disciple must remove entirely the root of evil from his own heart.
Really, this is a painful and great death. It is not death taking your body out, but death taking evil, raising from the earth, driving miseries away, and liberating.
What his flesh demands is quite painful to the soul wishing to be liberated.
Instinctive nature is hard to overcome and a tenacious enemy against the Son’s purposes.
So, the Son attacked by his lower nature, as soon as in sorrow loses heart, implores his Master’s help like a castaway wailing for a safer and steadier port:
A Son that desires peace and quietness finds a source of continuous sorrow in the atmosphere of a city. Then he looks at the sky in quest of the Divine Master, and finally confesses sorrowfully:
Under the Divine Master’s loving glance, the Son wakes from his lethargy, with his eyes dazzled by this Divine glance.
But as soon as his initial enthusiasm decreases and becomes stable, he discovers he still is very far away from the ideal he dreamed.
As the disciple glimpses the hidden power living in him and treads on his path of inner realization, he claims, moans and invokes the Mystical Presence:
“Master of mine: You are here, You are, and I am not.
The meditator should expect the hour for his deep introspective journey as joyful as a man who leaves for unknown lands, and as anxious as a person that feels attracted by the unknown, –he must expect that moment when his fullness transforms the whole day into an act of continuous meditation.