| BkIV:7.II.21 | The caterpillar has become a butterfly. The metamorphosis of consciousness has occurred. The spirit begins to fly without limitation. And you feel uncomfortable in the new being that you are. You do not know where to direct your flight. Your being observes, is silent, waiting. Little by little it begins to take flight. It rises above all thought and all emotion. Little by little it begins to feel comfortable in the heights. You still fear the fall, but very soon even that fear disappears, for your wings will become more robust than those of an eagle. |