Ill-will. For this is a cruel fetter, biting to the very bone of the wretch who carries it, and it is forged indeed from the black iron of egoism and belief in the separate ego.
And this being all accomplished the last fetters to be broken are:
The desire for separate and individual life in the world of forms we see about us.
The desire for separate life in the formless world to which we shall attain.
Pride—the very snarer of Divine Beings.
Self-righteousness, the womb-sister of pride.
And last, the most terrible of fetters—
Ignorance—mother of a deadly brood.
And where he went these fetters fell before him, and prison doors were opened and they who had sat in darkness walked in light. And they aspired to perfection for he taught that Perfection was their heritage, if not now, then in some future life where the sown seeds of good expanding should throw out strong arms and glorious blossom.
And they believed, and some set tottering steps in the path, and some advanced with wings rather than feet, but all were seekers and finders.