Disguised as a beggar, the great Odysseus was patiently enduring suitors' abuse. He uttered words which the Probationer will sense perfectly: “Still, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things”. Secretly knowing that, when the time comes, he will kill every one of them.
The Probationer is an uncut gemstone of the A∴A∴ which will never become a valuable sapphire, or a brilliant.
All your Grades, all Oaths, tasks and achievements are just a mere fantasy of the Self which lies in its Pyramid. And all the time while you project this, dreaming quietly in the tomb, your soul rushes toward stars; yea, your soul rushes towards stars.
Hail! Asi! Hail, Hoor-Apep! Let The Silence speech beget!
The practice does not serve the Probationer for any achievement, but for the attack, above all on his thinking apparatus, which in this way acts as leverage of his Ego to move it from the usual pedestal in which it is fixed by inertia.