There are usually three periods of Probation, such as a standard school composition, that has an introduction, elaboration, and conclusion. However, although true works of art are not subject to generalization, some common indications can be noticed.
At the very beginning, the Probationer is encouraged to scrabble all that blurred area which he knows as Curriculum or program of his Grade, as he will be thrown into the fire; in every way, in all aspects, as much as the Superior feels it is possible. This fire is by no means an aggressive, militant creation, the one that feeds by the Probationer's fear and weaknesses.
This topic does not deserve much discussion, whenever it is mentioned above Yesod. It does not need much exercise or talent. In order to apply it successfully, it is necessary to set the model on which the core mechanism is based.
The Oath is fulfilled with the awareness of the task. By its acceptance, you have already passed on.
There are no Grades, as there are no incarnations. There are no other lives. Are they not just an excuse for our weakness to understand this one?
In all its exceptionality, a clay teapot is not real; what is real is only clay. How would a teapot ever exist without clay? A teapot is just clay formed by Genius in the shape of a teapot. Ice does not exist; there is only water. Ice is only a consequence of Will passing through water, transforming it into ice. It is the same with all the other elements.
Throughout the Probation, an Angel might express his nature in a single moment, in a dream or a lost thought, but in a manner that is completely incomprehensible to the mind of the Probationer.
It can be said that each Grade cherishes a specific relationship with the Diary, that there is a special thread that binds the Diary with a certain Grade, and that this thread has a different nature on each occasion.
There are two types of diaries. The first type, which, for many, serves as a reminder. And another, which for a few serves as a testimony. The former is a gift of the most precious kind, making the Aspirant see that every record in the Diary is one and the same dialogue between him and his God; each entry is a description of always the same thing but in countless other languages, as each event is actually just one of the infinite numbers of anagrams of the name of his Angel.
The Probationer “invokes often”, without glow, without desire, without passion for the result. His only passion is the Great Work itself, which is so far from him and in which he does not possess any Knowledge.
The relationship between the Student and the Superior does not represent teaching, but rather associating, like an attempt to explain the smell of a rose when the Student has never smelled anything of that kind before.