The flame having been lit, the Conductor now speaks to Master, asking him how shall these Neophytes prove to the Threshold’s Guardian their worthiness of re-entering the holy Temple at the mysterious time of Dawn

The Master, no doubt having absolutely no interest in the Conductor’s perspective at all (maybe he thinks that the Conductor failed to carefully memorize his speech or was drunk when got to the Temple in the late afternoon), immediately pronounces the Candidates worthy. He tells them that “by the law of AMRA” (I believe that is the law governing the AMORC collection box whose whereabouts all of these candidates will be frequently visiting, at least on a monthly basis)…. By the law of AMRA, they have, indeed, managed to make it through a twenty or thirty minute perambulation of a temple which is a surrogate for the Planet Earth which is probably a symbolic representation of the human body, on its various planes, in which light, represented by the Sun, travels through its four decidingly distinct quadrants.

Now, since they were deemed worthy by virtue of its Law, they now can pronounce the sacred word, COLLECTION BOX- I mean, AMRA, when they pass over the Threshold and enter the Temple. AMRA as a secret mystical password that symbolically denotes COLLECTION BOX basically says to the fascinated universe which has custody over all the divine natural laws, “See, this Neophyte is worthy because it knows my name and it knows that I am a friendly little collection receptacle for the gold and silver won by these worthy candidates when they work all day and sometimes night to feed my ever-growing hunger for the fruits of their labor!”

Several of the candidates say, AMRA twice and even three times as they cross the Threshold, their syncopated steps harmonizing with the loose change jangling in the deep pockets of their neophytic robes.