What is the nature of any order of enlightenment if not a sudden realization that one's former limitations are an illusion; that what once seemed so real, so dark or impassable, isn't real at all. The dawning of this inner light proves our fears to be without substance. So that what we outgrow in these moments isn't some fearful condition, but rather a fear-filled level of our own consciousness that can't see past the limitation of its own fearful projections.