Now they had reached the fourth ring of cognitive fires, that were even finer piled. ”This ring consists of those students, who practise in the world of air. In the same manner, as the mastery over the forces of water is a higher art than the mastery over the earth, the mastery over the fire is above that of water.
Yet higher even is the power over the air; for whoever rules the wind, determines the course of evolution.

“If the fire were deprived of the inner, enlivening breath, then it would be smothered, and the entire masses of water of the world ocean would freeze instantaneously.
This would mean that all life in the world would die out. Therefore the previously mentioned elements are powerfully governed, through the winds, by the rulers of the air.”

“The chantings of these disciples permeate the fields of the world even finer and more delicately - like a light and weightless breeze - and reach the beings in the depth of their feeling.
Their songs wave as soft tunes of inner cognition over the fields of conscience of the collective soul, and the red-golden ores of the love of truth glow in the hearts of man.”

“Nourished by the subtle winds, these holy ores enter the world consciousness full of glow and fill man with the holy urge for action which is a characteristic of the seekers of truth.”

“However, such pursuit for highest knowledge, thus awakened, has to be bridled by the winds lest it flares up as the uncontrolled heat of enthusiasm into the blast of fanatism, and the inner relations of forces in man were put out of joint.”

“Unaccountability of thought and action would be the consequence of such disturbances of the inner balance of human forces.
These, however, are supposed to urge the mechanism of inner evolution and to keep the beings steady on the path of enlightenment.”

“Above all, the powerful rule over the air gives the beings lightness in all their doing, and this is what they need in order to free themselves step by step from the entanglement of the powers of fate, and to rise gradually above the wheel of destiny into a life of freedom.”

At these words of her brother Mani looked towards the ocean, and a very delicate, mild breeze flew towards her, which, ever so gently caressing her skin, and unhurriedly moving to her heart, gave her a subtle wave of warming happiness of life.
“These are the waves of happiness, which return from the well-nourished sacrificial fires of the worlds,” said the brother; ”they are the grateful messengers from man, filled with life, to the holy singers, because with their songs they open and sweeten the inherent sources of the joy of life.”

“From the delicate link between the life-breath and the glowing spark of inner cognition springs all happiness of the world.
If the singers assembled here would not, with the power of their mind, invite the uncontrolled breath of man here to the waters of the worlds and artfully tie them to the inner comprehensive forces of the cosmic breath, then roaring storms of destruction would devastate all beings and worlds.”