I don’t know how many years it will take for this to become a pair of socks but I have made a start.
The same can be said for a changed world. Our Creator says it will take more than four generations. I have begun at the only place I can, within, working to change myself into Good. The tools appear to be quite simple—love, forgiveness, peacemaking, freeing oneself from prejudice, developing the heart’s intelligence, but if you give it some thought, you will see how revolutionary it can be when it spreads from one person to another. We can recreate Eden, but we must get to work and not despair, saying that it is utopia. No, it is possible. Our Creator is counting on us.
“That which I have been telling You I told It before; My Prophets and Witnesses delivered it to the world. Man Michel, if You had listened to them, I would not have gone down to You.
But men’s memory under sin is like a fertile valley under drought, everything withers in it, the (once) lively water evaporates, man’s mind inhales air as a thirsty donkey (does), man drinks mire from the hollows of (empty) pools, he drinks anything that slakes his thirst for a short while.
Through you I will pour the Lively Water again. Men, how many times will I have to quench your thirst until you achieve My Word?
Why do My Wounds remain open? Why are men opposed to Their Healing?
Hardly have they closed up when a time of abomination at its peak occurs; then blasphemy, all the outrages which induce men to lose faith, (and) greed, immodesty, falsehood grow beyond all that has been seen thus far; they open My Wounds as a pointed flint (does), they pour fire into Them.
They will not heal if man does not heal;
My Day is continually delayed.”
The Revelation of Arès 30/1-4
When a sufficient number of people work in the direction of Good:
“Then My Day will break.
I will gesture to the planet to stop (revolving) under your feet; there will be no longer day or night, but My Light will cover everything continuously; I will descend to visit My Barns,
I will stretch out both of My Arms over the universe, then it will shout for jubilation, it will tremble with delight, the stars will lighten as if ablaze, they will inflame and consume the remaining brushwood and thorn(bush).
I will lean over the graves, the funeral urns, the seas, the bones and ashes will quiver under the caress of the souls descending along with Me from the Saint’s Heights, they will put themselves together and stand up.”
The Revelation of Arès 31/8-11
Work from yesterday and today.
Fishermen are not the only ones who repair their nets; gardeners need to do that also. After being on the currants, these nets go on the blueberries. There was quite a bit of damage done during the few weeks they protected that harvest. The trouble with the birds is that they never seem to say “oh, let’s leave a few for those humans.”
It was pleasant working outside, away from the kitchen where food and drink tempt. Hmmm, but what about blueberries? Aren’t they food? One of my favourites, but not ripe yet. :-)
They say we shrink as we age, but this is ridiculous.
One place we visited during our trip to Estonia was a hands-on science museum. Here one is supposed to see what it feels like to be a child. I very much enjoyed climbing up there and dangling my legs. I imagined a big bowl of hot chocolate. It was comforting.
Though my body may shrink and weaken I work that my soul may strengthen.
We are not born with a soul; it is something we must build by doing and being Good. It can be lost. It is a necessary part of our being for our existence after death.
“…because the soul may suffer, I cure it then, but it can also meet its end irrevocably. The soul is the specter’s eye, hand, throat, stomach; through the soul I can warm up the specter with the radiance of My Glory, I can lead it to the limitless splendors, I can hear its praise and its talk, I can feed it forever. Without a soul the specter wanders tormented, blind, famished, through the dark galleries dug by worms and through freezing hell which changes it into hoarfrost; the specter, then, frightens humans. Do not tremble at My Voice; tremble with fear of wrecking your soul!
The Revelation of Arès 4/ 5-8
Thus man is (made) of flesh, mind and soul; the three of them will be reunited on My Day,
The Revelation of Arès 17/7
Bone (is like) wood; wood sprouts wood; before the dawn the wood, behind the evening the wood (again). (But) the ha–the ha does not come out (of the) nose; (the ha is) not in the mouth, not in the hand; (from) the thigh the ha does not flow into woman. The ha (is) not in the noise. (Just as) milk curdles, you heat the Core (inside yourself, so) the ha curdles. You heat (the ha), you burn the gold; your brow hits the stone (where) My Pace (goes); (so) the ha curdles, (becomes as hard as) rock, (and yet) nothing (is) lighter (than it). Blood (makes) blood, rain (makes) rain, (but) the ha is not the son of the ha.”
The Revelation of Arès xxxix/4-11
Note: Ha is the sound the Creator used when referring to the soul.