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I prepared some plums for jam, cutting them in half and covering them with sugar overnight. The next day when I lifted the lid, I saw a brown mass, not very appetizing. As I heated and stirred, the mixture was transformed, changing to yellow then red, a beautiful crystalline transparent crimson. The transformation amazed me […]
We Pilgrims of Arès do not want to be a success, a triumph over another, our brother, even if he be evil, but rather we seek a state of being– Good, the White. We do not seek to make the White the conqueror of the Black like st-Georges conquered the dragon or Joan of Arc conquered the English, but we seek the natural disappearance of the Black simply due to the appearance of the White which exists and will one day fill everything. Our faith in Good is creative, it is not triumphant. Genesis does not say the Creator triumphed over the chaos but that the chaos simply disappeared because there was Light.
This is taken from a reply to a comment 02sep15 167C71 http://freesoulblog.net/jPG/jPGtv.html , the French edition, which I have translated.
To understand the context and terms of this excerpt, read the original entry in English here:
If you are in Arès during the August session of the pilgrimage, you can find a man who organizes an expressive arts workshop, very laid back, very open with an Arèsian theme. He furnishes art supplies and all are welcome. You can see some of his work here: http://mondechange.blogspirit.com/
My husband and I participated one morning. I decided to do a bit of graphics with the words that sum up the main idea of penitence– love, peace, forgiveness. (There is also freedom from prejudice, judgment, and spiritual intelligence, but it would have been hard to fit all that on the 21x14cm paper.)
If I keep these words ever present in the back of my mind, they help me change and to change my actions which will change the world.
My husband does not usually do art work. Here is what he did:
“L’Ile bleue”, the Blue Island (RA xiv/13)
From the notes in the bilingual English-French edition of The Revelation of Arès, here is an explanation of what the Blue Island represents. “The supreme, ultimate refuge of the just man in contrast to the dry island, his temporary earthly refuge. The Blue Island refers to the abode of the souls waiting for Eden to be gradually restored by good men and for God’s Day to make that restoration complete.”
If we practice love, peace-making, forgiveness, freedom from prejudice, developing our spiritual intelligence, we will get to that Blue Island which for the moment seems to be a Utopia, very far off.
This project has been ongoing for maybe three years. I had some design and supply difficulties.
My husband who is a trained electronic and mechanical engineer says a wire cut to the right length will be too short. With that inspiration I bought what I thought was plenty of braid. Of course I could not have taken into account the changes which would be made later. I have 6 inches braid left!
This vest was crocheted with yarn I had on hand. I finally decided to close it with a zipper. It’s not something one really needs in July, but at least it’s off my table now.
I have finished making the second tunic in a series of three. Upon nearing completion, I realized how similar it is to things I have made in the past. Do I have a style or am I stuck in a rut?
The dress below dates from 1979-80. It was a maternity dress which I wore with a belt afterwards. The belt dates from the early 70’s. Macramé was a thing then. I still like it. Maybe I will wear it to work in the garden.
This one dates from the 1990’s, I think. I wore it to a niece’s wedding.
I really did a double take when I got it out—is that the exact same plaid? No, but one couldn’t get much closer.
An old hen, not laying any eggs at the present, has gone broody. Must be a remnant of instinct. I explained to her about no rooster, no chicks, but she just said bok, bok, bok. One day after I nudged her with a stick which she vigorously pecked, she finally got out of the nesting box for a few minutes and I recuperated the eggs from that day and the day before, laid by our other hens. The next time I tried that, she would not budge. My husband who is braver than I managed to get that day’s egg from underneath her.
Hens are not the only ones that remain entrenched in their ways, refusing to move.
“…for I have given the princes time to listen to My Word, and still more than the time needed to repent! Since they have not repented (and since they keep) laying claim to My Strength and diverting piety toward their false works, you shall establish the true piety of My People, you shall teach Truth, you shall love My People, you shall help the oppressed man against the oppressor, the despoiled man against the despoiler; along with your brothers of the steppes, those who do not utter My Name, you shall establish equity.
(It is) better to establish it without (mentioning) My Name than let what I loathe rule in My Name. This, I shouted out from the hills, My Shout set the billows heaving off Gennesaret*, but the multitude that was listening to Me remained seated.
It would have been better for them not to recognize My Voice, but to rise as the waves of the sea, as the deaf obstinate waves rushing at the (ridge of) rock that bars their way; (so) they would have defeated sin, abomination as high as a cliff.
But the multitude that was listening to Me remained seated with their rulers and priests.”
Jesus speaking as a messenger, The Revelation of Arès 28/9b-12
*the sea of Galilee