Archive | March 2009

Overnight Sensation

One day there was nothing and the next, a miracle had occurred.

I saw two swallows.  The saying goes “une hirondelle ne fait pas le printemps” (one swallow doesn’t make spring) but how about two?  And they have already decorated my car…

Picture Perfect : What Am I? Answer

The two W’s are Word and Water.  The plant is called honesty and brings to mind one of the ways we can use and abuse the divine gift of speech.


The hints spelled out:

For as the rain or snow drops from heaven and returns not there, but soaks the earth and makes it bring forth vegetation, yielding seed for sowing and bread for eating, so is the word that issues from My mouth: it does not come back to Me unfulfilled, but performs what I purpose, achieves what I sent it to do.  Isaiah 55:10-11


And We send pure water down from the sky to quicken a region that was dead, and to give it as drink to animals We have created and to men in plenty.  And We distribute it among them in various ways that they may ponder and reflect; yet most men disdain every thing but denial and thanklessness.  Al Qur’an 25:48b-50


The Water That the soul like a sail glides along on does not come from the sky above you.  It comes from Heaven that is My Dwelling.  The Sea That is found on the Heights where you are to lead My People, those who will choose to follow you along the goat paths, has a nature unknown to man.  The Water That I spread in front of those who ask Me for It to launch their ships onto It, is not the water which men drink in inns, not the water with which trees are watered, which I do not bless because the murderer washes his dagger in it, the prostitute washes in it.  You shall see to it that no one will ever gesture My Cross over that water to use it as an object of superstition.  As a reminder of My Word delivered today he or she who will ask for Baptism shall stand in front of a vase filled with water and say, “No, not John’s water, but Your Water!”  Then the baptized one shall wash his head and hands in the water in the vase, drink some, spill the rest of it on the ground in order to attest that such water is a Gift for thirst, for taking baths, for watering fields, because of the sins of Adam and the sins of Adam’s descendants.  The Revelation of Arès 20/4-8

Picture Perfect : What Am I?

Here are this week’s instructions:

* Post a picture of something which leaves us all guessing

* Write a poem or a short HINT of what it is, to make the guessing game a little easier.

* If you like, post the bigger picture on Sunday evening and put us all out of our misery!!

Two W’s He gives,

We use and abuse.


For broader hints see Isaiah 55:10-11, Al Qur’an 25:48b-50, The Revelation of Arès 20/4-8.


For more entries on the theme What Am I?, go to Picture Perfect.

When I say soup–

When I say soup, do you think of

cutting board,knife and vegetables?


opening a can?


foggy weather?


something else–please explain.


–do you think…


…or maybe…


Sometimes a very small incident can cause you to become aware of how much you are closed up in your own reality, your own habits.  When one of my friends said she had some soup for breakfast, it never occurred to me that she may have opened a can until I read others’ comments. 

Now I plan to drive off into the foggy soup.

Picture Perfect : March Madness

One package of seeds with 12 different varieties of tomatoes sounded like a bargain to me so I bought it.  Then I realized there are 60 seeds all mixed up together.  I only need 2 of each sort maximum.  I would like to be sure to sow each sort but don’t need 5 of them.  If I only sow some of the seeds, I can’t be sure of choosing the 12 varieties.  Aïe, aÏe, aïe, what to do?  My friend reassured me she will be glad to have tomato plants so I will sow them all.  Last year I noticed that the flowers were different on different varieties so I wondered if I could observe any differences in the seeds.  Aha! Yes, some are pointier, some are darker, some are rounder, some just somehow look as if they belong together.  This is one example of my March madness.  (The house and garden are full of others, not necessarily restricted to March.)

For more entries on the theme of March Madness, go to PIcture Perfect.

Leeky Crêpes

It’s time to work the soil in the garden so I dug up what was left of the leeks.  They are not prize-winning, are rather puny, but they are handy to have around for soups and other things all during the winter.  They are ready to bolt now.  These were left after I cooked some to put in crêpes for lunch.  I chopped them and then melted them in a bit of olive oil and as they were getting slightly dry, I skimmed a bit of cream from the milk  and spooned that over them.  They made a nice filling along with grated cheese and/or an egg.  I never had a leek before I came to France.

These are Breton crêpes made on a bilig with specific tools.  The one that looks like a rake is for spreading the batter and the one that looks like a spatula is for turning them.  Sometimes I make both savoury and sweet but today I only made the savoury ones.  My recipe is adapted from the one on the buckwheat flour package: 250 grams buckwheat flour, 60 grams white wheat flour, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 egg.  I put 1 cup of milk in a glass measuring pitcher and then add water until it comes up to the 800 milliliter line.  Mix well with a whisk.  You have to wreck a few to get the hang of spreading them on the bilig but all are edible. 

Here is a before picture of the vegetable garden.  Here in Brittany we must take advantage of nice weather because we never know how long it will last or when it will return once it leaves.  Maybe tomorrow evening  the roto-tiller will get its seasonal work-out.

It occurred to me that with one person’s death, three holidays can disappear from one’s calendar—their birthday, anniversary and Mothers’ Day.  I am glad we still have my mother-in-law.  I will make her a card as usual but I will only need to print one copy this year.

Picture Perfect : Extreme

Sometimes it can be useful to envision the extremes in order to determine the middle way which I seek.

Along the middle way, there are fruit groves.  This is one of our pear trees whose buds are ready to open.  It is part of our fruit grove.

“You shall lead My People by the middle of the Heights that I have intended for them, by their still passable paths, but not by toilsome rock climbing routes and not by the roads below lined with inns.

Take the middle paths; they slope upwards, but the slope is endurable, it goes by springs and through fruit groves

The Revelation of Arès 7/1-2a


For more entries on the theme of extreme, go to Picture Perfect.

March Glad Hatter

  My sister lost the hat she preferred to wear, so I said get some yarn and a pattern and I’ll make you one.  This is what I did between two cups of tea at the breakfast table.

There was the better part of a skein of yarn left that was nagging at me so I started a scarf to match.  We needed another skein to finish it, but I made sure there was none left over to speak of or I might have found myself doing gloves. 

Here are my sister and brother-in-law taking a stroll.  Do you see any resemblance with  the crackers I posted a while back?

Travel Ruminations

My crochet hook was confiscated in Paris.  The agents assured me they were obligated to do so by the Americans.  The hook will be sent away to be destroyed.  This object was 1 millimetre in diameter and about 5 inches long but its pointiness led to its demise despite my obvious grandmotherly age, gentle protest and evidence of actually crocheting also in the bag.  While some people are stealing metal objects for the value of the natural resource, others are throwing them away.  Fortunately I had verified during my last trip that 1 millimetre hooks were indeed available at the local craft supply store in the US and was able to buy another one.  On my return trip, no notice was taken of this object. 

Sitting in the waiting room after going through the formalities for my return trip, I noticed a gloved agent going around the room proposing an object in what looked like a dog’s water bowl.  A man claimed it—apparently it was his toiletries in a Ziploc bag.  Such a fear of germs being demonstrated and yet their gloves could transmit anything from one person to the next!  They seem to be cultivating fear of our fellow man.

There was a bit of a wait at the second airport which lengthened as the plane was delayed.  I decided to eat a little something and went into a bar-grill type place.  There were many television screens showing things I didn’t care to watch but the sound system had on something else altogether.  I ordered hot shrimp.  They arrived swimming in a tomato based sauce accompanied by a few small thin slices of bread and a fork.  After poking at them a bit with the fork, I asked for a knife.  When it arrived, I realized both utensils were plastic.  Well, yes, I was in a “safe” area but have you ever tried to eat hot shrimp in a tomato-ey sauce with plastic utensils?  Fortunately, I had plenty of time and a locally brewed beer with victory in its name to wash them down. 

When I left the restaurant and returned to the airport gate, I felt overheated and wise that I had declined the waitress’ offer of a second beer.  After re-checking in, I got out a bit of chocolate from my backpack, well, I could almost have used a spoon, it was so soft.  I noticed other people fanning themselves—it really was too hot in there.

Meanwhile my two suitcases were on their way.  I usually try to travel light, but I wanted to take a few things that were my mother’s and we found an old suitcase to put them in.  I kept tossing little things in there, put in some photo albums and some odds and ends of yarn to protect the albums.  This is an old-style suitcase with the kind of locks that might pop open if hit, and then I had trouble getting it closed (I had to sit on it and wiggle and push for about 10 minutes) so I put several rounds of tape around each lock and also around the sides as it was gaping a bit.  When I recovered this suitcase, it had different tape, only around the middle, and a bit of yarn was sticking out.  I don’t know why they felt they had to go through my stuff.  I don’t know if any little things were lost; they would not be of great value but could have been of use to me.  I know better than to actually lock a suitcase; the little card they put in there when they inspect the contents says too bad if you locked this ‘cause we had to bust it open.  I guess I should be thankful they taped it.


Current state of suitcase:

Peace, Truth and Buddha (+edit)

Peace, Truth and Buddha, an excerpt from

By Michel Potay 01mar09 93C24  Réponse

Oui, J’ai, Je suis est une manière divine de traduire la paix.
Sur terre, la paix, c’est seulement la paix armée. La paix n’est jamais que la guerre empêchée. Nous vivons en paix, mais prêts à la guerre. On l’a bien vu, il y a quelques jours, dans le choc de deux sous-marins nucléaires, l’un français, l’autre britannique, dans l’Atlantique. Chacun portait dans ses flancs 1.000 fois la puissance de la bombe d’Hiroshima. Dans leur cas, le j’ai 1.000 fois la bombe d’Hiroshima et je suis ainsi le gardien de la paix étaient exclusifs l’un de l’autre, formaient une contradiction qui n’était que mensonge. Tel n’est pas le Créateur, parce qu’il a des milliards de milliards de fois la puissance de la Bombe d’Hiroshima (mille soleils), mais qu’il est l’agent de la Paix par l’équilibre même de son Univers, où les forces dangereuses se tiennent à distance l’une de l’autre sans la moindre précarité d’équilibre.
Je suis heureux que vous vous rappeliez de cela.
Dans les propos de Bouddha on trouve ceci: “l’absence de colère vainc la colère. L’absence de mal vainc le mal comme on vainc l’avarice par la générosité et le mensonge par la vérité.” Ce sont des propos comme ceux-là, signés Dieu, qui montrent que Bouddha, quoique non cité dans La Révélation d’Arès, fut selon moi un envoyé de Dieu. Le J’ai vainc le Je suis et le Je suis vainc le J’ai et ils deviennent J’ai-Je Suis et cette neutralisation garantit la Paix suprême.



Yes, I have, I am is a divine manner of translating peace.

On earth, peace is only armed peace.  Peace is never anything but war prevented.  We live in peace but ready for war.  We saw this plainly a few days ago with the collision between two nuclear submarines, one French, the other British, in the Atlantic.  Each one had within itself 1000 times the power of the Hiroshima bomb.  In their case, the I have 1000 times the Hiroshima bomb and I am a warden of peace were mutually exclusive, formed a contradiction which was nothing but falsehood.  The Creator is not like this because He has billions of billions times the power of the Hiroshima bomb (a thousand suns), but He is the agent of Peace  through the very balance of his Universe where dangerous forces keep their distance from each other without the slightest risk of imbalance.

I am glad that you remember that.

In Buddha’s discourse one finds the following: “the absence of anger conquers anger.  The absence of evil conquers evil as one conquers greed through generosity and lying through truth.”  It is words like these, signed God, which show that Buddha, although he isn’t mentioned in The Revelation of Arès, according to me was sent from God. The I have conquers the I am and the I am conquers the I have and they become I have-I am and this neutralisation guarantees supreme Peace.

translated by djd


“I have.  I am.”  The Revelation of Arès II/1

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