This is an excerpt from Michel Potay’s blog which I have translated. I find the joy it contains to be contagious and hope you will also.
The Arès Pilgrim does not have a doctrine, no strict, repetitive rules as in religion. He has a beautiful life.
This beauty (Rev of Arès 12/3) comes from the penitence and the superb hope of salvation which beautify it every day a little bit more. Thus, I have no fortune, no pension, investing almost all of what the brothers and sisters give me—may God bless the donators!—in the Pilgrimage, which is becoming a very beautiful place, and in the harvest of course.
It is not easy, it is almost impossible, to share with those encountered the lovely life of a true Arès Pilgrim.
Spiritual life, the effort of goodness, prayer, add such dimensions to daily life, enrich it with such resonance, widen it and translate it into so many interior sensations as well as exterior…as far as Heaven, that each instant I rejoice.
These days I am often asked how I remain valiant at 82 years of age (83 in less than a month) and, among other replies, I sometimes answer, “Because I am happy.” One replies with “Yes, but still you have health problems like that leg that made you suffer and limp this year.” I answer, “If you speak to my wife, sister Christiane, she will tell you my husband never complains.” I think Christiane is too good and that she exaggerates, because if I hurt somewhere I say so, but she means, he doesn’t whine. It’s true. I never whine because I am happy. My life is hard but I have more happiness than could be hidden by the hardness.
The Arès Pilgrim does not expect grace from God or from pious habits but from him/herself, from his/her penitence. How can one explain that to a person met in the street or elsewhere? Impossible or very difficult.
This totally differentiates us from any religion.
My life is like a song, the chant of a torrent, it is constantly forming shimmering whirlpools of Lively Water (Rev. of Arès 30/3), water which boils and strikes like the scourge, pearls of Water from Heaven (Rev. of Arès xLv/15-17). Nothing to do with what happens in a church, synagogue, mosque, Buddhist temple. Everything happens deep within me, but I never cease to feel carried by this Water, leaping and crystalline.
It’s not as though I were on vacation in the mountains along a stream. The Water is in me. It’s an immediate and constant Revelation in me. I don’t know if I do all that I should in order to be an exemplary penitent, but I do all that I can. In particular, I no longer have any enemies. There are some who don’t like me, who seek to harm me, and they trouble me, I reflect on how to quiet them, because what they say is not true and they hamper the mission, but I cannot hate them, it has become impossible for me to have any resentment or malice towards them. No acrimony towards anyone, not wishing harm to anyone, who can imagine the happiness this gives? The Sermon on the Mount after being accomplished as a duty is now accomplished by nature.
How to make a man in the street understand this happiness? How to explain that I have the impression of having dug and dug and rediscovered the brilliant gold at the bottom of Adam’s tomb, gold which has travelled though time and was the image and likeness of God deep inside man (Genesis 1/26-27). I have rediscovered this treasure fixed within life itself, no longer seen by the man in the street. I have rediscovered in their pure state the gifts given by the Creator to each man: speech, love, creativity, individuality and freedom in the spiritual sense, after having known them tarnished and flattened by the intellect.
All is beaten and broken in this world, but under the debris of life—for my life in this generation falls into debris, even though the Father grants me sturdiness—I have found through penitence, the trace, the beautiful shadow or the sure silhouette of the Life that will be mine when I will be resurrected. I have found the tools that will enable the future generations, if we manage to assemble the small remnant (Rev. of Arès 24/1), to change the world and cause the dawn of the Day.
How to bring the man in the street to see that and weigh it?
To express what I have discovered through penitence there must be the transposition within me by the Creator whom my penitence has called and who, moved, adds his Powerful Hand (Rev. of Arès 32/2, ii/2, etc.) to my small feeble penitent hands.
It is impossible to make this understood right off the bat. Therefore each one does what he can to give the understanding of the inner wonder felt by he or she who has made his or hers The Revelation of Arès.
I cannot go into all the ways our missionary brothers and sisters express the joy and festivity they feel through their penitence and the enormous importance this has for humanity, but I urge them to seek the best way possible to share this treasure with humanity in the middle of which they circulate, their tracts in hand, their faith in their soul. I believe there are more and more people encountered who feel this freshness, this feeling of Lively Water, within the missionary.
I believe there is no level to which the witnesses of The Revelation of Arès will not be able to hoist themselves, little by little, with experience and penitence, speaking about the privileged joy of their state of believers. I believe they will all manage to re-assemble the visible reality, which is not yet very perceptible, with the inner reality which seems unreal to the individual encountered, and I believe a certain number already bring this small complement called for by the lives of the world, too limited.
Excerpt from http://www.freesoulblog.net/jM9/jM9tv.html
Response to comment n°69 June 14, 2012
You can read the original entry in English at http://www.freesoulblog.net/jM9/jM9uv.html
Used by permission
Well, if you’re asking the question, there must be some so let’s say maybe 2%.
Sometimes I get ideas during yoga class. I know, thoughts come, thoughts go, but this one thought, I decided to act upon it.
We have several do’s coming up; last year I made some zucchini-tomato rollups to take to these events. I sliced the zucchini with a potato peeler. That took awhile………..
After my class I entered a kitchen store and bought a mandoline. Of course, I had to try it out right away so I bought a couple of zucchini on the way home. Wow, what a difference. At first I didn’t even realize it was cutting, the blade is so sharp.
I salted the slices and left them for awhile. I put some cashews to soak. Later in the afternoon, I grated some carrots and made a cashew cream, then filled the rolls. A touch of cumin brought an interesting note.
For the cashew cream:
1 cup cashews, soaked a couple hours, rinsed and drained
1 clove garlic, de-germed
1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
1 teaspoon tamari
½ cup water
Blend until smooth in high speed blender.
I used about 2 tablespoons of this with two medium size grated carrots and about ½ teaspoon ground cumin.