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
We had our first frost on Saturday morning. There was still one geranium outside that I wanted to put in the greenhouse. I bought the pansies yesterday and planted them this morning. At lunch time there was a big bumblebee working on them. Immediate appreciation! And the geranium found its winter quarters.
Last night I dreamed we were looking for construction materials and this was all we could find, dead stems of grass. There just wasn’t anything else. I hope this does not represent the human race because I would like to build a better world that would be solidly rooted in love, peace, equity, creativity. Even if it does, I would still have hope though, because our Creator sends His Water and growth bursts forth. Maybe it’s up to us to use the watering can? Open our mouths?
“Allah sends down water from the sky, and with it gives life to the land after it has been dead (this Qur’an is being sent to serve the same purpose). Surely in this example there is a sign for those who listen.”
“Here is where I am: My Word flows as a river through the steppes anew,
It cuts its course in the frozen lands
where I have aroused rugged men,
men who could no longer know Me by the masks fashioned for (obscuring) Me,
men whom the mighty and merchants, princes and priests, have led to lose faith and righteousness.”
“Your brothers drink the Strong Water. (From) the(ir) lip(s) the torrents flow; the thirsty brothers drink.”
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