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Happy New Year!

My best wishes to all for a happy new year and may we appreciate all the blessings we receive.

The photo was taken just now; this is my latest painting. I had a lot of fun doing it, using a knife, a roller, some brushes, a rag…. (acrylics)

I was amusing myself by making a list of positive words that start with V. Vitality, vim, vigor, valiant, viridian, vigorous, vine, valid, view, the vapor before dawn*, vivacious, vegetables, vest, verb, vellum, verbena, vocal, VOST, vitamins, virtue…

  • ” You are the haze before the Dawn. The eye of the king(s) cannot see (it yet, but) the fly (already) drinks from it.” RA xix/18

It is not the changing number on the calendar that will change the world, it is each one of us, by our actions, by what is in our hearts. Those in power do not see this, but I have faith that consciences will continue to awaken so that we recover our humanity, our divine image, rather than lose it.


More sprouted seeds are showing.

Notions of the Nature of God

Excerpt from the reply to comment 19mar18 194C21



I know quite well that there are concepts as rooted in humanity as trees are in the earth, I know that the idea held by a believer, be they Jewish, Christian, Muslim or any other religion, of God remains very close to the idea that ancient pagans had of their gods.

I know that this feeling of gods supposed to be close beings, therefore of God supposedly close, one or One that they might cross on their path, have at their table, listening when they pray, with whom they believe they sleep, is a cultural notion found everywhere on Earth by a thousand names and to leave this primitivism is a very difficult process for a sinner’s thinking, so difficult that most of those who attempt it tire quickly, take a brutal shortcut: atheism, or at least indifference, which relieves them of having to think too much, to question their inner selves.

Hiding oneself from the Father behind science: “I only believe what I can see or a process which I can reproduce”, has become so calming that all the lazy ones of the Earth throw themselves into it by millions.  For it is true, and that is one of the problems of apostleship, that to seek or to accept the Truth requires such an effort that these days, most renounce it.  And the Father knows it so well that He, in Love, took another shortcut, saying: “It’s not what you believe or what you know that saves you, it is only doing Good.”  But even this shortcut, how many follow it?

Yes, I know that there is something extremely unsettling in the fact that the Father, the Unlimited All, who entered into contact with me five times from October 2nd to November 22nd, 1977, spoke to me.  I know one can easily think that it was a para-human or meta-human intervention and therefore that the One Who spoke to me is close, so close that one does not really know whether man is the image and likeness of God (Genesis 1/26) or if God is the image and likeness of man.  I know that believers find in the idea they have of God this mixture of fear and comfort that one feels facing a high authority, someone powerful.

But I said above “in Love”.  Isn’t it rather the notion you have of God’s Love and man’s love, his mirror, that is your problem?

Yes, God spoke to me – spoke with sonorous words as humans do – in Arès in 1977 and I understand that one could suppose as you do that only a similar being, a close one, can talk to you, be he more powerful than you, someone who would be the image and likeness of man, an atom of man, rather than man seen as an atom of God, of All, of the All Other.  But at the moment when God spoke to me in 1977, I did not feel Him close to me, I did not perceive Him as Something or Someone similar to a human.  I had more a feeling that the sky was falling on my head, that the whole universe was suddenly concentrated within the four walls of the chapel that would become the House of the Holy Word (which we are enlarging at the moment).

No, I did not at all have the impression that another Frenchman, celestial, was speaking to me in my language, but rather a kind of Memory of Everything, of all that can exist in the Universe, a gigantic Memory of All – ah! The giants of ancient times (RA 31/6) – permitted this power outside of any dimension (as powerful in the form of a stick of light as it is in the form of infinite space) an Intelligence plugged into a sort of total Memory not only of humanity but of Everything crossed by infinite forces of all the possible imaginable ways of expression.  He did not speak to me in French, He spoke to me, period, as if He were pumping from me all that He needed in order to express Himself and I understood that by doing so, He could speak all the languages of the Earth and space, if there are living beings who speak elsewhere.

So then, yes, it was “cold, exterior, foreign” as you say, but at the same time it was within me.  The All re-soldered itself during that extraordinary moment.  Everything that I heard and saw, it was as if I were above, outside and inside at the same time.  And when the Theophany was over, the day dawned, it was a new day where I saw everything differently as if it were the first morning of the world.  At the same time that I was transported, ravished in the fullest sense of the term, I was in anguish, saying to myself: How can I share that with those to whom I will recount it?  That is when I realized that the lesson of reality I must give to the world would be very long for humans to conceive who are so backward with their concepts quasi-animal and who would laugh in my face.

Leave behind, my sister Grain of Salt, leave behind that primitive state where sin has caused you to fall, leave behind being in between Adam, the animal who has the nostalgia of when he was nursed by his mother, an awakened wolf, a perspicacious elephant or a thinking monkey, and Adam coming forth from the Mouth of All, from the Creator, suckling his strength from the Strength of the All, taking as his speech the Speech of the Unlimited (RA vii/2-6). You are an entity that goes back to the beginning of time and this reality must soak into you entirely. …

The universe forms a coherent All of which the Father who expressed Himself at Arès is the Sanctity, the Light and the Power (RA 12/4).  The Father is not a person who by definition is limited, has dimensions.  Of this unlimited All, without dimensions, you are a fragment, an atom, a demonstration, a manifestation totally incorporated in Him.  That is why death does not exist.  It can be disappearance, even annihilation (RA 4/8, 7/5, etc.), but it is like black holes, invisible, inexistent, but which manifest by their attraction all the same the life (or Life?) that they were at the time they were stars.  It is unimaginable, dizzying, I know, and we do not have an intellect strong enough nor strong enough language which would enable us to describe that on earth, but we will have them elsewhere in other forms of conscience!  That is what Buddha explained but that so few understood enough so as to change their lives.  It is what Jesus knew was in vain to explain because of the numbed state of sinners and he went around it as the Father asked him to do by giving the recipe for rebuilding the Being: the Sermon on the Mount, the practice of penitence.  To be penitent or live the Sermon on the Mount, is to find oneself caught up in the vast metronomical movement on which reposes the Life of the Universe, of which we are.

You are not a stone in the immense pile of stones of the Universe.  Your bones will rejoin the stones, but you, you are part of Life except that Life is not the minuscule life of a baby kangaroo in its mother’s pocket, that you seek when you nestle yourself in “the temperature 37°C” as you were when you were a baby and one gave you the breast or a bottle, it’s Life which scares you, whereas you should on the contrary throw yourself into it with joy and enthusiasm because that is how you will be remade a God (RA 2/13).

Translated by djd

*RA=The Revelation of Arès

You can read the original blog entry in English here:




Like Stone Soup


like stone soup


I went out in the garden and dug up some old stuff, chopped it into pieces and put it on to boil.  There were leeks, chou rave, a parsnip.  I added carrots from the bottom of the refrigerator.  There was an extra parsley plant but I was afraid to put in the whole thing in case it was overwhelming so I used the roots and just a few leaves.  Already I wasn’t sure about this mixture.  I decided to add some kasha.  That smelled a bit strange.  When it was mushy, I whizzed it with the “zoomer” (a hand-held blender).  With some trepidation, I tasted and it wasn’t too bad.  As I turned it around on my tongue, it seemed to need something else but what?  Maybe some butter?  My husband found some crème fraîche in the refrigerator.  Bingo.

This is a difficult time for me in the vegetable garden.  Out with the old must be accomplished so as to then bring in the new.  It requires decisions, action and the girding of loins.  This could be metaphoric of life in general.  Would the crème fraîche be our spiritual nature?  That is what makes us something more  than just the physical, of the earth, a thinking animal.  If we do the work, make the changes, we can even conquer death.


“(When facing) death (and) hunger man’s tongue hangs down, his chin trembles; (but if like) the veprell he holds (to) My Lip, (he becomes) the brother, (he) drinks the Fat Water–It Which does not dry up–, (the brother) flies high (over) the grave.”

The Revelation of Arès xxii/15-16


Life Force


spring lettuce


The life force is in all of creation.  It thrills me when I see it manifested in germinating seeds.  The lettuce just does what it is programmed to do.  The oak leaf cannot decide to become a maple leaf.   We humans have a choice in how we use our divine gifts (love, speech, freedom, creativity, individuality).


“I am the Strength; the Strength is in the brother (and) in the evil man (alike).  The Strength (is) in Yuhshoo, (in) Muhammad, (but also) in the black one, (in) the prickle; (It is) in the ear of the brother, (but also in) the horn (of the buffalo).”

The Revelation of Arès xxviii/5-6

Scraping Mud (Again)

Grumble, grumble, this is tiring, I wonder how much this broom weighs, Lazybones here would rather be reading a good book but it’s much better when this job is done and the weather is too nice to stay inside.  I took a break to take the photo and saw the thermometer indicated 22°C.  I wonder if that is a record for a February 29th.

This kind of job gives one time to think.  I miss loved ones who have died.  I feel like saying OK, that’s enough of this game, you can come back now.  I’m tired of people dying, even people I don’t know; they are someone’s loved ones.  But I know we have a lot of work to do before that can happen, the dawning of the Creator’s Day.  He says at least four generations.  Why don’t we surprise Him?  We could offer Him goodness today rather than sadden Him with our nastiness. 

Scrape, scrape the mud from myself, choosing to practice love, forgiveness, peacemaking.  Being creative and freeing myself from all kinds of prejudice.  Pronouncing His Word to accomplish It, doing, not just saying.  Encouraging others to do likewise.  Those are the methods that will lead to a changed world.

The destiny of humanity is up to us.  Either we change, recovering our divine image and likeness, or we revert to being just a thinking animal.  You decide.

Picture Perfect – Still Life

The theme this week is “still life” but in the sense there is still life rather than a nature morte (a set-up for a painting).

At this time of year we may wonder if some things in the garden are still alive.  We hope they are, that they will grow and bear fruit, as I hope for this pear tree.

Our Creator hopes we will awaken our spiritual life and cause the desert of this world to bloom.  One gardener, one good person, is not enough to change the world; we need enough so that Good becomes the prevailing influence.

“A single man cannot show the Way, another single man cannot gain Life, but many men
succeeding one another in the tomb will show the Way,
a multitude whose bones piled up would form a mountain will find Life,
because the Father no longer gives Life.
Once for all He gave It, the Oasis.
How could a one man and even a thousand men recover the Spring buried
under the stamping of battles,
under the steps of merchants’ caravans,
under the processions of priests,
under the loins of prostitutes,
under the Wind of the Anger of God ?
Many repenting generations will pitch camp on that desert in order to sift its sand, excavate it as a mine to recover Life.”  

The Revelation of Arès 24/3-5

I got up the courage to press buttons on the camera until I found the sepia function in order to portray the bleakness of life without Life; I’m always afraid I will accidentally delete something important.  I upped the contrast to the maximum and slightly lowered the luminosity with the software on the computer.  

For more entries on the theme of “still life” go to Picture Perfect.

Genes for Good

“Unpredictable transgene contamination is completely unavoidable, as science has recently revealed that the genome (whether plant, animal or human) is NOT constant and static, which is the scientific base for genetic engineering of plants and animals.

Instead, geneticists have discovered that the genome is remarkably dynamic and changeable, and constantly ‘conversing’ and adapting to the environment. This interaction determines which genes are turned on, when, where, by what and how much, and for how long. They’ve also found that the genetic material itself has the ability to be changed according to experience, passing it on to subsequent generations.”  http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/06/06/Sowing-Seeds-of-Starvation-Monsanto-Hype-in-Growing-Food-Crisis.aspx


Our actions, our spiritual nature, can also influence our genetic make-up, I believe.  Are we in the process of breeding out good, truth, creativity, from human nature?  What are we passing on to future generations by our choices, by the way we treat each other?  How many genes for goodness do we need to activate in order to make a better world?  How many genes for goodness are turned on by a friendly smile, an encouraging word, a restraining from gossip, sharing?

This shows the importance of being a penitent as defined by “The Revelation of Arès”, when one changes oneself so as to be good.  God says four generations will not be enough.  We must not wait any longer; the world situation is critical.


Heloid Ladder to Heaven on Earth

Another Death in the Family

My father-in-law died last night.

He was a character.

His heart is made of gold.

He will be sorely missed.

My mother-in-law said “Il est mort debout.”  (He died standing.)


The hay field has been cut and in my head I have the strains of music that I have sung several times in choirs, Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary by Henry Purcell (16591695).  If I remember correctly, she died at the age of 32 from the plague.  Summing it up in modern wording: keep the faith, baby.


Man that is born of a woman
hath but a short time to live,
and is full of misery.
He cometh up, and is cut down like a flow’r;
he flee’th as it were a shadow,
and ne’er continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life we are in death:
of whom may we seek for succour,
but of Thee, O Lord,
who for our sins are justly displeased?
Yet, O Lord most mighty,
O holy, and most merciful Saviour,
deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts;
shut not thy merciful ears unto our pray’rs;
but spare us, Lord most holy,
O God most mighty,
O holy and most merciful Saviour,
Thou most worthy Judge eternal,
Suffer us not at our last hour,
for any pains of death to fall away from Thee.