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Notions of the Nature of God

Excerpt from the reply to comment 19mar18 194C21

http://michelpotayblog.net/194.html/194Spinoza-comments-french.html

 

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:

http://michelpotayblog.net/michelpotayblog-page13-english.html

 

 

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Snowdrops 2018

Snowdrops, in spite of gale force winds (slightly blurry)

 

In a way, I find it sad when I read ancient texts and see how relevant they are today.  When will we decide to change?

 “As for you, son of man, your people are talking together about you by the walls and at the doors of the houses, saying to each other, ‘Come and hear the message that has come from the Lord.’  My people come to you, as they usually do, and sit before you to hear your words, but they do not put them into practice.  Their mouths speak of love, but their hearts are greedy for unjust gain.   Indeed, to them you are nothing more than one who sings love songs with a beautiful voice and plays an instrument well, for they hear your words but do not put them into practice.”

Ezekiel 33:30-32 New International Version (NIV)

 

Jesus as messenger, who spoke to thousands in Palestine:

“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.  I have waited (for them to rise), and now I rise instead of them.”

The Revelation of Arès 28/12

 

No force will wave a wand and recreate Eden, it is up to us to change, to become Good.  The “abomination as high as a cliff” will be overcome by our everyday efforts to love, make peace, forgive, develop our spiritual intelligence, free ourselves from all prejudice.  We must make Good contagious.

 

Power

Excerpt from a comment 06jan18 192C56

http://michelpotayblog.net/192.html/192Esperance-comments-french.html

 

…If one can be certain of brother Michel’s faith and hope, what about his power?  With this question one can understand the relative lack of success of The Revelation of Arès.  We find ourselves back with the same problem as the Sermon on the Mount.  Are we going to adopt a theory from someone who takes punches without responding although he has the strength of a carpenter?…

 

Excerpt from the reply:

…And now for power!  Jesus could not, I cannot, as God can, extend a hand towards space, set the limits of infinity and say, “Let a thousand suns be!” and a thousand suns are!  Only God can do that and God… we don’t know what He is.  But I, human, the image and likeness of the Father (Genesis 1/26), a very small scale model of the Father, I can extend my will, make it envelope my whole being, force within myself a determination of my existence and say to myself, “From now on, you will be penitent, an apostle of the Father, an artisan of Good in this world; you will change your life (RA 30/11) and in doing so, you will participate in changing the world (RA 28/7),” that I can do, it’s my own power, my atom of power like I am an atom of God, of All That Is.  That is what we are talking about when we evoke the spiritual power of mankind.  We are not speaking about a material force, but rather an intangible force, the force of one’s willSO THAT WE DO YOUR WILL (RA 12/4).

We think we evolve in a world of things and forces that are precise, scientific, psychological, measurable, but that is not true.  Mankind is in a nature of associations that are vague, derivative, immaterial, one of the aspects that differentiates it from animals and vegetation.

Every morning I say to my spouse, “I love you,” but I am incapable of explaining the inner rush that I feel when I tell her that, incapable of saying why if she were to die there in front of me, I think I would die with her, incapable of telling her why our lives are joined to such a degree.  She feels the same, perhaps even stronger.  This love force is a power.  Between us and those around us there are significant forces which we are incapable of knowing in a rational way.  But these forces exist.  That is where one will find our power.

Translated by djd

RA=The Revelation of Arès

More than a Thinking Animal

This is a translation of an excerpt of a reply to a comment on http://michelpotayblog.net/192.html/192Esperance-comments-french.html  Réponse 27dec17 192C11

You can read the original blog entry in English here:

http://michelpotayblog.net/192.html/192Hope-comments-english.html

Modern man in western civilization is not very receptive or even not at all receptive to the idea that a human being is more than an intelligent animal.  He thinks it is better to occupy oneself talking about politics, work, leisure, good meals, well-being, than to meditate on the fact that he is undeniably a being different from the other beings of the planet: elephants, dolphins, mosquitoes, trees, algae.  Few of our contemporaries spend much time thinking about their life, their destiny, their death, their joys, their suffering, possessed by a furious desire to live and enjoy everything for a few decades.

Even those who say they are believers, who are receptive to what we say in the street*, think that if there is “something” elsewhere or after death, it can only be good and there’s no need to worry about it, since we don’t see or know anything about it.  “Error”, we say, “you are mistaken; the creative Life Force speaks to us without ceasing.  The proof: The Revelation of Arès.  A story, you say?  But do you realize that you believe ‘cross your heart’ a quantity of things that don’t even have a human witness, which are spread without the slightest indication of their existence, except a horoscope, a tip for the races or other hot air?  We have a thousand times more reasons to believe the witness of The Revelation of Arès than to believe the speeches of politicians or pythonesses, to only mention them!”  Simone Veil said, upon return from the death camps where she lost her family, “No one wanted to listen to us!  It was as if the exterminating camps had never existed.”  It’s the same today, no one or almost no one wants to listen to us.  But that will change!

translated by djd

*We say that penitence, individuals changing so as to be and do Good, will change the world and will eventually bring about the restoration of creation as it was meant to be.

Who Can See?

“…Who today has the nostalgia of Good which is the air given off by spiritual life when that life is Beauty (RA 12/3) ?  Hardly anyone.  We* do, yes, but we are boring, “has-beens”; our gravitational force for the moment is near zero.  In a world where anything goes, except if you attack a bank(s) or commit murder(s), good and bad the same, the result is a general slackening.  Our missionaries, except for rare exceptions, only encounter wishy-washy hordes under the orders of general ideas, the common mentality.  Who sees that only penitence, the return to active Good in the heart of one’s self raises man above himself and causes him to once again be made a god (RA2/13)?  Who puts Good above goods?  The powers that be have done their best to make Good disappear, Good which exercises too great a gravitational force on hearts, Good and hearts being non-taxable, whereas goods attract taxes, goods are super-taxable.  Goods are a super-useful reality.  Good is only useful to men of Good and what can leaders (RA16/1) and their black dogs (RA xliii/11) or dogs with black tails (RA xlv/1) do with men of Good?  Yet there is no nobler position than that of a man of Good!…”

excerpt from reply to comment 19sep17 188C170  

http://michelpotayblog.net/188.html/188ChairEtSuperstition-comments-french.html

 

Translated by djd

We=Arès pilgrims

RA=The Revelation of Arès

The Press and The Revelation of Arès

A reply by Michel Potay to comments touching on the media, journalism in particular, and the absence therein of The Revelation of Arès, translated by djd.

 

Oh, yes, so as not “to fall into the throes of censure and propaganda” journalists censure themselves and make their own propaganda.  It is a snake biting its own tail, thus they go around in circles, locking themselves in a cycle from which they cannot escape.  As they cannot get out of it, they keep seeing the same things and cannot find us!

You are right: there have only been two journalists among us, both were Breton, working for Ouest France at the end of the 70’s, beginning of the 80’s.  One fell ill and died, the other disappeared.  But that is all. Journalism is a profession some members of which have approached us on a strictly private basis and not more than as sympathisers but never on a professional basis.  Another profession is in the same case, lawyers, notary publics, judges.  Our sister Lucette P., now defunct, was the only professional lawyer to be a member of our assembly in Marseille, although she never participated in the mission.

A journalist near the end of his career, member of the director’s board for the group Express wrote to me in the 80’s more or less the following: “There are some personalities of which one can never speak ill, the Pope, the Dalaï Lama, etc., and there are some personalities of which one can never speak good, Michel Potay, for example.  The best thing a journalist who holds you in esteem can do is to remain silent.” Therefore I consider the press’s silence on my subject to be a sign of sympathy.  My police record is blank, I have never even been investigated, I pay my taxes and no one has ever been able to redress me in that domain, no one has ever lodged a complaint against me, therefore journalists, who know that I am now 88 years old and that the movement issuing from The Revelation of Arès will be 44 years old in January, don’t know what to say about me.  The same is true of our big family of Arès Pilgrims, there are only honest people.  I nipped in the bud the rare attempts of corruption or abuse that could have happened in our assembly.  Prevented from saying good about us and not having anything bad to say, journalists are vowed to silence.  This is the auto censure I mentioned at the beginning of this reply.

I have often formed an idea of what a journalist could say about us if he were to keep to information pure and simple.  For example, this short article, strictly informative:

“Michel Potay, ex-engineer and ex-ecclesiast, affirms that he was visited by Jesus as the Creator’s Messenger in 1974 and by the Creator Himself in 1977.  He consigned  the message that they gave him in a work called The Revelation of Arès (Arès is the town in the Gironde department of France where the supernatural events took place) now with 350 000 copies in circulation.

The Revelation of Arès does not found a religion but revives a spiritually liberating movement similar in spirit to Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount.  The members of this movement are called Arès Pilgrims.

They have been street missionaries for 44 years.  Their message is quite simple: Man,  know that it is not your religion or your prayer that will save you, but rather the Good that you do.  This Good is called penitence: love, forgiveness, peace, spiritual  intelligence and freedom, in The Revelation of Arès.  In other words, evil will not be conquered by religion, morality, law, courts, etc., but simply in your heart!”

Why has not one journalist been capable of having printed such a simple article?  It is a legitimate question, intriguing.  Well!  I think it is because journalists never stick to just giving the facts.  They think, they interpret and want their thoughts and interpretations to be known.  Thought in their eyes is to establish one or more projects, to say what crosses their mind.  The journalists thought makes him something more than one who informs.  He wants to participate in the laws of the universe, politics, the world of thought, to give meaning to the moment, to technique, to History, to our presence in the world.

The journalist does not see this work of thought as being purely informative.  For him it is also interpretive. He wants to show that he is capable of deducing.  For him, to change the world (Rev of Arès 28/7) is first to understand it and he considers that a simple statement of facts does not permit comprehension.  He wants to understand the meaning of what is.  So he gives an opinion and this opinion about the supernatural at Arès is first and always, doubt.  He will say that he doubts because it’s in the air of our time, but he considers that if he says he is in doubt, many readers will also doubt, and that would possibly be a shame, etc.  From there, a contradiction which generates a certain impotence for journalism to treat this kind of subject.

What conditions must be met so that a journalist would limit himself to the facts in an adequate manner?  I do not know, but I know that this goes further then the idea that I have of pure journalism, which in reality doesn’t exist, because The Revelation of Arès questions the reader about being, the fact of being, the reason for being, in short, man in all his depths, and that the journalist wants to add his grain of salt.

The Revelation of Arès raises the question of life or death, existence or nonexistence of the soul and in this realm, it is probably no longer the role of the press to reflect but rather a theologian, a metaphysician, a philosopher.  The journalist then asks himself what is his role, he perceives its limits but that irritates him, he tries to push its limits.  Not everyone has the extraordinary talent of a Jack London or a Joseph Kessel for presenting things as they should be, that is to say, while remaining a journalist, to invite the reader to ask himself metaphysical questions.  The journalist thus fears remaining, if I can say “unthought”.  The result is that for us, Arès Pilgrims, the best spokesperson is perhaps not a journalist but for example, a philosopher, an essayist, maybe a historian… a philosopher, an essayist, or a historian with a large audience of course.

For example, the role of a historian of ideas would be to examine the ideas contained in The Revelation of Arès and in the thought of the witness, the prophet, to understand their signification, to evaluate their coherence and reach, to show their genealogy, to note the filiations.

But the journalists with whom I met in the 80’s quickly saw that I am a man without the least concern for my own self and that caused them such a problem, that so disconcerted them, that they finally said, “This guy, let’s just crush him, since he has such a lack of care about his own person.”  In effect, and I know this is a handicap in this day and age, I do not have the slightest desire to enter History, nor to be famous in any way.  I only wish, as this is the role given to me by the Father, to find a sufficient number of penitents, ripe ears of grain, and it is the journalist that appears to me to be most apt to contact the world via the press.  But for me personally I couldn’t care less if I am buried anonymously in a common grave at the rear of a cemetery.  After my maternal grandmother died in Arès, as she had become an Arès Pilgrim, we went to Toulouse for the cremation (there was not at that time a crematorium in Bordeaux, 1982 or 1983), while she was burning in the oven, I went walking around the cemetery and found myself in the area of the unknown dead, a small mound of earth and a little stick with a number: “867” or “B148”.  I said to myself, “That’s what I would like,” to be buried anonymously – I dare not say like Calvin or Mozart, because one would think I am comparing myself to these geniuses, I who am a zero, but I dare say like…let’s say…a Trappist, because I believe that Trappists do not have their name on their sepulchre.  That’s fine, because the soul, if one has a soul, does not bear a name, and if one is nothing more than a spectre, it does not bear a name either; they are nothing but unnamed entities in the light or in the shadows according to the case.  As for myself, I do not know if I have earned a soul, I hope so, but no more than that.

After all, how many journalists have brought a contribution to the history of thought and ideas?  Very few.  Some editorialists undoubtedly, such as Charles Péguy, Albert Camus, Raymond Aron and a few others.  Yes, very few journalists have drawn fruitful charts of the interpretation of events, ways of seeing the world that might help it progress.  Then why do they not act as humble informers?  Can there not be found simply a journalist who would keep to the facts as I proposed above?  One does not expect a journalist to think about the nature of mankind, society’s origin, a new theory of value, the essence of capitalism, communism, Christianity, Islam, life after death, etc.  A journalist is not expected to found the basics of a philosophy of the depths.  Péguy, I believe, did a bit of journalism and how interesting it would be to know what Charles Péguy would think about The Revelation of Arès, but that was another time.  A time when, as you say, there was a Zola to write “J’accuse”.  Poor Péguy was blown to smithereens by a German shell or riddled with bullets, I don’t know which anymore, during the 1914-1918 war.  Derision of brute soldiers who believe that destroying a grand thought is defending justice.  Poor world!

The world is led by love or hate, generosity or selfishness, truth or lying.  The old question of whether or not ideas lead the world has not been answered and above all, not in the realm of journalism.  Journalists have never constituted a force capable of underlying the foundations of History, to change the will of mankind, to define moral determinations, social interactions, innovations leading to happiness.  Look, after seventy-five years of soviet journalistic propaganda and the hammering of Marxist ideas on the radio and television in the URSS, what is left today?  Nothing.  That should incite journalists to be strictly informers, but no!  They wish to be considered thinkers.  That is the problem.

Journalists should know, and know it better than anyone else, that intellectuals (those who think) have a bad reputation in many circles, are perceived as idea jugglers, to whom reality is foreign, for the facts are no longer reality when one gives an interpretation of them, holds forth on them.  There has been ancient thought, scholastic thought, the Cartesian revolution, the Kantian revolution, modern historicism and there will be one day or another Arèsian thought, of which I will be the minuscule mediocre initiator hoping that others better than me will express in a more sublime way, more spiritual, more celestial, more decisive, in order to make this world a world of men of love, forgiveness, peace, with the heart’s intelligence and freedom.  We Arès Pilgrims are very far from noisy revolutions, grand human explosions that journalists love so much because that gives them scoops, promotions, raises, but these big explosions have no tomorrow.  We will have a tomorrow and who in fact can speak about tomorrow?  Journalists?

The Revelation of Arès provides the human being a way of thinking which can understand the historic moment humanity is living at the present time and change its course which is leading to the sin of sins (Rev of Arès 38/2).  Perhaps the journalist could add this to the small article found above?

 

 

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20jul17 187C3 Réponse

 

 

Some Effort Required

Today was cassis picking day (black currants).  After a while, “people in my head” were saying why do you do this, this is a pain.  I told them yeah, but it’s free food and very good for your health.  It’s a gift from our Creator.

Manna in the desert came to mind.  They still had to go out and pick it up even though it fell from heaven.  Plus which it melted when the sun rose which means they to get up and out in the early morning.  Then they had to work double on one day so as to have the next day off.

Our Creator provides many gifts but He expects us to do our part, to work with Him in synergy.

“But whatever does the tempter offer, he who can create nothing, neither joys nor goods?  Does he offer anything that I have not yet given Myself?  Have I not built cozy houses?  Have I not planted vines which line My Paths toward the Heights?  Have I not invited musicians to celebrate My Victory, to entertain the man who has toiled all day?  Have I not given My Mules for the ascent, and food for every one?  Have I not sent the strong and the wise to serve the weak and the little?  Have I not adorned women with beauty; have I not filled their husbands with virile strength?  Does not the Father bless their joys?  Have I not left springs and bee hives, iron and fire, to everyone along the paths?  The impostor cannot give any of those things; he can only sully and lie.  This is the trough that the Father’s pity has left to him; the hog grunts in it, it eats its fill from it, its hunger goes on unabated.”

The Revelation of Arès 26/8-10

“Have I ever set a price for My Salvation?  Have I not given it to all men in return for efforts of penitence* which is joy to pious men, which is not heavier than the usurer’s worries, which is lighter than the wealthy one’s and the mighty one’s yoke?  Along My Paths toward My Heights bees work hard for all men.  Why senselessly manufacture honey and wax in workshops?  At their foot My almond trees spread their fruit; the partridge does not require payment for its meat, neither does the goat for its milk.  I make oil gush for (making) fire, I spread the earth ‘s surface with lead and copper for all men in return for efforts to collect and dress them.  Do I not give the tile from clay in return for efforts to bake it?”

The Revelation of Arès 28/25-26

 

*penitence=changing oneself within so as to be Good by practicing love, peacemaking, forgiveness, eliminating all forms of prejudice, developing the heart’s intelligence.