Tag Archive | perseverance

Evening of June 30th

june evening



As this very hot day moves into evening, I am especially glad to live in an old stone house. I feel compassion and worry somewhat about those who live in city towers where even normally there’s no air. I hope all is well with those who are fasting until the sun sets. Personally I have set a 12-hour limit. Our Creator advises us to follow a middle path, neither too hard nor too soft. He appreciates effort and perseverance but does not advise extremes.


“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; along the slope children can walk, wives can follow their husbands (and) lie down right next to them at halting places in order to warm up their bodies, fill them with joy, so that they together overnight forget about the strain of the ascent.

Do not overdo exhortation, or else you will dishearten people, and do not overdo persuasion, or else you will arouse doubts.

I do not send you to do away with the assemblies of religion, I send you to clean them of their princes, their priests and doctors whom I have not established over them, (and) wash them of the deceptive teachings and illusive powers which I have not put into anyone’s hands ever, because My Word alone saves, My Arm alone imparts strength, My Forgiveness alone absolves.”

The Revelation of Arès 7/1-4

Perseverance Pays Off

cotton socks 2

It’s not easy going.  It’s no fun un-knitting stitches crossed two by two.  I was starting to question whether or not I am too old for this project.  I was even having trouble telling left from right.  I realized it depends on if you are referring to where the stitch is coming from or where it is going.  Yes, I no longer knew whether I was coming or going.  I decided to concentrate on where I am going.  It’s not a pair of socks yet but it’s starting to resemble something.

It’s the same for changing the world.  We must set our project and work towards it, decide where we want to go.  I choose recreating Eden.  Our Creator says four generations will not be enough.  We must not give up.  I hope my great-grandchildren will start seeing noticeable change, but that depends on us plodding on.  We need more transparent non-sheep who no longer go baaaaaaaaaaa. (see previous post on August 4th and comments)  We need more penitents, those who are changing themselves, recreating themselves Good, in a counter-current to culture, tradition, the media, the herd of the mass.  Can we un-knit wars, conflicts, ill feelings, strife, not only in foreign places but in our daily lives?


“The Lord’s justice will dwell in the desert, his righteousness live in the fertile field.  The fruit of that righteousness will be peace; its effect will be quietness and confidence forever.  My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.”

Isaiah 32:16-18

“…four generations will not be sufficient.  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”

The Revelation of Arès 24/2e-3

If At First You Don’t Succeed

sweater re do 1


I am trying again with this sweater.  I knitted it several years ago and never was happy with the yoke piece.  It seemed bulky somehow compared to the rest.  I liked it too much to just get rid of it so I set it aside to be revised.

Meanwhile there was moving, renovating, other projects, possessions in divers boxes…

Several things had to come together at the same place and time—the sweater, the left-over yarn, the pattern and gumption.

I remember when I was working on it, sitting in the hallway at the school of music while my son had his trumpet lesson.  Hmm, that gives me an idea of how long ago.  Looking at the pattern book, it appears to have been printed in 1986.  Oh no!  Not another thirty year project!  After the quilt and the rug, I wasn’t expecting many more of those.



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Entrelac and Cups in Blue

entrelac front

 entrelac back

This project took a long time.  Thanks to my blog, I know when I started it, February 1, 2008.


The next post:


Third post, in 2009:


I am not sure I really like it.  I wondered if I should put it up for sale but who would pay for all those hours?  Not to mention a round trip ticket Paris-LA to get the buttons.  Yes, I found them in a button shop in West Beverly Hills where I spent a very nice afternoon looking at all they had.  My decision is to wear it a couple times to see.  A friend said if I don’t want it to send it over to her house; that reassured me.

Here is my latest watercolour:

cups in blue

When I arrived at our art club on Friday afternoon, I did not have a subject in mind but I found one in the crate with the things for tea.  One pigment, Sennelier phthalo blue.


Happy 2013


one bedraggled rose

There is one bedraggled rose blooming beneath our dreary skies.  Its perfume is intact.  It seems to show the state of humanity—rather sad and yet still the possibility of the divine within.

My on-going resolution, which has nothing to do with the calendar, is to keep on trying to become Good.

“(When) sitting the brother sees the flower wilt(ing) and the rust (coming out), (he feels) his bone bend(ing); (then into) his head the hoe comes (to till) the garden (that) never fades.”

The Revelation of Arès xvi/17

Byways seeking berries, high street seeking heroes

A few days ago, I saw a mure mûre, a ripe blackberry, seen, not heard, no this is not to do with children although perhaps it is about children of God.  Today I decided to go out and pick some (berries).  I was somewhat disappointed as I was hardly finding any.

Am I too early?  Too late?  Crop failure?  Have the bees all disappeared?  There has certainly been enough water, just as our Creator has irrigated us with the Water of His Word for centuries.  I have a hard time finding heroes also.

Sometimes the best ones are surrounded by nettles.  I find it easier to brave nettles and brambles than the prickly reactions in the street.

We can be blinded by our beliefs, our religion, so as to refuse even the possibility that our Creator would speak to a man, giving a Message which does not coincide in all respects with those beliefs, yet His Message is coherent with what He has always told us.  There have been so many lies and half-truths that our skepticism is understandable.

I was not interested in the field of corn which represents to me the mass, the media, fattening of pigs (1984), the excesses of modern day industry.  I am looking for the rare jewel, the ripe fruit in the hedgerow, the person who has the courage to change so as to recover their divine image and likeness, heroes of everyday life, penitents in the sense given by our Creator in The Revelation of Arès.

I found enough berries to be able to try a salad dressing recipe from The 80 10 10 Diet book.
1 ½ cups blackberries, puréed, mixed with 2 tablespoons tahine.


As for penitents, I cannot gather them by force, putting them into a basket or pail; they must come together of their own volition.

Scripture that was in my mind:

“ And the lord said unto the servant, Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled.”

Luke 14:23

“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.  I have aroused them. They do not utter My Name, though; they do not listen to My Word, though; many of them hate Me, but they are not to be blamed for this, because they have been led to lose their faith and righteousness.  Deceived men grow cautious; why would I send prophets to those who have been visited by the bogus prophets?  I have been making prophets of those very men.”

The Revelation of Arès 28/3-5

“The harvest on which I send you is a toil for the giants of olden times, but your arm is as frail as an auger with which one would pierce through a mountain; this is why (I will see to it that) you and your harvesters will be assisted every day, (and that) your blunted scythes will be sharpened; My Breath will bend the (wheat)ears before you; Heaven’s Fire will burn the thorns; a legion of well-fitted-out angels will strike your enemies, still you shall toil, your arms will be bruised with the blows dealt to you, (they will be) scratched by the thorns; but heavy sheaves rich in good grain will pile up behind you, under their weight the floors of My Barns will creak and groan.”

The Revelation of Arès 31/6-7

“The Sowing has been made (and) the (wheat)ears have whitened notwithstanding the weeds sown by doctors, the depredations of their princes, who have crisscrossed My Field with thorn hedges and barren rockslides.  The heaviest (wheat)ears will be hardest to bind into sheaves: those grown in Rome and Athens.  A rampart of thorn keeps your scythe off them; an incredible arrogance holds their stems up like spears.  Let your courage not give out in front of them, for they are My grand Crop.  To reach It you shall burn the thorn but save the (wheat)ears from burning and to bend the stems your hands will be injured grasping their stiff beards; (you shall) groan under the heavy sheaves.  Would any virtue of yours be great enough to (enable you to) provide a single bead of sweat for a labor so much inordinate for man?  My Arm will be your arm, My Word your word.”

The Revelation of Arès 14

“Among His signs are the breezes he sends as harbingers of happy news, so that He may allow you to taste of His mercy, and that ships may sail by His command, and you may seek of His bounty, and may haply be grateful.
Another of His signs is the night, a time for you to sleep, and the day to seek His bounty.”

The Qur’an 39/46, 23

“How many living things there are on the earth that do not store their food; God provides them as well as You.”

The Qur’an 29/60


Full Steam Ahead

Fearing a flea infestation, we purchased a steam cleaning machine in order to efficiently eradicate the problem.  After tackling that task, I had a go at some others such as tile grouting, sink and bathtub.  Not all was as miraculously clean like in the demo film that accompanied the machine but there is definite improvement.  Perhaps one should not expect to eliminate in one fell swoop stuff that has built up over a period of time of 20 years.  (20 years?  It seems like only a short while ago we were visiting the stores, choosing the materials.)

Fasting from 7 to 7, I start to run out of steam around 5 but with careful gauging, I persevere towards the goal I have set for myself.  At this 2/3 point of Ramadan, I often wonder why did I get myself into this.  And yet, a few months before it starts, I am looking forward to it and when it is over, there is a feeling of accomplishment.

A person was discussing with me some ideas from a book she has been reading, notably the idea that in reality change is immediate and not gradual.  I can see an element of that, a realization which starts the process, a decision like at a fork in the road, but I believe I will be walking the ascending goat paths for the rest of my life, powered by the energy created with the fire of the stick of Light that spoke in Arès and the Water of the Word.

“the Host and Shepherd is above me; He leads the sinners who begin their journey on the goat paths, He feeds them on the rocky ground, He washes their chafed feet.
He never forsakes a sinner in his penitence; all the sinners he fortifies during their ascent,
those who pray to Him in silence,
those who pray to Him shaking bells and candles,
those who pray to Him seven times a day,
those who do not pray to Him but who know Him,
those who count the sun(rise)s until His Day (comes)
and those who count the moons,
those who burn incense to Him and shout toward Him,
those whom the incense and shouts annoy,
those who see Him white and those who see Him black,
and the deniers of all of those,
the countless multitude whose names a flood of ink would not suffice to list, whose names the Father knows”
The Revelation of Arès 25/5-6

The weather outside is frightful…

…fortunately this amaryllis is delightful.

Something alive, something growing is bon pour le moral (raises one’s spirits).

Current directions:

  • physically—more raw food, going outside in spite of the weather, upping activity level (http://21daychallenge.yogajournal.com)
  • mentally—studying Arabic, learning more about nutrition
  • spiritually—pronouncing the Creator’s Word with the intention to accomplish It, changing self to build a nature of love, forgiveness, peace, creativity, joy, seeking to do good so as to build soul, hoping others will join this movement towards happiness.


P.S.  This post is a carrot in front of the donkey that I am.

Take a Break

While I was out painting….

… the beans grew.

One good thing about green beans, I am not tempted to nibble on them while preparing them.

Listening to some nice music on the radio while I worked, jazz piano, I became aware that a female voice kept repeating “breakdown”.  I thought such a negative phrase was not very encouraging so I began to reply with other words—  breakdown, build it up, breakdown, we don’t do that, breakdown, we got gumption, breakdown, work it out, breakdown, fix it up, breakdown, all is functioning………….  The only positive breakdown I can think of is break down into bite-size pieces (“baby bites” my daughter-in-law would encourage our grandson, but maybe he doesn’t need to be told that anymore, I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in a year and a half), break into a manageable size, step by step.  That is the only way to tackle a big job, such as changing oneself, changing the world.

Break’s over, back to work.  

Approximately 3 Things on My MInd

I hilled up the potatoes again.  They are growing nicely, protected from mildew by the copper solution my husband applied.  A second sowing of peas has germinated after the first ones were eaten by whatever made that hole in the foreground.  I keep filling in the holes, collapsing the tunnels, in hopes that whatever will go away to a less tiring place to live.

I made some Moroccan pastries to take for an after-concert repast.  They are fairly rich; some were left over.  So now I have to discipline myself not to eat them all at once.  I try to only take 3 at a time and space out the times.  It reminds me of this verse:

“You are trembling, man Michel, your face has turned pale, because in your mind you are saying, ‘How will I manage to change as weak(-willed) and arrogant a people as they are countless since I do not even feel up to changing my own life?’ ”  The Revelation of Arès 6/1

Not that pastries are on the same level as the creation of a soul, but I can feel the same mechanism working, my weakness facing temptation and nevertheless the necessity to encourage change, that as many as possible resist temptation and practice goodness.

The phone rang at 8:30 this morning.  That is usually either something urgent or a wrong number.  This was from the States so I knew it was probably not good news, being in the middle of the night for them.  My brother-in-law has been admitted to the hospital feeling weak and dizzy, difficulty walking.  He has been valiantly fighting a brain tumor since August 2008.

This is a rose currently blooming near the garage.  I have not been able to determine what variety it is; it exudes a magnificent perfume.