Yesterday was the last contest of the season for Couleurs de Bretagne. It was held at Concarneau, a bit of a drive for me, 87km, and they were forecasting rain, but I went anyway. I am glad I did. It only rained a little bit on my sandwich.
Beforehand, I checked out images so as to foresee a possible subject and I had settled on a building with clock faces and bridge with water that goes out with the tide. I had in my mind “time and tide wait for no man” and when facing hunger or death man’s chin trembles, each one has just enough time to repent (from the Revelation of Arès).
I had no idea that I would learn that day of the passing of a member of the association the day before.
My chin trembles a bit, even though I have faith, because I would rather no one die. I know what the solution is and I know it will take a long time for humanity to climb from the depths to which it has fallen. The solution is what is called penitence—that is changing oneself to be Good. The means are love, peacemaking, forgiveness, freeing oneself from all prejudice, developing the heart’s intelligence.
In myself, as in my painting, I can see qualities and faults, but I will keep on working.
My chin was not trembling from hunger as I had my sandwich and then I found an ice cream shop.
The old town center of Concarneau is a walled city. Here is a view from the ramparts:
“Shout everywhere, ‘Earthly life is short; happiness is not measured in years, it is measured in eternity; every man barely has time to repent, for the regrets of the specter only add torments to its torments! Listen to the Word That I received and save yourselves!’ ” RA 36/23
“(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.” RA xxii/15-16
Excerpt from the reply to comment 05sep19 211C12
The original blog entry in English can be read here:
Translated by djd
We live in a world that is inhumane, inhumane in the sense of opposite to human when it could be applied to the human linked to the spiritual forces from which he sprang – suddenly or slowly, it doesn’t matter – from animality metabolised into humanity by the five gifts given by the Creator, we don’t know when : Speech, Individuality, Creativity, Love and Liberty. We believe we still have Speech, Individuality, Creativity, Love and Liberty, but we only have the residue. We have become, reverted to, thinking animals, but animals. Humans have disappeared except for a few that we call saints, rare, or geniuses, rare, or “original” when they are unknown.
We thinking animals have remains of the languages or language spoken by our far-off ancestors. As the thinking animals that we call today men have compensated their terrible decline by inordinate pride (RA 14/2), we are quite proud of our languages, our writers, orators, grammarians, encyclopaedists, who are great manipulators of language, whereas we should be in tears over the little we have left if we were conscious of the little we still know how to do.
A few days ago I was watching a documentary on the Arte channel about black holes, and I was flabbergasted by the expert’s manner of being so sure of herself, unruffled assurance, who explained, like a notary reading a deed of property, the mechanism of a star’s death which will become a black hole whose phantom hidden in shadow equipped with irresistible attraction will catch and devour anything that passes as a spider’s web would catch a gnat. I did not really know any more when “The End” appeared than I did before the title appeared, as for one thing I didn’t see of what use it would be for a man to know that and for another thing, I had the impression that the whole thing was a spread of hypotheses, premises, theories, etc., to which no one can oppose anything since what we are capable of knowing in this field by our human senses is null, and I fear that the technical means available to astronomers allow them only to come to deductions as captivating but also uncertain for the adult mind as a fairy tale is for a child’s mind.
However this image of a black hole enables me to use an image which I think is accurate: The Word, as I received it during the supernatural events in 1974 and 1977, is a kind of black hole. A kind of black hole that caught my attention, was heard by my ears, noted on paper with a pencil held by my fingers, like the invisible power somewhere in the firmament attracts that which approaches its attracting force. I believe that what remains: The Revelation of Arès, is an imprecise but fantastic signal that we should follow as a guide, a Saviour, even if it is only a small lifesaver in the celestial ocean, that we must consider with intelligence (RA32/5) through our weak means of understanding. Minuscule but sure knowledge is better than enormous knowledge that is false or of no use. Salvation be it postmortem presently or earthly after the Day (RA 31/8) stems from penitence and not knowledge, full knowledge being impossible. With an even step, tirelessly, with no other words than those of our calls to the world, we are on our way, knowing few things, but knowing only sure things, we follow the Source’s shore, on the goat path of Life.
Signs of the change in season are becoming apparent, cooler mornings, gold-tinged leaves spread over hillsides, falling apples.
The first apples to fall are usually wormy ones. They won’t keep. I gathered a basketful of them and decided to cook them down into applesauce. Cinnamon, cardamom and star anise will spice it up a bit.
It took me quite a while to get to the bottom of the basket. It made me think about penitence, removing the wormy parts of my heart. I will never get to the bottom of that basket (are you thinking, yes, she is a basket case?), but patience and perseverance count the most.
“Is there any creature, whose bones lie in the grave in the hope of My Mercy, worth praying to? Apart from Mary, pregnant with the son, the woman sinner who also defied Me, but who made herself undergo great pain scraping the stains off her flesh, extracting the doubts from her heart, in order to be born again in purity, that woman who was weaker than anyone else. Apart from her, who joined the spirits that stand in front of My Throne, among the golden luminaries, no creature is to be prayed to.”
We can change if we choose to do so, a continuous task of rubbing, sanding, scrubbing, but oh so worth it. Only if a certain number of people decide to do so can we avert the disaster the human race is on its way to becoming.
Then I went outside and refilled the basket.
RA = The Revelation of Arès
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:
…”Even those who understand that evil will not be conquered by opposing one opinion to another, one belief to another, one religion to another, one side of politics to another, etc., but love of all by all must be established, are afraid as soon as they are asked to become other than everyone else and to resolutely become men and women of Good, men and women seeking Life so as to escape from this life of cowards or addled-brains.”…
excerpt from the reply to comment 28fev18 193C61
Translated by djd
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.
Excerpt from a comment 06jan18 192C56
…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 will— SO 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