The man in the street
can’t stand the
world’s noise (Rev of Arès ii/7-13… xLvii/2)
anymore: news, ads, appeals, requests,
warnings, etc., but
he can’t escape them. So he escapes everything else. It is that escaper
that The Revelation of Arès and its
missionary try to speak to.
When every so often an impatient ear strains at the missionary, he can
be other than brief.
None knows better than I a chatterbox know how painful an effort to cut
talk may be. I feel inadequate, nearly unfit. I would like to spill the
torrents of the
Water (Rev of Arès18/5, 23/5, xi/12, etc.) through my lips,
the time fails me, so I can let out only a jet or even less, a spray,
Volatile! What would be left of it, if I had no flyer?
I hand a flyer out to the listener. A flyer can be taken away. It may
listener a reader —o holy hope!
But the flyer has to be even shorter than the word for a public still
impatient at reading than at listening. The public overwhelmed with the
rain of set
readings —the verbose regulations, newsletters, general terms, law,
official documents, food ingredients, schedules, etc. — calls for
they aren’t forced to read.
The curtness problem actually is more difficult
for a flyer than for
the word. The voice can vary, make up for slips, change the tone in
listener. A flyer can’t adjust to every one of its readers. So I have
my flyer short and simple, as if all of its readers were expected to be
impatient and uncultivated. I am looking for penitents,
but not theologians, anyway.
My curt simple flyer looks like low-grade propaganda, I know. This is
shortcoming. It looks like it sought to move pusillanimous people while
I’m seeking for penitents
to achieve the Word (Rev of Arès 31/6), in
short heroes (Rev of Arés xxxv/4-12). That’s
where the flyer art meets the japanese print art, that is, the art of
much and even beauty (12/3) with
Sometimes my brevity for fear of sounding too faint might lapse into
ways of grief by despairing of the sinful world subjected to the white
black king (Rév d’Arès xxxi/12, xxxvii/14) and/or prophesying
days to come, the sin of sins (Rev of Arès
38/2). I am wary of this sort of pathos.
Sometimes my brevity very nearly goes surfing over commonplaces and
vogue much more easier and curter to say than the spiritual, but I
brothers’ regrettable "social mission", that
certainly spared us
the beating by the "counter-cult" groups, but made
misunderstood, unclassifiable, which nowadays is tantamount to
wary of this too.
Sometimes the need for brevity could force my enthusiasm. That’s the
often think they force facts to happen, but the real facts are already
they pass me second by second on the sidewalk, human beings with no
paying attention, if so, to the immediate concrete. Spiritual
doesn’t reach the masses. I’m wary of this too.
The public despise fossil concepts like God,
sin, penitence, etc. in the senses that religions have given
these words, but,
don’t let that fool you, the public likewise dislike the subjects in
dealt with by the sellers of all that can be sold, the politicians, the
activists, the NGOs, etc. The public despise everything except whatever
relieve their boredom. People have shut themselves away in their
because they don’t dream, but because without their knowing their life
planned and banned from adventure. The technologically advanced
color, stir and sensation that television, news, trade and business are
nowadays cannot make up for this frustration; it can’t relieve people’s
but at times.
Which just goes to show our street mission is extremely hard, as what
at is not the spinal cord to excite it, but the heart to make him open
cage and set free the pious man (Rev of
Arès 32/8) and his Life (24/5)
that have been languishing there for ages,
What does my flyer have left to say to mate the human beast and the soul
What my flyer has left to say is all that I have just said and that I
avoid saying, but that I can’t completely avoid saying, ever, because
flyer has is words, while it ought to convey something else :
unspeakable ! The unspeakable marvel of Life
(Rev of Arès 24/5) which generations
of penitents will recover
for the whole world.
My flyer made of inadequate words may
have only one chance of picking the good Fruit
(Rev of Arès i/17-19), but it’s no small chance :
Miracle is rare. This reminds you missionnary that, if the
leg that follows you (Rev
of Arès i/18) is rare and
miraculous , it
world will be saved by a small remnant of
Don’t you feel miraculously helped when your
to be penitent is met by the
to be penitent, something that
humans, even believers, have forgotten? You do.
You have been patient enough
read the text above. Congratulations!
Now read what's following only if you're more patient than the most
patient reader of flyers!
That's saying a lot.
I have to care over what my
and shows. To make it curt, though clear, requires my labor, my effort
escape the maze of my long-winded self. Each chatterbox likes the sound
or her voice; I have to put myself in the position of those who will
flyer, whose least of their worries The
Revelation of Arès is really. But once my flyer is made, I
have to accept
it, believe in it, for a missionary who thinks that his or her flyer is
little use dare not confront his or her own faith.
You faith saves you, go in peace (Mark 5/34) and missionize!
I know that Salvation can’t be
in a flyer like the Tower Eiffel in a postcard. I know, however, that
will my flyer tell the passer-by The
Revelation of Arès, but it may awaken his spiritual
conscience and that,
even though he might never get involved in the small
remnant, he might have something left like a wisp of vague
of the very old days when he was a God,
in the Creator (Rev of Arès 2/13).
Not only is a flyer a short memo, but also the missionary’s calling
invitation to meet him or her later on.
Man, who formerly was alive, sensitive to ideals, whether he was
against or in for
them, has lost his spiritual matter. At best he has become a spiritual mummy
(Rev of Arès xLix/7) which we have
to undress and resuscitate. The miracle of spiritual resuscitation The
Revelation of Arès has given us the
capacity to work.
Back in the street, from which violent men —mosly Evangelists like
want to burn the Quran today September 11— had forced me to cave in
insults and blows, the world I have met there has grown more apathetic,
dead metaphysically than they had been when I had last met them. What’s
to blame? The plot of the media, politicians,
intellectuals, all those whose scientism gross and often cynical is now
well-suited for a man in crisis, who doesn’t know which way to turn?
There is no such thing as a plot. What is to blame is just the immense
disappointment of an old world that has very long been deceived himself
sides. So the great void left in man’s heart is culturally logical and
the continuity of deceived men’s relationship. Indeed, some men and
not lost hope —the ones that the harvester
and its flyer hope to come across— , but the continuous trickling of sin
on them has neutralized them, They
think it is remediable; they even think it is normal.What
can my flyer do then?
See above. Il can do what the Father’s
Word can do : work miracles.