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July 19, 2017 (0187US)  
The apostle on the rotting orange

When Jesus in 1974 and then the Father in 1977 spoke in Arès, who among us could see that he or she would be an apostle some day?
None of  us.

Vie et Mort
Life or death, you'll have to choose!

Now we are apostles looking for the human beings able to be penitent and make up for Adam's mistake  (Rev of Arès 2/1-5).
The Revelation of Arès has not founded any religion. It has revived the apostolic life. Apostles have disappeared, because they adapt to life and all its ups and downs, eventful times, whereas religion transfixes, rigidifies, mummifies
(Rev of Arès xLix/7).
Whoever opens his or her mind wide at the tourist brochures world realises that its is just some trompe l'oeil, a tree half live and half dead or a big orange still wholesome outside, but tainted inside.
On the world, the rotting orange, man has closed his hand, man who has changed into its master (Rev of Arès 18/1) cunning (15/1), miserly, irritable, though free (10/10), instead of the generous Genesitic Master (18/3). The Arès Pilgrims, who are still too few, try hard to pass between the sinners' fingers held tight so that they may save the orange inside.

The apostle is the one that works salvation, he or she opens the gate to Life (24/5).

Terre-Orange pourrissanteThe world is a rotting orange.
On its skin, which is still good-looking, the pearly golden snails of religion and politics have been crawling this way and that in the slobbering wake of their predecessors. They call their slobber Order, which in reality is just disorder, because I have always heard speeches which state that Order has to be restored, so I have some reason to think it is never established.
We are apostles in the street. How can we draw tainted ears' attention, brains without Life juice? Human beings survive rather than they live, but they are unconscious of it. They are proud of being creators, but blind to the fact that Paris, New York or Tokyo in their illusory  magnificences are poor, sad, fragile by comparison with the continuous perpetual happiness that is to be aimed at. The most magnificent cities and museums (Rev of Arès xxxvi/23) under the very splendidest sun, that they think are the most brilliant things, are just potential dirty dust, latent ruins (Quran "The Spider" 29/35) in the Universe.
Open your eyes wide! You are just the sorry remains of a forgotten transcendence. Grandeur hunters cannot see that the sublime human creature is not awaken as long as Earth is just a graveyard, a ground which swallows dead flesh up, generations who live for a few decades at the very most just as midges live for a few hours. Man is unable to understand that in a lifetime cut that short, sin makes it naturally impossible to restore Life (Rev of Arès 24/5) through lack of time, and that the world is only just a mere shadow of what the Father once got out of the chaos (Genesis 1/2), and that he has to force his way into time by being penitent, if God would not have reminded of it.

The world as an orange is rotting.
Centuries have not encroached on the Universe, which goes on whirling round the space, but they have dried up Eden. Only the apostle on a dirty sidewalk, holding leaflets in his hands, knows it. He is as insignificant as the spot, but he is aware of forgotten Happiness.
How can one tell men about their unhappiness? How can one tell worms about their wretchedness? They are forever  laughing in the rotting orange, which they think is their paradise. Neither gardeners nor environmentalists can give back Earth its cachet forgotten, erased ever since sin began rotting everything. Nothing sublime any more in the spoiling flesh; very few angels still happen to venture between the fibers or peeps and God. "God is dead," said Nietzsche, who did nothing but state what he could not see any more. He could not see but the world where we are aging, suffering, dying, killed by age, illness or... man. Whether man kills us in the war or on a road, or whether age kills us later, it's the same. Even Beauty (Rev of Arès 12/3) fled together with Adam end Haouha (Eve). Admittedly we can still see Beauty in Good, but who does Good though? Today Good is mistaken for humanitarism, welfare, that is, solidarity, that is a different matter altogether like the counterweight just heavy enough to counterbalance the weight. Good is different, it surpasses all, all is transfigured by it, but what makes it even better is that all of men can do it. But mankind is unaware of that.
Science and technology make people think they conquer evil just as a mirror lures skylarks into believing the trap is Eden. Barbarians are still here, nevertheless. It is only just seventy years since Nazis used to slaughter Jews, Gypsies, Poles, Russians by the million. Do you think it's over? No, it's not. The slaughter is going on smoothly, but it may turn spectaculat at any time again, maybe tomorrow.
An apostle reminds men that real happines might be back by starting and keeping on being penitent resolutely (Rev of Arès 28/25). It will necessarily take more than four generations (24/2). How many generations in addition?  Ten, twenty or thirty generation will not be too much after millenaria of evil and , but humans are continuously in a hurry; they want everything right away like quivering excited dogs, which wag their tails and prick up their ears at the foot of the table, waiting for leftovers.
Fellow humans don't you believe that our apostolate is but a backward observance! Abraham, Isaiah, Buddah, Jesus, Muhammad are men of a recent time. Their message has not yet been achieved so that real piety (Rév of Arès 35/6) has not yet come into existenc, but meanwhile the orange and Earth is rotting in man's hands. The Father has returned to the Earth in Arès, 1974 and 1977, and spoke to man, because the rotting is being on the increase and the sin of sins (38/2) begins to show its dark shape in perspective.

Apostolate is penitence plus the penitent harvest, the only way out.
Terre-Orange 2Why is the orange and the world ruined by human worms, who are not stupid, far from it ! but who are made like Ferraris powerful and highly technological to belt along, but not to ride a long way. The only thing is we have to come back from far away and go a long way.
We do not judge the human worms that spoil the orange — you shall judge no one (Rév of Arès 36/16) —, but we fail to understand why they are blind to the fact that politics has never met

the need to conquer evil (23/1), misfortune (2/18), distress (23/3) and achieve (35/6) Good (12/3, xxxiii/11),
the need for love (7/5), that crushes nastiness and greed,
the need for forgiveness (12/4), that crushes the barbaric spirit of revenge,
the need for peace (28/15), that crushes violence,
the need for spiritual intelligence (32/5), that crushes damage from highbrow intelligence,
the need to be free (10/10), that crushes constraint and idiotization ?

and why they are blind to the fact that only spiritual life, which The Revelation of Arès calls penitence, can meet those needs, even though it can be restored in man and become active only very slowly (24/2).

Never let it be said that we are merciless towards rhe human worms! Let us hope they understand that they are destroying the orange that bears them, like vessels would drink the Sea Which bears them. All those things that novels, movies, theater plays have forever been searching each one more harder than the other. Tragic is the passiveness of the human being in front of Evil, over which he or she cries at the time, and that's for sure, but about which he or she forgets shortly. In 1950 people had forgotten the 50 million casualties in 1939-1945. The world's lot is a big tragedy of blindness more than anything, because Adam turned down God's Plan in all conscience, but everybody really give a damn about it in all unconscious today. Sin has not prevented man from keeping highbrow intelligence and cunning, but it has made man a worm blind (Rév of Arès 16/15) to the Light like the specters which I saw filing past me, which clung on to each other like blind people, on November 27, 1977, between my house and the chapel where God was awaiting me. The human worm without any doubt has stayed incomparably superior to the vast animal kingdom, but it is absolutely short of all the possible means to be the God (2/13) of Earth, whom it aspires to be. We apostles have the duty to provide it with them, if it wants to get them, of course. The sin of sins (38/2) is threatening to happen ; never has apostolate been more urgently needed.
We cannot use communications by the media. We are denied admittance to the media, so that being lacking in media in a time when the world is overquipped with media is distressing, and we think of Seneca's statement, "Being destitute among rich people is the worst destitution." But would the media give us an advantage really? We as apostles miss means compared with the means that religion, politics, industry and trade have at their disposal, but we have the powerful will to change the world (Rev of Arès 28/7) and we are aware that Good is built up by the will but neither by movie cameras, nor by newspapers, nor by mixing desks.

The Sea on the Hights is by now our element as well as our purpose. It shimmers in plain view of the soul. Whatever street I walk along I can see its "silvery glints" like those Trenet used to sing, and the angel that has continuously accompanied me is the specific thrill of my heart which beats in unison with the Father's Heart. One of our peculiarities is our special hostility towards Evil. This peculiarity is uncommon and strange in the world, which cannot consider Evil but as a problem yet unsolved but bound to be solved very shortly, just as religious, political speeches have been saying again and again. We Arès Pilgrims are not fit for swallowing the assertion that technology makes "miracles". I underwent open-heart surgery in 2014, but they did not do anything but postpone my inevitable death a few years. Man sends devices and vehicles onto Mars. Big deal! How many suffering people tormented by Evil on Earth in the meantime? Billions of them uninterruptedly replaced by myriad births, the births of miserable suffering people to come.
We would use technology, if we could have it, but we anyhow will be successful in proceeding without it. After all, science is useful, but it is our foe as well, because it has given mankind numberless predators. Notably and preeminently death. I am going to die as an old fellow, but what have I really made in my own lifetime?  Altogether not much and already quite something. Already quite something because I have opened up the path to absolute Good: the soul, but my life will be too short, I will be lacking in time, so my personal action will boil down to nothing much. The only thing is I have started preparing the future generations for the very long apostolate they are destined for.
Men consider death as natural, whereas it is nonsensical after the flesh has lived as swift as a sigh, but with a mind that is able to think back to millennia in the past or in the future. This is a dreadful contradiction, which demonstrates the inanity of death. It is the soul that enables man to throw a bridge across that tragic discrepancy. We as apostles run counter to what people guffaw against mockingly, people all bound to pass away tomorrow. When do we have our backs to death? It is uncomfortable to tell the person you meet in the street, "Remember! Only penitence can make you live on in the Light."
Few people listen to us, only a few of them spurred on by expectations, the mature spirits. On the other hand, how many people strain their ears by halves and then run away so as to take refuge from us in some illusory isolation where sufferings and death will some day catch them.
The wise follow us, they are very uncommon in the senseless world, some men and women who cannot care less about being mocked, and who prefer contemplating the Light to being entertained by television or Walkman. When will they be aware like Beaudelaire that nothing is deadly duller than entertainment?
Bitter is the juice of the rotting orange, that is, the world on which powers have a tight grip.
Yes, bitter! So most people think that a rotting orange never regenerates and keeps on rotting inevitably, but man in his hands does not hold an orange, but the orange, the orange that is interminably reborn of the bud, of the flower, of the tree sap. The tree with its forever and ever green top (Rev of Arès xvi/13), which a penitent is, never dies; its fruit is forever latent in it.

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