We members of the small
remnant believe in The Revelation of Arès,
but we at times forget that we as apostles need people
to believe in us.
What's more, we have hope but we forget that we are also
a dead vesselHope is a live vessel under a sail of a soul
Language is inadequate forever.
Each of us feels something "other" in one word,
which means that each of us basically has his or her own
language, own understanding of whatever is said. Hence the
inescapable bit of incommunicability or difficulty of
understanding between human beings.
So some people consider faith and hope as having a one and
only sense, for instance the conscious nonpossession of
truths which they think can be otherwise in existence
without any proof of them.
But to me as the witness to the Father faith and hope have
Faith is what I have with a proof of it.
Hope is what I do not have, but could have
with no proof that I might have it any day.
I have faith because I have both The
Revelation of Arès and the proof of it, as it has
been sonorously dictated to me by Jesus as the Father's Messenger,
and later by the Father Himself, both of them having
physically come down from Heaven.
I have faith, because I have had the proof of the Father
of the Universe (Rev of Arès 12/4), Who revealed to
me in a fantastic turmoil and spoke to me.
I have faith, because I have acquired both real piety
(Rév of Arès 31/6) and the proof that by uttering
the Word I can really every day remember the
indissoluble link I have had with the Whole, the Totally
Other, the Universe, Life.
I have faith, because I have practiced penitence(Rev of Arès 30/10-11), which has enabled me to change
my life, so that I have got the proof that a man
whoever can change.
Hope calls to mind whatever I can only hope for, though
I am unsure if I can get it any day, for instance my soul
(Rev of Arès 4/4-8, 17/4)
or my salvation (11/2,
17/6, 32/4), because I
am unsure whether my penitence is adequate or
So to me hope is just straining or a move towards the
goal, while faith is the evident state of mine.
Hope is a wonderful great journey, the goal of which I
know, but the events and legs of which I am unaware of.
The Arès Pilgrims do not celebrate
Jesus' birth at Christmas, because there is no statement
about Jesus' birth on December 25. He was born in
summertime instead according to few clues. But the Arès
Pilgrims see Christmas as the celebration of hope. Hope
was celebrated in very ancient times already, at the
winter solstice, when the daylight was to get longer:
People handed out coins ans food to the destitute, slaves
were granted a day when their masters waited on them,
children were given all that they wished, because they
represented hope above all else. Ancient people indicated
already that they hoped for a time when poverty, slavery,
hardship would vanish and life would be endless happy
Conversely, ten centuries later, Dante Alighieri in his
"Divine Comedy" would imagine that a board on top of the
gate to Hell read : "Forgo every hope, when you enter". He
would apply the theological sense, whether Christian or
Muslim, of hope in his time. Hell was considered as
eternal then. What a stupid disparity between a sin
or a few sins, even awful sins, and an
eternal agony! That improbability has lasted until our
modern time when the majority of believers still fail to
think of it as a stupid thing and lack spiritual intelligence
(Rev of Arès 32/5).
I do not know what sort of fate will be mine, when my
heart stops beating, but I hope it will be mild, because
human beings' hope is but the true reflection of the
Father's Hope, Which is generous.
"Matter can neither be created nor destroyed, only
transformed," said Anaxagoras about 440 b. J.-C., which
was a concept that Lavoisier would resume about 1780.
Indeed, all in the Father's Universe (Rev of Arès
12/4) is in perpetual transformation (xxii/12). So all is just perpetual hope in the Creation.
Anxiety, fear, affliction and rationalism indicate that
hope is lacking or problematical. Hope appears at the
junction between health and illness, between happiness and
unhappiness, between life and death. Hope, such as I mean
hope, does not belong to the men who trust only what they
see and what they feel, and it does not belong in
probability calculus. To see or feel coolly and to count
probablities comes down to putting up with things and
events. Hope belongs to no one but the ones who blare in
the deserts, or who sing in distress, or who stand fast in
All of the great obstinate,
Brutus, Colombo, Zeno,
have that fiery word, which gleams under their eyelids:
Hope! — It half-opens a stone-built mouth
In the fearsome enclosure where the dead lie on their
And now Don Juan petrifies and goes pale!
He makes marble spectral, he makes man a statue,
He strikes, he hurts, he stamps, he brings back to life,
Nemrod says : "War!" and then, from the Ganges to the
Swords shine, blood flows. "Love each other!" says
So the word stands out forever and in the infinite
reverberate over all living, over you Tiberius,
In the heavens, on the flowers, on the man looking
Like the blaze of love for the infinite!
("Contemplations") Victor Hugo.