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November 13, 2019 (213 US) 
my Self

My Self as well as everyone's Self is of concern. It is the never-ending hindrance to penitence, but also the bag in which the jumble of the necessary conscience belongs, as it is an integral part of everyone as a sinner. I will not solve the problem raised by it either through this entry or in this generation, but it is worth keeping the Self in mind.
I need no science (33/8) to look at my Self. I am not looking at the the philosophic Self, I am just talking about my Self, that I have a hard time weakening and reducing, and yet failing in my attempts to get rid of it, after the Father's Messenger had told me, "You are nothing more for yourself (Rev of Arès 40/6)."
Sin, which I carry, is the heavy weight of my forefathers ever since Adam's days (Rev of Arès 2/1-5) and it has not spared me. Like each human being all over the sinful world I am shut up in my Self big iron pipe.
The big pipe of my Self, that shuts me in, has two holes before my eyes, a hole before my mouth. My noble thoughts would be keeping on turning around in it, if in my prophetic time The Revelation of Arès should not fly away through the holes like Noah's dove and leave me to hope that it might at last find the world and never return.
The Revelation of Arès has patiently filed down the iron of my pipe, and on some days it too reduces it to some openworked iron.
The Revelation of Arès in my prophetic time has taken precedence over my own word and sent love through the my iron Self. This likely is why the Father calls me the iron voice (Rev of Arès iii/3, vi/6, x/1, xvi/6, xvii/2). This undoubtedly is why the infinitely Good Father accredits my word and considers it as His own (xxxi/10), as He is aware that my Self speaks inescapably.


Mon Moi = cheval sans jambes

my Self
is a
which couldn't
go anywhere
else than
within itself,
if the Father's Word
would not lift it

Narcisse par Caravage

Narcissus gazing at his reflection.
The Self is
painted by Caravaggio as  the impossibility
of seeing anything else than oneself,
but the Self possibly can be something else, really.

What do the present day moralits and thinkers think about the Self? I have not gotten any inkink of this; it is as if the Self had vanished. If I direct a talk towards the Self, it as a topic puts people in an awkward position; none of the few that embark on it seems to have any Self or any idea about the Self from what they may have read, whether in Nietzsche's naturalism, Freud's unconscious, Marcuse's principle of repressive reality... In short, the Self as a subject of thinking or talk has disappeared.
The Self was commented in bygone days and usually considered as abhorrent, but the abhorrence was either hypocritical or reflective. It was hypocritical, because the haughty have forever loved looking moderate. It was reflective, because I mainly see the Self talk to itself.
I have fought against the reflectivity of my Self much. I shut in my own person as if I were in an iron pipe can't help but have a Self. As I am spread too thin just as all men are son earth are, I cannot launch the Father's Word all the time; I cogitate about a lot of other points: how to tidy my study, unblock the sink, hammer a nail in, write to the tax office, take a shower, get dressed, do up my shoes, taste the soup, read, sleep, and so on. The moving of life! As cogitation and verbiage form a continual self-return, I talk to my Self and to the leaden world much more often than to the feather world, that which is able to fly away, change (Rev of Arès 28/7), and which I have to find. In other words I get the wrong objective much more often than I reach the right one, and when I realise my error, I happen to hope that I will die soon so as to mix with Life (24/5) and so be oversimplified, come down to my soul and be dissolved.
Poor me! If I consider my death as a refuge, a relief, I am just a goddam egoist. So I make it a rule to undergo the yoke of my Self like an ox moving towards the world to save it and I avoid considering myself as an escaped dove. I prefer leading the life of a slow frail apostle to living the life of a soul among the stars up there, which is to come soon enough. So I remain a prophet even if I cannot issue my Call as much as I would like, because I can only issue it at my prophetic hours, when my word that is the Word (Rev of Arès ii/12, xxxi/10) addresses the world through my openworked iron pipe, even if I cannot shout it and prevent it from being lost or avoid to get a backlash from it as a slap in the face.
The haughty, who always are well aware of what I should do, scold me so that I may take off My Self as a too heavy packsaddle of the True on the donkey I am, but can I be anything else than a donkey? I know that the True will not come into existence, unless it will bounce and bounce and glide along without meeting any obstacle from man to man rather than be hiccuped from Self to Self in a slow hiccup, just as is the case today. My iron Self cannot issue the Breath but in fits and starts ; I cannot do otherwise for the time being; my brothers and sisters of the Harvest can't either. However, it is the beginning: It will require more than four generations (Rev of Arès 24/2).
The Scripture (Bible, Quran, Vedas, and so on.) treats nothing about the Self as such — I mean the Self of the little man, of the general public —. The Scripture acts out only big-big Selves, the very proud persons, the conceited, the notable mean presumtuous. At the very time of the Scripture an ancient Greek (Socrates, Aristotle) was unaware of the Self too ignorait aussi. Why? It might be so, because the Self was not seen as the bag in which conscience was shut in. Later, for the moralistic Christian times, the Self was deemed disgusting and condemned. Today again people just do not talk about the Self, they would rather recall the systems and the mighty. The Self of the little man, that in the street we bump into, is unknown so to speak. However, it is not the little man that the apostle bumps into, it is the little man's invisible Self or hidden iron pipe he collides with.
An infant is born without a Self, it is as pure as God. If you sit a baby down in front of a mirror, the baby sees someone else. Its Self takes form later on the day it sees itself. When God talks about His Children (Rev of Arès 13/8), He evokes pure babies, a state which we have to recover, when the iron pipe of the Self has rusted and disppeared entirely.
There is no need to call up the seething philosophic thought about the Self. I just recall a man, who with genius treated the Self with a sort of ambiguity or vague approximations, which is the only possible or sensible style about that point: Max Sirner, a thinker I have once mentionned in the blog. He made the Self the anarchistic claiming., something more than a failing. I am not a resolute supporter of Max Stirner, who used to mock believer Georg Hegel. I just mention Stirner as a man who did not view the Self as egoists' ego, but who viewed it as the sole undivided ownership of man. In "The One and his own" (also entitled "The Ego and its own") he returns freedom to man, and he stresses the human being's sovereignty and autonomy. Stirner puts the Self above everything, not as a piece of complacency, but as a way of life. He says, "I deem it impossible to be higher than the Self." He sees the ego as something worthy and honorable whenever it is neither vain nor pretentious. Besides, Stirner sees man as an abstract general nature which never abstracts any individual nature, because each man is unique, so that he is "more than man". Moreover, Stirner thinks the unique Self does not belong to the mind, and is even out of reach of the mind, is inexpressible. Stirner comes near the disturbing idea of the intimate mixture of the Creator with the creature as it is suggested in Be One within you (Rév d'Arès xxiv/1). Stirner said, "The Self is unique and inexpressible", but did not say, "I am unique and inexpressible." Stirner did not consider the "unique one" as a concept, but he considered it as a formula which makes each human being on earth as a sovereign, inimitable, unparalleled individual, who can see the world as his property in the sense that he appropriates the whole Universe. Stirner, who was a non-believer, unknowingly supported the view that each human being is the image and likeness of the Creator (Genesis 1/26), Who is unique. Some people have seen Stirner's Unique or Ego as a social misfit, but they had misread his work. Stirner devoted a long chapter to the point of the Unique or Ego's relationship with others. Differently from the usual relationship in society which complies with proprieties, law and the State, Stirner contemplated a kind of free association, a mixture of myriad Selves, whose reason for being is not an association, because no association subjects the Unique or Ego; the association increases his or her power, instead. This concept is similar to the concept of our assembly.
My Self is not unwarranted, it is just a moderator.

Arbre sans racine

my Self is a tree still rootless, but it has borne fruit already.

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