January 13, 2022 (237US)
Whom am I sent to missionize?
A major preamble: For a long time I
used to mean "encountered by a missionary" by using the French
past participle or the qualifying French adjective
"missionné". I thought I could permanently use that word in
this sense, which is totally opposed to the French word usage,
just as I use French words like pénitence or pénitent.
However, pénitence and pénitent appear in
The Revelation of Arès, so I cannot keep clear of
them. This is not the case for the French verb missionner, to
the French meaning of which I have to come back.
As the blog is read by a lot of curious persons or foreigners
who make use of dictionaries, I have to give meaning of "sent
out on mission" to the French past participle or the
qualifying French adjective "missionné". So the title of this
entry "Vers qui suis-je missionné?" means "Whom am I sent to
missionize?"
Whom am I sent to missionize? I am
not sent out to the men and women, the multitude, whom I would
like to convert, but I am sent out to the ripe or ripened
wheat heads, the people worth harvesting
(Rev of Arès 5/2, 6/4),
those who almost always unknowingly bear premises of penitence
and love, which are bound to save the world from the
sin of sins (38/2). Other people may possibly be
converted by my mission, indeed, but this would happen
fortuitously; they are not the persons the Father sends me out
to missionize. They are the scarce inextinguishable miracles of
the eternal childbirth by Life (24/5).
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At first I thought I was sent to missionize
the global humanity, because The Revelation of Arès gets
to speak to all of men. Next, I read the Word of Arès more
carefully, so I understood that Its readers were supposed to be
people capable of understanding It quickly, gifted with
metaphysics, qualified to imagine the True beyond
religious commonplaces and clichés or mental stereotypes, in the
breathtakingly distant infinite of The Revelation of Arès.
I have had some indication as to the existence of the
Inexpressible, the Power (Rev of Arès 12/4) or Life
(24/3-5), that expresses Itself always obliquely
through Messengers or Theophanies and never shows up
other than through the vast cosmos and all of the manifestations
of life.
I have sometimes ventured to talk about eternal depths or
profundities or about absolute freedom (Rev of Arès 10/10) to
utterly unprepared people, but I have forever found
that I soon exceeded the spiritual accessibility threshold of the
system's captives, that is, a vast number of human beings. I
disconcerted them but failed to enlighten them. I came to
understand that it was prudent not to come to topics about the
freedom sub specie æternitatis, marked by eternity, a
major which hermeneutic principle, which prompts people to a way
of timeless reading of the Bible, a way neither diachronic nor
social or political : "In the Word you do not find either a
front-word or a post-word".
On the sinful Earth, ever since Adam (Rev od Arès
2/1-5), ever since the noise entered his head (vii/7),
freedom has never been given; freedom can only be gained through penitence
and love. On Earth there are just resistances
which man has to conquer, barriers which man has to overcome; all
of dreams are abstract and there are not many humans able to make
them come true. The small remnant (Rev of Arès 24/1) is
able to do so. Moreover, even the most zealous missionary cannot
tell all that he has to tell. He or she has to speak elliptically.
Should I warn a casual interlocutor that the tree of Evil is shaky
and might well fall upon the world, I do not need to make a speech
; I scream only, "Just be careful of the sin of sins (38/2),
a disaster!", but how many people understand me ?
"A work of the mind is inevitably allusive," said Sartre, but as
much as we can tell unkown persons on the street is worse than
allusive, it is inevitably very summary, rudimentary. Barring a
miracle, which may occur at times, who is capable of changing
his or her way of life(Rev of Arès 30/11) just
hearing a word by a street missionnary? It too is almost always
useless to prompt anyone to read The Revelation of Arès,
because such a reading by any disassociated mind is very soon
given up; what is more, that mind is unfavourably impressed, due
to a feeling of emptiness, weirdness or pointlessness.
Unless he is specially clear-headed, the average human is not
rashly prone to jump into the Fire (Rev of Arès xLi/7)
barrier, which separates him from the eternal Universe(12/4),
to which the Word calls him on to join. Except when the
uncommon wheat ear appears, very few men nowadays think
that that which we have to tell them is worth the time and effort
required to examine it. Not because the men of today do not wait
for a message. They wait for a message, but our messsage is not
the message they are waiting for. They wait for a message that
religion, or politics, or science will never send. Our problem is
that we have to drive home that discrepancy, which has pushed the
world into a blind alley and prevented it from finding the right
way towards the Marvels (33/8). Who is that ripe wheat ear that I am sent to
missionize?There is no indication in The
Revelation of Arès. After a few minutes dialog on a
sidewalk, I can only feel the slight warmth of the candlestick
(Rev of Arès 32/5), the lampshade of which the human being
might well be. But my acumen distorted by my love of the
neighbor and my incessant hope, cannot guarantee anything.
The candlestick may be an atheist likeable even though
incurable or a devout believer who thinks with a great religious
passion that his or her relation to God is a personalized
relationship, or a definitive follower of the "Eastern wisdom" or
the "occult arts", or a naïve human who has the vague faith of the
coalman, in short, he or she may be anyone among the vast masses
of people clinging to any principle loosely connected to my own
ideal. Will that person I encounter be able to help me change
History? Then I start thinking back of Hippolyte Taine and his
environmental theory (I discuss this lately). The principle that
the ripe wheat ear seems to adhere to, which quite
often makes the missionary locate him or her, may be anything the
apostle may detect through love, but not through his or
her intellect, because love is the funnel through which
an unseen breeze of profound spirituality continuously passes, a
spirituality that some human beings emit..
We are taught that Hyppolite Taine, the inventor of the
environmental theory, wanted to build a scientific History. I
doubt it. I think that he actually was looking for a historical
man easy to spot or locate. I likewise strive to locate a
forthcoming Arès Pilgrim of the small remnant, a builder
of the world changed, the beginning of another History.
History either past or future is never built from sources
substantiated, because nothing is ever totally substantiated, but
the small remnant's Arès Pilgrim to come will build up
without any observable roots, because he is not at the time of the
encounter the one he or she will later be when he is a penitent
and havester. On the one hand, I never venture
onto a too early assessment of the reasons to be of the human
being I encounter. On the other hand I believe in miracles, I
believe in re-creation, which may be a self-recreation qui
peut-être son auto-recrétion, which may make him or her a modeller
of the future. Thus, the time of the encounter may be in touch
with the future as well as the past: the ripe wheat is
and will be. My intuition, which has been refined by faith and
prayer, has forebodings, it never keeps away uncertainty as well
as certainty.
It is inevitable that you cannot catch the feelings, even those
reduced to a minimum, in a human being casually encountered. You
can only make a guess at them. Everything is possible as well as
impossible; which takes me to the need to find him or her out and,
what is more, create him or her. Things whether mental or
spiritual have dependencies and conditions. Will the man or woman
I encounter have the essential prerequisite for taking part in the
change of the world? There are three ways in which
the events of History whether past or future may be ranked: Race,
environment, time. The same goes for uncovering the ripe
wheat ear. The race has nothing to do with the skin color;
it is nothing else than the race The Book (Rev of
Arès xii/5) tells about. It is that which the apostle
senses at first before he senses the environment in wich no fierce
intolerance should rule, for the environment where the being
encountered lives is major. As for the time we are highlighted by
the general mechanism of human life — Is the piston at the top?
below? halfway? — and by the usual dialectics of the subject, that
one can localize during the the verbal exchange.
Actually, during the encounter the apostle can only catch sight or
rather hope for the range of capabilites of the person
encountered. Of course, nothing gives any argument to conclude
that there is no mistake, because anything important that man
creates in History is never more than a hunch in the beginning.
Taine — why am I thinking of that guy that assiduously? — told
about "laws of human vegetation," , if I remember correctly. Is
there any human being that would not be filled with metaphores
with regard to the trend of man vegetation towards continual
changes and complexity? "The circumstances, that influence the
human plants, change again and again in order to develop some
species, but etiolate others." Taine wrote in substance,
"Sometimes there is a cold greenhouse, sometimes a tepid one,
sometimes a hot one." To see a real Arès Pilgrim of the small
remnant developping does not only depend on the person, it
also depends on his or her environment and on time(Rev of Arès 12/6). At the beginning I can only evaluate
whether the person I have encountered is endowed with the
necessary spiritual subtelty.
The ripe wheat ear is not sitting on a decree of
Providence. We have to make him or her an Arès Pilgrim of the small
remnant, if that may happen ever. The Father has not made
each of us only a harvester. He has made each of us a
miller, too, and then a baker. Every person encountered might well
be a prophet one day, who will help change the
world (Rev of Arès 28/7) by dint of changing the
persons encountered into prophets. Prophetism is a
global movement; I am just the precursor of it.