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When
death has lasted one day, the head rests on the sweet flowers...
two days, you shout, "Death is a trap!"...
(But) if the hand holds My Hand,... the Water remains in the eye.
(The Revelation of Arès xL/13-16)
Lately
around 05:00am, on beginning my morning prayer, I intensely thought of
a person
that had died under tragic circumstances.
Something from her fell onto
me like
a cold cloud of bitterness and misgivings.
That pathetic cloud
confirmed me in a feeling I had had for years on end in doing
mortification for deceased people. The dead do not
necessarily find God in
the beyond. They take away there what they made of themselves in this
world. The unbelieving living turn into unbelieving dead,
but if they here below did not take abomination to its
extreme (Rev of Arès 33/32-34), they can evolve spiritually.
I embraced the sorrowful presence and talked to it, "Sister, you cannot
see him, but please don’t
have doubts about God’s existence! He sent out his messenger to me in
1974 and
then spoke to me himself in 1977. What you’ve found out in limbo, where
you are
to stay until the angel bearing a light
comes and leads you out of the dreary void
(xL/15), is that the Creator’s existence is no more obvious
to freshly dead
people than it is to billions of terrestrials of long standing.
I felt her go attentive, so I continued, "Just think! You can still
think. You
have
no flesh anymore, but I lend you my
own flesh here — This is what we
call
mortification —. Take a firm
hold on
it with your thought, since you don’t have hands. To seize things
you’ve kept
your mind and even something of a soul,
since you were not a nasty person.
Think, so you’re going to know that the Father exists. He exists,
because there
is necessarily such a thing as a logical Strength,
that everything, except our human
destinies which he has let
us use just as we like, depends upon
I felt her next to me. I said, "Let’s pray together. This is how I will
pray. You have no flesh anymore for
the proskinesis, to feel under your knees and hands Earth that the
Creator has
given you, but my own flesh will do
so
for you. You
will later on blend your piety with space; they’ll be at one
with each
other. Then, only then, you will feel the logical Strength,
thanks to Which
you will be outliving your death until you live again some Day
(Rév d’Arès 31/8)"
Not only is death not forever — on the Father’s Day,
the advent of which depends on the living corporeal men’s penitence,
souls
and perhaps specters
will return into the bones and ashes…
which will put themselves together (Rev of Arès 31/11-12) —,
but I insist death can meanwhile be an evolutionary state.
Death of the flesh is an anomaly
due
to global sin. The human race
once created in God’s image
and likeness (Genesis 1/26-27),
created to live eternally therefore (Rev
of Arès vii/5), turned mortal, because Adam decided on a life
that wears
love and the body out (Rev of Arès 2/5), the
compulsion of which he passed down to his descendants. Ever since then
man dies
and, either as a soul or as a specter,
he survives in an ocean of
unbounded space like a castaway who, even though he perceives the
terrestrial
living, he can only see them from a distance, but can’t reach and speak
to them
until the unpredictable time when, if he is a soul,
he blends in with the Father’s
Universe (Rev of Arès 12/4) where the
hourless worlds revolve like fish in His Water (Rev of Arès vi/3).
This is why to pray for the dead is of no use. But to pray along with
them is
of use during the trap (Rev of Arès
xL/14) period, which is unpredictably either very short or
very long, when
a dead man whatever is looking for his vanished flesh
and the corporeal men are being able to help him through mortification.
We
can pray along with the
dead because they continue and sometimes begin their true
piety (35/6). We humans still complete with flesh,
mind and soul (Rev of Arès 17/7) cannot love and help, unless
we can speak, touch, grasp and cherish.
After the passage
or trap (xL/14) period the
terrestrial
living one cannot do anything for those who move away.
A living one and a dead one have something in common is: He or she sucks
his or her strength from the Fathers
Strength (Rev of Arès vii/5), the logical Strength
that all comes from and under one way or another.
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