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Celine cleans the turnet in May, 2010
(a snap by Sister Christiane during
the
spring cleaning of Arès's Holy Place)
Sister
Celine, you have just entered the pantheon already large where all the
brothers
and sisters gone there ahead of us are now.
It is in the middle of them
that I
say my night prayer. I knee down and call them:, “Come n’ stand around
me! Come,
Alphonsine, Eugénie, the Pierres, the Claudes, Michel, the Bernards,
etc. !
(a flood of names). Let’s pray together!"
This I told into
the microphone
yesterday 27 December in Montussan crematory to all of those present to
say their
farewells to you Céline, while I reversely told you hello, because I
will say a
lot of hellos to you from now on. I saw the eyes of the incredulous, a
lot of
them, stare at me as if I was some retarded man, then.
I
had not fixed any speech.
Back from a mission trip four hours before I
was
only just able to say what I lived through and thought of.
I did not
speak like
a religious person or like a very proper necrologist of the 21th
century, but
like an Arès Pilgrim, like someone most of the audience was quite new
to.
Céline,
your family and relations, your friends and your colleagues understood
that I
believed neither in the paradise nor in the hell, but that the world of
the
living and the dead is all one to me, because we all are in a state of
transition, either living people going to die or dead people waiting
for life to
get back on the Day when Good
is triumphant, and because what
splits
us is thin, just a plain veil of invisibility between the flesh and the
infinite expanses of the universe.
Beloved and highly regarded Céline, on a one hand I understand your
husband’ sorrow,
because I easily imagine my own sorrow if I lost my wife
Christiane.
On the other hand I cannot do
mortification (Rev of Arès 33/32-34) for you especially,
because I have done
mortification by now, constantly, for all of my late
brothers and
sisters.
As I am forced to work till my dying breath, as a missionnary,
letter-writer,
blogger, manager and so on, I cannot eat less than I eat, sleep less
than I
sleep, in short, act more unaffected and more mortifying than I do. So
my
personal mortification
is my night prayer, which I from now on am going to say with you,
Celine, on
top of Catherine, Maximin, Sylvie, Reine, Raoul, Maurice, Armand,
Caroline,
etc. (a
flood of names).
But
among the deceased, whom I can’t mention all, because they have been
too many of
them since 1974, you are going to play a large part in my mind. Your penitence,
your mission, your devotion
to
achieving The Revelation of Arès
were
more appreciable to me, because you were closer to me, so that in my
eyes
limited, partial, unfair, which can’t see all of those who are as good
as you
or better than you, you were more remarkable, a pet…
You were at work to
restore Life (Rev of Arès 24/5), just as every Arès Pilgrim
does, and you are carrying on the task of restoring
Life, because Life is a
concern
for you where you are now as much as It is for us here below
So, Happy New Year, Céline, in your new dwelling!
Let’s
work together !
Let
the Father of the universe give you
a
bit of his Power and Light (Rev of Arès
12/4) to help us in
the task which we are achieving
with
many difficulties amid the darkness of the world, which, had we
observed it
well, we could see looking like a tomb because of sin. We Celine and we
humans are
really not far from each other.
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