tannah
29-10-2009, 02:36 PM
Here's someone else that claims visions of Jesus, and has written a very fat book full of what he says Jesus told him to say. I met Michel Potay on a poetry forum, and he sent me his book free of charge.
In 2001 I am 72 years old. All my life I have been, though a nonconformist, a benevolent, honest, normal man. I have remained so since the extraordinary event which in 1974 and 1977 turned me into a man of public testimony. Today some people call me abnormal, dishonest and malevolent, merely because my testimony casts doubt on many values and authorities in force and invites man to change into good and, so doing from one man to the next and from a generation to the next, to change the world into good. Let my accusers, who pose as masters in truth, or in ethic, or even in christianity, take on the responsability for their shortsighted ideas, their rash judgements, and often their falsehood! What do these people reproach me with? They blame me for having succeeded in publishing The Revelation of Arès without any help, any help at all, of the publishers and mass media which control man's thinking, and for having successfully created the current of free hope that the event naturally inspires: the Arès Pilgrims. My appeal for spiritual liberation annoys religion and political ideologies, my appeal for universal love and forgiving annoys all those who live on men's division and disputes, and my call to every man to recreate himself good, strong and free all by himself annoys all those who presume that that thinking animal is unable to rise spiritually and morally without any authority, laws, dogmas, without any mass submissiveness. I am a disturber, a not very original one besides, because long before me other men, like Jesus mentioned below, put out a similar appeal with limited or suppressed success. But I am a disturber sure to be in the right, who is stubbornly acting so that that age-old appeal will be at last implimented by the generations to come. Although I do not approve of them and I keep on refuting them, I forgive those who fight against me through untruth, disinformation and spitefulness, whose beliefs my message thwarts. I understand their annoyance, because I too had to throw myself back into question twice in my life: on finding faith in 1965, then on receiving Truth in 1974 and 1977, but I have never slandered or threatened my opponents.
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In 1973 my superior in rank asked me to have my apostolic mail pass through the Soviet Embassy in Paris. I was a communist, but a French citizen, so I disagreed; I was released from my office. While waiting for a new appointment I withdrew to Arès (Gironde, France) intending to experience original Christiandom lived through again together with a few of my faithful. Along with my family I arrived in Arès on January 3, 1974, I immediately swaped my cassock for overalls and a toolbox in order to renovate the dilapidated small property I had purchased there. It was under those unusal circumstances that Jesus' appearances started on January 15; they would last until April 13. From that time on my story is better known, notably through The Revelation of Arès and my many writings in Le Pélerin d'Arès (The Arès Pilgrim or The Pilgrim to Arè). I am recalling a few things about it, even so.
The Nazareth carpenter as large as life spoke to me forty times in a hall under repair. His revelation was terrible to me: Religion's dogmas and observances are either superstitions or by no means decisive in man's salvation; active good is more important than faith; any good man, even a nonbeliever, is justified; each man and the world's salvation originate from spiritual selfrebuilding (penitence) free from any harness; absolute freedom is more fruitful in good and happiness, and less hazardous, than any system; the Father has faith in man as an individual able to become a God, whom no institution or law has any grounds for representing and ruling as such. I understood that the Father does not govern man, evil is always initiated by man, man permanently is free to apply for his benefit and for his life or to ignore for his misfortune and for his death the Creation's age-old Call engraved on his flesh. Destroyed were my trust put in the centuries-old wisdom and all the beliefs I had gained since my conversion, except the concept of God, and perhaps not even that, for Abraham's God that Jesus brought back in his word had few things in common with my theology. Theology, sacraments, clergy, I was prompted to forsake freely in order that I would live and teach a very simple, though robust and brave spiritual life, the only solution to evil. I admit that between May and October 1974 I twice or thrice felt longing to live on as if nothing had happened, but my memory could not mask either the physical fact of Jesus' having moved up and down before my very eyes, having touched me, and spoken to me ringingly, or his warning, "Don't turn round and go back (39/6)" All the same, it would take three or four years for me to become converted to his message, I mean, to live fully and naturally up to that message, which I entitled The Gospel Delivered in Arès. Until 1977 we, Christiane and I, endured more than a moral upheaval a social drama, because most of our friends and relations abandoned us. We crossed a cruel wide desert before the men and women turned up that would believe in me. At this point an important remark is relevant.
Is there any reasonable person unaware that by claiming that she or he has seen Jesus alive he or she is bound to meet a kind of civil death? The deniers and cursers cannot in good faith accuse me of having thought up that supernatural event. First, because the serene deep faith I used to put in the orthodox doctrine and prayer and in my priesthood prior to 1974 sheltered me from such a caprice. Second, because they know or they guess that it would take madness and attraction for social suicide to set up such a hoax, a source of foreseeable hardships for its originator, and that it would take still more madness to commit it again four years later, while I was still being bogged down in big troubles. In the 1977 automn I witnessed five theophanies, or appearances of the Maker, whose message I simply entitled The Book, which bore aout and enriched The Gospel Delivered in Arès, but that event increased the world's incredulity and the many problems it had already posed for me.
http://www.freespirituality.net/MP-RdA/story.html
In 2001 I am 72 years old. All my life I have been, though a nonconformist, a benevolent, honest, normal man. I have remained so since the extraordinary event which in 1974 and 1977 turned me into a man of public testimony. Today some people call me abnormal, dishonest and malevolent, merely because my testimony casts doubt on many values and authorities in force and invites man to change into good and, so doing from one man to the next and from a generation to the next, to change the world into good. Let my accusers, who pose as masters in truth, or in ethic, or even in christianity, take on the responsability for their shortsighted ideas, their rash judgements, and often their falsehood! What do these people reproach me with? They blame me for having succeeded in publishing The Revelation of Arès without any help, any help at all, of the publishers and mass media which control man's thinking, and for having successfully created the current of free hope that the event naturally inspires: the Arès Pilgrims. My appeal for spiritual liberation annoys religion and political ideologies, my appeal for universal love and forgiving annoys all those who live on men's division and disputes, and my call to every man to recreate himself good, strong and free all by himself annoys all those who presume that that thinking animal is unable to rise spiritually and morally without any authority, laws, dogmas, without any mass submissiveness. I am a disturber, a not very original one besides, because long before me other men, like Jesus mentioned below, put out a similar appeal with limited or suppressed success. But I am a disturber sure to be in the right, who is stubbornly acting so that that age-old appeal will be at last implimented by the generations to come. Although I do not approve of them and I keep on refuting them, I forgive those who fight against me through untruth, disinformation and spitefulness, whose beliefs my message thwarts. I understand their annoyance, because I too had to throw myself back into question twice in my life: on finding faith in 1965, then on receiving Truth in 1974 and 1977, but I have never slandered or threatened my opponents.
*************
In 1973 my superior in rank asked me to have my apostolic mail pass through the Soviet Embassy in Paris. I was a communist, but a French citizen, so I disagreed; I was released from my office. While waiting for a new appointment I withdrew to Arès (Gironde, France) intending to experience original Christiandom lived through again together with a few of my faithful. Along with my family I arrived in Arès on January 3, 1974, I immediately swaped my cassock for overalls and a toolbox in order to renovate the dilapidated small property I had purchased there. It was under those unusal circumstances that Jesus' appearances started on January 15; they would last until April 13. From that time on my story is better known, notably through The Revelation of Arès and my many writings in Le Pélerin d'Arès (The Arès Pilgrim or The Pilgrim to Arè). I am recalling a few things about it, even so.
The Nazareth carpenter as large as life spoke to me forty times in a hall under repair. His revelation was terrible to me: Religion's dogmas and observances are either superstitions or by no means decisive in man's salvation; active good is more important than faith; any good man, even a nonbeliever, is justified; each man and the world's salvation originate from spiritual selfrebuilding (penitence) free from any harness; absolute freedom is more fruitful in good and happiness, and less hazardous, than any system; the Father has faith in man as an individual able to become a God, whom no institution or law has any grounds for representing and ruling as such. I understood that the Father does not govern man, evil is always initiated by man, man permanently is free to apply for his benefit and for his life or to ignore for his misfortune and for his death the Creation's age-old Call engraved on his flesh. Destroyed were my trust put in the centuries-old wisdom and all the beliefs I had gained since my conversion, except the concept of God, and perhaps not even that, for Abraham's God that Jesus brought back in his word had few things in common with my theology. Theology, sacraments, clergy, I was prompted to forsake freely in order that I would live and teach a very simple, though robust and brave spiritual life, the only solution to evil. I admit that between May and October 1974 I twice or thrice felt longing to live on as if nothing had happened, but my memory could not mask either the physical fact of Jesus' having moved up and down before my very eyes, having touched me, and spoken to me ringingly, or his warning, "Don't turn round and go back (39/6)" All the same, it would take three or four years for me to become converted to his message, I mean, to live fully and naturally up to that message, which I entitled The Gospel Delivered in Arès. Until 1977 we, Christiane and I, endured more than a moral upheaval a social drama, because most of our friends and relations abandoned us. We crossed a cruel wide desert before the men and women turned up that would believe in me. At this point an important remark is relevant.
Is there any reasonable person unaware that by claiming that she or he has seen Jesus alive he or she is bound to meet a kind of civil death? The deniers and cursers cannot in good faith accuse me of having thought up that supernatural event. First, because the serene deep faith I used to put in the orthodox doctrine and prayer and in my priesthood prior to 1974 sheltered me from such a caprice. Second, because they know or they guess that it would take madness and attraction for social suicide to set up such a hoax, a source of foreseeable hardships for its originator, and that it would take still more madness to commit it again four years later, while I was still being bogged down in big troubles. In the 1977 automn I witnessed five theophanies, or appearances of the Maker, whose message I simply entitled The Book, which bore aout and enriched The Gospel Delivered in Arès, but that event increased the world's incredulity and the many problems it had already posed for me.
http://www.freespirituality.net/MP-RdA/story.html