Saturday, October 30, 2010

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28 - returned home



Happy like Ulysses, has made a fine voyage -
Or like this that won the Golden Fleece -
And then returned, full of purpose and reason. - Joachim Du Bellay

There is a man more complete than that which has traveled extensively,
twenty times that changed the shape of his thinking and his life.
Alphonse de Lamartine - Preview of Journey to the East

Taque-tac-tac ... ... hobs hobs-tac ...

I doze. The ceram-tac monotonous iron wheels on their steel strip me drowsy. His sudden silence woke me up. Where we are ? Somewhere between New York and Albany. I'm with the brother Real. This morning we left early from the hotel. The big trip is over. The journey Montreal / New York is no longer part of the trip. It's back to the country.

For the first time since my departure from the port of Montreal on 16 September 1958, homesickness seized my bowels. A special excitement accompanies it. I have some impatience, as time stretches like a draw Ste-Catherine is stretched between its two arms.

In mid-June, I left Rome. I did not return yet back home, I continued the journey. In the train that brought me from Rome to Paris the night, I was still open eyes of wonder.

For a month and a half in Paris, I was the cultural tourist anxious to lift the curtains across new horizons.

On the Queen Elizabeth, from Cherbourg to New York, the sea, even spread, reiterated its number of fascination she had served three years earlier.

New York, I saw for the first time, I also bewitched. Shocked, I spent nearly an hour before the Guernica Guggenheim Museum . I did not need explanation. The famous painting of Picasso's famous no less inhabited me. I downloaded it in the silence of silent admiration. Already in 1937, the great English painter announced the new times we have not even finished digesting.

And while New York, born in the "Roaring Twenties", emitting waves that were consistent with my chemistry. The audacity of the Empire State building , the Statue of Freedom, the frenzy of 45th Avenue ...

New York for me marked the end of the trip. As its apotheosis. Ceram-tac-tac ... ... hobs hobs-tock ... The train leaves. This is the returned home.

I'm focused like a cloud. By thought, I fly over the house of Hormisdas that dissolves into that of Lucien. Charm of traditions! Our family, all that is more traditionally Quebec: four married, four in community and others follow the traditional pattern: three schoolteachers and a nurse. I remember fussing Monday morning, Claire, Teresa, and soon Carmen Gisela, convent girls black skirts and pleated and starched white collar. They detract from the rule of the past. They do two years of Normal School in St-Hyacinthe, instead of one year at Nicolet. They teach not in a country school but in town, one in Drummondville, two at St. Nicephorus, a school run by the Sisters. They earn $ 800 a year and staying at the convent.

There are signs. The threat of creating a union job cuts. More hope for them. They must migrate to the big city, Montreal. This will be their salvation. They will be hired and quickly double or triple their salaries. $ 3,000 / year in 1960. The traditional structure already cracked and it will explode soon. And even once married, they may continue to teach!

For boys, it's similar to the same. The three who complete their primary education only go to sites in the winter, carve out a trade, start a family and own their home. Four were admitted to Juvénat Brothers of the Sacred Heart.

I like to imagine how they had to grow quickly in three years! I'll see them again soon. I can not wait. A hurry that camouflaged somehow some anxiety. I repeat that of a place in their midst. I see the house, barn, bakery, I make the path of the small school ... Everything is as fixed in my memory. Color and flavor of chocolate and strawberry mousse ...

But there is a leaven that will soon change everything in the rang St-Alexandre. It's the little school that is closing around the same time as the cheese is Berchmans and pork industry. But anticipate. Outside, the wind change. At a speed exceeding that of the train.

Taque tac-tac-ceram ... ... ... ceram-tock, my dream is cut.

arrested again! "We are in Albany" said Brother Dir. Albany? For me, a name more than a city. The batteries in my curiosity inspire other scenes. Time for a crust and ceram-tac ... leaves, and me with him in my dreams, dozing between the past and the future uncertain ....

Figure Mauritius Duplessis, radiating and evanescent as in the days of rural electrification appears in the corner of a display policy. Fleeting image of his grave as we had arrived in Rome, soon replaced by that of the stars of the time, Jean Lesage's "Master at home", and Rene Levesque who speaks truthfully and nine. Focus, we reserve electricity ... so this little man? Quebec a less rural, more electrifying ...

In my daydreams fluids, images hover above the ceram-tac. Church and politics intermingle, playing leapfrog. Cardinal Leger, we kneel for the Family Rosary, at seven o'clock every night. This is a must. The city, sports, weekends are eating already enlisted the rosary.

On Sunday, I see churches filled to the last row of benches. Fade ... Some are even opening their doors on Saturday afternoon at five o'clock. This Mass also has to fulfill the Sunday obligation. The ceram-tock beats routines round the country and the progress of renewals.

Island of Montreal and Ile Ste-Hélène line up like an assembly line. Jean Drapeau, the mic every week, radio, speaks with passion. Ceram-tac-tac ... ... hobs hobs-tac ... and everything is sinking into the mists of a fertile soil in budding.

Granby, Mount Sacred Heart Novitiate, the brother Florentien and others marched in turn to the rhythm of ceram-tac-tac ... ... hobs hobs-tac. This is my destination, the place of my appointment, as the vocabulary of the time. I learned in Paris in a letter from Brother Provincial, Brother Gerald, who had written several times in Rome on onion paper, washed blue, "by air". I am disappointed and worried. How to give novices the bud in me life so fragile? No classes on Christian perfection! Oh no! In the Bible ... I'm disappointed, but what else? Latin at Chertsey? Or Rosemere?

Ten ceram-tock again, and my bindings are stalled. Then, suddenly, without that I have never understood why or how this is "my shoes" of Felix Leclerc adjusts to the pace of wheels on the rails. Felix, the pride of Quebec unborn. I let myself be pampered by singing his songs spring, images that recall the colors of the "Sweet France", its kings and castles enchant little happiness while her trimmed its staff, its sorrows, his grief and his rags makes me dream.

frail and timid on a tray in Montreal, a certain Jean-Pierre Ferland sings "Your Face" while in Saguenay, Robert Charlebois begins to scratch his guitar. Claude Léveillé drags his old piano to the end of the world and rubs his shoes white horse. Gilbert Becaud already flirting scenes with Quebec while Merry Troubadours, the Companions of the song and Charles Trenet disappear on tiptoe behind the scenes of the past.

Marcel Dubé "Zone" and "A Simple Soldier enchanted me. Just two or three ceram-tac for him to come back to haunt me. I'm sick of the "Miser," I know it by heart. The "Gentleman" does not make me laugh more. Curious, Molière melts in my ceram-tac with the image of Claudel, Paul's name. It ranks first among the winners of my crushes Theatre: "The Hostage", played on a makeshift stage at St. Louis-des-French of Rome. A very small ceram-tock, time to collect my thoughts on the emotions experienced while. We talk to the fall of the "Annunciation" here in Montreal. I'll have to go see it!

Taque-tac-tac ... ... hobs hobs-tac ...
A snowy blur on my screen and it is, after the image of "wild" under fixed, the brother of Gregory that appears. Animated, and he followed coach "His second story window, the game between the juniors to the team from the village of Chertsey on an outdoor rink with high embankments of snow. Maurice Richard, Toe Blake, Canadians, six NHL clubs, the Canadian-Boston rivalry, Michel Normandin, René Lecavalier a succession of images and time on the ice ... the country's hockey in Quebec, vitality, ready to bud nicely.

The engine runs slowly, panting. Outside the weather is gray, pierced with a few drops of water. This gives rise to the image Fernand Seguin that fascinates children and adults on the small screen. Slippers, science will become a few years later, "Salt of the week" and feed the curiosity of many spectators. Hubble, Hubert Reeves, the galaxies are not yet on the scene, but they are in the egg, they hoped to come.

Again, I return to my reality of the day, the hobs of the endless tit-over tab. That our world is so rich and full. This dream of knowing everything calm my frenzy to reach. We're still on American soil. I look through the exploration of the past three years old.

"A man and his sin," "Pension Velder", "the Stranger" are lining up single file at the counter of my attentions. Wilfrid Lemoyne and Judith Jasmin invite me for a walk around the world.

atmosphere of the country recognized by my instincts woke. We're almost on Canadian soil. Plattsburg is being announced. It's as if I had one foot in Quebec. I get up and walk a bit. The train defies my nervousness. It seems slow. It never stops coming. Happen is as long as it was based on three years ago.

Montreal resurfaced. The "suburb m'lasse" the Canada Cement, Hector Street and the riverfront, the stadium Delorimier which, unfortunately, already cleared of its Royal ...

Nearby Fullum, the procurement office, Rosary brother, the provincial sails to large community which extends into Saskatchewan. Already the wind eats her work. Brother Gerald who replaces him has to learn to manage the decline.

time stretches, it is still too long. Other locomotives taunting us in passing on our side. When will we get there? It is 4:30 p.m. ET poireautons us forever.

Finally at 17:00 we went down after passing through a network of railroads crossed. Montreal is dirty in his backyard from Central Station!

Brother Hubert awaited us. He drops me off at the school residence Best Fullum Street, this Friday August 18. Throughout the journey between the station and the residence of the brothers, I must defend myself against a pervasive feeling. After Rome, Paris and New York that Montreal seems so small! Country town or large village?

The next day, I take the bus to take me Drummondville Bourgeois or dad, according to an inveterate habit, pick me for the rank-Alexandre St little changed. There is however a hint that heralds great upheavals. We will no longer bring the milk to the cheese factory, a truck that picks up the cans on the roadside. First shock of passing time, chanted slamming the ceram-tac which is past.

On Saturday evening, before the family together is the prize. I'm a little embarrassed. I had a budget of fifty dollars to buy souvenirs from Rome to each member of the family. A small image, a rosary, a marble ornament and blessing of the Pope. Them, before I left, had amassed $ 120 to get a Smith Corona typewriter that I do not even brought back. Poverty does not always coincide with the vow of poverty (1).

I sleep in Quebec, the cradle of my childhood. I dream of my childhood. But, pending in the night air, there are clouds fluttering, harbingers of shocking revolutions. My neurons were captured. They translate into dreams that erupt from all sides and film strip running fast. Tomorrow will be a different day.
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(1) De Lourdes I brought my sister Monique, who did his novitiate with the Sisters of the Assumption of Nicolet, a statue of the Virgin . The statue was sealed and should contain water from Lourdes. This little present was very pleased to Monique. Shortly after, my parents will visit him at Nicolet. They see objects in the watch piety to sell the statue that I had given to Monica. Mom inquired. Monique could not keep the statue because he was told, the vow of poverty she would soon rule prohibited him from keeping things "our own". No comment.

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The Jean-Claude chronic
DIRECTORY 1960-1961
No. 55

To promote vocations, we resort to a league table of vocations.


For admission to the novitiate, they increase levels of education than before.


It promotes the spiritual resources for the brothers: retreats, recollections, second novitiate, novitiate, one of whose major objectives is to ensure persistence.


A brother of the Sacred Heart participate in the Commission on Ecumenical religious establishment by CRC (Canadian Religious Conference)


There are races and academic qualifications among brothers .


Georgius's brother made its mark in the promotion of handicrafts across the province of Quebec.


We abandoned the cassock for visits to town; it is the black suit and black tie.


There are six houses closures.


previous seven Canadian provinces :


- 1540 professed

- 83 novices

- 1263 juniors


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Next issue: # 29 - No new wine into old wineskins

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Mature Removes Girdle

Dating Community Life Balance

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From Lela Bencharif, associations in the Rhone-Alpes

On October 27, 2010

To consult on or near the territories and stakeholders about the future of politics for the regional associations and various community education meetings will take place between 2 and 10 December in the Rhone Alps Spaces.

This consultation will be fed:

Upstream of the different contributions deposited on a dedicated website (precision in the Attachment), and following a review of a citizen workshop to be held at spring. The principle of citizen workshop is to draw lots of Rhône-Alpes region and on a voluntary basis as part of 3 weekend to inform them and let them collectively define an opinion on the place of associations sur nos territoires.

Enfin un forum régional annonçant les principaux axes de la nouvelle politique régionale aura lieu au Confluent courant mai, fort probablement le 14.

Sur le site collaboratif vous retrouverez les politiques actuelles de soutien à la Vie Associative .

- Vous êtes bénévoles dans une association, membre d’un conseil administration ... Venez (inscrivez vous voir pièce jointe) - Si vous ne pouvez venir physiquement, transmettez vos avis, remarques, suggestions d’actions pour la Région sur la plateforme collaborative ( voir code accès en PJ)

remain at your disposal for any further information or other dialogues, Thanks for your feedback and your mobilization
Sincerely, Lela Bencharif


Registration and additional information



Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Colonic Hydrotherapy Lincoln City Oregon

Return of a small circus ... Marabout

... Bastien in the head.
Resuming construction of "a small circus in my head," a writing Bastien, mixing theater of objects and physical theater, accompanied by Zaz to the staging.
Here are some pictures ...





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Monday, October 25, 2010

Lifefitness Eliptical 9500 Hr

Ecohabiter Biovallée 1 / 27

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Freiburg-im-Breisgau in Germany, Austria Vorarlberg

and "31 communes in the sun" Factor 4 Energy Association in Belgium

Ecohabiter Festival - Eurre - Sunday, October 3, 2010

Editor: Laure Vuinée - 06 79 45 70 18 - laure.vuinee @ gmail.com

Energy Factor 4

Presentation

The workshop began with a presentation by Manoel Rekinger who works in association asbl Energy Factor 4 (

www.ef4.be

) in Belgium. Association non-profit located in the Walloon region, this structure is composed of 12 employees and pilot projects that are partly subsidized by the Walloon Region.

Factor 4 Energy aims to promote solar energy through the demonstration of the effectiveness and feasibility of innovative projects and pilots in this area. These pilot projects involve public buildings.

Reminder interest and solar energy Solar energy can be thermal or photovoltaic respectively to produce electricity or heat. In the first case, light energy is converted into electricity which is then relayed to a power grid. The benefits of this energy based on its ease of installation, possible integration of all building types (pitched roof ou plate par exemple) mais aussi son utilisation à long terme (de 30 à 35 ans).

Des panneaux photovoltaïques peuvent par exemple être disposés sur le toit de parking ou encore pour la protection de bâtiments contre le soleil permettant ainsi une diminution de la température intérieure et donc de l’utilisation de la climatisation. De nombreuses réflexions doivent ainsi être menées sur cette énergie et l’ensemble des intérêts qu’elle peut apporter. L’Allemagne est aujourd’hui le pays précurseur et le plus avancé en termes de production mais aussi de recherche et de développement de cette énergie.

Examples of pilot projects

The first example concerns the installation of 160 square meters of photovoltaic panels on pre-school Attert . This has led to a decrease in energy consumption by 66% and a reduction of CO 2 amounting to 10 tons per year. In addition the installation of a didactic panel displays the amount of electricity produced using awareness and education children but also parents to the energy problem.

The second example, called the Spiral project is funded by the region and the European Union. It covers 14 houses forming a hamlet passive social where thermal and photovoltaic solar installations were completed. Monitoring of consumption and energy production of each future resident (people who should move in by late 2010) has helped lead them to think about their own energy consumption, leurs habitudes et confort.

Le troisième projet présenté

« 31 communes au soleil »

concerne l’arrondissement de Huy-Waremme. Un maire, souhaitant donner l’exemple dans sa commune, voulait installer des panneaux photovoltaïques sur les bâtiments publics. Afin de pouvoir bénéficier de subventions de l’Union européenne (fonds FEDER : Fonds Européen de Développement Régional), un rassemblement des communes autour d’un projet global a été proposé. Ainsi 44 installations sur des bâtiments communaux de 5kWc ont été réalisées. Un volet sensibilisation fait aussi partie du projet à travers la réalisation de 32 conférences. Ce projet, abouti en 2 ans, a permis de mener à une réflexion globale sur un territoire conséquent (équivalent d’une Communauté de communes en France) et a été subventionné à hauteur de 82 % par l’UE et 18 % par les communes pour atteindre un budget de 2 200 000 €.

La deuxième phase consiste aujourd’hui à investir une partie de la subvention qui n’a pas encore été dépensée (900 000 € TVAC). Une société coopérative va donc être créée sur un fonds d’investissement, issu de cette subvention, qui permettra de poursuivre le projet notamment en termes de performance. Chaque commune a déjà d épensé 5 225 € dans ce projet et reçoit pour revenu issu de la vente de l’électricité produite 2000 €. L’ensemble de ces revenus sont réunis afin d’emprunter 360 000 € sur 10 ans pour financer de nouveaux projets. On parle alors de projet « Tiers investisseur ». Ce projet a permis de démontrer que la pose de 80 à 100 m² de panneaux est réalisable. Energie facteur 4 a de plus aujourd’hui des chiffres et balance sheets to make regarding investment in the project "Third Party Investor."

Overall results from pilot projects European funds have financed innovative projects leading to the development and implementation of new technologies but also the training of technicians. Streaming signage have also been assisted in the appropriation of these techniques.

One objective was to demonstrate the effectiveness of a technique and spread and was made with success.

The project would also have been possible without the aid of the EU, but the payback time would have been longer. the long term, similar projects will be implemented in other municipalities without financial aid from the EU.

In terms of public awareness, it seems obvious that all these examples, not to mention the numerical balance can then be presented, can generate ideas and interesting results. Thus the appearance of the photovoltaic effect of appeal est apparu par la suite chez les particuliers. Des déclinaisons ont été réalisées chez ces derniers qui ont alors réfléchi à leur consommation d’énergie, ce qui constitue en fait la première étape d’une réduction de la consommation d’énergies et l’utilisation d’énergies plus propres !

La discussion qui a suivi cette présentation a mis l’accent sur l’exemplarité des communes. Si les collectivités se mobilisent et se motivent pour réfléchir et investir dans des projets similaires, elles pourront alors trouver des facilités économiques à travers notamment les subventions européennes disponibles. Il a été précisé qu’en France le financement européen peut atteindre au maximum 80 % du montant d’un projet.

Les campagnes de sensibilisation, à partir de réflexions menées avec les enfants notamment, ont déjà fait leurs preuves en France (concernant le tri sélectif) et se sont avérées très bénéfiques aussi dans les projets présentés ici.

Il serait intéressant de créer des associations de personnes intéressées par ce type de projets afin de démarcher les communes ou inter-communautés et de faire du « bon lobbying. "

Lack of technical and legal expertise in the Commons is often a barrier to achieving this type of project it is therefore important to encourage them to retain the relevant structures and can advise them free. HESPUL The association, based in Villeurbanne, sub-section of the ADEME, has notably been mentioned.

It also seems important to present all the techniques and benefits of photovoltaics which allows one hand to create electricity and other to protect buildings from the sun and thus reduce the temperature in summer.

Manufacture, lifetime and recycling of photovoltaic panels

The origin of these signs was also discussed: the end of 2009, 58% of the photovoltaic cells were created in Asia where some countries have specialized in the field of semiconductors. Belgium today will industrialization differentiated in this area that is to say, in proposing the creation of different products.

The raw material is silicon (from the purification of oil) which is recyclable. End of life, the panels are recovered, melted and reused. The comprehensive recycling scheme has already been made in Belgium by the Germans and the result is recycling 85% of the panels.

The lifetime of the panels depends on the weather of the environment where they are installed (especially humidity). The mechanical tests performed to the standards showed a higher resistance than the windshields of cars.

The problem of starting a fire was also cited. 12 cases of fires involving buildings with photovoltaic panels were recorded in Germany. In such cases it is essential that appropriate procedures of intervention of firefighters have been thought out and communicated. Firefighters have indeed rarely aware of these special procedures of interventions related to the presence of failure

to photovoltaics. A working group is tackling this issue was created in 2009 in Germany which results in the need for visual marking Buildings and education of firefighters.

Review

The value and role of the European Union are clearly apparent in these examples but also the need to consider people on their consumption of energy, energy being the best the non-use. A wide Communities of Commons, it seems interesting to employ an employee who would handle the installation grant application to the European Union within the framework of European projects since it is a complicated process to implement.

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Presentation of trips to Germany and Austria

The 2 trips made by the LDC Diois and elected officials of the Bio-Valley in Germany and Austria aimed to explore the evolution of construction practices.

Eco-quarters of Freiburg-im-Breisgau - 2009 History

When in 1992, three years after the fall of the wall between East and West, the French troops to occupation have left Germany, the former barracks Vauban was found deserted. Given the pressure on land, the city of Freiburg has preempted land and has conducted various clean, destruction of unsafe buildings and soil remediation. However young, formed in combination, have parallel commencé à squatter certains vieux bâtiments et à les réhabiliter de manière écologique pour en faire des résidences étudiantes. Cette association et la commune ont donc réfléchi communément à la rédaction d’un cahier des charges pour la construction de nouveaux habitats. L’une des motivations de ses jeunes habitants étaient notamment le refus du nucléaire et donc de proposer des alternatives en termes d’habitats et de production et consommation d’énergie.

Présentation des lieux et bâtiments visités

There are no cars in those spaces, two large parking lots are available habitats near these neighborhoods. A transit is located within 500 m of each dwelling. Real living spaces are present between the houses where bicycle traffic for example is very quiet and pleasant.

The play areas for children are free to use and management of all inhabitants.

The new districts are made up of housing liabilities (with solar panels) but also offices with equipment technology poussées tels que des panneaux avec ventilation nocturne permettant de refroidir les bâtiments la nuit sans ouvrir les fenêtres.

Une ferme, équipée de panneaux solaires photovoltaïque et d’éoliennes, a aussi été visitée. Elle récupérait notamment la chaleur issue du refroidissement du lait. Ainsi 50 % des revenus de la ferme n’étaient pas issus de l’activité agricole.

Commentaires

Les impressions ressortant de ces visites ont été :

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culture shock,

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the weight of the French legislation. These eco-districts respond well to the notion of inclusiveness. The latter now seems important and critical to consider during discussions held for any proposed construction or development. It must indeed reflect on the construction, transport, energy efficiency but also social aspects (rich social fabric ...). Many criteria are taken into account:

Regulatory (Planning, Security ...)

Architectural

techniques (thermal performance, acoustics, natural lighting ...)

Financial

Environmental (healthy materials, travel ...)

Human software allows us to consider the whole project: the software COCOON: Comparison of Constructive Solutions, Comfort and CO 2

. The need for a repository has also been cited as the BDM (Building Sustainable Mediterranean) and again and again the participation of the population. A dialogue between municipalities and residents is necessary to compare ideas and negotiate.

Vorarlberg Austria - 2010

The meeting elected officials of those cities in terms of innovative green building has motivated the development of this trip.

The 60 municipalities involved here, around Lake Constance covers an area equivalent to that of the Bio-Valley. Presentation of places and buildings visited

constructs were visited:

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gym 100% wood can be transformed into municipal hall or theater;

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houses grouped with spaces communicating but also individual unfenced; -

college particularly bright, Wood, offering open spaces with the aim of reducing the tensions of the students, with an open courtyard in the village -

the town hall with a terrace covered by a roof and letting the light with photovoltaic panels and a restaurant, a music room, a toy library; -

social housing on two floors, wooden staircases and layout of external spaces for meetings and games; -

the collective wood boiler to heat 70 homes. All municipal buildings are made of local pine and the wood has been created and has been boosted. Calls for tender have included requirements to promote local businesses.

paper supplying schools from a local cooperative. One of the requirements in the specifications of the tender was notably able to deliver within two days, and local businesses were again favored. An honorary European competition, including a financial reward through grants, has already won several awards mayors of these municipalities.

comment and review

All these buildings are passive, functional, and includes new technology but are also very beautiful! Finally participatory democracy stronger in these municipalities is a very good asset for the realization of these projects.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Failed To Log On Rome Total War

27 - The alternative


Happiness, why refuse?
In accepting it, it does not aggravate the misfortunes of others
and even that helps to fight for them.
I find it unfortunate that we feel ashamed to feel happy. Albert Camus

St. Albert Camus pray for us!

late July 1961. I'm in front of a hundred students of all races, enrolled in summer literature French at the Sorbonne in Paris. I give a lecture on Albert Camus, who has just died, a victim of a "senseless" accident (1).

Camus has fascinated me for many years.

When Juvénat in Chertsey, I saw, almost in delinquency
The Misunderstanding Camus, I was hit without knowing too much about the reason for my fascination. Then I read The Plague , The Stranger and dense Myth of Sisyphus . And finally Exile and the United which, according to some collectors, let shine glimmers of faith in its author classified as agnostic. It was in the days when all that had attracted smell existentialist. I also read Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre, The Devil and God and Huis-clos. I was dazzled. These authors had the gift to write and say real things that also make sense of nonsense.

After completing my course at Jesus Magister, in early June, at the end of the Grand novitiate I went to Paris with that Brother Real I had met first at St. Victor in 1947, then to Chertsey from 1954 to 1957. We got along like a house afire.

In the summer of 1959, I had enrolled in courses in French culture at the Catholic Institute of Paris.

This time, both to test my "new faith" that the recoveries to avoid too easy non-Catholic writers, I enrolled in more secular university of the Sorbonne.

We stayed at John Dolent among Eudists, just off Prison Health.

All our spare time we spent crisscrossing the spider web of the Paris Metro. Not to see the monuments, but also to run the theaters, watching films that we missed: Wild Strawberries and The Seventh Seal Bergman, all films de Carné, some Charlie Chaplin and the darling of the time, La Dolce Vita Fellini. There was also War and Peace, Ben Hur in addition to some classic French comedy. These shows cost nearly nothing. Real brother and me, we had the same attitude already well ahead of that which prevailed even in the community: while we were on site was better, in keeping with our vow of poverty, enjoy. "" culture harms no one, not even teachers "they said while jokingly as if to answer critics of fantasy.

Courses at the Sorbonne

At the Sorbonne is mostly over 45 hours on the existentialists, Sartre and Camus that caught my attention.

The huge rock that frail human seems to go top of the hill is the image that says everything Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus , Plague , Camusian look at the world and a sense that life could take in response to absurd ruling.
And it was at the Sorbonne, not at the Catholic Institute of Paris. There was no need to read Camus always on the nose glasses Catholic critics. Camus read with Camus, The Plague with The Myth of Sisyphus , nothing else.

Students who wished could attend the class in the critical eye of a teacher presentation of about 30 minutes on an author of their choice. I enrolled and I naturally selected Camus, The Plague alongside The Myth of Sisyphus . It was an easy topic. I wanted to deepen my knowledge of Camus. I experienced that oftentimes the best way to learn was to teach.

The alternative - a spare wheel

Enlightenment who had crowned thirty days of exercises with St. Ignatius had done his hundred days. Everything was fine. As a pattern that inflates the lungs at the sight of his workers at work, I saw Christ present everywhere at once in the human pulp in order to bring out the joy of his resurrection and the influence of his love. But hunting and the natural change their spots. Gradually the doubts came back. My world view and life darkened. I wanted somehow the road of faith, but a spare tire that would address its failures was welcome. This is what Camus has given me.

Yes, man is his own end. And it is its sole purpose. If he wants to be something in this life. Now I know the rest. Conquerors sometimes speak to conquer and overcome. But it's always "overcome" they hear. You know what that means. Every man felt the equal of a god at times. So at least they say. But this is that, in a flash, he felt the stunning grandeur of the human spirit. The conquerors are only those of men who feel their strength enough to be sure of living constantly at such heights and in full consciousness of this magnitude. [121] It is a matter of arithmetic, more or less. The conquerors are the most. But they can not more than the man himself, when he wants. That's why they never leave the human melting pot, plunging more than burning in the soul revolution. The Myth of Sisyphus Editions Gallimard 1942 p. 81

A world that had evangelized after the sword or be part of Catholic dogmas, despite all the blessings of heaven, still marked by the absurd heavy sin. Despite the resurrection, the death raged all day and hit the sinners and also children. The limbo does not bring them back to life or of their affection.

It must have been blind or unwilling to fight not to see the world's beauty in the flower that blossoms in the field or playing its electrons as a part of football. The connection to the resurrection did not alter either the gravity or the exquisite beauty of this world.

Coping with reality of this world and find meaning, happiness and such action was the challenge presented to me that Camus.

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action. This is called becoming a man. These rifts are awful. But for a proud heart, it there can be no middle ground. There is God or the time, the cross or the sword. This world has a meaning that transcends its highest agitation or nothing is true that these agitations. We must live and die with time with him or escape it for a greater life. I know we can compromise and we can live in this century and believe in the eternal. It's called acceptance. But I hate that term and I want all or nothing. If I choose the action, do not believe that contemplation me as an unknown land. But she can not do everything myself [119] give, and deprived of the eternal, I ally myself with time. I do not want to fit into my account either nostalgia or bitterness, and I just want to see clearly. I tell you, tomorrow you will be mobilized. For you and for me it is a liberation. The individual can do nothing and yet he can do everything. In this wonderful availability you understand why I exalt and crushes both. It's the world that it is I who crushes and releases it. I supplied all their rights. The Myth of Sisyphus Op. cit. p.79

The journalist was right in his impatience with happiness. But he was right when he accused? "You live in abstraction" Was it really the abstraction that these days spent in the hospital where the plague put out all the stops, bringing to five hundred casualties a week? Yes there was a share in the misfortune of abstraction and unreality. But when abstraction starts to kill you you have to deal with abstraction . Plague Edition Gallimard, 1947 p. 85

The source of the happiness of Sisyphus

The world of Camus, before being beautiful, was opaque and night, as heavy as the rock of Sisyphus, but how real and uneventful. The absurd sticky unpredictable and dominant like the plague.

Faced with this absurd widespread human Camus is very small and very humble. Reed Pascal, as free as Dr. Rieux before the plague.

But what makes the genius of Camus, this man stuck Sisyphus or succumbing to every moment in the inescapable gravity of the rock, is not under sentence . The plague does not need men to punish sin. It's here. A disaster that sticks to everything it touches, like oil on the sea And before her, Rieux resists Sisyphus his rock blocks on the steep slope of life.

And Sisyphus who stands and is happy! Blessed with a quiet happiness, quiet and efficient. And what makes him happy, his condition is reasonable man plunged into the magma soulless and challenging. Her happiness he derives not from a title of nobility artificially attached to his or her blood ancestors or an extraterrestrial energy to offset the failures of his nature, but its daily action, the patient to impose the room, its rationality to the world without a name, to identify and to harness its benefits. The joy of job well done, that of a mission accomplished. The triple action, the focus of Buddhism: asking the right look, just keep the thought, the complete effective action.

If other, instead, that Rieux could see on the thresholds of houses, in the fading light, embracing all forces and looking angrily, they got what they wanted, c is that they asked the only thing that depends on them. Rieux and when turning the streets of Grand Cottard and thought it was just that from time to time at least, the reward came joy those which are sufficient for the man and his poor and terrible love. Op. cit. p. 272

Although it is known that the absurd beyond us like the plague, it will always come back, we do not defeat either in whole or in part, the struggle day by day, inch closely against the rock that overwhelms us with its gravity, we will overwrite one day we become like him, with his absurd, totally, and probably forever, this struggle of man grows here and now. She's glad that Dr. Rieux qu'aphone well before the death of a child he continues the fight against the plague, always, as she comes.

In the same motion prevailed, Rieux turned and threw him with violence:

-Oh! That one, at least, (a child) was innocent, you know!

... Rieux fell back on his bench. He looked at the branches, the sky, slowly regaining his breath, slowly swallowing his fatigue.

- Why me talked with this anger? Said a voice behind him. For me too, this show is unbearable.
Rieux turned toward Paneloux:

- It's true, "he said. Forgive me, but fatigue is madness. And there are hours in the town where I no longer feel that my rebellion.
- I understand, "murmured Paneloux, this is revolting because it passes our measure. But perhaps we should love what we do not understand.
Rieux straightened up at once. He looked Paneloux, with all the strength and the passion he could muster, and shook his head.

- No, my father, he said. I'm getting a different idea of love. And I refuse to death to love this establishment where children are tortured.

Ah! Doctor, he said, with sadness, I just realized what we call grace.
But Rieux had left to go back on his bench, the depth of his fatigue returned, he said more gently:

- That's what I did not, I know, I know. But I do not want to discuss this with you, We work together for something that brings us beyond blasphemy and prayers. That alone is important.

Paneloux sat near Rieux. He looked agitated.
- Yes, he says, yes, you also work for the salvation of man.

Rieux tried to smile.

- The salvation of man is a too big word for me. I'm not going that far. Interests me is his health, his health first ... . P. 198-199
The sap of happiness lies in the struggle more than in the flower, in action than in its outcome.

After this study and the presentation of my talk, I began to see things from another angle.

It was what it was amorphous, devoid of meaning and purpose. It is human reason which gave its beauty and commitment of men, its purposes. The atoms were then animated and threatening, neither good nor bad, there. Einstein had torn their mystery and had harnessed. Disease, virus came and went like the plague, unknown, opaque. Pasteur with or without the strength of the Risen had pierced their armor and decoded their orders. And so on. The action of the man himself is not connected to the In-Top effaced the sin of the world, educated its absurdity. In this world what was Jesus born. It is this question that he had married in the doubling of love connected on the heart of God.

There were more similarities than contrasts between the cause of Jesus and that of Sisyphus. Like today between the tasks of Christians and those of the Communists or the Greens, or those pursued by Amnesty International.

Camus's gaze was also justified by many examples from everyday life. The philosophical meaning researcher conducting the opacity of the world at his arms, the politician who seeks to establish peace and better living conditions that are, the teacher who fight against the absurdity of ignorance and so suite for all trades the world and for all women and all men fully engaged in the human pulp.

From within the Christian clan, Sisyphus was condemned without a hello doubly reprehensible. Simply remove the curtains and opening the window a little to see that Sisyphus was not a pagan myth, he had the power to bring people together like no false exclusion and child Jesus in the Kingdom or Teilhard de Chardin in the field of mind to climb the noosphere.

I did not intend to artificially unite men and the world in one easy syncretism which softens the absurd and make it sweet and tasty, but for me, with Camus, the image of Jesus, that of Karl Marx, Gandhi, a Teilhard de Chardin and many others combine very well together. The opposing points of cultural and social childishness.

Camus made me realize that the sun does not shine in the Catholic camp. Wherever it shines, it generates light and shadow. To feed humanity as well as loaves of meaning, we need all the land that rises and the sun sets.

Camus inside me forever. And sometimes with Jesus Christ. In me they are brothers with Sisyphus. Workers in the vineyard of meaning.

After the illumination of the risen Jesus known after my retirement thirty jourset who had revived my life on the rail of the faith, Camus is a safe alternative, a sort of spare wheel which does does not detract from the brilliance or the effectiveness of the eyes of faith.

For your days of optimism, the resurrected Jesus is everywhere piercing every night with his light and all the pettiness of his love. When you win the spleen because you also see the world plunged in the molasses of the absurd. With Camus, you can get out of it by using tools that you can handle. Resisting takes effect. Search for the True and the Beautiful is a noble human task and enjoyable.

Epilogue

In mid-August, Réal brother and I went on board the Queen Elizabeth toward New York. Visit New York, a cherry on the cake that had lasted three years. The return to Montreal was long the impatience to see her home. After Rome, Paris and New York, Montreal seemed a small rural village. It seemed that there was no longer the same. Ferments new energy shot out from all sides. And I carried my luggage in my two buds who only wanted to grow: Camus and Jesus. The real always opaque to clear. The light at the end of each tunnel.





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(1) Albert Camus died in a car accident Jan. 4, 1960.
(2) See Memoirs ... V. II, No. 20 Juvénat Chertsey - Brother Anatole

(3) Exile and the Kingdom , 1957, is the last work published by Camus in his lifetime. Six new that express the same thought, the condition of exile of the man in the land of men, and efforts towards establishing its own "kingdom" of freedom. Click

(4) will Camus's Myth of Sisyphus , told by Homer, illustration his conception of the human condition in the universe that surrounds and beyond. He modified the myth of Sisyphus in making a non condemned by the gods but the image of the real man immersed in a world cut off from any rationality and purpose (the absurd) and in which man will find happiness (Sisyphus happy) in the struggle and resistance by the sheer force of his reason. The Myth of Sisyphus (full text) is the masterpiece and theoretical designs while Camus The Plague is a concrete illustration.

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The chronicle of Jean Claude

DIRECTORY 1959-1960
No. 54

In this year, says there are 61,378 students in 174 schools run by the brothers in Canada.

Recruiting is more difficult and we always try to direct more energy to the secondary school students.

For the first time, according certain conditions, the provincial government subsidizes the formation houses of the Congregation from public funds.

It always promotes traditional movements in schools: JEC, cadets of the Sacred Heart, Eucharistic Crusade, and others.

At the graduate level, there is a greater tendency toward religious studies courses.

There were two closings of houses and a new foundation.

Due to fewer temporary profession, the average age of the professed a province starts to climb.

previous seven Canadian provinces :

- 1571 professed
- 62 novices
- 1242 juniors
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26 - Illumination

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Veni Creator Spiritus
Mentes tuorum visited
Imple superna gratia
Quae you Creastas pectora (1)

September 19, 1960. In the chapel of the Mother House, 3, Piazza del Sacro Cuore, Roma.

eyes closed, carried away by the melody of this hymn to the incantatory tone, I let myself be lulled by the gentle breeze that carries the Gregorian and his verses as I develop as many present from another world.

Come Creator Spirit,
visit the minds of those who are dear to you,
Filled with your presence
The hearts of your children.

twenty-four They are from all corners of the universe. Brothers, bleached in harness, having crossed the quarantine for most. Their obedience for the year 60-61 was assigned to the Grand novitiate in Rome, the Mecca of the Christians, the nerve center of the Kingdom of God on earth, powerful transmitter of Christian spiritual radiation.

Since the early 50s, every brother of the Sacred Heart there is normally a time in his life for a spiritual update. It made his big-novitiate as the French do their military service. It's mostly an obedience desired and expected, because of Rome and its prestige, because the journey dreamed that every brother who has done recounts the exciting adventures and also perhaps because it feels like a hunger, a taste of hard having spent years repeating the same lessons, correcting homework themselves, cope the same challenges of school organization, parish and community.

They are there, " hands open before You Lord" (2) (click on the picture to hear the song) heart overflowing with large or medium-sized expectations, some, without saying so, anxious to regain the fervor of their first flights in the religious life.

It is inside of everyone, as in Greek theaters, which is will the mystery of inner renewal.

The haunting incantations of Veni Creator penetrate into the pores of every waking consciousness. They align these apostles of the heart from all walks of life in a community of brothers who pray, introducing them into the sacred precincts of a time of grace, their baptismal regeneration.

Imple superna gratia
Quae you Creastas pectora

The echoes of that hymn meet within the walls of the chapel, they vibrate hopes corridors this austere general house, they use the roads varied each time the militants, their works covering a golden patina, reverberating around the world, wherever there are brothers who give themselves for life to bring forth in time eternal.

Accende lumen sensibus
infundibular amorem cordibus
Infirma nostri corporis
virtute firmans boonies.

Turns light into our lives
Fill our hearts with love,
Support your strength
The weakness of our bodies .

I'm leaving with them for this "spirit-athlon" that will push everyone to the end of his soul, on the border of his energies most secret.
Yes, in the month of May, I had made the request to the Reverend Brother who was greeted with delight. Brother Jehoshaphat (3), then Superior General, saw a natural complement, or even desired for each student enrolled at Jesus Magister. My colleagues, they feared that the desire of becoming a major superior standard. For me, it was like a decision to double or quits. I saw a last resort, the board hello to my religious life undermined from within by violent pulling.

These divine melodies of the Veni Creator silky wrap me in their diapers. I return to the initial state of my life, the sweetness of silence, the warm cocoon. This atmosphere of peace I had known my birth but I was then able to identify I miss and overwhelms me.

I must admit that after three months of vacation in the general house in the Roman heat wave and the look of felted major superiors, I regretted my commitment just to repeat once moreover, during a month long, the spiritual exercises that I knew to be made each year for six days before my perpetual profession for twenty-one days.

Besides the new lights that my readings and teachings received Jesus Magister had planned on theology and faith made me look up on a spirituality of military bearing colorful values of the sixteenth century.

What fly had stung so I spent three months of vacation with my superiors beloved in an empty house of his great-novice, so I could return to England to improve my English or I walk with our brothers in Spain, without having to abide by these severe exercises?

Exercises, a drastic remedy that would cure me forever. Thirty days locked in the silence, cut off from almost everything to me contort the soul a rigorous training in meditation and prayer. I had made this idea seemed like the only way to free myself from my shackles.

Magister courses to Jesus certainly had reason to believe my gloss. But it proved, reason and good reasons to believe do not have faith. My doubts were amplified during this time as a wind storm.

The eye of God, Cain continued to the bottom of the deepest caves, we said our book of sacred history. My ball, as the law of gravity needed to each of my steps. I prayed he was there, defying the echo of God's answer. I reasoned, he ridiculed all my arguments and I dared her to prove as two and two make four what I had said or believe. I was watching others live and I wondered if I was the only one to be afflicted with this cancer. Bring me all the answers or that I repeated my doubts before I ran down the back like I was "ugly duckling" that floundered in the right pond. In short, I was tired of dragging the ball. I ravines soul.

The theology course had flooded my mind of enlightenment. Revelation, what a wonder! The Bible, the treasures of life! The changing image of the Messiah and his expectations, the land flowing with milk and honey to the songs of the Servant of Yahweh, Isaiah, to the Sermon on the Mount (Lk 6, 20-23 ), which experiences of the human condition and the search for God. (4) The Beatitudes, collected in eight terse sentences, what poetry! What philosophy of life! What recipes for human adventure on Earth!

If it takes a religion to man, beyond any doubt that the Christian and Catholic who is best suited to his condition. Compared to other religious systems, Christian faith is a marvel of consistency and refinement. The quintessence of humanism as completed. Before the coming of Jesus, before and after the long and laborious experience of the Alliance in the Sinai desert, no religion has so clearly before the peak of human experience, the culmination of his quest and absolute happiness was in the relationship and whose free Song of Songs mark the final end.

Buddhism, which can have as many sages and saints of Christianity, limit the destiny of man to himself in control of his hopes and desires. For me the problem was not located in the choice of his religion. Another pool for the "Ugly Duckling"? No, but this pool and all pools of this ilk were a mirage that they could not conceal that the dry bones of a promise of life, any prophecy? (Ezekiel 37, 1 - ... 11)

This wonderful device that is the Christian religion is it connected to God or is it a decor in mind, this presence of God in human history, an illusion that is repeated and that fat as a legend or a set of signs, talking and coherent as I should, as a result of so many Others, like adopt a telescope that gives all its peculiar coloring? Was I a colorblind God? Should I not "get out of the closet" and live according to my true nature to expose the lie that I made any permanent painful introspection and disgusting? Such was my obsession.

I felt backed into a corner, a fight to the finish required. He had to cope. My life, with or without God, nothing less, "To be or not to be". Faith, I get it in the snatch. It will only make it or break it ...

Made in September, regretting my decision and doubting its effect, I was armed with some good volumes, proposing to occupy myself by reading the spare time between meetings or community-rigor convenience-(conferences, pious practices ...) rather than focus on the meditation of hackneyed themes proposed by the preacher of the retreat, coach of St. Ignatius.

I told my spiritual director, Father Brosseau, SJ, who was both preacher and retired chaplain at the general house. He had already glued the shoulders down and told me that my faith was "very or too proactive."

This time, it made me realize that it was not very logical to enroll in a course and follow it according to its own methods and participate, from the top of my platforms, Olympiads other. Invited to dinner with a friend, he was rather rude of them present with his lunch. Full of common sense! So I decided to follow humbly the scenario proposed by St. Ignatius and religiously apply the letter and all suggestions. This will be my discipline me in this tournament. It would be good!

Veni Creator Spiritus, I carry within me the suppliant into my room resonances. They will be the background sound of her accents that highlight the events of the drama that will take place, and will be the "cheerleader" of my games.

Week One - Principles and Foundations

Meditation on Hell

What I'm doing two hours of the night, prostrate on the floor of terrazzo my room, bearing the huge monster of my shadow cast by the flickering flame a small lighted candle by my side?

During the first week of the Exercises, Ignatius suggested we get up at night to resume the mediation of the day. I think the night is "religiogène. Even if the retreat was begun five days ago, it seemed, in the silence of the night, always hearing the modulations Veni Creator, which transported me into the car like a balloon until beyond the skies all painted or imagined, to the faceless god in the depths of his mystery.

The most wonderful night of Christian liturgy is undoubtedly that of Holy Saturday when, in darkness, we celebrate and we implore the light, flickering like life, gradually pierces the darkness as the course of modulations Gregorian sung a cappella. Religious sentiment is bewitching. St. Ignace, an accomplice of the night, was high priest and we cut out the supernatural with an accuracy of Druid, Large billhook scolding and smacking.

The Exercises of St. Ignatius are divided into four weeks, separated by a day off.

The first week focuses on Principles and foundations. It aims primarily to make us aware of our sinfulness.

The founder of the Jesuits pushed military precision to indicate for each meditation posture to take, to repeat the prayers and considerations to note. Here is the account of one of these nocturnal meditations noted in my diary of the retreat.

We meditate on the fire of hell. I propose to do meditation at night. As I lack imagination, I carry a candle. My goal: to convince me that the terrible suffering await me if I still prefer my ways to that of God. I imagine in advance three burns pretty deep, arranged in a triangle as a sign of profession of my faith. I am convinced, using scriptural texts, God's eternal fire threat those who turn from his ways.

I acknowledge that my attitude leads me to the opposite of God's ways. Everywhere, these are my standards, my designs, even holiness, which I direct, even in what I call spirituality. This attitude also led to the terrible doubt on the existence of God that haunts me. 'All my net does not is not fish, I decided. And my net was not picked as the tangible successes. It should, for they are true, that God and the supernatural marry my ways.

After this inquisition in order, it is the conviction. The conviction in a fire. This is where you lead your gross speculation. And I approach the flame of my left leg. Hair sizzle. I maintain a few seconds. It is untenable, I can not go, I remove the flame and collect my thoughts. It did nothing, I do not know more hell, it does not make me afraid.

I repeat the experiment on the fat of the right leg with the determination to hold on until I pick a decent impression of hell. The same phenomenon occurs and after a split second, I dropped everything ... and the mental and overall effect remains the same. I try to pray. I ask God to make me really know the wickedness of my ways. The left and right arms are in turn guinea pigs for the same experience with exactly the same result.

Finally, while praying, I try to think with my head. What have I done? I tried God. I finish my 'meditation' and said humbly: "My God, I beg you, let me know an intimate knowledge of the fire of hell and the wickedness of my ways leading to them."

This morning I examined the damage. Two small blisters on his right arm, a red spot on his left leg, absolutely nothing visible except a desert of hair on his left arm and right leg. Despite the advice of St. Ignatius, I burst out laughing.

Week Two: Contemplation of the mysteries of Jesus' life

For this week devoted entirely to the contemplation of the mysteries of the life of Jesus, St. Ignatius suggests that we engage in fasting as well as our fitness and our superiors permit. As a slave broke the most complete submission, I get this permission and j'embraye on fasting major cause, that of Gandhi focused on azimuth of the major releases.

As I am staying as a visitor to the table of the Master of novices, I served as a great restaurant by one or two large-novice older than I, assigned to service the master's table.

In the silence punctuated by the monotone reading of a text designed to color the day of exercises and the muffled noise of dishes, a simple nod, I say no to every dish that I was present. With ostentatious humility, I challenge in my head all judgments that may result as my fast with my "servants" than other guests at my table. Coffee, tea, wine, pasta and desserts are returned to each presentation by the simple oscillation of the head. The power of silence which cuts at its root while questioning any derogatory remarks, suggestions "useful," even any sign of disagreement or questioning a surprise hanging from the corner of mouth. The feeling of power of great rulers. In my head, I throne in the eyes of others as a mystery, an enigma that commands respect, Respect of enforced silence the voiceless.

I only take a glass of water accompanied by principle (at least eat something!) Of the thinnest slice possible. On bread and water, as the convicts.

I weigh between meals, like who would be enrolled in a weight loss program, the effects of all levels of my fast. Never, during the fifteen days it lasted, I did not feel any hunger or the taste of m'empiffrer jam or ice cream or anything. I have not noticed any signs of hallucinations, even during my nightly meditations. The cold and drought untouchable rigor of a bar chair in place. The spirit was lighter, it seemed to me, and emotions to zero.

I lived a "high", the "high" of a bar chair, that of emptiness, a foretaste of Nirvana ..

days off between each of the weeks-themes are often busy with special activities (Mass in the catacombs, visit Rome and its basilicas, visits to other students at Jesus Magister already stationed in Via del Mascherone, etc..).

So normal unaffected by this treatment resumed its facades and its mimics the basic routine: same thoughts, same attitudes, same game of hide and seek his deepest feelings, even monotony rites of prayer never abolished. But I felt like visiting the world, an alien that act facade and other custom bored.

I was eager to return to my lair to dissect them with the thoroughness of the surgeon, under the coldness of the knife, my mysteries and those of Jesus' life.

Bethlehem, the stripping of Christ, the smell of the stable, the ox and the ass, even the angels singing in the countryside just touched me. I was fascinated by the mystery of the Incarnation itself, the mystery of life in matter, in the flesh. Jesus, an entry point for a deeper mystery, my own mystery, that of my being, my life, my identity. St. Ignatius had to turn in his grave! Instead of contemplating Jesus to associate myself with fervor, I used these tools and I was using God to mold me to the image of an idealized clone of myself.

He was also the mystery of redemption. I had for some time as classified under the category of horror movies bloody presentations of Jesus, his crown of thorns, the close-ups of the nails that pierced his hands, and the sponge that mockingly tried to quench his thirst. It is sin that questioned me, the world's redemption through the sacrifice of blood of the son to his father, the meaning of suffering, death and life after death.

What is death and life after death for those who, in the truth of his conscience to be noted is outside the fold of God?
I turned the contemplation of God's gift to a selfish and petty philosophical reflection on the nonsense of my life. I committed, with the best intentions, a pernicious sacrilege the consecrated hosts to throw the swine. Blasphemy to set myself up to judge the designs of God, master of my fate to God in defiance of its grants. God-Jesus, an object, a mirror of my mysteries. I dug my grave ...

At the speed of lightning, it seemed that the light does not penetrate the depths of my dark lair. I myself sank. And yet, this exercise comforted me.

At the end of the second week I was there, a tightrope all captured by the shape and style to provide training exercises designed by St. Ignatius, barely aware of the threat of imbalance between two abysses, Me and God.

Despite all my efforts, I remained the same. Unlike the snake, aorès seven years old, I could not change my skin, I remained an inveterate rational, facing you, blind to the Other, absolutely unfit to raise the primordial gesture of surrender requirements for my spiritual survival.

I had to take the air out of my cave, I turned round.

Third week The general confession


September 23 - Day 20 Years

I leave the confessional in tears. According to the recommendation of St. Ignatius, I had to make a general confession. I could not contain my pain. All gates of the natural modesty had fallen. It has certainly been noticing in the chapel, but nobody ever refers.

What led me to this state of disrepair? My diary is very talkative on my paths of the third week. It does indicate that the bare fact that I remember like it was yesterday, and the decor of emotions surrounding it.

It is certain that the rigor of my fasting and lack of sleep due to my nocturnal meditations were not strangers to this extraordinary sensitivity.
After inviting us to contemplate the mysteries of God made flesh to save us from our sins, inviting us for St. Ignatius the third week, to insert ourselves in meditating on these mysteries of our sinfulness.
It was not so much revise the list of our accumulated sins nor do the autopsy posthumously, but to examine our attitude or our state of chronic sinner. All in all, to examine the damage concrete that original sin had produced in us.

I had never been very impressed by the dogma of original sin, at least in its childish and fabulous: our first parents, driven out of paradise and their descendants living in condemned suffer and die because of a twisted snake that had prompted them to disobedience of gluttony! A snake that was struggling to pass.

I taught, when necessary, lip, without dwelling on the details of this sin: the apple, nudity discovery, snake, sword of fire kept the garden ... I presented it especially as a narrative expressing one's concept was then the majesty of God, the smallness of man and his natural inability to achieve by itself his dreams of survival and happiness.

Later, I was surprised to learn that the main reason for the reluctance of the Church before the polygenism (hypothesis on the origin of man sustained by some anthropologists) came primarily from its incompatibility with the dogma of original sin already ruled. (Pius XII, Letter "Humani Generis ). Instead of devoting myself to a meditation on the theological truth, as my guide St. Ignatius, I carried my attention instead on my own original sin, on my attitudes toward God and their consequences in course of my existence.

From my childhood I have seen with pleasure, the pleasure of one who, adults, found in his attic toys that have fascinated the few times because I had known before my at Juvénat. I saw with joy on a seafloor spreads, as the azure blue, the three islands that had been my earthly paradises, places and times when God had been very close, come talk to me like in the paradise of our grandparents, Adam and Eve: the Cap-de-la-Madeleine , the Way of the Cross at the top of the stairs to the Good Friday potholed roads and the image of my mother praying before the Blessed Sacrament.

The rest of my encounters with God that brought the calendar with those of the surrounding culture, without reaching a repetition of daily rituals. These rites commanded the same gestures and the same attitudes of robotic submission: milking cows, the string family, the killing of the pig, Lent and Easter on the first Friday of the month, the Sunday Mass ..., the same mechanical had little impact on my quest for God. Their memories were washed away by time in its dungeons.

My unsuccessful quest for the Holy Grail began with my entry Juvénat. Like Jews in the desert, I brought with me a few idols and I made my own golden calves: the Trinitas Beatissima, a doll-icon I coddled and dressed in my own dreams, celebrations Christmas, Easter or Sacred Heart, that I had learned to chew out as the Jews had done before with their golden calf ....

In my work inside my log shows each recollection, to each retreat, a long series of repetitive resolutions unfulfilled, of spells and sacrifices, the smoke never rose above the sky of my navel. It also outlines the incantations repeatedly to large auction of indulgences that God gave me with that missed appointments. In short, repeated attempts to buy with the lotus sacred signs of my destiny.

The few oases: the annual retreats, occasional correspondence, or interviews with my spiritual director, brother Cyprian, a host of substitutes divine that reinforced my determination to continue my journey, no matter what. Stubbornness and harassment of crude to the divine. Jacob's struggle against the Angel, the heroic struggles of Gilgamesh, the all-out search of the Holy Grail, and closer to home, the gold rush. God I wanted to record on my tape, put it in the service of my personality always disappointed its reflections. Knowing that I was the son of God was not enough. A spoiled child, he had every day that the Magi from the east and offer me their presents m'encenser.

The sin of pride, the same who brought down Lucifer. The same that was to sacrilege committed with the requisite recklessness and a few famous people there, including many clergymen who have erected their throne on the tomb of the Servant of Yahweh poor and bare, without communicating to his soul, by downplaying the beams of light emanating from its radiant resurrection.

It does not trap more God that houses the sea in a husk of nuts. Instead of waiting for God who came, I challenged him, instead of welcoming this, I called intrusively, and instead of contemplating, I way with spoils of my being.
All these faults were taking root in the same soil, that of a disordered ambition and self-sufficient, the same that had fed the architects of the Tower of Babel.

I left this meditation in a state of disrepair as I had never known. The announcement of a cancer-free remission would not have more dismayed. All my horizons were closed. Job on his dunghill imploring the coming of the Redeemer.

Fourth week Enlightenment


I'm back from my general confession head bowed, not daring to look at anyone. Leave that followed allowed me to cover my moods of my old mask and back into the routine of my normal facial expressions. A pause after demolition and before reconstruction.

The fourth week urged us to "participate in the experience of the joy of the Risen Jesus."

I returned to my lair after the presentation referred to this last step, instead of my knees, stick me in the forehead on the floor, I opened the shutters of the window overlooking the entrance to the Mother House, I leaned both elbows on the windowsill, and the eyes are connected in periscope, I did a survey at one hundred and eighty degrees, a careful watch for the return of a dove holding in its beak an olive branch to sign a life news.

This dove, I saw emerge in the form of hummingbirds that they aspired thin tube life offered by a bouquet of colorful flowers. Elegance hung a subtle smile to my lips. Then came the birds, plugged into the wall of the Casa, happy as children, before whom is circulated coveted treats.

A car full of brothers dazzled visitors returning from their first trip to the Eternal City.

In the distance, sounds of a celestial harmony came from women who gathered in singing so tasty Pomodori (tomatoes) Italian.

Then I went for a walk in the park where life orchestrating his vibrant sounds. My eyes, armed with new glasses saw it everywhere as the third dimension of a film shot in Cinemascope.

At dinner that followed, my nod to the vertical information that I got my servers to life. Slowly, with the inner awareness of a gourmet, I savored each dish. The words of Jesus: "Man does not live by bread alone" was not taking the austere taste of the fast but of an exquisite pleasure of life.

Several years later, one morning on Mount Sinai (5) I saw the sun renew the creation of the world caught on to a cloud in the sky dark, erect around its rocks of Horeb, the color of ocher and red, enliven the landscape of puppets stealth passage of birds busy repeating throughout the world the message of the dove the olive branch. Discrete lizards glided over cold rocks looking for the best place in the sun. The crowd, silent and invisible, anonymous and gray, had gained the night on the cold, sharp slopes of the highest peaks of the mountain, gradually kindled multicolored shades drew paths through the assembly. Faces of all ages and all races hooded as pilgrims descend upon the sacred mountain, carrying the sacrament of a life that took over every morning and day by day.

So my rebirth to life by instinct took over as the paths of the world's creation.

Soon, by virtue of an indescribable sight set on a fourth dimension, I would receive a discreet presence in this life that every day regenerate our planet. It appeared to me slowly, following the handling of a mysterious "zoom" who knew the track down to the smallest folds, as if it had always been there.

I knew pretty well all the texts of the Gospels that reported multiple realizations of the presence of the risen Jesus after his descent into the underworld of death.

Following Jesus Magister course, my thoughts had convinced me that the resurrection of Jesus was not verifiable historical fact about how the events that mark human history. It is faith that has included this important event in the lineage of the great deeds of mankind, not the parameters the science of history. Submit the fact of the resurrection to the rigor of science, he siphoned his soul. In simple, modern, I was sure that a camera hidden in the tomb of Jesus could not save her or his resurrection from the tomb.

Limit the resurrection of an act of divine power which demonstrated beyond any doubt the superiority of Christianity over other religions seemed like a coffee decaffeinated released all its virtues and all flavor. I also learned, our discussions Coffee Cultural in authentic, that the benefits of the resurrection of Jesus does not just picked as a windfall after death as a reward for the faithful discharge of our duties as Christians.

Baptism we were plunged, as expressed in the ancient rites-the tomb of Jesus to take us to the bridal gown, the chandelier in the resurrection of Jesus.

I knew all that, but it was cut compartmentalized knowledge of the spiritual life, a peasant who continued the grueling autumn plowing with his oxen, while a brand new tractor was sleeping in his shed.

Instead of rehashing the data and learned theological reconvaincre me, phrases like "sperabamus" disciples of Emmaus, the story of visiting the holy women at the tomb, one appearances to the disciples together, and so on. enabled me to see the resurrection as a presence, not that of Jesus and radiant makeup for this parousia as presented in the holy images, but a discreet presence in the heart of human restlessness: the heart of the expectations of Mary Magdalene node in the disappointments of the disciples, the excitement of Peter, Thomas challenges ... Then, the logical consequence of this vision appeared to me as written in letters of fire on the sky of the climb when a cloud came subtract Jesus the eyes of his disciples and two angels without wings told them: "Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking into heaven? "(Acts 1, 9-11). It is on the ground that Jesus is present. His Incarnation did not end with her death, she extended to us the power of his resurrection.

It was key that I introduce myself to lock in all of human existence, that of young and old, beggars and the ignorant, those also of good and evil, birth and death, time and eternity.

Any spark of love between humans, whatever the label affixed to it, be they Arab, miscreants, thieves, prostitutes, any spark of love signed on a daily basis repeatedly, the presence of the risen Jesus and melted all the hopes for survival of our humanity.
I spent the rest of retirement as a cloud hanging with my magnifying telescope in four dimensions. I trained in its use, to refine my view of all being. My new readings of the world relied entirely new interpretations and my history and that of the universe, they drew new scenarios apostolic and justified the fondest hopes. I won I believe it, forever, illuminated by a light you can put it under a bushel.

Veni Creator Spiritus - Come, Creator Spirit
Imple superna gratia - Fill your presence
Quae Creastas pectora you - the hearts of your children.



Click on the picture to hear another version of the hymn Veni Creator

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(1) The most beautiful hymn of Christian liturgy. It was composed by Raban Maure in the ninth century and is normally associated with the Roman Catholic Church .- For more information and the text in Latin and French, cf. Wilkipedia

(2) Song of John Littleton who often appeared on the program of songs in religious professions. A song prayer which marks the availability of the consecrated host to the divine gifts.

(3) Jehoshaphat's brother was the first brother Quebecois was elected superior general Institute. He moved to Rome the general house located in Paradise in France. He installed the Grand Novitiate. Under his leadership, the Institute also knew a great missionary expansion. See The Brothers of the Sacred Heart in Canada by Jean-Claude Ethier SC

(4) Waiting for the Messiah and the fulfillment of the promises that accompanied it was refined during the history of the people of God. King Messiah is the triumph has come to expect the Servant of Yahweh, poor and overwhelmed with opprobrium; milk and honey of the Promised Land became the "Blessed are the poor" of the Sermon on the Mount.
(5) On a trip to Egypt, I had the "tourist attraction" to go watch the sunrise Galarneau upper slopes of Sinai. I was then marked by the strong impression of having witnessed the creation of the world.

retirement had my cataracts removed, the same world view and life as I knew in the fourth week of the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius.
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The chronicle of Jean-Claude

Jean-Claude, my lifelong friend and brother in religion, emeritus member of the group of pioneers Magister de Jesus (1958-61) and called us by name Nabi (prophet), has agreed to draw back of the stage of memoirs, a chronicle that recounts year by year from 1957 to 1970) the evolution of the Brothers of the Sacred Heart located in seven provinces in Canada Community, of which six are located Quebec.

Brother Jean-Claude Ethier SC resident Arthabaska (Victoriaville today), instead of the first home founded by the Brothers of the Sacred Heart in Canada in 1872 and headquarters of the only province since 2002 includes all the Brothers of the Sacred Heart on Canadian soil.

Six years ago, in October 2004, Brother Ethier was publishing "The Brotherhood of the Sacred Heart - Their apostolate in Canada (1900-2004). Brother Ethier knows the small and large history of the Institute. He was assigned to his province (Ottawa) to the two general chapters that have made an important post-conciliar revision of the Rules and Constitutions of the community. For six years he served as provincial superior of the province and district of the Philippines. Subsequently, he participated in the merger of Canadian provinces and, as secretary, tasks succession process and the institutional arrangement of institutions belonging to the community.

He spent nine years as provincial director of Christian education (French sector) for the Assembly of Bishops of Ontario and, from the 1990s, during nine years as national coordinator of Christian education (French sector) for the Conference of Catholic Bishops of Canada.

Still active, brother Jean-Claude serves his community as assistant secretary of the provincial administration. For nine years, he publishes The Link, a weekly newsletter sent to members of his community. In addition, he performs for his community in many translation tasks and writing.

The chronicle of Jean-Claude highlight the major changes in the lives of members of the community from 1957 to 1970 and identify the statistics that mark the evolution of the size of the community during this period.

His life is summed at the last sentence of his book:

Educator of the Faith, a vocation that does not flatten, surely a road take.

Jean-Claude, we'll repeat: "Ad multos annos and faustissimos! as it was in time.
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is the first installment of the Chronicles of Jean-Claude :

CHRONIC
1958-1971
PRELIMINARY

To write this column, I consulted DIRECTORY OF THE INSTITUTE Brothers of the Sacred Heart . It is its source. The number shown will therefore refer. This book is published since the late 1940s to the General House in Rome, Italy.

The scope of my research was limited to the provinces Canadian community who, for the period 1958-1971, were seven in number: the provinces of Arthabaska, Granby, Montreal, Quebec, Rimouski, Sherbrooke and Ottawa.

The things I learned and who formed what I call the "grid" of my study are:

- staff
- Training and studies
- open houses
- the closure of homes
- the missions
- works
- events
- the basic law
- new initiatives
I think exploration, however short, the period 1958-1970 can shed much light on how the brothers have tried to cope with the challenges of "new times", the upheaval brought by the quiet revolution in the traditional areas of mission, fraternal and community life, exercise of authority and spiritual vision.

Jean-Claude Ethier, SC

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DIRECTORY 1957-1958
No. 52
An important


The general chapter held from September 21 to October 6, 1958 resulted in a report on the status of the institute in which it was reported that emerged as major issues during the past six years had elapsed (1952-1958);
- the institute has grown from 11 to 15 provinces
- Number of brothers went from 2428 to 2745
- there was opening of works in five countries: Cameroon, Netherlands, New Caledonia, Ivory Coast, Philippines
- the brothers are moving more towards secondary schools
- youth training, succession is significantly prolonged
- to extend the training of young people has a significant impact on the number of brothers that superiors may assign to the same schools
- we can see a push toward higher education among brothers; an institute of higher education in religious studies has been established: Jesus Magister
- there more and more collaboration between the provinces in studies of young trainees
- Jehoshaphat's brother was elected superior general for a second term

in the seven provinces Canadian
- Television enters houses
- the juniors now have three weeks vacation in their family
- there is closure of nine stations in Quebec and Saskatchewan

previous seven Canadian provinces :

- 1423 professed
- 59 novices
- 912 juniors
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- DIRECTORY 1958-1959
No. 53

In the chronicle of the province Arthabaska community, it is reported that there are 119 brothers who devote themselves in schools, while there are 92 who are assigned to positions either in government or in the training of young aspirants, or community service; also, there are those who are in school or retired. This is very significant.

In the province of Montreal, a sign of changing course, the brothers work in 11 secondary schools and 14 elementary schools.

is stepping up efforts to recruit young high school.

The training environments (nuns, novitiate, seminary) are not as tight as before, where each province had its own organization, we demonstrated flexibility, collaboration, taking into account staff in place, program of study. Youth during the cycle: nuns, novitiate and seminary (formerly in succession in the same place) are often required to travel, not more than one neighborhood to another in the same house but in a training environment, often outside the province to which community they belong.

There were eight closures houses.

In the area of missions, we must add the foundation in the Philippines (already planned) and that of Senegal.

Home Provincial Arthabaska is engaged laity for service in the kitchen.

previous seven Canadian provinces:

- 1432 professed
- 51 novices
- 908 juniors

To be continued ...

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