My course is set for an uncharted sea.
Bonus mysticism round, from the Wiki on Mechthild von Magdeburg:
“What is unusual about her writings is that she composed her work in middle low German at a time when most wisdom literature was composed in Latin. Thus she is remembered as an early proponent and popularizer of German as a language worthy of the divine and holy. Mechthild’s writing is exuberant and emotional: her descriptions of her visions are filled with passion. Her images of Hell are believed by some scholars to have influenced Dante Alighieri when he wrote The Divine Comedy, and Mechthild is thought to have been represented by Dante in that work, in the character of Matelda. However, there is no substantial evidence for this and there are important differences in Dante’s conception of Hell.”
Odin isn’t gonna slugfest with you. He could. But that isn’t the Allfather’s style. Odin saw you coming last year, and he made his countermoves to what you’re doing right now a week and a half ago. For guys like him, fights are what happen when you fail to win with real power—knowledge and forethought.Jim Butcher (via tricksterling)
God speaks, delighted in his new love: “Look how she who has wounded Me has risen!” She comes, he marvels,
…racing like a hunted deer
to the spring which is Myself.
She comes soaring like an eagle
God speaks, delighted in his
new love: “Look how she who has wounded Me has risen!”
Swinging herself from the depths
Up into the heights.
God is once again the spring, the minne-flut or “torrent of love” that pours out of the Trinity, and the soul is a thirsty deer. He sees that his beloved is carrying something and asks what it is. She keeps him in suspense, though, playful and riddlesome as the conventions of courtly love would have her be: “Lord! I bring Thee my treasure.”
It is greater than the mountains,
Wider than the world,
Deeper than the sea,
Higher than the clouds,
More glorious than the sun,
More manifold than the stars,
It outweighs the whole earth!”
God replies, in a form of gallantry transposed, once again, from the language of the court. He flatters her, not by praising her lips or eyes, but by perceiving in her a reflection of the Holy Trinity:
"O thou! image of My Divine Godhead,
Ennobled by My humanity,
Adorned by My Holy Spirit,
What is thy treasure called?”
Her answer comes, but with it another question:
"Lord! it is called my heart’s desire!
I have withdrawn it from the world,
Denied it to myself and all creatures,
Now I can bear it no longer.
Where, O Lord, shall I lay it?”
That desire should have weight and substance is an astonishing proposition. That it is our greatest wealth, even more. But this is what mystics have always told us: desire is the human being’s most precious resource, and when we spend it heedlessly, we lose forever what it would otherwise purchase—nothing less than union with our own truest self.Carol Flinders' commentary on Mechthild of Magdeburg's The Flowing Light of the Godhead.
Mechthild had struggled at length before she had consented to write in her own voice, having to battle, first, the feelings of presumptuousness all mystics encounter when they try to translate their experiences into words and, second, the knowledge that as a woman she would be opening herself to criticism for writing at all, about anything whatever. It has been suggested that her decision to write and accept the consequences inspired … [other] visionaries to break their own silences.Carol Flinders, Enduring Grace
Submitting to the power of Love, she has lost her sovereignty. Interestingly, her Beloved has also: “You are the downfall,” God had said to the human soul, “and failure of my power.”
“I will make myself a Bride who shall greet Me with her mouth and wound Me with her glance. Then first will love begin.” The very suggestion that the Trinity was unstable enough to be “struck asunder” startles us, as does the notion that God himself, the allpowerful Father/King/Judge, might have chosen to subject himself to Love’s power.
“Before the world was I longed for thee; I long for thee and thou for Me. When two burning desires come together then is love perfected!” (7.16).
(commentary by Carol Flinders, in Enduring Grace)
The frightening thing is that, like most of their other campaigns against women, they see themselves as just warriors fighting for what’s right. This is primarily because they firmly believe that any woman who speaks up on women’s issues is completely disingenuous and only doing it for the purposes of self-promotion, and that any man who does is looking to get laid, because they actually cannot possibly imagine a scenario in which someone would genuinely give a shit about women.
Members of this board, as well as “Men’s Rights Activists” in general, tend to go apoplectic at even the most mild implications that women might be human beings. For them, this is simply “not allowed” and must be punished swiftly and severely, as they appear to believe that feminism is the one obstacle in the way of all these pathetic neckbeards getting their pick of supermodel girlfriends who obey their every whim. The goal is to make it as uncomfortable to speak out about misogyny and women’s issues as possible, which is why they go to the wall in terms of harassing women like Emma Watson. At the end of the day, this is the crux of it. It would be sad if it weren’t so vile.
Because of course she was.