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Bezig met laden... Meditations with Hildegard of Bingen (1983)door Gabriele Uhlein, Hildegard of Bingen
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Medieval mystic Hildegard of Bingen's timeless writing and divine inspirations invite us to celebrate life and delight in the goodness of creation. Here is an excellent introduction to her words. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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There’s still so much about money I don’t understand.
But yeah: when money is better, I’ll have to rebuy this. I didn’t hate it or even disagree: but I didn’t understand it; like there wasn’t some word or concept that had me running to a search engine, right—but I didn’t feel the vibe. I didn’t vibrate on the same level as I did. My new pastor in his sermon explained my problem perfectly. I was Peter as the Farewell Talk in John gets going, right after Judas leaves. (And man, was I preoccupied about Judas, right. “The children have been betrayed! People aren’t being nice to the children ~~~!!!”). The sermon was about love, and about looking at what gets in the way of love. Vince was all, We all think we know love, right. Nobody reads a book that talks about Jesus and love and the children and everything, sober kindness and decent tenderness and all the rest of it, and throws down their napkin and says, No! I won’t live in a world where we love the children! ~you know? But love is scary and confusing, so we distract ourselves. First Peter asks Jesus which heaven realm he’s booked a cruise on, you know—‘tell me about heaven’. For many of my former-fellows, the Episcopalian et ceteras, this probably takes a modern, tech-y form of, like, Tell us why the dinosaurs died, Jesus. Fix my smartphone if you are the Son of God, and tell me which…. ~you know? But I was new age enlightenment-infused, and so more trad-y in some sense, right. “Will dolphins ever be reborn as Plato? What about Buddha, Jesus? Where can we score his books?” And nothing’s ever Totally Bad, and in effect these are beautiful things: the mind can be beautiful, but used as a substitute for love, to use the mind as avoidance…. It’s vain, you know. It’s caput. Bullshit…. And then, yeah, “Jesus I’ll die…. I’ll sacrifice myself for you, man…. Drive the nails right through my eyeballs….” You know: I’ll sacrifice myself for the poor people, and I’ll inspire all the rich people and all the happy people and all the good people to be nice and right and good to be sacrificed and miserable and proper: AND THEN, things will finally be good for the children, because the candy factory owners won’t be destroying the religion of the flower-children, right….
And that’s basically why, I mean, I shied away from formally impaling love, you know: but it’s like, I couldn’t get anything from it, and when Hildegard talked about love and nature and beauty or whatever she talked about, spirit-beauty and deep, deep love, I was like….
I would stare off into the middle distance and muse, Such strange informations….
There’s not a lot of, “tell me about the Buddha realms, Jesus” or “crush the candy factory owners, Jesus”, in Hildegard, you know: any more than she was plotting with the religious people to get the other religious people strung up, you know, like…. Well, like the bloody Church from the conversion of Europe, until…. I mean, I guess after a thousand years, give or take a few centuries, it kinda got attenuated, you know: the burnings and the killings, right…. Some people aren’t even afraid to look foolish to such an extent that they’ll say it wasn’t such a permissible thing, right, to be so persecutory and mind-bomb-y…. And you know, not to end on a negative note, but the right looks at that and says: But maybe if the Muslims start a nuclear war…. (shakes head sadly) Won so many wars for Jesus: but can I say we’ve won a ~Nuke~ war….
And yeah: then there are also people like me, up until I guess less than a year ago, who are almost making progress, almost doing all they can, but for whom love is a word hidden in untranslatable runes, carefully hidden beneath Freya’s dressing-table, right….
(shrugs) I’ll have to buy this book again. I’m pretty sure it will stay in print.