I also heard a story about Gertrude of Helfta, a fifteenth century nun who had a vision that she was in a deep valley of despair, and Christ hovered above her; he then lowered down a long, thin golden tube, "like a drinking straw," down which he issued "many pleasant things" to her. Then, eventually, he sucked her up through the straw into heaven. She wrote (or at least, I think it was her - my notes are a little vague on this) that she wished that she could be disassembled for god; that her veins be woven into a little dress for the Christ child, and her blood drained to be his bathwater. Oh my god, the middle ages, THERAPY.
In context, Toft is a committed student of the middle ages
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:16 am (UTC)You kind of had to be there. And I really wasn't.
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:23 am (UTC)And I thought the "Jesus-is-my-boyfriend" music was bad now....
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:24 am (UTC)insanitymetaphor going on...(no subject)
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Date: 2009-12-12 03:11 pm (UTC)Aztec gods, yes. Baby Jesus? Urm...
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:06 pm (UTC)Seriously, most of those medieval saints were doing some heavy-duty drugs...