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I do wonder if infused contemplation is just of a “truly negative” nature, because I do remember all the times I had infused contemplation they were of a “super-positive” nature.Affirmative and negative approaches to God are not in conflict with each other or mutually opposed; rather, they are mutually supportive. One is typically brought to the negative way through the affirmative. For this, one need only look to St. John of the Cross - the master of the via negativa - who wrote some of the most affirmative language we might find.
The distinction is that when contemplation proceeds to it’s infused forms … then, by definition, affirmative ways yield to the negative. In this type of contemplation, God is not grasped by our concepts of Him … He is tasted by an experiential encounter which transcends all “images, forms or ideas” of Him.
Using this language, “images, forms and ideas” are the stuff of the affirmative way. Necessary and worthy in their own right.
To illustrate further, using language from the catechism:
The “loving conversation between friends” can be a type of contemplation of the affirmative way. The “I look at Him and He looks at me,” on the other hand, is a type of contemplation that tends toward the negative. And both examples are contemplation in the acquired form … the affirmative leading to the quasi-negative … which then proceeds to the true negative of infused contemplation, God willing.
There is a “flow” to all this that is very difficult to put into words.
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The most extreme actually for me was the first time it happened to me, and it was something totally unexpected and unmerited. It was almost ten years ago when I was kneeling in my room, feeling down about my inability to rise from my habitual sins and languor. I was praying in front of the crucifix hanging at the wall, and I asked God, “Lord, I want to give up to be good, why should I strive when I am always failing? Let me at least feel how much you love me.”
Suddenly a torrent of love went in me. It was so intense, the feeling of how much I was loved, that it felt like liquid ecstatic joy was being poured into me and it was about to drown me, and it felt like I was in that state for many minutes and I was pleading, “Lord, enough! Please, enough Lord, I am going to die!” And just like that, it stopped. I truly still have no idea how long that ecstasy lasted, for it never occurred to me to look at any clock then. I do remember I was crying after all of that. And for days after that I was very good with all of my dealings and prayers, but the zeal subsided. But the memory persists until now, and it is that memory that still drives me on to strive to love God no matter how many times I fail.
The subsequent infused contemplations that I experienced were very few and very far in between (years in fact, although the last ones were just months ago) and of much less intensity, but each and every time were super-affirmations of the mercy and love of God for us all that I have learned over the years.