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What would you like to know about this tutor? Her name is Elisabeth Dutton and she is an English Fellow at Oxford University. Her two main research interests are pre-Shakespearean drama (medieval and early reformation) and medieval mystical and devotional writings. She’s written extensively on Julian of Norwich, as well as another medieval mystic called Hadjewich. She’s not a theologian, so her knowledge of mysticism doesn’t come from that background, but she does have a very creative and sensitive understanding of mysticism. She’s Presbyterian but knows about Catholic saints due to the mysticism interest and because her husband had been training as a Jesuit when he met her.Hi, J et P,
I’d be interested in hearing more about the university teacher.
I haven’t ever heard voices really, except for the occasional ‘voice that doesn’t make any sound’ if that makes any sense.
What I mean by the Biblical imagery is that, in that first really intense experience, there was a bit towards the end where I got three images, very common images. They probably don’t sound like much for people reading them in words. It was the quality of them that made the difference.
The first was the image of a giant hand and some grains of sand. I didn’t ‘hear’ any words, but I got the message that God really, really does know each grain of sand individually.
The second was similar. I ‘saw’ the top of my head, and understood that God really, really does know exactly how many hairs I’ve got on my head.
The third was an image of a huge pair of hands. They were suspended in the illuminated darkness of eternity and infinity, of forever. Above the pair of hands I was suspended in this place too (although, I did not see any image of myself – I’m not sure if that part is what St. Teresa of Avila calls an ‘intellectual’ vision. Does she mean when you ‘see’ something, but you don’t see any image?). The message I received was that, no matter what anything ever looks like in future, no matter how bad things look like they are, I am always suspended right above those hands.
I can’t tell you the impact of these pictures upon me because I can’t convey the quality of the experience. All I can say is that the things I saw in that first experience were more TRUE than my whole life, than the whole world. Soon after I came out of it, I thought to myself that the Truth in that experience is more true than the sight of my own hand, more solid and real than my whole personal history, more true to me than that I know what my name is.
I don’t know if I am Catholic enough for this website either, but it is the first one I’ve ever found where people seem to be genuinely interested in these things, and where their responses have genuinely helped me.
I don’t know if I know how to message, and my computer is really playing up now. I take it to the shop all the time. Now I have taken to giving it a good shake to get it to work. That seems to be successful so far.
Please let me know more about the university teacher if you feel okay about that. Perhaps you should use the Private Message thingie if that is appropriate.
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She has pastoral duties at Oxford as well as academic ones and so I went to her for welfare help. She ended up looking after me for a whole academic year. She was staging some medieval mystery plays about the Nativity and later on, some Passion plays. I told her I heard voices and she was very understanding and provided a safe environment in which I could talk about my voices and religious experiences. She took very good care of me and we developed a strong Christian friendship