It is odd how obsessive these masculines are with the innocence and purity of the world. They aren’t obsessed because of love they feel for the living, they are obsessed because their “system” requires, and is fed by, human sacrifice. They are astral stalking people to find the greatest light and power sources.
God said this is the end of their relationship with batteries. I hope they stop with their stalking of us soon. It is disheartening, listening to them 24/7 talking about unaliving folks, trapping them with proper words of love, and marriage contracts, or promises of such which never manifest, but instead, folks wind up ded.
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These entities keep talking about “compensation”, as if the Soul of a Human Being has a price upon it. They cannot compensate for the lost ones, those who were consumed. They cannot compensate for the many centuries of suffering, of working to push that love up the mountain only to have them knock us down again, and take credit for getting that pretty bundle of love up to the top, stealing our rewards, our honor. They cannot compensate for the “intention” they had and have, of burning us alive, of exterminating us. They cannot compensate for their bad behaviors and willful terrorism upon the children.
They need to leave. Just go away. Let the original, organic people have their Sacred Space so they can heal from the damage that has been done. The traffickers need to get out of the House, that curator and his friends. This is not a “human” candy store full of delicacies for consumption.
God said this is the end of their relationship with batteries. They won’t be consuming the life force of humanity any longer. They are “concentrating” and pushing thoughts that are not your own, then coming to “offer opportunity” knowing full well they do not have anything to offer. They just need someone who “does” have something to offer, to do a thing, to become trapped, by agreeing to do a thing.
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I heard the adversary complaining about the War Lord.
AI Overview Yehoshua (Joshua) bin Nun was the biblical leader who succeeded Moses, commanding the Israelites in a seven-year military campaign to conquer Canaan (c. 1355–1245 BCE). As a warrior-prophet, he led the conquest of 31 kings, including the destruction of Jericho, and divided the land among the twelve tribes.
Key Aspects of Yehoshua as a Warrior Leader:Military Leadership: He led the Israelites in a series of strategic battles across central, southern, and northern Canaan. Divine Support: Battles, such as at Jericho and against the Amorites, are depicted as being won through divine intervention, including the sun standing still. Conquest and Division: Following the military campaigns, he overseen the division of the land among the Twelve Tribes. Legacy: Known for unwavering obedience to God, he served as a bridge between the wandering in the desert and the settlement in the Promised Land.
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I was in a dream and heard a masculine unseen, who was prepping his bride for sacrifice say, “Sometimes all a man has to offer is his wife.” Then he stuck a knife in her. He is no man.
Anyone who offers the life of his wife and children before offering his own, is no man. He ought to be removed from the position of guardian, and foundational keeper.
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Everything coming out of the fake masculine is a lie. The children deserve a world where the fathers (or the he/she mothers) won’t be r*ping them, eating them, draining them of their corpuscles and life-force. The children deserve a world where they won’t have their minds manipulated and their little bodies torn apart by brutalizing liars and thieves wanting to ravage their Soul, all while speaking “proper words”, all while presenting themselves as a “mother and father”, made in the image of Mother Father God Most High.
These mutations have defiled the image of God. They have used the “made in the image of”, that powerful body, to “man handle” and torture the Mother and Child … and unfortunately, the Men who would not conform to their attempt to gender switch them.
This curator insists “she need the medicine.” He is a liar. He has been creating false stories of people for centuries, then convicting them of the lie, and using the lie as excuse to harvest the Earth Angelic “merchandise”.
Anyone asking this turd what the truth is, is just an idiot. What that cow once knew, he only knew because he had trapped and r*ped the mind of an actual Source Connected Angel. He’s a nothing, a no-body, who has the whole world of life-pirates, lining up to “do business”.
May the creator “arrest” his soul, if he has one, and learn him some lessons. A’ho. Amen. Wado.
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Vision: I saw what appeared to be Heaven on the left. Beautiful, soft colors reminding me of clouds. Reminded me of the “Realm of Trine”. To the right (my right, their left) there was a building but what stood out was the giant door with a huge Ankh symbol on it.
A couple weeks ago there was something about the “Prodigal Son”, and what is good for the Crown is good for the Root.
Truth be known, if the root isn’t strong, stability, temperance, cannot be had nor can a Crown be gained.
The “Tree of Life” is rooted firmly in shadow and crowned in the light. What is “good for the crown” the treetops, is “good for the Root”, holding us firmly in Temperance … yielding to the pressure of the storm, and gently moving back when it’s time, bending without breaking.
Uninvited guests in the middle realm, those invasive species, bark Beatles, have chewed on many trees destroying the bridge between crown and root, siphoning the life out of it.
What is very nice about Crown and Root is one is not above the other. They are right next to each other, working symbiotically to maintain temperance in the middle ground. Firm.
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This curator and his collection of mad scientist’s poisoned the air, the waters, the foods … and all of life. They insist it is their “medicines” that bring them homeostasis, therefore, they “own” the value of the Soul.
They pre-meditatively poisoned everyone. Those that did not dye right away were put on medicines and were told it was “health” care … when those “medicines” masked symptoms, while continuing to poison the body, the Temple housing Spirit and Soul.
They believe that purposefully poisoning people gives them the right to harvest the Value of a Soul. This is not just individual theft, it is theft from the Star Nation Soul Tribe as well, AND violation for they use this Soul as connector and bridge into their domain in order to bring havoc and chaos.
They steal from this Star Nation Soul Tribe the Value of their Family Member who has earned initiation and ascension rewards. They have been siphoning this wealth by deceitfully convicting people and taking it, for centuries.
They see the Divine Humans who have received blessings as “their inheritance”. They themselves did not qualify. They are targeting those Golden Lights in the night with masturbation dreams, which are not dreams at all. It is a direct offense against the sexxuality and inheritance of a Divine Being.
I pray every single sexxual attempt to harvest a Divine Being, especially covertly, deceitfully … it is Spiritual R*pe …. call it what it is. A severe Universal Violation against the Soul of a Star Nation.
I’m hearing the accusation, “They violated her sexxuality.” AND … her Sacred Union and Connections granted her by the Most High!!! They violated a Divine Connection, and they violated the Gifts that have been gifted to a whole new Family.
It appears there are consequences for greed and astrally violating others at this time.
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The “priests” are coming out of the walls to “speak” words of disapproval now. Of course, they want to try and “prove” these uncoverings of their nasty jerk off business in the night are “false”.
One masculine, a self professed priest according to his title, said under my most recent video, I would have known the “real” from the “fake” if I were of the Light.
Let me tell you something priests …. if you feel you are of the Light and that makes jerking off over a woman as she sleeps ok, because you see yourself as light, you are mistaken.
Reality is … if you are coming into a woman’s house uninvited, seen or unseen, to violate, and r*pe her sexxual energy, to “harvest” her womb, whether you think you are light or think you are dark … you are in offender mode.
No one gave you permission to harvest this womb. No one invited you to share in this home, house, temple, energy, womb, space, life ….. how is it you can try and defend this violation by calling yourself “light”?
Is it normal for priests to do these things? Are women supposed to think an invisible “lover” is fine and to object to such a thing makes it truly her fault for seeing it as an offense?
Projectionist vampiric energy harvesting violators hiding behind the title of priest. Accusing a woman of seeing his offense as “dark”, saying it is her fault, she is of the dark, because she cannot recognize his light? As he is “from an invisible space” violating her womb? Without even showing his face? Introducing himself?
We Divine Beings have already United in the Spirit. What you are doing with this Magical Harvesting is a Direct Violation against this Union. You dare to say these in Union do not recognize each others energy?
I am so sick of these religious, energy harvesting trespassers of private homes and spaces!! They try to cast the illusion it is “Jesus” being your lover, therefore it is a “priviledge”. These guys are sick and twisted!
They feel “medicine” gives them the right to violate the sacral of people.They say if she lives alone, they can do whatever they want with her.
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A priest literally is trying to generate the illusion that unseen lovers are “Jesus” and its a blessing to be sexxually molested as you sleep by “him”. These vampires have created a story line for everything, I tell ya. He accused me of being dark because I could not recognize the “light” of the violation.
We Divine Beings have already United in the Spirit. What you are doing with this Magical Harvesting is a Direct Violation against this Union. You dare to say these in Union do not recognize each others energy?
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These nasty, invisible harvesters of the sacral of others think they can do whatever they want. If a beautiful young woman lives alone and lives a lovingly single, and pure life, they think they have a right to do whatever they want with her energy.
She has been fostering greatness within her womb/sacral, in her energy, bringing it potency so when she offers herself to another, that potency will also create a beautiful, potent child.
These unseen nasty’s violate and take that energy from an unseen space before she can even offer it to her love. They violate and weaken that purity in the dream space with dream lovers and masturbation dreams and simply “pulling” the essence from the womb while she sleeps.
All of it I’ve experienced, as have many others. It is truth. They use this energy, and the targets energy signature, to do magic, sometimes baneful magic, and the creator of that energy signature is then “blamed” and “shamed”.
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Sometimes we have to walk the edge of the blade, to see wrong from right.
Some were born on a Day of Flint … Day 1 is Jaguar, Day 13 is Death.
The Alpha and Omega are happening now, it seems. “The first shall be last and the last shall be first” takes on a bit of a different ring when I consider this.
Those who did mental magic over others are having nightmares. The curators guide said, “My condolences.” About the Mother(s), they were told that “She is necessary. She’s a Planetary Stabilizer. She’s a healer and she needs her energy to heal the planet.” They complain that she is incapable.
They were siphoning her/their essence! I heard they were taking 50% … and the world suffered. They “took away her/their opportunity” to prove capability, and spun the lie she/they had failed.
Liars and thieves are trying to fool their way into the territory. They are being coached to “narrow their answers”, to say as little as possible in order to make it thru the gate. They need to get their spies in.
“Do the deed”, one of them said. They say, “She has the strength” but they don’t like her attitude. Some of these nasty’s are smitten, but not with the female herself, but with her “power” and what they can accomplish with it. They think of her as “their inheritance”.
Apparently, the Planetary Stabilizer doesn’t want to do business with slavers. They are furious and are trying to get into the territory to harvest the collective Families Soul and Spiritual Gifts. It is mandatory they be respectful toward this woman. They are furious and say, “It’s ‘just’ a woman!” Their foul disrespect of the Life-Giver has earned them banishment from the Mother’s House … forever. They threaten, “They’ll be back.”
There is something about “collection”. They are complaining that “They gave her everything.” They are angry, saying, “She’s destroying everything they’ve built, everything they have done here.”
These men are talking about a “dispatch unit”. Apparently, they are just now finding out someone had a hidden agenda.
They mentioned the Taliban. They’re really upset. They mentioned the Islamics. Apparently, they are, too.
It sounds as if they were told, “Their tribe had proven themselves an enemy. Their whole tribe had proven their intent for this family. None of them are going to be served by this family.”
Divine Masculine is pissed! Saying these nasty jacks had been stealing their true Divine Feminine at the crossroads, forbidding them entry through the gate, and sticking them with a replacement. They are very upset!
They’re being held accountable for everything they put into the mirrors of anyone in this family. The distortions. There is no more “collaboration” with these ones.
“You are one in a million.” Some hidden nasty is offering a million dollars to anyone who can obtain this one in a million essence and identity. One of them is saying he doesn’t want to to this. He’s warning the others that there will be bad karma. Something about the “top of the hill”.
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“The Hopi have a legend called the rise of the Kuchina. Each age had its turn, based on the four ears of corn… white, yellow, black (or blue) and red. The First Nations chose the red corn. It was the smallest, but also the last ear of corn left. The message: the first will be last, and the last will be first comes to mind. This time was foretold and coming true.
To bring peace, the First Nations co-mingled with the other nations, so in reality, none of the bloodlines would be lost. Creator Spirit in wisdom understands it all.”
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They want to be ‘king of the hill’ by redrumming the Woman who made it to the top. They want to take out her Protector too. He’s got a big job here … I am grateful their Family is very Powerful, Quite Capable of Managing this circumstance. May the Most High Mother Father provide a Mighty Shield. A’ho. Amen. Wado.
It’s so wild!!! They want to be ‘king of the hill’ by destroying, or absorbing, the identities of the Magistrate and her Protector. That also means they will need to destroy the Most High Mother Father and the entirety of the two tribes who have brought these two beings together. They speak as if she is alone and he is weak. They have always thought that.
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There is something about a “plasma accelerator” and “atmospheric pressure” and “it won’t affect those who are righteous.”
I do not know if they are all related, or if these are separate things, but it appears God is laying some kind of plasma, frequency trap.
Eleven-year-old Lily Mae Tucker went into labor on January 9, 1916, in the middle of winter. She had been married for seven months to Elias Tucker, a sixty-two-year-old man, and by the time her contractions began she already understood one brutal fact about her life: she was on her own. As the pain worsened, Lily cried out for help from inside the house, but Elias refused to come. He told her that childbirth was “women’s business” and that he did not intend to watch or assist. When her cries became too loud for his liking, he ordered her to leave the house entirely.
After eighteen hours of labor, exhausted and terrified, Lily crawled from the house to the barn, fifty yards away, because she had nowhere else to go. There, alone on the frozen dirt floor, she gave birth to a baby girl. There was no midwife, no family, no comfort. Lily cut the umbilical cord with a shard of broken glass she found in the dirt. She wrapped the newborn in her own dress because there was nothing else, then lay there holding her child, shaking from cold and fear, crying quietly so she would not be heard. Lily’s own mother had died years earlier. No one had ever explained childbirth to her. She did not know whether what she had done was normal or whether she had made a terrible mistake. She only knew she was eleven years old and suddenly responsible for another life.
Lily named her daughter Ruth.
Lily herself had been sold into marriage at the age of ten. Her father had accepted fifty dollars and a cow from Elias Tucker and handed his daughter over as property. Lily became pregnant almost immediately. By eleven, she was both a child and a mother. In that freezing barn, holding Ruth against her chest, Lily felt something new and overwhelming—love so intense it frightened her. She made herself a promise there on the floor: whatever happened to her, Ruth would never be sold the way she had been.
For the next eight years, Lily lived under Elias’s control. He was violent and cruel, and Lily endured daily harm that no child should ever experience. Through it all, she focused on one thing—protecting Ruth. She kept Ruth away from Elias whenever she could. She taught her daughter to read using a worn Bible she found. At night, Lily whispered stories about a different world, one where girls were not traded, where they were allowed to grow up safely. To Ruth, her mother seemed unbreakable. Lily was only nineteen years old, but she had survived eight years of marriage and kept her daughter safe.
In 1924, Elias announced that he had arranged Ruth’s future. Ruth was eight years old. A fifty-seven-year-old man from a neighboring county had offered seventy-five dollars, and Elias had accepted. The marriage would take place the following month.
When Lily heard this, something inside her shattered. Everything she had endured, every blow, every night of fear, had been for one reason—to spare Ruth this fate. She knew she could not allow it. That night, after Elias fell asleep, Lily woke her daughter and told her they were leaving. She packed a small bundle of clothes and food, climbed out the window with Ruth, and began walking through the darkness toward the home of a cousin Lily had not seen since childhood. It was fifteen miles away, but Lily believed that someone—anyone—might help them.
At dawn, Elias realized they were gone and rode after them on horseback. He caught up just three miles from the cousin’s house. He grabbed Ruth and tried to pull her onto the horse. Lily fought him with everything she had—scratching, screaming, refusing to let go. Elias struck Lily in the head with his rifle. She fell to the ground and did not rise again.
Ruth screamed as Elias reached for her once more, but she bit his hand and ran. She ran toward the house ahead, ran without looking back, even though her mother lay bleeding in the road behind her.
Ruth reached the house, and Lily’s cousin, Sarah, rushed outside. She found Lily unconscious, her skull fractured. A doctor was summoned, but there was nothing he could do. Lily woke once. When she did, her first words were not about her pain, but about her daughter.
“Is Ruth safe?” she asked. “Did he take her?”
Sarah told her the truth: Ruth was safe. Elias had fled. Ruth would not be married. Lily smiled—a real smile, the first Sarah had ever seen on her face—and said, “Good. That’s all that matters.” Lily died thirty minutes later. She was nineteen years old.
Ruth Tucker lived until 1998. She never married, saying she could not after what had happened to her mother. Instead, she became a teacher, helped women escape abusive marriages, and spent decades advocating against child marriage. She adopted a child in the 1950s and raised her with the safety and dignity Lily had fought for.
At Ruth’s funeral, her daughter spoke of the grandmother she had never met: a child who gave birth alone, who endured years of suffering, who ran into the night to save her daughter, and who died making sure that one little girl would not be sold.
“My grandmother was eleven when she became a mother,” she said. “She was nineteen when she died protecting her child. She spent every year in between doing everything she could to keep my mother safe. She was a child who saved her child. That is what love looks like. That is what courage looks like.”
Now it makes sense. Weak men don’t want strong women.
Why step up, improve, or take responsibility when there’s always someone willing to accept the bare minimum—and defend you while you stay exactly who you are?
A woman with standards feels “difficult.” A woman with boundaries gets labeled “crazy.” A woman who expects effort is suddenly “too much.”
Let’s be honest—strong women aren’t the problem. They’re just inconvenient for men who don’t want to grow.
So no, you don’t want a “real woman.” You want someone easy to manipulate, easy to silence, and grateful for scraps.
” Let difficulty transform you, and it will. In my experience, we just need help in learning how not to run away. ” 💫 – Perma Chodron
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“Don’t power walk. Saunter slowly in the sun, eating chocolate, and carry a blanket so you can take a nap.” ~ SARK
Mantra :: This is a journey – not a sprint – so I take breaks and reward myself along the way.
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Sure, I could imagine the worse case scenario and try to prepare for it. I prefer however to use my skills of imagination, my inner vision, to generate future details which bring joy to my world. Not to say one shouldn’t be prepared.
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I can think whatever I want without interference. They don’t get to crowd my present moment any longer. So refreshing!!
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People might question how I did it, what techniques do I use. I simply reply, resilience and perseverance. Sometimes inner fortitude is all that works.
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In the forest, when all goes silent, it’s the animals waiting to determine if predator is present, or just nature doing its thing.
Similarly, when all goes silent in the world, you can be certain the real danger is near, or the true bringer of change has arrived.
Pay attention.
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Seems the norm in this world is to “challenge” people.
I’ve been called challenger and adversary, with no intention of entering the game.
I’m here for expansion and knowledge, thank you very much.
She wrote that women’s souls could speak directly to God without priests—so the Church burned her alive for heresy.
Paris, June 1, 1310.
In the Place de Grève, a woman was led to the stake. Marguerite Porete, accused of heresy, had spent over a year imprisoned, refusing to answer the Inquisition’s questions or defend herself before judges she didn’t recognize as having authority over her soul. Witnesses later described her calm demeanor—no screaming, no begging for mercy, no recantation. She faced the flames with a serenity that unnerved her executioners.
She died for writing a book that claimed a soul could unite so completely with divine love that it transcended the need for Church hierarchy, sacraments, or ecclesiastical mediation. The Church couldn’t tolerate that claim—especially from a woman.
Marguerite Porete was born in the late 13th century in Hainaut (modern-day France/Belgium border region). Little is known about her early life, but she became part of the Beguine movement—communities of lay religious women who lived together in prayer and work without taking formal monastic vows.
Beguines occupied a complicated space in medieval Christianity. They weren’t nuns bound by convent rules, but they weren’t ordinary laywomen either. They lived religious lives outside institutional Church control—which made Church authorities nervous.
Marguerite was educated, literate, and theologically sophisticated—unusual for a woman of her time.
Sometime in the late 13th century, she wrote “The Mirror of Simple Souls” (Le Mirouer des simples âmes) in vernacular Old French rather than Latin.
Writing theology in the vernacular was itself significant. Latin was the language of Church authority—using French made theology accessible to ordinary people, particularly women who hadn’t learned Latin.
But it was the book’s content that proved dangerous.
The Mirror of Simple Souls describes a mystical journey where the soul progressively lets go of attachments, ego, and even virtues until it reaches “annihilation”—complete dissolution into divine love. This “annihilated soul” becomes so united with God that it no longer needs:
Church sacraments Moral rules Priestly mediation Fear of sin Virtuous acts done out of obligation
Because the soul is completely aligned with divine will, it acts naturally from love rather than from external commands.
Marguerite wrote in dialogue form, with characters including “Love,” “Reason,” “The Soul,” and “Holy Church the Little” (institutional Church) versus “Holy Church the Great” (the mystical body of all souls united with God).
Crucially, she distinguished between institutional Church authority and direct divine relationship. “Holy Church the Little”—the hierarchy, rules, and priests—was necessary for beginners on the spiritual path. But advanced souls could transcend it through complete union with God. This was explosive theology.
The Church’s authority rested on being the necessary mediator between humans and God.
Sacraments administered by priests were required for salvation. Confession, penance, Church law—all of this presumed that people needed institutional guidance.
Marguerite was saying: at the highest spiritual level, you don’t need any of that. The soul united with God transcends institutional authority. Church authorities saw this as dangerous heresy. It suggested that mystics could claim direct divine authority superior to Church hierarchy. It implied that someone in mystical union might be beyond sin or moral law—a heresy called “antinomianism. “And it was especially threatening coming from a woman.
The Church insisted women needed male spiritual authority—priests, confessors, bishops—to guide them. A woman claiming direct divine relationship without male mediation challenged the entire gender hierarchy of medieval Christianity.
Around 1296-1306, Marguerite’s book was condemned by the Bishop of Cambrai. It was publicly burned, and she was warned to stop teaching her ideas. Marguerite ignored the warning. She continued circulating the book and discussing her theology. She sent copies to theologians and Church authorities seeking approval, but also continued teaching despite the prohibition.
This defiance was crucial. She had multiple opportunities to submit to Church authority, burn her book, recant her teachings, and avoid execution. She refused every time. Why? Because she believed—genuinely, deeply—that her mystical experience and theological understanding came directly from God. No earthly authority, not even the Church, could invalidate that divine relationship.
In 1308, she was arrested in Paris. The Inquisition began proceedings against her. During her imprisonment (which lasted over a year), she refused to cooperate with the trial. She wouldn’t answer questions. She wouldn’t defend herself. She wouldn’t acknowledge the tribunal’s authority to judge her spiritual state. Her silence was deliberate and theological.
She believed the judges—bound by “Holy Church the Little”—couldn’t understand the mystical theology of souls who’d reached union with God. Answering them would be pointless.
The Inquisition found her guilty of heresy. They declared her a “relapsed heretic”—someone who’d been warned before and persisted in error. The penalty for relapsed heresy was death by burning.
On June 1, 1310, Marguerite was led to the Place de Grève in Paris. Accounts describe her facing execution with remarkable calm—no terror, no last-minute recantation, no screaming as the flames rose. Observers noted this serenity. Some interpreted it as demonic possession keeping her from repenting. Others saw it as proof she’d achieved the mystical state she’d written about—transcendence of fear through complete union with divine love.
Marguerite Porete became one of the first women burned for heresy by the Inquisition in Paris. Her execution was meant to be a warning: women who claimed spiritual authority independent of Church hierarchy would be silenced permanently.
But her book survived. Copies circulated anonymously throughout the 14th and 15th centuries. Because Marguerite’s name was suppressed (she was executed as a heretic), the book was copied without author attribution. Monks, mystics, and scholars read it for centuries without knowing a woman had written it. Some copies attributed it to male authors.
The mystical theology was considered so sophisticated that people assumed a man must have written it.
In 1946, scholar Romana Guarnieri finally proved that Marguerite Porete was the author. The evidence included trial records and manuscript traditions connecting the condemned book to The Mirror of Simple Souls.
Suddenly, a text that had influenced Christian mysticism for centuries was recognized as written by a woman burned for heresy.
Modern scholars recognize The Mirror as a masterpiece of mystical theology. Its influence can be traced in later mystics including Meister Eckhart (who faced similar accusations of heresy).
Marguerite’s theology anticipated ideas that would later appear in Protestant Reformation critiques of institutional Church authority and in modern mystical and contemplative traditions.
Her story matters because: She claimed spiritual authority as a woman: In an era when women were required to be spiritually subordinate to men, she insisted her mystical experience gave her theological insight. She challenged institutional religious power: She distinguished between institutional authority and divine relationship—a distinction that threatened Church hierarchy. She refused to recant: Given multiple chances to save herself by submitting to Church authority, she chose death over betraying her spiritual convictions.
She was right about mystical theology: Modern understanding of contemplative spirituality recognizes the validity of much of what she taught. Her work survived despite suppression: Burning her body didn’t destroy her ideas—they circulated for centuries, eventually vindicated.
The tragedy is that Marguerite was executed for theology that, in different contexts or coming from a man, might have been tolerated or even celebrated.
Male mystics like Meister Eckhart taught similar ideas and, while investigated, weren’t executed. Her gender made her dangerous in ways male mystics weren’t. A woman claiming to transcend priestly authority threatened both religious and gender hierarchies simultaneously.
To Marguerite Porete: You wrote that the soul united with God needs no intermediary—and the Church killed you for threatening their monopoly on salvation. You refused to recant even when recantation would have saved you. You chose death over betraying your mystical experience and theological convictions. Your silence before the Inquisition wasn’t weakness—it was theological statement. You didn’t recognize their authority to judge what you knew through direct divine union. You faced the flames with the serenity you’d written about—the transcendence of fear through complete surrender to divine love. They burned your body. They tried to erase your name. They suppressed your book. But your words survived. For centuries, they circulated anonymously, influencing mystics who didn’t know a woman had written them. When scholars finally proved you were the author, your genius was undeniable. You were right about mystical union. You were right that souls can experience God directly. You were right that love transcends institutional authority. The Church that executed you eventually had to acknowledge the validity of mystical theology like yours. The ideas they burned you for are now recognized as legitimate contemplative spirituality. You died for claiming women’s spiritual authority. For insisting divine love was greater than ecclesiastical power. For refusing to let priests mediate your relationship with God. That claim cost you your life. But it couldn’t be silenced. Your voice, speaking across seven centuries, still insists: the soul united with Love needs no permission to speak directly to God. They couldn’t burn that truth. And they couldn’t burn your courage.