Hildegarda's personality introduces us to the misty space of legend. Only there can the myths of saints and witches inhabit with the same relevance in our days. Because today a miracle to recover a blind man has the same trickiness as a spell capable of the most feverish infatuation beyond ax deodorant.
The fortune of considering herself a saint more than a witch to end up on the good side of the chronicles historical it may be due to the origins of the character on duty. In Hildegarda's case, she became a saint, although she may well have ended up burned over the fire on duty. Because his inventiveness, creativity, and wild ingenuity did not go well with his time. So nothing better than a good sponsor to not feel his feet scorched in his last seconds in this world for daring to challenge morality and science of that time.
So no one better than Hildegarda to capitalize on an interesting biographical trace as the best of fictional plots ...
Hildegard of Bingen was born in Bermersheim, in southern Germany, in 1098. Frail and ill, the delivery attendants predict that she will not last overnight. But it will survive, and this will be but one of the milestones of its prodigious existence. Since she was little she had visions, and at the age of ten she was confined in a convent. In addition to being a poet, composer, biologist, and mystic, she invented natural medicine and beer as it is made today, and was the first person to write about the female orgasm.
This nun of high birth, whom her thousands of followers would nickname the Sibyl of the Rhine, was in charge of the Bingen monastery; created an order of nuns dressed in white and without a veil, who during prayers danced in circles with flowers in their hair; he rubbed shoulders with the nobility, and risked his life defying the Church and even Emperor Barbarossa.
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