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Visions of Another World: Medieval Near-Death Experiences

By Mark Patton

The Pagan Greeks and Romans had low expectations of the afterlife, if, indeed, they had any expectation of it at all (Epicureans believed that this life was all there was). "Say not a word in Death's favour," the ghost of Achilles tells Odysseus. "I would rather be a paid servant in a poor man's house than king of kings among the dead." The Emperor Hadrian, a man who knew that the Senate would declare him a god, nonetheless did not expect to be dining with Jupiter after his death. "My soul, my pleasant soul and witty," he wrote, "the guest and companion of my body, into what place, now, all alone, naked and sad wilt thou be gone? No mirth, no wit, as heretofore, nor jests wilt thou afford me more."

Christianity bought with it new expectations, dependent upon Christ's judgement as to an individual's behaviour during life, but, whilst scripture referred to Heaven and Hell, it gave few details as to what one might expect to find there. The dreams of people at the point of death were frequently interrogated for information about the afterlife: perhaps they really were visions granted by God, for the reassurance of the dying, and the edification of those they left behind?

Pope Gregory the Great (540-604 AD), in his Dialogues, refers to a virulent plague in which "a certain soldier in this city of ours happened to be struck down. He was drawn out of his body and lay lifeless, but he soon returned, and described what befell him ... He said that there was a bridge, under which ran a black, gloomy river, which breathed forth an intolerably foul-smelling vapour. But across the bridge there were delightful meadows, carpeted with green grass and sweet-smelling flowers. The meadows seemed to be meeting places for people dressed in white ... On the bridge there was a test. If any unjust person wished to cross, he slipped and fell into the dark stinking water. But the just, who were not blocked by guilt, freely and easily made their way across to the regions of delight."

Pope Gregory the Great
Trier, Stadtbibliothek

The Venerable Bede (672-735 AD), in his Ecclesiastical History of the English People, records a similar vision experienced by a Northumbrian man named Drythelm. He met a man "of shining countenance and bright apparel" who escorted him through "an enormous valley, one side of which roared with flames, and the other side raged with snow and hail," the damned souls tossed back and forth between them. Hell itself was a bottomless, stinking pit beyond the valley, but Heaven was "a realm of clear light," a bright, flowery meadow, where they met "many companies of happy people." On waking from this vision, and being restored to health, Bede tells us that Drythelm gave away his property, retired to a monastery, and took up a life of "austerity and devotion, fasting and cold baths."

Chair in St Paul's Church, Monwearmouth,
said to have been used by the Venerable Bede.
Photo: Jerrye & Roy Klotz (licensed under CCA).

Saint Adamnan (624-704 AD), the Abbot of Iona, reportedly had a vision in which an angel led him to heaven, where "the glorious one" sat enthroned, surrounded by archangels, saints and virgins. A wall of fire marked the place, then held by devils only, but which would be opened up for the damned on Judgement Day. A high bridge crossed the fiery depths, easy of access for the righteous but impossible for the wicked to cross.

The Abbey of Iona.
Photo: John Naisbitt (licensed under CCA).

The texts in which these accounts appeared were widely copied and shared between monastic houses across Europe. They were referred to in the seminaries where priests were trained, and many of those priests are likely to have drawn on the images in their sermons, reassuring ordinary people of the bounty of Heaven, but warning them also of the fate that awaited the wicked in Hell. They also became evidence in the hands of scholars such as Saint Thomas Aquinas as they drew up the formal doctrines of the Catholic Church.

The Last Judgement,
12th Century fresco in the church of Clayton, Sussex.
Photo: Cupcakekid (licensed under GNU).

With the insight of modern psychology, it seems likely that these images, imprinted on the minds of the faithful, would have replicated themselves, so that a Medieval person who sensed the closeness of death would, in fact, have dreamed similar dreams. The bridge is a common motif (sometimes there were angels and devils on or around it, fighting one another for the crossing souls), which would later be elaborated into the concept of Purgatory.

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Mark Patton blogs regularly at http://mark-patton.blogspot.co.uk. His novels, Undreamed Shores, An Accidental King and Omphalos, are published by Crooked Cat Publications, and can be purchased from Amazon UK and Amazon USA.



Philippe d'Auvergne, British Spymaster of the French Revolutionary Wars

by Mark Patton

There are some stories that a novelist cannot make up, because they would appear improbable, but some such stories also happen to be true, as in the case of the life-story of Philippe d'Auvergne. A novelist inventing such a story, however, might be tempted to give it a happy ending, and that, sadly, is where the real history lets us down.

He was born on the island of Jersey, to an ancient and well-connected family. His father, Charles, had been ADC to the 3rd Duke of Marlborough, and his mother was the daughter of the island's Bailiff, Philippe Le Geyt. He grew up bilingual in English and French, and, at the age of fifteen, he joined the Royal Navy as a midshipman. He served aboard HMS Racehorse on an Arctic expedition in 1773, and later took part in the Battle of Bunker Hill, ferrying troops and marines to various points around the Boston coast. In 1779 his ship, HMS Arethusa, was sunk in an engagement off the Ushant Islands of Brittany. He survived, but was taken prisoner.

Philippe d'Auvergne.
Photo: 
www.thisisjersey.com
(
image is in the Public Domain)

It was in the prison of Carhaix that he had an encounter which would change the course of his life. Godefroy de la Tour d'Auvergne, Duc de Bouillon, learned of his captivity, agreed to pay bail for him, and moved him to the comfort of his chateau in Normandy. If Philippe and Godefroy were related at all, it was as very distant cousins (Philippe's family had been established on Jersey since the 14th Century), but Godefroy was in need of an heir, since his only legitimate son, Jacques Leopold, was both physically and mentally disabled. Although the duke did not formally adopt Philippe until 1789, it is reasonably clear that this was what he had in mind. He pulled strings to allow Philippe to return home as part of a prisoner exchange.

The Chateau de Navarre,
near Evreux, in Normandy,
where Philippe spent time with his adoptive family
(image is in the Public Domain).

Philippe resumed his naval career, and was given the command of HMS Lark, sailing with Commodore Johnson's force in 1781 in an attempt to take the Cape Colony from the Dutch. The expedition was a failure, and Commodore Johnson conceived the extraordinary idea of establishing a colony on the tiny remote island of Trinidade, in the South Atlantic. Philippe was put in charge of this project, which I have described in an earlier blog-post. It was a disaster which could so easily have turned into a tragedy. The crops they had planted failed, the animals died of starvation or disease, and the 27 men and one woman on the island with Philippe would have starved themselves, but for a chance rescue by HMS Bristol.

In 1791, the Duc de Bouillon confirmed Philippe as the heir to his duchy (a tiny territory, now in Belgium) but, in 1793, the old duke having died, Bouillon was forcibly annexed to France. Britain and France were, by this time, at war, and Philippe, now a commodore, was given command of a small squadron of ships protecting the Channel Islands. It was a prescient move because, in 1794, the French Committee for Public Safety ordered the capture of the islands and moved an army to Saint-Malo in readiness.

Mont Orgueil Castle, Jersey
by Henry King Taylor
(image is in the Public Domain).

Based at Mont Orgueil castle, Philippe now had 1000 naval personnel under his command, on convoy duty, protecting the islands' Newfoundland fishing fleets and merchant fleets. He was also given responsibility for more than 1500 French royalists who had taken refuge on the islands, and, from them, he recruited spies and informers to send back into France and build an insurgency movement in Brittany and Normandy. They were even waging economic warfare, landing vast quantities of counterfeit banknotes (18 paper-mills back in England were churning out more than a million assignats per day). Remote reefs served as drop and pick-up points for Philippe's agents.  Ten semaphore stations around Jersey allowed him to control these activities, and the lynch pin in the network was the tower of the Gothic pavilion that Philippe had built for his own pleasure at La Hougue Bie.

The "Prince's Tower" at La Hougue Bie.
Philippe used the title "Prince de Bouillon"
from 1787.

An Assignat of 1794. Philippe's fakes, packed into crates in the cellar of Mont Orgueil Castle, are almost certainly indistinguishable from the real ones. Photo: Milan Wolfl (licensed under CCA).

One of Philippe's most successful agents was a Jersey girl named Marie Le Sueur who, despite a six month spell in a French prison in 1793, bravely continued with her work. In 1799 she received a payment of 566 livres (roughly the sum that a skilled labourer would earn in a year).

The Royalist insurgency in France effectively ended with Napoleon Bonaparte's rise to power in 1802, although Philippe continued to collect intelligence throughout the Napoleonic wars. With the defeat of Napoleon in 1815, however, his naval career was over.

As the Congress of Vienna met to redraw the boundaries of Europe, Philippe threw his all into the attempt to claim his duchy. He minted coins, travelled to Europe, and raised a small army under the colours of Bouillon, but it was to no avail. The British government supported him, but the appointed arbitrators backed a rival claimant, Prince Charles de Rohan.

Coin of Philippe d'Auvergne as Duc de Bouillon.
Photo: NicoScPo (licensed under CCA).

Philippe returned to London, where he died the following year, bankrupt. There is a sad post-script to this story. Philippe's tomb lies somewhere in the Church of Saint Margaret, beside Westminster Abbey, but all traces of his monument were destroyed during a Second World War air-raid. He is remembered, however, as a character in my novel, Omphalos.

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Mark Patton's novels, Undreamed Shores, An Accidental King and Omphalos, are published by Crooked Cat Publications, and can be purchased from Amazon UK or Amazon USA. Further information can be found on his website and Blog.


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