My adepts stand upright; their head above the heavens, their feet below the hells.
Aleister Crowley, Liber צ (Tzaddi) vel Hamus Hermeticus sub figurâ XC
My adepts stand upright; their head above the heavens, their feet below the hells.
Aleister Crowley, Liber צ (Tzaddi) vel Hamus Hermeticus sub figurâ XC
All of the theological teachings regarding the Life after Death – heavens and hells – contain some truth, but none contain all the truth.
Swami Panchadasi (William Walker Atkinson), The Astral World
Before the beginning there was nothing—no earth, no heavens, no stars, no sky: only the mist world, formless and shapeless, and the fire world, always burning.
Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology
XCII
My head in the heavens, my feet below hell;
Your love flowing through me, I’m under your spell!
Your magickal energy flows on and on,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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The Lesbian Hell in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.
“One far above the heavens crowned alone,
Immitigable, intangible, a maid,
Incomprehensible, divine, unknown,
Who loves your love, and to high God hath said:
‘To me these songs are made!’
So in a little from the silent Hell
Rises a spectre, disanointed now,
Who bears a cup of poison terrible,
The seal of God upon his blasted brow,
To whom His angels bow.” [via]
William Blake and his Illustrations to The Divine Comedy in Ideas of Good and Evil by William Butler Yeats.
“but the immortal part makes all his labours vain, and turns his pyramids to ‘grains of sand,’ his ‘pillars’ to ‘dust on the fly’s wing,’ and makes of ‘his starry heavens a moth of gold and silver mocking his anxious grasp.'” [via]
II. His Ruling Symbols from The Philosophy of Shelley’s Poetry in Ideas of Good and Evil by William Butler Yeats.
“as a cold and changeable fire set in the bare heavens, she governs alike chastity and the joyless idle drifting hither and thither of generated things” [via]