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Section Index

Preface Prognosis Consummatum Est Fields of Consciousness Entelos Epinike A Word in Passing The Spark of Nous Walk a while with me The Road to Wisdom The Barren Tree The Cosmic Sigh The Motherload The Journey Home The Arkons of Transition The Love of Hell Annihilation Circuminsession The Void Resurrection The Watcher at the gates of Dawn Beyond the White Duality The Cosmic View Gnosis Revelation The Dark Side The Eternal Bleep Quo Vadis The Pain Ode to Metamorphosis The Odyssey Walking on the Waves Cosmic Blackmail Elitism The Virus Physics and Psy The Fire of Life The Irony Full Circle Paradise on Earth The Reciprocal Convergence The Tiger Moth Drink Deep Dichotomy The Wind does not Blow Serendipity False Idols The Grail Re-Legio The Passion Science Thus Quenched Emanation The Path Teachers Philosophers The Water and the Jug The Judgement of Memory Divine Freedom The Cog's of Form The Accusation Frustration Dream On Happiness Reason and Emotion Affectation Meaning Contemplation The Cosmic Dance Judgement Gnosis of Direction For Nothing The Eternal Mystery The Humour of Dialogue The Cosmos of Creation The Secret of Life Good and Evil Fulfilment The Inheritance The Child and the Man Truth Unconditional Love A Birthday Thought Incarnate Evolution Always Now Affirmation In Conclusion The Deepest Wealth The Knowledge A Breath of Vision The Last virtue In Waiting In Passing Silent Night Ab Aeterno Ad Hoc The Hero For What Reason The Last Amen In Leaving Time and Again The World is full of Beauty

THE LOVE OF HELL



(The Realm of Limbo; or Mind Alone)




There is a time for laughing,
there is a time for thought,
and there is a time for going
where no Earthly thing is wrought.


And when such time encroaches
and clouds the temporal dream,
fear not the rushing darkness
and Limbo's quiet scene.


For in the stillness of 'No-Thing';
no vision to behold;
there is a wondrous lesson,
a story to be told.


Unlike the journeys final end
in the Womb of Eternity,
the temporal halt in Limbo
there is no thing to see.


Yet strange, so strange, it is to be
in knowledge of 'No Thing',
and how the thought of 'nothing'
teaches us to sing -









part two





- a leaf, a breeze, a drop of rain,
a snowflake in its fall,
each touch, each smell, each vision,
and the purpose of them all.


Before the gate of Paradise,
before Annihilations might,
in the passageway of Limbo,
wherein there is no light
is now the greatest lesson
that man can learn today,
of what it's like, when all the things,
of life... have gone away!


So much I learned in Paradise;
So much I learned on Earth;
but somehow strange, and strange to say,
in Hell, I learned their worth.


Yet even that dimension,
where nought there is to see,
is but a Divine essence,
a lesson, so to be.






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