Quotes About Transcendence

They giggled at my inquiries, shaking their heads, grabbing hold of my hands and whirling me 'round in their midst. My voice simply blew away from me.

An androgynous deity has many ways of manifesting.

Our human allies claim that eloim grow only more lovely as they age; Metatron is a testament to that supposition.

How many times had she danced herself into a deliciously drunken frenzy around the edges of her smouldering offerings, breathing deeply the heady, powerful, almost frightening reek of smoke?

He felt as if he'd somehow stepped out of time. Whatever was going on, he was slipping between its events and effects. He was beyond it, outside of it.

The flesh tingled only slightly. Louis was no voracious monster like Emilia Manden. A slight glow still played around Louis's lips, which were shuddering. Othman knew the ichor would have tasted wonderful, literally divine

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slep, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slept, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

Once he had spoken with the voice of Paraga, but now he was a vessel for all the elements. He was no longer human.

The presence that had come to him in the night, held him in etheric arms, had been Taziel, paving the way for a latter conquest.

When they hit the surface, Ays had to remind himself consciously to breathe. He opened his eyes and they became filled with lights and colors. For a while, he was unable to recognise shapes with them.

Both of their leaned down, and I felt as if my flesh was alight with their radiance.

The young are evolving into a new species, which is stronger, sharper and more beautiful than their forerunners. Androgynous beings, they transcend gender and race. They possess keen psychic abilities and the means, through a process called inception, to transform humans into creatures like themselves. But they are wild in their rebirth and must strive to overcome all that is human within them in order to create society anew. They are the Wraethru…

His eyes had become vaporous orbs, burning with intense blue light, and his features were dark and indistinct. His pale hair glowed like the reflection of moonlight on virgin snow, moving languorously around his shoulders as if lifted by a breeze.

Melandra looked at the hand for a moment, then saw her own hand within it, enfolded in fingers. Somehow she had reached out and been taken.

In deference, we would make the sacrifice an ecstacy.

Why am I attracted to magic? Write down your responses. You might find you write a poem, or even something that later you will be able to use in a ritual. No-one else will read it, so you can be as honest as you like. Date the page. It is the beginning of a mgical diary.

He was able to see, which was certainly a good sign, but the water was murky, filled with debris, so his sight was limited. Ays expanded his mind with a single thought: up. He relaxed, and felt his body ascend, as if drawn by a rope above. His vision became cloudy, sparkling. His lungs screamed for breath. Soon. Soon. Do not give in, do not give up. He reached upwards with his hands, reaching for light, for air.

The conception of the supreme man (Puru@sa) in the @Rg-Veda also supposes that the supreme man pervades the world with only a fourth part of Himself, whereas the remaining three parts transcend to a region beyond.

I clench my fist around your stiffness, and your breathing quickens as I draw it back and forth. After your warm, sticky release, I lick my hand clean. Then I bury my face in your wild, stinking hair and hold you. To hold you is to be at one with you. To be at one with the starry cosmos of ancient gods above. As I hold you I will the night never to end. For our oneness fades with the disappearing stars. And by daylight you are other again.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Keeping our eyes on journey's end is what we need - the place where we see at last the world that is greater than the world, the new creation that cannot be contained in present thought or social order or piety.

I'm always curious about what happens when we die. And I'd like to think that somehow the spirit goes on. I'd rather not think that it's just about this.

I believe in God, but I don't know what it is - if it's a he, she, a he-she, or anything. Who knows what it is. All I know is that I feel like there's something else there.