#heaven and hell cover

[hodgepodge-of-rog]

i know yall won't listen but i uploaded a new cover.

gotta use youtube now bc i reached my free upload limit on soundcloud.

pls enjoy me belting it out to black sabbath thanks

[goated33]

It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame. It is that wretched girl, the witch who sent this flame!

Inspired by @sharkscene ‘s tags

[cosmically-kissed]

[zef-zef]

Album Art for:

Vangelis - Heaven And Hell (RCA Victor, 1975)

[bl4pe4r]

HEAVEN 2 HELL

I had an idea to draw something like this, but I only remembered it today

[trancowboy]

hualian in the present time is just like

xie lian: *going from one stressful life and death situation to another stressful life and death situation, never catching a break*

hua cheng: ✨️i'm spinning like a ballerina✨️ gege 🥰🥰

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[starfirelily]

okay but....if this is how Odysseus repays Poseidon...

just how much worse will it be for those damn suitors?

[scottycomics]

Still SOO happy with how these covers came out, and with the updated logo it just comes together exactly how I'd hoped TTwTT

Can't wait to reprint these! (cough cough maybe kickstarter coming soon?)

[regret-with-a-u]

Hating on the net is not enough. I need to beat the shit out of John Winchester.

[brokendreamscreation]

@heaven-said Idk this feels like a father son song for them

[spyderschaos]

Amber and friends as this album cuz I thought it’d be fun

[theartofmetal]

164. As Above, So Below - Angel Witch (NWOBHM, 2012)

Art by John Martin: " The Last Judgement", 1853

"The subjects are taken from The Book of Revelation. The Last Judgement illustrates the central event of the Book. On a throne in the heavens sits God in judgement, surrounded by the four and twenty elders. The four angels have sounded their trumpets after the opening of the Seventh Seal. Below on the right the forces of evil commanded by Satan are defeated; the armies of Gog and Magog tumble into the bottomless pit. To the left on Mount Zion are the good, already in the 'plains of heaven' and awaiting the call to appear before the throne."

This was one of John Martins last paintings.

[aerospectrum]

@sherunsfaster asked: they owe you their lives. // @ cas

memes i can't find : : OPEN

he wasn't one to show emotions, the intensity that followed him like a shadow wasn't often susceptible to such human expressions like grief or praise and accolades. he was a warrior-- a soldier and that was all. human's and those under his charge were but a mission for him to carry out for the cause he served. whatever that still was. castiel could be callously indifferent and cold, calculated and strategically complex in times where simplicity was more than necessary.

there was something significant and potent about the werewolf's constant presence in his company. how leah was quickly wearing away at who he had been dragged off the line to be. her kindness and understanding towards him... her otherworldly patience with him; sheered away his stiff and rather dry mannerisms- even his sarcasm which at first had dripped with malice and indignation had been carefully chipped down to gentle teasing and easily disguised smiles when she wasn't looking.

the stern indentation of his dark brow-line broke upwards- softening his features instantly into a warm gaze of confusion-- an uncertainty of how to proceed in his behavior. His jaw loosened and his lips parted just barely. The blue of his eyes seemed to encapsulate all the doubt he'd wrestled with for months; the color of the blue suddenly brightened with the sheen of tears that he was carefully working to blink away. he swallowed the lump that kept trying to claw its way up where words belonged. "not everyone is a monster deserving of death." his voice had lost it's normal depth, the dark gravelly undertones were quiet- reserved. "you taught me that." castiel stared at leah with an earnest gaze- for the first time showing signs of being human. "if anything, it's you they owe their lives to... i wouldn't have-- i wouldn't have sown mercy unless you'd taught me first." his lips turned upwards and the faintest smile hung at the corners.

[lesewut]

“And because I am happy, and dance and sing, they think they have done me no injury.” [Chimney Sweeper]

William Blake, a wonderfully exciting poet from the Romantic era, was born in London in 1757 into a working-class family with strong nonconformist religious beliefs. Blakes believe and symbols are continously intervowen in his art. His poetic genius is trying to liberate the instinctual self and to defeat reason. Blake's ethics formulates the originator of morality and religion through the process of liberation. Overcoming phenomenal objectness or fragmentation for the sake of a symbiotic unity of humanity within themselves and peaceful harmony of man with the world.

For every soul-wanderer, reading Blake is a spiritual gift and looking at his visualised art, a dive into cosmic seas of collective psychology. Blake is breaking the lopsided emphasis of idealistic works. In all his gatherings of beauty, there is always a shadow of existential crisis. Even in the following work "Songs of Innocence", the Fall off Paradise is already happening. The violation of nature has begotten: The water is no longer clean and clear. The eternal division of humanity from the divine cosmos as a complex interplay of an individual search for the Holy Grail, is the human idiosyncrasy. The scepticism against rationalism and science is also playing a key role in Blake's work, as he underlines that only “The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.” [The Marriage of Heaven and Hell] and that "Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death."

Blake condemned the scientific trio of Isaac Newton, John Locke and Francis Bacon as sterile and materialistic. In this painting, (the idea of) Newton- sits on an algae covered rock, making calculations with a compass, like Urizen in Ancient of Days. He might be at the bottom of the sea, or perhaps in a black hole. He might be as Faust, signed a contract with the devil a few moments ago and then lose oneself in a cave, studying minerals and stones.

“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.”

The work "Songs of Innocence (and Experience)" is a double set of illustrated poems showing “the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul”, the child-like and pure versus the angry and disillusioned (cf. Jung's psychology and the meanings of symbols and archetypes- The shadow of the child is the senex, vice versa). Here we also have dualistic concepts of questioning the being and the problem of theodicy: How could God tolerate the "evil" and why are bad things happening at all? If God is "the loving father" why are the humans deprived of their original goodness? Why is our world still torn between ferociousness of the few and the humble benign of the resisting ones? Through the Fall of Man the unity between man and animal was broken (Gen. 3, 17 - 19), so the seperation is a result of the "evil", which was subsequently brought into the world. An anthropological interpretation could be, that the "Fall of Man" or the "Original Sin" are narratives that memorize our cognitive faculty. First we had to be aware of ourselves and our environment, than we were able to distinguish between different kind of (living) beings. The consciousness aroused questions about ethics, examining motives, motivations and shaping a guideline of virtues (Golden Rule). But throughout the history of generating more insight- of metaphysical speculation and cosmogonic questioning of the creation of the world, it seems difficult to tell what we can really know and what are just guesses. In modern times (but beginning with Xenophanes) the imago of God is excoriated as anthropomorphic. But this statement shall not purport, that our human imagination is nothing less than an illusion and so less than nothing. As Blake wisely interlinks our assumptions with the search for the first principle:

“He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is.”

Poets are the mediator dei, healing the earthly-borns from the abscence of spiritual healing. The humanity got more distrustful torwords ideals and the invisible world, but on the contrary, an individual, who always lacked deep philosophical wondering, is affected and enraptured easily through manipulative groups, who are just imitating religious sentiments, but without soul's salvation. The search of the humankind is an eternal journey to it's cosmic roots, a balancing act between boon and bane, an entanglement of wisdom and folly: Theia Mania.

“In the universe there are things that are known and things that are unknown, and in between there are doors.”

There are some theories and perspectives dealing with the similarity between holiness and madness, found in all world religions. Mania can be the consequence of confrontation with the absolute and infinite, which is overwhelming the human reason and through overstraining, turning them mad. Mystic mania is one of my favourite motifs, it is the breath of prophecy and the ecstasy of poetizing the world of illusions, as a bridge to eternal ideas. It is the idea of intensive love (to God and being), a radical self-denial for unification, a call for liberation. Paradox pairs in Blakes works are continuously expanded,

"Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence."

Blake sets contrasts or he is breaking boundaries, either way he is creating and this energy of creating out of imagination, is considered by Blake as the "only life". ______________________________________________________________ Inspired by Blakes bucolic poetry and hints of a collapsing worlds, I was incited to write a small tribute with the most common motifs of the poetry in "Songs of Innocence".

The Active Evil and Passive Good by Elvin Karda

Dwelling in the arcadia Pure daisies and cle the joyful life Piping songs of pleasant glee A child watches the piper on a cload "Pipe a song about a lamb- Let those tones into the air A reminiscence of a golden land Hidden treasures in ancient sand!" The piper plucks a hollow reed fire tunes his inner song and he stains the water clear walking the rippling stream along In the evening dew The joy is giving way to tears When green shoots turn violet- blue Error is created and eternal what is true

The child's weeping as meek as lamb But vanishes and crumbles into dust As melody clothes the tone in written words Mind and body out of touch Energy is life and like a fountain overflows Active evil is better than told with bad intent passive good

[boxwinebaddie]

oh freckle, freckle⠁.. what makes you so s p e c i a l?