Can you be too far gone from God?

There are seven distinct spheres revolving with the earth—the earth making the eighth. But there are very many intermediate spheres—

In the first sphere, there is little else than vice, degradation and impurity, but the higher angels must constantly visit this sphere to teach the spirits in prison—or the ignorant, vile and degraded. It is not much removed from the scenery of earth, for here all that is hideous and squalid halts for a while until it can gather a little order and beauty, for order and beauty gravitate to the second sphere, together with the souls that are fitted for that sphere. Jungles, thickets, and all disorderly things, barren plains and deserts, bare and jagged mountains, muddy, turbulent streams, and old monasteries, together with their monks and priests are what usually remain in the first sphere for a while—those who cannot and will not listen to reason—or let the light of truth penetrate their souls.

You will find more convents and monasteries in the first sphere than on the earth, and it is more difficult to gain or enlighten those who persist in inhabiting them than any others. 

Here, in the first sphere, are the coarsest of weeds and wildflowers—the odour of which is very obnoxious, coarse, unsightly grasses, cacti, prairie dogs and rattlesnakes.

The drunkard who has delirium tremens actually sees the spirits of reptiles and snakes. 

It is not his imagination, but the intoxicant sets his spirit free and he beholds that which actually exists. 

A soul perceives that which is in correspondence with itself.

An orderly and beautiful soul gravitates to an orderly and beautiful sphere—a low and degraded one to the lowest sphere, and even then must find that which corresponds to it.

All manner of horrors are perpetrated within the first sphere. These spirits generate filth, rags and squalor. Their habitations correspond to themselves if they have any. 

Many have none at all, not having constructiveness enough to even build a spiritual shanty, and no one loves them enough to construct one for them. They are as yet too vile to enter the habitation of a good or wise spirit—yet gradually, all are raised one by one. 

None are so low that time does not retrieve them.