Here sat an old man dying of lung cancer. Sickly he made himself some soup. His house was a shack, with old metal chairs used by restaurants, and a used restaurant table that he got from his brother. Here was a man that use to have the most prestigious job running a huge mental hospital in the 1940s and 50s. Unlike his fellow doctors Sam believed that the mentally ill should live in a level of comfort, that they should be treated with respect and cared for, instead of being treated like a wild animal that needed a strong hand of control. Sam tried very hard to create an ideal place of compassion and kindness. However his ideas would not last as other doctors and administrative staff felt his ideas were too lofty. They turned against him, and though he fought long and hard to convince his bosses of a better way it only left him jobless, penniless, and sick. He thought about the handful of people he truly did save, contemplating whether his efforts where worth it..
As he brought the soup to the table he suddenly gasped for air, he begin to violently cough, the soup fell to the floor as he grabbed his chest with pain. He fell to the floor and began to turn blue, Sam struggled to reach the phone, but then as he got to his knees he bellowed over and died.
Then he began to float, at first hover over his own body, but then like a balloon with helium he floated higher and higher, up into the sky, each moment he accelerated faster and faster, soon he was high above the planet, he glared down at it in awe, he was leaving earth. Then he left the solar system as he crossed Pluto. It was in that moment he raced across the stars like light itself. There was a shutter of freedom that exploded inside of him. After a short time he stopped, surrounded by total blackness. In the darkness a small light appeared, then the light made beautiful swirls of light, all different colors, then the swirl became brighter and brighter, first small it begin to light up everything around it.
Sam felt like he was being pulled through a liquid, that felt magnetic. Then as if reaching another side he found himself in a completely different place. A massive space filled with light coming from the center. The light was a massive star, its size epic, the light was bright and slightly blue. Then a white and gold fire exploded out of it, the fire hit him, and in that brief moment as the fire engulfed him he felt love, kindness, joy, calm, peace, awe, exuberance, and most of all freedom all at once. A voiced roared and whispered all around him in an echo, “Welcome home.. I am so proud of you!” Sam realized at that moment he was in the presence of God. This light was God.
This place, where all things begin and end. This place where all life came from. The hub of the entire space and all the galaxies. The creator sat at the center, a star of unspeakable power. This wasn’t a being of all knowing but gave birth to knowledge. This wasn’t a being who mastered time and space but gave birth to it and in that brief moment Sam felt overwhelmed at the idea that this great force was talking to him, an infinitesimal ant sitting in front of this mega Sun.
Then Sam’s life became a review that he saw in front of his eyes, all of his accomplishments, all of his failures, his struggles and his moments of triumph, circling around him. Then other lives also circled him, one by one, until he remembered everything, every last moment of his entire existence, spanning so many lives. His memory changed him into who he truly was, the man Sam was just one day among hundreds.
Sam would surround himself with others that flew and floated around the great Star of life, this place of light and energy, it was energy and light that gave birth to all other things. As if God was energy, as if god was an element among all the other elements. A being of fire and lightning and light. All of them enjoyed each others company. All of them embracing each other with love and civility. This place, without violence, or cruelty, without hate or despair, without sorrow or pain. A place so perfect, that perfection was gaged from it. He would sit for a great deal of time here. His time felt both brief and forever. But like all young souls he knew eventually he would return to living lives. But for now, it was time to rest, it was time to spend time at home, it was time to return to where it all began. In one moment he remembered the house, the soup, and realized all of his sacrifices he contemplated where actually worth it. Sam was with his creator, what could be greater than that?
“It is unfortunate that the one flaw in life is you are all bound to each other. The choices you make are not yours.. but everyone else’s”
Only the absolute worst humans are unwelcome in heaven. That sliver of humanity that is truly evil. For them a different fate is in store.
Jesus once described hell as a place like the city of Gehenna. Nothing could describe it more accurate. Most people took that to mean a fire and brimstone. You see Gehenna was the dumping ground for Israel, it’s where all the trash was sent, all the discarded items thrown, and burned. But from what I have learned it’s that discarded part that resonates. The notion that you are unworthy of being a part of what everyone else is a part of. That separation from all others, that feeling of exile, excommunication, of abandonment.
Once a dark person has crossed they quickly become bound to the location of their crimes. Perhaps its their house, their business, and sometimes the specific place of their crimes. Once there, they are bound to it, unable to leave it, unable to go anywhere else, stuck in one single spot, for hundreds upon hundreds of years. For a select few they are given the opportunity to right their wrongs, but most are simply stuck for a very long time.
During that time history plays in a loop, showing the individual his or her crimes, over and over. The soul watches every moment, forced to witness every single detail of their wrongs. Once it completes itself the time returns to the now, back to being alone, cut off, stuck in the same place of their crimes. They are so alone, so isolated, so cut off from all life. Their only comfort is their sins. Then when the heaven choose it, they try again, a new life given.
Contrary to what you might believe our creator has no wish to torture. This system has two specific purposes:
To filter out the wicked, allowing heaven and the afterlife to be a wonderful awesome place, free from crime, free from violence, free from pain. The afterlife is home, the real home. It goes to the heart of one of our main reasons we exist. To be a testing place so that your real self is known. This temporary place you live in now will end, your money, your race, your ethic background, your class, all of it will not be following you in the afterlife, just you, and the decisions you made. Remember that.
The second reason goes to life itself. We are here to learn, and that includes that most horrific, perverse, cruel individuals. Our creator will always be our teacher. For the despicable its being stuck in one room, alone, for hundreds of years, forced to watch their crimes over and over again.
No lakes of fire, no torture cells, no devil with a pitch fork. All of it is controlled by the heavens, their sentence long but not permanent. I can only say God is love, his very blood is love itself, it’s not in his nature to torture. But it is in his nature to teach.
One last note, the hell described mirrors what many of us call haunted houses. It describes those supernatural residents a small handful of us have witnessed. But unlike those Spiritualist who ask the wandering Spirit to cross over into the light to find peace, I would argue it was the light that put them there, and they are going nowhere but in the hell of their own making.
Note: You might be wondering who falls under the banner of pure evil. What degree is that sliver of evil. I had a visual of a man reaching from a hole in the ground, the hole was deep but very narrow. There was very little light that reached the hole as he reached for help out of it. He just could not watch the crimes he committed anymore. His face was shallow and sickly. Who is it Spirit? Josef Mengele. For a soul to be separated from heaven, from everyone else, its important to understand the degree of their crimes.
You might wonder what about those people that fall in the grey category. Those who have committed horrible crimes but aren’t that sliver of evil. I would remind you of Truth.
Back in my 20s someone once asked me; ‘do we live by fate, by chance, by choice’ I quickly answered ‘I believe we live by choice, that we choose our own destiny’. The next day the Spirits corrected me with this Truth:
Spirit explained that yes its true, we make our fate with the choices we commit to. However the past is a shadow we cannot shake, it shackles us, and dictates our present and our future. They explained they were talking about lives upon lives of choices that were made. Every choice must be paid in full. Everyone pays, everyone. Who we were makes who we will become. In this truth I want to show the negative side of that shadow. In the next truth I will share a positive position.
I had a visual of a King from the 17th Century whose greed was epic. Nothing else matter to him then hoarding his opulence while the people of the country suffered under poverty. Thousands upon thousands were starving and the King did nothing to quell their suffering. It wouldn’t last as the people turned on him. Then the visual shifted to show a child born in what is now Cambodia, in his pre teens a massive plague struck the area, yet he became the sole survivor, without any help, the young man slowly starved to death. Then another life, this time he was in the new country, excited to try his hand at the opportunity to make his own money, but at every turn he failed. He would become a beggar and would die of consumption alone in his early twenties. Then they showed a rich man who lived in present day, but he again hoarded the money he had, unwilling to share it with his relatives. He lost all of his money and found himself as a peddler on the streets. His mind was slowly escaping him, schizophrenia started to take over. The visual ended with Spirit showing the King sitting in a dark place with one candle left and then Spirit blew out the candle and their was darkness.
Spirit explained that Karma was never a punishment but a tool used to teach. They never acted in revenge, but used karma as a tool for teaching. It’s truly important to understand the vicious cycle here. One man caused the unnecessary pain and suffering of thousands, then he became the product of the pain he created.
“Everyone pays.. everyone has a shadow that hold their debts.. and those debts determine your next step.” Spirit said.
“It is an unfortunate reality that you are all bound to each other.. You are bound to your past.. it dictates who you are and where you are going next” Another Spirit said.
“You live in an endless school its best you learn from your mistake and move on. Be noble, be good because God knows your failings and waits.” The final Spirit said