Lets for a moment imagine that we believe in the images of heaven and hell that we have been consiously fed over the years, in the form of album covers, books, and Sunday school lessons. And you can imagine yourself lying on your deathbed breathing your last and your soul leaves your body and is cast out into a most inhospitable location.
Before your eyes have even adjusted to the light you notice the sweltering heat. The ground is parched nothing grows for as far as the eye can see. You are surrounded by the sight of a thousand lost souls existing only in torment.
The stench of death hangs like city smog. You can't escape it it clings to your whole being.
This is Hell! Or is it the Sudan?
Heaven, Hell and Purgatory are all states of mind that equate to our present situation.
For example. To me, winning a lot of money on the lottery would be my idea of heaven. Never again having to worry about keeping a roof over my head and the power to be able to pay bills when required. With a win of upteenmillion you would have the power to seriously turn some lives around. So I would say that my idea of heaven is a worry free life.
Purgatory is when you realise that your existence on this planet is just killing time until the inevitable rebirth of the soul. Purgatory is that knowing that no many hours you work you still can't get anywhere. Purgatory is boredom each day the same as the next.
You've already heard one of my visions of hell. But with hindsight, it is easy to come up with plenty more. How must it have felt to be Jewish under the terrible might of the Third Reich? How would you survive as a negro in the southern states in fifties America?
But what of the souls of those born into fear, death and oppression. If their souls have been reborn in Hell, don't they deserve to be there?
If Hitlers soul left his body not having suffered for his terrible crimes, and God in his wisdom decreed that he shall be reborn into the body of a negro child in Alabamha circa 1946. He remains largely uneducated, beaten and taunted daily until by the age of 18 he is kidnapped by white extremists, tortured and murdered. The last thing he would see would be the hate in neo-nazi eyes. This paves the way for his soul to be reborn again in better circumstances taking with him the lessons gleaned from the suffering he has, at last, felt.
I see death and destruction but I feel for those that are left to grieve.I never feel sadness for those that have died, for theirs is the great release. When they have paid for the sins of a former life.When they have learnt all that they can, they shall be recalled for the next phase of the evolution of the soul.
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