Fuherer-ocious Inferno - God is an equal karma-opportunity employer

[this is from a familiar scene in dreamland where the characters sit around a fire and tell stories]

Hans said, "It's been rough at night, you know, nightmares, but … I keep telling myself it's only a dream. This foreboding spirit, I call him 'blackman,' well, he's been trampling all over my dreams … every night it seems. It's always a horrible affair, every time he's comes and gets in my face, so dark and full of evil and rage, demanding something of me, terrifying me with his ghastly appearance. Then one night something really weird happened, just after I had some grand dream visions of our triumph of world domination. Right at the moment of our glory, he popped into the scene with a benign form, as ridiculous as that could be … and in a nano-second he blew my super-race fantasies all to Hades. He appeared in a grayish robe, the former darkness of his face replaced with a benefic glow in his eyes. The rage was gone and he seemed tranquil and equiposed. This was not the blackman I'd come to know and fear - rather somebody else entirely. A grayish cloth adorned his torso and dangling there on his neck hung a peace sign pendant, and he was jibbering about songs of whales, and sputtering green-peace catch-phrases like 'save the whales,' … and other trite things...."

"I asked him why the sudden lifestyle change. He said that he'd been talking to other spirits who were enlightened as to the ways of karma, and they were telling him some heavy things, and he was remembering his past lives, and seeing his punishment, and that it's possible for lost souls to attain redemption … to change their destructive path … because it's never too late…

"So, this blackman relayed to me all his sordid ghost history of all the odious things that happened to him. He said how his soul, or his astral body, sometimes inhabited the body of some loathsome black creature who walked low to the ground, residing in some woods somewhere around here. And sometimes his astral body would come out of this repugnant animal and wander around the spirit world - in this shape of this darkish person … and sometimes he remembered past lives.

"Then I asked, 'well, who in the heck were you … before all this crap hit the proverbial fan?' He said, with reluctance, that he remembered he was dressed in this uniform with a weird arm insignia, like it seemed … he was some military officer in his former life. After swallowing several lumps in my throat, it occurred to me …I got an inkling that … perhaps this was my master coming back into our world, somehow, although I couldn't believe it. I told myself it was only a dream … they don't mean nothing.

"Well, he seemed to change from green peace to the dark side again, for some inexplicable reason, it was like a black cloud hovered over his head again, and then he came clean with me and told me with a mawkish voice that he was pretty much the Fuhrer reincarnate, sometimes in a black and fuzzy body, and sometimes in this ghostly apparition, going back and forth, flipping in and out of the two abominations … but he told me not to worry, even though it was a bitter pill to swallow, things will work out, as he seemed to have some kind of optimism in face of all the darkness. It didn't seem to me like the grandest re-entry of my master, back from the dead. But I came to grips with it after a while, thinking maybe things will continue somehow. And I was supposed to do something for him, which I never seemed to remember when I wake up, something I only remember in dreams … and he said it will all be revealed in due course of time....

"Then he told me about the hell part…."

Hans took a moment's pause, as his audience sat with ear antennas tuned in, and he continued…

"It seems that blackman had to pay for the bad things he did first, and then get the good payoff returns… if there was any good to get. They explained it like that. He had to pay, just like everybody has to pay. First comes the bad karma, and after the piper is paid, then some good results may come. The afterlife spirits told him that's how things work. Then he described all the sordid details of how he went to hell …the road he traversed to the destiny of hell, and how long it went on."

"I was under the impression," said Jeb, "that hell wasn't a temporary arrangement, and most people believe it's eternal."

"Oh, I know that's how it's seen in the western part of the world, but it's different in other parts of the world. All in all, it gets real complicated," said Hans, "they told him that hell wasn't eternal, but in another way it's kind-of eternal, or it that it seems eternal, but not always the fire brimstone torture kind of thing. I know this all sounds nuts…"

"So blackman recounted all these revolting details to my tender ears," continued Hans, "as he said that he was in a great darkness, there was pitch blackness in all directions, like he was floating in outer space with no stars or moon. And then a road appeared before him, in the air … fading off into infinity. Then some ghastly characters suddenly appeared on the scene, with bright-red hair sprouting out of their heads like these spiked-haired geeks you see in the city. Their facial features were contorted into masks of horror, like those Freddy Kruggar movies.

"The miscreants emitted loud shrieks, and he fought in vain as they yanked on his limbs from all sides, and dragged him down the road unrelentingly, as ferocious dogs jumped out from the shadows, barking fiercely and bearing wicked teeth. The hell-hounds tore at his flesh and devoured it with jaws of steel, again and again …and he stumbled and fell again and again, crying out pitiably, losing consciousness from the pain, then reawakening to more searing pain. Thereupon the snarling hounds of hell tore him apart, again and again. His tormenters consumed his flesh, and then fresh muscles instantly reappeared on his weary bones, his body was an eat-all-you-want buffet for the bloody curs, and it happened again and again, and he could not die, nor would it ever end.

This torturous road stretched out into infinity, shrouded in darkness, as raging bon-fires conflagrated the path on all sides, causing his flesh to fry and sizzle upon his bones, supplying the dogs with roasted flesh. The inferno roared on all sides of the road, baking the hot sand and burning his feet, and he screamed and stumbled and fell again and again from the extreme heat, losing consciousness again and again, just to reawaken to the horrendous sight of new flesh reappearing on his limbs, for fresh torture from the ripping teeth of the hell hounds, who by the way, seems unaffected by the heat. The copper-headed freaks dragged him down this burning road of perdition for seemingly an eternity, as the road stretched out forever and ever … into a darkness of oblivion … with no end in sight.…

"It seemed like his private hell world went on for eons, but in reality it was only a few days. Things are not what they seem in the afterworld. Time is a tricky concept there. A few moments might seems like hundred's of years. Well, after a while, which might felt to poor old blackman like a millennium, the torture ebbed away, and blackman's ravaged subtle body was dragged the nape of his ghostly neck to a regal looking person sitting on a high throne, who lectured him about his karma and suffering and how to change it."

Then blackman passed into a limbo spirit world were disembodied spirits loitered about, deformed and twisted in all kinds of shapes and forms. Some were evil looking bodachs and some were jinn spirits composed of light. They are everywhere in the regular world, but people can't see them. Blackman tried his best to avoid them at first, especially the ones who appeared to be his victims in a former life, who tormented him with memories … but after an in interminable period of torment and sometimes boredom, he accosted some friendly spirits, and got insight into his past and why this was happening.

Some spirits were more evolved in wisdom and they told him the truth of hell and karma. It seems that hell is not eternal as men seem to think, but in a way it seems eternal. All souls are like diamonds embedded within black coal for a very long time. But after a certain span of time the coal covering may be chipped away and broken off, by means of spiritual enlightenment, and the brilliant diamond light of the soul comes bursting out. Blackman saw that perhaps he would get another chance, for the soul pays for past karma for a certain time in extreme hell, and then comes back to the world of flesh, or the limbo spirit side, and then he goes up or down on the suffering scale, depending on his actions of doing good or bad. It seems he finally saw the suffering in both the ether world and the physical world and he had a change of heart. The spirits convinced him to change his karma and do well for others, because it's never too late to repent and make right to one's past and change one's destiny. So his plan was to do good in the world. That's what he was telling me."

Jeb said, "I don't think the world is going to change it's mind about him though, no matter how he changes. He's probably the most condemned person in history."

"Well, that's the history part of him, his past," said Jehrom, "but his soul is not that person any more, his soul will go on to some other body, on to some other life."

"True, and his subtle body and mind will carry his karma to his next life," said Sreejinn, "and he could be the same kind of person, if he maintains that mentality. But, if this is true what Hans is saying, if hell and the spirits could change him, then he can have redemption, just like all other souls in the material world. Then when he's born in a flesh body and still remembers, and does right, then he can evolve to a higher status. No one soul is condemned for some eternal punishment, all souls can be redeemed eventually. Otherwise, what is the point? If everyone is cemented by fate, if nobody can change, then what is the meaning of free will or being human? Perhaps the hell jail time is over for him, but the karma and suffering comes in other ways, going on life after life. So it's like a perpetual hell in a way. It goes on for him, like it does for everyone else, until he decides to change his ways and acts on it. However, it is normal for souls in ethereal bodies, or in the womb, to have profound spiritual realizations, and then to forget what they learned as soon as they are cast out of the womb and enter the world. They mostly forget all they learned and revert back to their former karmic consciousness."

"Besides that," said Jehrom, "history accounts are relative to time and place, as there were other persons who are more despised in other parts of the world, who's wreaked more death than Hitler, like Stalin, who silenced a whooping 50 million, and Mao Tse-tung who capped a 100 mill, and so many other holocausts soaked the earth with blood. And there are the dastardly fiends who pulled the strings in the background, the financial backers of Hitler, who financed the war, they are more culpable for crimes to humanity. If not for them, it couldn't have happened. There were many revolutionary types in history, who could do nothing because they lacked the capital. Hitler couldn't have done squat without the big bankrollers, like all those tanks and guns and ammunition don't appear out of thin air, so who is the real primal cause of WW2? It's the investors who made money off the war, with Hitler as another pawn, so why is history silent on them and yet put all fault on him? Because they controlled the newspapers too, and so he takes all the blame while the monetary backers slink away into the shadows with profit margins."

"Yes," said Jeb, "but time unwinds for them too, those profits are short-lived, and soon they too will get all the same karma-go-to-hell scenario after death, as God is an equal karma-opportunity employer, as our Bob sang so sagely in the 60's, "oh come all you masters of war … you who build the big guns … you who build all the bombs …you hide behind walls, you hide behind desks … I just want you to know I can see through your masks."

"Well, God sees through their masks too," said Sreejinn, "and a dark karma eagerly awaits them backstage after a cruel death."

"As they say, you can run, but you can't hide," said Jehrom, "The chess master is dragged down a more infinite road of infernal torment than will happen on a mere pawn. They think they are in control, yet cannot see a future of unending pain looming near … the fire is already scorching their skin with unbearable heat."

"They may not believe in karma or hell or the afterlife," said Sreejinn, "but the hounds of hell don't care. The bon fires and the fiends with copper hair don't care what anyone believes or not believes, they do not care how big their bank balance was, what kind of mansion they lived in, what armies they commanded … for their deeds upon the earth will be paid for with compounded interest, an eye for an eye, and tooth for a tooth, the bad karma piper will be paid in full, and then some."