After stating publicly on this site that I seemed to be complete in blogging on the dead, new things keep coming up. Forgive me for my idiosyncrasies.
"What is Hell and Who goes?" asks Revelife, a Christian site that popped up on my Goggle Alert for "afterlife." The options presented were all viable, but not what the Angels share with me. Right or wrong, here's what I'm told.
There is no Hell/hell except in your mind. Hell is not fire and flames, unless you live in the Western U.S., where the flames steal lives as well as memories.
If you have tortured, murdered, or seriously abused another while on earth, you will carry that person with you not just through this life, but through your continuation of life in death.
The Afterlife does not reflect an eye for an eye. However, you will be isolated. The Angels say you will be a "floater."
You will see the Light but not experience it in your personal prison camp. You will experience the suffering of not just the person whose life you took or harmed seriously, but also the pain of their friends and family. You will live this agony in a continually running assault of feelings and not share in the loving support of others. (The Angels are quick to share that if you were in the military, the situation is different.)
The challenge of the dead killer of life is an intensified, never-ending and excruciatingly harrowing experience. You will live in an ongoing barrage of grief and terror until one day you choose to surrender. Through surrender comes forgiveness. Forgiving yourself. Forgiving others. Forgiving God. In your willingness to ford the river of shame and hatred, you will be given the opportunity to move out of your isolation and begin life on earth again, if you choose.
David Hawkins, in "Healing and Recovery," explains: "At the bottom levels of consciousness are situations of lose-lose. People lose, and those who become associated with them lose."
This is the pain of hell in life. In death, the continuation of life without the body, the pain continues. Instead of being surrounded with those you love, you toss and turn, alone and empty, haunted by your own personal demons. You are left to feel the agony of those you killed and tortured. There is no end until you, the abuser of life, open to forgiving and being forgiven.
This is the myth of Sisyphus at its toughest. Initially, we all begin life at its lowest level of consciousness, with the opportunity to evolve into opening our hearts and the realization that we are all one.
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