I am writing you this letter from Hell because now that I’m here, it is nothing like I envisioned it would be! So here is a heads-up message for all of you still holding on to your terrestrial bodies.
First of all, Hell is actually cold and there is no Mr. Devil ruling over it. To my utter dismay, God rules over Hell equally with Heaven. But this actually makes sense because no one can live without God’s living force, which brings order to all spiritual environments. I can personally validate that Hell does consist of some sense of Divine Order.
This situation brings me great suffering, because I hate God and everything God represents. I am happily self-centered and enjoy being placed above others in importance. Unfortunately for me, everybody else here wants to be top honcho, too. So we are constantly conspiring against each other and our “helpfulness” is only motivated by our hidden agendas.
My cousin is in heaven. I was able to talk to her more when I first arrived in the spiritual world from the planet earth. But she had decided to love God and others more than herself. I could not agree with her on those points, so we naturally went our separate ways and I eventually gravitated to where I am in Hell as I began to live out my personal desires.
I see no reason why I should suffer for doing things my way—instead of God’s way!
But here’s the clincher—Heaven and Hell are outside of nature and spacetime and their ecosystems mirror the qualities of their inhabitants’ hearts and minds. I like being in Hell because its psychoscape perfectly reflects the deepest sentiments of my inner world. You might say that the quality of my inner thoughts and feelings are projected outside of me to form my unique spiritual environment. I see lots of thistles, thorny bushes and savage animals all around me—and I relate to it all!
Another complaint I have is that I don’t get any food around here unless I perform some “useful task” for others—#!*($%#@! Unfortunately for me, spiritual food consists of genuine love and goodness rather than deceit and there are absolutely no handouts here. And, from what I learned from my cousin, there are no handouts in heaven, either. Everything must be reciprocal. Commerce in the spiritual world is the sharing one’s inner treasures with each other. This just makes me gag. My cousin and her friends call that kind of silliness “angelic happiness.” Good grief! I’d rather hoard those delights all for myself. So, what is seen as a blessing to my cousin is pure slave labor to me. I usually do menial things around here like mow the grass or chop wood but as soon as that drudgery is over, I can attend to my personal lusts and pleasures.
However, when I go too far I am usually punished. To my surprise these punishments usually involve my experiencing the actual hatred that drives my own actions—kind of like spiritual karma, I guess. Where is there justice in the universe?
I think I want to form a group of my associates and plot a way to turn Heaven into a realm that is more to our liking. God has a warped sense of happiness!