Descending Into the Hell With a Purpose

DESCENDING INTO HELL WITH A PURPOSE

I

Time grows tangible with each passing second, transforming intangible experiences into something so real that nothing crude could possibly intertwine. Fingers unfold, revealing wounds invisible to the naked eye, while the joyful spirit majestically claims its due, embracing all. Standing tall, I gaze upon a world where everything has its place.

What the unclouded eye beholds is truly striking; a unity in the grandeur of existence, etching its mark upon me with the privilege to witness such a moment.

The journey of souls back to their celestial origins seems familiar. Over time, they drift, slowly shedding memories of past lives, venturing into realms of the peculiar, the beneficial, or the punitive. It's a long voyage for the soul, navigating through stages towards a return, embarking on missions. Challenges and the taste of triumph urge us to explore the entirety of existence. Within the One, we delve into conditions that both separate and expand, within and beyond ourselves. Those who depart stay deeply connected by a thread of light, binding everything, marking points on the soul, our very soul.

Back and witnessing all, I see many who journeyed with me, each finding their pace. Some tread slowly, their feet dragging, while others soar gracefully, aiding those they encounter. Fully awake, grasping the reasons and the knowledge...

As if a hand reaches out to me, introducing a fresh sensation. I'm guided along a path, conscious of my purpose. Instructions are bestowed upon me, a key placed in my hands. Almost human in form, yet as light as air, a sense of weightlessness envelops me. Descending to thresholds, I am encircled by dense energies. My heart fills with pity for those I encounter. They dance in mire, enveloped by a heavy scent, some bleeding from their eyes, others laughing at themselves and each other, amidst sorrow and mockery.

How long will this endure? Despite the transient nature of all, the cruelty of some and the guilt of others stand out sharply. I am tasked with delivering the key etched into my being. Amidst suffering and a decline of pure sensation, I descend into hell, fully aware of all I bring with me.

II

Behold, as night falls, silently dimming the brightness of day, its cold touch chilling what was warm at noon. The bird takes flight at once, the snake slithers in pursuit of its prey. As for time, how long will it linger until the break of dawn? How does the darkness of night unveil the worst within you?

Is the darkness in your eyes a mirror of violent and condemned acts, as consciousness fades into the comfort of fleeting, foolish, and brutal deeds? Do you not see that with night's arrival comes the dew, moistening your skin, and the white light of the full moon, penetrating your being, urging you to reflect?

Refrain from becoming brutish, like a wild beast devoid of self-control, swayed by external forces. Look within and recognize what you lack and all that is within your grasp, all that you were destined to claim, free from the bonds of attachment that enslave you to your fears, making you the prey of your own revelry.

They will sit at the table, eager to satisfy their ravenous and perverse cravings. What choice will you make, to serve or to place yourself upon the table for all to feast? Do not claim I didn't warn you, nor believe I haven't also wept. For I have watched you since childhood, gazing into serene skies, with your garments tattered and whips bleeding upon the ground.

Your eyes now seek vengeance, and your soul wanders in illusion. I watch as you die once more, enslaving yourself with fervor. Can't you see your friend from here, weeping with outstretched arms, beholding so much agony that, with fear and dread, they pull you from pain, muck, and bitterness? Showing you the key that frees you from all suffering, torture, and dread?

Do not hesitate to acknowledge your error, to accept your guilt, and to forgive the negligence shown to you. Mercy stands by our side, and justice absolves you of your egregious sins. Look at me and know this place is not your home. Use the key I offer, don the garments I provide, purifying your soul as you embark on a new journey.

III

Behold, as night yields to day, and although somewhere the sun begins its ascent, the lingering darkness leaves the dawn cold, gray, and obscure. The group of beings gathered are mentally connected to the same disastrous, painful, and unhealthy predicament. Yet, even so, their plight pales in comparison to the presence of the beings who watch over and care for them with charity, love, and affection.

- I have completed my mission and placed the key in your hands. I have illuminated the path, cleansed your wounds, and purged your soul of its larvae and the slanders of perdition expelled. With divine permission, I healed your body and injuries but I keep the scars until they are no longer necessary. I direct you to a new goal: go forth and stay clean!

I stay where I am, look to the side, and see someone scream in such pain, throwing themselves to the ground, running back and forth while entangled in thorns and secretions. The ugliness spits from afar, flies across the sky, falling to the ground like somber fireworks of need, bitterness, and anguish. To all, I emanate my light, sealing with my seal and the due prayers. I will be marked by what I saw and will descend again to execute a new purpose.