Hell. 
I’m going to talk about hell.
Hell yes. 
I’m going to talk about hell, because we’re wrong about it. We’re not heading towards hell.
This is hell. We’re already there!
My life is hell. Your life is hell. Everyone’s life is hell.
Sure as hell.
We can label it as heaven, too. It is whatever you want it to be.
What the hell. What is hell?
Isn’t hell crowded? Packed? … just like urban sprawl? Isn’t it on fire? Doesn’t everyone sit around and wail? Scream? Cry? Pout? Gripe? Commiserate? Procrastinate?
Hell. Since everything is an illusion, we are responsible for making this hell. …our very own hell. Hell only happens here on earth. Heaven only happens here on earth, too.
They are the same thing. They are feelings. Emotions. …in our head. One is dark. One is light. We can have them both. We can mix and match. We can let others choose for us. We can let God pick. We can pick for ourselves.
When we die and reconnect with Spirit, we go to a place where there is no conflict with our dreams. Everything works. The car always starts. Girlfriends are totally giving. Boyfriends understand everything. Bosses give you the rest of your life off. Your parents pass a joint to you. No contest. The check’s in the mail. Total awareness sucks the life out of heaven and hell. No drama. It is our choice. We can take a break. This is it.
In heaven there is no beer. That’s why we drink it here.
Hell. There is beer in heaven. …just order some. Go to a bar.
Biblical hell was invented to scare us… to control our behavior. If we were given the real, logical reason why our behavior needs to be controlled as dictated in the Bible, we would all tell our priest to go to hell.
There would be a bandwagons going to hell. We would be on one of them. We wouldn’t recognize hell. We wouldn’t even know we were there. Maybe we would think it was heaven. Maybe it is.
They scare the hell out of us by making us fear death. When we overcome that hurdle, then they tell us that we need to fear life after death. That’s hell. What the hell!
We used to send witches to hell by putting them in hand baskets.
Winter is hell… frozen over. Hell freezes over once every year. I can feel it.
How is a scorned man supposed to act?
Demons go with hell. If we don’t believe in them, they can’t touch us. They don’t exist. If enough of us believed in Bigfoot, he would come walking out of the woods. If enough of us believed in UFO’s, one would swoop down and abduct you. Your fears would help them to find you and pick you up.
Back when the earth was flat, we could get away with believing anything, and it would appear. Nobody cared and organized thought was in its infancy. Dragons could breathe fire. Sea monsters could swallow the biggest boats. Horses could fly. Carpets could fly. Fairies were everywhere. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
Jesus lived then… the perfect time… in the nick of time. He had a picnic. [Fish and bread provided.] He even had a dozen disciples to multiply his thoughts and an entire countryside to support him. The only contrary and organized thoughts were in the cities. He should have stayed in the country.
He would call today hell. Nothing he would try to do would work. He would have to control the media. He would need a diploma for that. He might get brainwashed in the process, though; especially if he went into law… or medicine… or theology… or science.
Hell
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