Hell? Hell No!

Hell? Hell No!

Did you know that in the language that Jesus spoke, Aramaic, the words “good” and “evil” did not exist? When I heard that, suddenly what I was told by the souls made a lot of sense. What words would he have used instead? I’ll tell you in this post.

 Living in Denver, with relatives who live in the Colorado Springs area, like millions of other people, I’m concerned about the fires that are raging in Southern Colorado. Though I rarely watch the news, I did see images of the fiery inferno destroying homes, lives, and wildlife. What I saw on television also reminded me of the images of “hell” I grew up with, a place of pain, anguish, desolation, and hopelessness. I could almost hear the people caught in the path of the fire praying, and asking, “God, what did I do to deserve this?” as though what is happening is some sort of divine retribution on the part of God for sins they committed.

Good people are rewarded with eternity in Heaven. Evil people are damned to eternity in Hell. It’s a basic tenant of Christianity, and one I believed. I remember when the movie “Ghost” with Demi Moore, and Patrick Swayze came out, seeing the “bad guys” in the movie being dragged off, presumably to Hell, by the black hooded creatures that came out of the ground literally gave me a great deal of satisfaction. They broke God’s law against murdering someone, and divine justice was served.

Even back then the souls were tying to get through to me that what I believed wasn’t true. “Hell,” as I was taught it existed, doesn’t exist.

When I tell people this, I’m sometimes asked about people like Hitler, Pol Pot, Stalin, John Gotti, Ted Bundy, etc., and all I could do was shrug my shoulders, and say, “It’s what I’ve heard the souls say over, and over again, hell doesn’t exist.” I’d also try to explain that I’ve told that no one gets away with breaking God’s law, but that no one can do anything that would cause them to stopped being loved by God. To tell you the truth, even as I was saying this, I didn’t quite understand it, and thought I wouldn’t until I went through my own life review.

Then, a few weeks ago, a friend of mine, Sharon Dakota, a shamanic healer, walked up to me and asked, out of the blue, “Did you know that in the original language of Christ, there were no words for good and evil?”

“I didn’t know that,” I told her.

“He would have used the words, ‘ripe,’ and ‘unripe.’ It wasn’t until the scriptures were translated into Greek that the words ‘good’ and ‘evil’ were used.”

Suddenly, everything the souls have been trying to tell me made sense. God does not see us as “good” or “evil,” but “ripe” or “unripe,” depending on what we do while we are here. In other words, how loving are we towards ourselves and others? Or not. Are we “sweet” or “sour?” Not in appearance, but in reality.

But just like a grocery store doesn’t throw away bananas because they’re green and not ready to be eaten, God doesn’t cast us into some fiery pit because we haven’t learned our lessons as well as we could. What we don’t learn, we’re given the opportunity to learn again.

There are souls who choose not learn and progress, and for that reason place themselves far from God’s love, and remain there. There are other souls whose offenses here are so horrific, that their journey towards the Eternal Light of Love, will be long and arduous, but even these souls are invited to come deeper into communion with God’s love.

Personally speaking, these days, I find this is much more comforting than the idea of little black hooded spirits dragging souls into the pit of hell. And I want to thank God and the souls for using Sharon to get this lesson across to me so that I could share it with you.



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