Psychological

The gateway to hell isn't a place. There is no fire like the one you'd find in a hearth or raging through a tinder-dry forest. It is a place in the mind that for most is only open just enough to let the negativity in - the greed, envy and sloth. For the unfortunate it cracks open wider to talk or create alternative realities within the one the person is living in, bringing them into dysfunction. For the blessed it is a place to slam the gate shut and return to a healthy mind. Heavens gate, however, is always wide open. All one needs to do to enter is to work with the power of love, meditate on love and be a force for bringing more love into the world. Don't fear hell's gate, spit in the flames and turn your back on it, return to the open gate of heaven and be welcomed.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 24, 2015.
Psychological

The gateway to hell can only be forever shut by the power of love, it is the only key that will work. Since hell's gate is a place in our minds that is also where the key lies. Every person is born with the power of love in their souls, a divine gift from the creator. Every person carries the medicine they need to be whole and well, yet when they falter it is for others to pour love into them until they can access their own personal key and close their own personal hell's gate. There is no hell that love cannot overcome, so hold strong, be brave and know you are never forsaken.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), September 24, 2015.
General

When finally I'm at hell's gate I let my anger at myself rise to the surface. This is where I get to pay for my mistakes, my sins, and I'm glad. I can't feel the heat of the flames that coat my periphery but I will I myself to sink in deeper, to feel the pain I must have inflicted on others in my lifetime. I don't want to run, I want to own it. I never excepted Jesus dying for my sins, not ever, I won't be excused my mistakes through the murder of the finest person ever to grace the earth. If I could make a time machine I'd go back and take his place on that cross, I'd kiss him and tell him to go home to his Father where he'd be safe from us humans. I'd tell him not to worry, he did his best, but we have a habit of killing our finest when they urge us into enlightenment.

Just when I think the flames will finally come for me and I will feel the blistering - they are gone. There is no pain at all and I'm just thirsty. I find myself on the floor and go for some water, lots of water. Part of me feels cheated, I wanted punishment and all I got was forgiveness. I guess God is Love after all...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 27, 2015.
General

In a moment’s flash, I stand in the midst of a vast darkness. There is a dull spotlight on me, and on my clothes. I glance down at my hands and feet. I find myself wearing a white shirt and pants, which I didn’t choose. What’s going on? Fear hits me like a falling tree in an ice storm. I am barefooted, and the soles of my feet are hot. The hair on the back of my head stands up. I am horrified by this vast, empty, wasteland which surrounds me. It’s pitch black. My eyes could not penetrate the darkness no matter which way I turned. It was the complete shutdown of light, except for the dull light around me. This darkness weighed heavily on my shoulders. The darkness felt as if it were brooding and rotating about me. Then, the loneliness, and the sheer depth of my aloneness takes my fear to a level I never knew. There streams the smell of…sulfur. The pungent vapor filled my nostrils, turns my stomach. I hear muffled voices spelling out from my left and from behind me. I hear a ripple of mocking laughter. Waves of rejection and hatred sweep through me like the heavy stream from a fireman’s hose. I tried to ran away, but I slammed into an invisible barrier. An unholy voice spoke from below me, “Wait your turn. We will be with you sooner that you want.” The laughter around me became loud and pressed in on me. So, I wait.


Outer Darkness
Gateway to Hell

By wmack99, February 27, 2015.

Bill McDonald.