If I were transported to a realm in which my outer appearance matched my inner self, which would it be? Â I honestly am not sure. Â But I hope it’s not quite as bad as the one to the left – anymore. I remember when it was, though.
I have spent a bit of time piecing together more pages of the Happy Science lore. Â It is not like I’m converting or anything, but it is interesting to see what lies beneath when people so remote from me in so many ways still come up with at least some ideas strikingly similar to what I believe too.
The notion of Satan and Hell are a bit different from the Christian version. I am not sure how it goes along with the Buddhist version. Yes, for some reason Buddhism also has a number of hells, some of which I have seen depicted. Â Unfortunately, the Chinese Hell of Lust was rather arousing. -_- Â I don’t think that painting conveyed reality in any sense or form! Â The glimpse of the same Hell in the anime did not have that effect. Anyway! Hell! Who raised Hell, when and where?
According to Happy Science (fiction, most readers would mentally add), it all started when El Cantare, the highest humanoid spirit of Earth, invited a bunch of less evolved humanoids from the Magellanic Cloud. Â Because of the prevalence of dinosaurs and such at the time, this hardy race was picked. Â But they were rather rash, as were their guiding spirits (gods, if you will). Â One of these was incarnated on Earth for some good purpose but got addicted to the pleasures of the mortal realm. Â Instead of going back to the Heavens for another round of selfless service, he decided to create a realm in the image of Earth, in the 4th dimension (the one closest above us, the first stop of the afterlife). Â This degenerated into Hell, as the people who accumulated there secreted dark thoughts and emotions that clouded the Heavenly Light so it did not reach them. Â It also cast its shadow on Earth, with all the troubles this caused.
So far we have a vaguely science-fiction like version of the familiar story. Â But the interesting part comes next. Â According to their book, Hell is not specifically about the afterlife. Â It starts already in this life (as does Heaven, but most of us have heard that already): Â It is inside us. Â Or at least inside those who haven’t gotten rid of it yet. Â The way to avoid demons is to not have any dark recesses in the mind where the Light doesn’t get in. Â If I have those, I have a connection to Hell already.
I agree. Unfortunately, having dark recesses is something that comes very easily. Â And you don’t even have to believe in Hell to already be there, to some degree. Â It is something I notice most blatantly with my liberal acquaintances, although I don’t know for sure whether this is because they are more prone to carry around their private Hell, or I just notice it more easily because it is more different from my own tendencies, so I don’t have the filter of automatic self defense. Â Perhaps some of each.
In any case, there is a lot of whining there about how much injustice there is in the world, and not least concerning themselves. Â Their idea of being discriminated against is roughly my idea of “that’s human life”: Â Having to deal with people who don’t like you and accept you, being looked down at for being different, getting less money than some people who are at best your equals, being misunderstood over and over etc. Â Seriously, this is my ordinary life, but it is not Hell for me. Â We can’t all be The Real Princess. Â People are unlikely to consider us as important as they consider themselves. Â The greater problem is when this is mutual, as it all too often is. Â That is my Hell: the Evil Inside.
Let’s say you live in Europe or some liberal state in America. You’re gay so you can’t marry in the state where you would prefer to do so. Â And it eats you inside and you can’t let it go, because it’s just not fair, and they are repressing you, and you think you have the right to hate them and anyone who tells you to stop whining and get on with living. Â You can still live together as if you were married; you can eat together, you can sleep together, you can set up contracts and wills etc to regulate your economy as if you were married etc. But it’s not enough, because you’re still regarded as Not Equal. Well, that’s true, but is it really worth going to Hell for while still alive?
What if you had a sexuality that you simply could not accept because of your conscience, even if it was technically legal? Â What if you knew that you could never have one satisfying sexual intercourse over the duration of your earthly life? Or any form of lasting, intimate relationship?Â What if you, for good measure, had to always be an outsider, be viewed with suspicion, pay more and earn less, because you did not fit society’s automatic duonormativity? Â What if, in addition to all this, you had to listen to the whining of people you would otherwise like, if they could just let go of the pea under their mattress? Would you suffer then?
Hell no! Outrage is something you do, not something that happens to you. Â Pain is something that happens to you. I don’t like pain. Â And I certainly don’t like to inflict mental and spiritual pain on myself. Â The hand I was dealt had some high cards and some low cards. I’m not going to bluff. But I am going to play the hand I was dealt. Â And ideally, play it reasonably well.
Of course, this applies to other areas of life as well. Â It isn’t all about sex, although it may sometimes feel that way when you don’t get any. Â (I hear it becomes pretty trivial pretty fast. But what do I know.) So, someone is earning more than you do, even though they have the same job, because of some triviality. Â So, you decide, after thinking this over for a long time and considering all options, that this is a good reason to go to Hell while still alive, to become bitter, to try to enlist other people in your crusade, and to never ever let it go. Â Because it just ain’t fair!
Tell me about it, as if I haven’t experienced it firsthand for years and years. But life isn’t fair. Death is fair, probably. Â We have a saying in Norwegian: “I dÃ¸den er vi alle lik.” Â This can equally be translated as “In death we are all equal” or “In death we are all corpses”, depending on your mood. Â What I don’t believe is that in death we all go to Hell. But I don’t know for sure, I have only faith in this regard. Â What IÂ do know for sure, however, is that in life we don’t all go to Hell.
There are many such matters. I only thought of these in particular because there are people I really wish to have as my friends, but there is this chasm set between us. Their life is my hell, and quite possibly the other way around. Â I am the kind of loser you would not want to be if you had the choice between being a loser and just die. Â But I live most of my time, if not in Heaven, then surely somewhere right outside, where the light is bright, the smell of the flowers reach me, and the faint music from inside. Â I may have pain from time to time, and I don’t live up to my own hopes. Â (This is probably because I think too highly of myself, but some aspirations are allowed, I think.) Â And I probably whine too much about those things, because you never see your own whining as clearly as that of others. But let me say this: Â I would not swap even my current, half-baked soul for all the sex, money and fame of the world.
The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. Â And so is the Kingdom of Hell. Â May we all choose wisely.