Hard truths on this Christmas day.

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Heaven is a beautiful place.  For those called, who choose to abide what it takes to get there, it is what we all seek.  Heaven, it is said, will come to earth for a bit before the end but after great suffering.  Even in the spiritual realm, heaven is merely a sorting station before we go on to a new flesh and a new earth.  But that new earth will be a province within heaven, which will have become more than just spiritual.  Heaven, while open to all will actually serve few.

I have seen otherwise good Catholics crack on this kernel of truth.  They love some people, one or many, who have eschewed the path to heaven, and sometimes extremely darkly.  Cloaking in sin to beat back love, denying Christ so as to do what it is they think they wish.  Chastising hope, faith, and charity so as to believe they are free.  As children who believe that running with scissors is fun and ignore the warnings.  They truly may not understand the danger.  Some of us not only know the danger, we have seen it.  Some of us have, further, lived it, and even heard the whispers of the sadness of it from the spiritual lips of the dead with whom we have walked, here and there.

I had to learn these things myself, coming from unbridled sin.  I had to see, that I myself was in great peril.  I had to understand that no matter how tops of a modern chap, how strong, how smart, how psychically sensitive, defensive, or powerful...  I could not defend myself from hell, and no one could pray enough to save me should I lose my life before giving God custody of my soul.  It was that simple.  There was even a time where I knew these things and thought I deserved hell so ignored.

As I crept up on wisdom, to see and understand, and to try and sneak away what I could without giving up anything, Wisdom snuck up on me.  A mirror?  In a way.  What I saw in that mirror horrified me.  But in that horror was hope, too.  I saw that I could be washed, cleaned from my sin and the filth of flesh, and made pure.  Not here, not now, not absolutely, not yet.  But I could begin the work on my side so as to ease the amount of Christ's blood that would be used to clean me, to ease His pain and suffering.  For His pain is, was, and will be, for all of the days of man.

Then, to, after coming to some hard truths, I realized that many I love and have loved, here and gone and maybe yet to be, were in the same danger I had been.  Was I to... just let them continue on their path?  NO!  I can't.  Not just for their sake, for my own.  It would be like seeing a friend running with scissors, after having lost an eye doing the same thing, only to just "let them have their fun".  NO!  I will, and do, say.  And, should you tell me similar.  I will at least stop, consider, evaluate.  Even if you are wrong, I will take the time to... look.  If you are right, thank you.  If you were wrong but true to your heart, thank you.  If you meant to sew chaos, you can't, you will merely put God in my mind, thank you.

I know how hard it is for some people to believe that those without God are dying an ultimate death.  But they are beautiful, but I love them, but God loves them!  Aye, all those may be true.  Beauty fades to dust, our love is impure, God's love is ultimate and absolute, but has to be reflected and not in some earthy, woodsy, pagan, or altruistic manner, but right down to brass nubs.  There will be some gorgeous, strong, kind, very bright people in hell.  Actually, I sometimes think that being 'above average', in almost any way, but especially when it is in many ways, is a sandbag.  The more potent a human, nephilim, or other is, the less likely they are to want to... surrender to what is right, good, true.  They can all but make their own world and lives.  But it is a false life.

Hell is terrible.  It will first come to earth of flesh, then it will be of spirit, then it will come back to another form of flesh.  Alone.  No pain, then, save... no love... and the certainty that those in hell abandoned love for... fun.  Not even sin will be present there, scrubbed clean.  Only the want of it.  Alone.  The promiser of want will deliver no less than socialist/communists deliver.  They don't have the power to give, only take, and even then... they won't get what they take, they just won't be alone in their poverty.  Everybody loses in hell.

Don't go to hell for the love of ones who choose to not abide God.  Don't.  And I will remind you, even if it means you must walk away from me.  I will be here, should you... choose.