February 5th 2003
Received by H.
My dear brother:
The Padgett messages contain one or other rather suggestive descriptions
of the situation in the hells, of places and conditions which hurt
every sense of human beings. Take this
In this hell of mine, and there are many like it, instead
of beautiful homes, as the other spirits described, we have
dirty, rotten hovels all crooked and decayed, with all the
foul smells of a charnel house ten times intensified, and
instead of beautiful lawns and green meadows and leafy woods
filled with musical birds making the echoes ring with their
songs, we have barren wastes, and holes of darkness and gloom
and the cries and cursings of spirits of damnation without
hope; and instead of living, silvery waters we have stagnant
pools filled with all kinds of repulsive reptiles and vermin,
and smells of inexpressible, nauseating stinks.
I tell you that these are all real, and not creatures of
the imagination or the outflowing of bitter recollections.
And as for love, it has never shown its humanizing face in
all the years that I have been here - only cursings and hatred
and bitter scathings and imprecations, and grinning spirits
with their witchlike cacklings. No rest, no hope, no kind
words or ministering hand to wipe away the scalding tears
which so often flow in mighty volumes. No, hell is real and
hell is here.
We do not have any fire and brimstone, or grinning devils
with pitch forks and hoofs and horns as the churches teach;
but what is the need or necessity for such accompaniments?
They would not add to the horrors or to our torments. I tell
you my friend that I have faintly described our homes in these
infernal regions and I cannot picture them as they are.
But the horror and pity of it all is that hope does not come
to us with one faint smile to encourage us that there may
at some time be an ending to all these torments, and in our
hopeless despair we realize that our doom is fixed for all
As the rich man in hell said, if I could only send Lazarus
to tell my poor, erring brothers on earth of what awaits them,
how gladly I would do so and save their souls from the eternal
But worst of all is, as this spirit expresses it, that they harbor
not a single spark of hope that some day they could escape from
their awful situation.
Lack of hope, you tell me. Yes. But why is this
Certainly, at the base, there is only one explanation: Their total
ignorance about Gods nature. I don't mean that the inhabitants
of the hells are all atheists. No, no, my friend! I had the doubtful
privilege of spending some time in those gloomy places and
believe me I did believe in the existence of God. But in
spite of having shared so much time with the Master, I had not grasped
the essential nature of God; I had not managed to understand why
Jesus used to call him "Avvá," that is to say,
If you remember my last message, you will
understand right away that what really is missing there, amongst
folks in the hells, is exactly that trust in God, because of their
lack of personal experience of His nature, and because of their
lack of information.
It is difficult to create trust, especially in desperate situations.
You think that desperate people cling to the faintest ray of hope
as shipwrecked sailors do to a floating board. But you are mistaken.
You do not know what real despair means. Those poor spirits live
submerged in phases of bottomless depressions, interrupted by short
moments of wicked attentiveness, where all their desire focuses
on their efforts of leading "by remote control" one or
other poor mortal into situations where the spirits may enjoy "a
second hand experience" of the controlled mortals excesses,
and where the mortals get stuck ever more in the bog of their own
How, then, can we help those spirits? We cannot leave them behind
in their misery. We have an obligation of reaching out a helping
hand to them. However, in general, they reject it. What can we really
The key to our rescue work is the creation of a condition of trust.
Usually, it is a poor choice for a bright spirit to approach one
of those gloomy spirits, because they will encapsulate"
themselves immediately, to the point of refusing to lend an ear
to whatever the spirit of good will would tell them. How should
we proceed, then?
Well, my brother, I sense that our connection is weakening, and
I have got much more to write. I suggest that we postpone the balance
of my message for tomorrow.
God bless you,