I just figured out one plausible description of Hell. It considers the theory that reincarnation is one part of a complex system that makes up the universe. Which it has also been suggested to be a living organism; a divine being of some kind. Souls are scattered fragments of the previous, pure spirit of the creator. All living organisms must possess some of the tiniest fragments of divinity to live. It’s why wheatgrass has DMT in it. Like raindrops are human souls and water is God, or the Universe itself, which we call God. It’s up to interpretation here. *Please note: The Author tends to take leaps of pure fancy and does not entirely and whole-heartedly believe a word he’s written, however, he is an Optimistic Agnostic, right? So he looks for patterns that are or aren’t there, and he draws lines between them. He’s primarily a fiction writer. Always keep that in mind.
But back to reincarnation. So here are some rules: Our souls evolved with or along side our physical form. So we climbed the direct bloodline of modern humans. We started out simple and extremely fragmented, perhaps as microbes even. Then we started to cluster back together and form more complex life. So some might ask, where you a rat? No, because that’s not a human ancestor. But we were some similar, tiny rodent like, primate creature crawling around in the trees. We tend to stay close to bloodlines. Like dolphins in pods, we swim upstream along what we perceive to be a linear progression but that’s only how it is shown to us in retrospect. We start out clustering together, drawing into clumps because, even though we aren’t aware yet enough to voice it, we draw power from groups. That’s because we’re all divine and the more divinity we gather, the more divine we become. It’s why we like teams. It’s why we like choirs. It’s why we like parties.
So it could be said that living a physical life is also an important element of the complex system. It’s the exercise to make the muscle stronger. Why? That’s beyond understanding. How? Again… same answer. Patterns are all I see. If you get into the idea that there are multiple universes, then you’re talking a very complex system. The universe itself reincarnates in that case.
So you ask, what about the soul of my dog? What’s he going to do to reach nirvana? Dogs will have their day on another planet or perhaps this one. Technology and human science could advance enough that dogs and dolphins and parrots and pigs are smart enough to reach spiritual enlightenment. All of this is fodder for science fiction, please realize.
But there are times when a planet dies and all the life must travel together as one enormous pod of dolphins toward a new planet with the possibility of being able to sustain life. They work in concord with nature to facilitate conditions conducive with nurturing life intelligent enough to reach nirvana so that basically they can stop being born. They can stop suffering.
Suffering is the key. If it doesn’t burn, then you’re not doing the exercise correctly. Life cycle trials were how souls made it back into the Cosmic Choir. It was an exercise of some kind. Shattering ourselves into fragments and then creating a physical universe for us to enter. It does, at times, feel like a video game.
Another rule: Entire civilizations can and often do reincarnate at the same time. The United States is Ancient Rome, reincarnated. Ancient Rome is Atlantis, reincarnated. So then, The United States is also Atlantis, reincarnated. That’s basic logic, people. That’s because we like to clump in our familiar pods. Only the pods have grown over the eons to include entire generations and civilizations.
So think about time passing. Each generation has its heroes, its enlightened ones. But those reach nirvana eventually. They stop joining the game of life. So if the purer souls throughout history have already reached nirvana, or heaven or that unpronounceable word the ancient aliens use, that means the only souls still in the game are the shitty ones. The devils and the fiends. So that is how hell is going to play itself out. The only people still around in some distant future are the souls of the evil people who couldn’t reach nirvana. They are the only ones left in the cycle of reincarnation. So each generation gets increasingly worse, because any person who reached enlightenment and is able to help people, stopped being born. So the world is left with shit. And that’s hell. You can die. It’s a physical place. But you just get reborn, again and again. Surrounded by only the worst souls in history: child molesters, former slave masters and serial killers, Caligula, Hitler and Vlad the Impaler. And maybe the rest of us stop paying attention to them struggling and bickering with each other, and because they no longer exist to us, they truly aren’t part of the universe we create next. A new game perhaps, with new rules. And the really foul fiends are not there to mess up our new game. Better for the collective hive or heavenly host, depending. Keep eliminating the weak until they are no longer among us.
But there’ll be plenty a temptation in the new game to draw a few weaker ones astray. Egos rise. Power corrupts.