CHAPTER VII.

“Then star nor sun shall waken,

Nor any change of light;

Nor sound of waters shaken

Nor any sound or sight.

Nor wintry leaves or vernal

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

In an eternal night.”

Ruth had fasted for three days. All she drank was a cup of warm milk

twice a day—and drank this very slowly. The third night after saying her

prayers she fell into a sound sleep. It was darkest midnight when

Cresto, with many of his friends, came to protect Ruth. All were dressed

in disguise—in long black robes. Ruth gradually felt her soul gently and

silently carried away in space to the underworld.

“Cresto, dear, were you ever in this awful, dismal, dark, place before?”

“Yes, dear, all souls from earth are taken here at death and judged. I

was here a few days until I was judged for every act I ever did. No soul

can escape this court. Darling girl, when you are taken here, I will

come with you. I beg you to live such a perfect Christian life that our

dear judges will not keep you long. Some stay thousands of years in this

one place, others, only a few days. Christ descended and remained here

two days Himself. He was perfect. The third day Our Lord ascended up to

Heaven. He rose in great power and glory. Dear Ruth, if you follow in

His footsteps, you need not fear to go where He has been. Jesus has

surveyed the narrow road that leads to the gates of Heaven. He is the

one who will light the way for us. Here our Lord and His hosts of

angels, judge the living and the dead. Christ and His own followers have

been judged here, so that they may be just to the wicked. He obeys and

keeps all laws that He commands us to keep. This is Divine justice to

all. Praise His Holy name. He is most Divine! We are one universal

family and every soul is treated alike. We all get our reward here,

whether it is good or evil. Hades is surrounded on all sides by awful,

grim, ghastly, rivers of woe. Millions upon millions of firm, silent

boatmen carry the dead here to be judged. They row you safely and

silently to the great wide gates of Sheol, these cold stone gates are

broad and high. Justice alone holds the keys. Souls at death cannot

fly—they gradually learn to later. Those living here are all

earth-bound. Sin has weakened their souls to such an extent that they

cannot fly, and have not life enough to try. Constant sin is slow death

to the soul. Here life has death for a neighbor. The great gates of

Purgatory are daily and nightly thronged with millions and millions of

angel guests. Just as the earthly prison should be thronged to see that

justice rules! It is our business to see that no innocent soul stays in

prison on earth. No one should be cast into prison on circumstantial

evidence; this is an awful crime. The prisons on earth should be as good

and just as the ones are in Purgatory, but they are not. You can change

the laws and make them so in time if the people of earth all work hard.

To understand Heaven and Hades we must study the last two chapters in

the Bible. Read Revelations 22:15. Study all of Revelations.”

They walked on deeper into the woods of lonely darkness. It was misty.

The angry dark gray clouds above them would not admit a ray of sunlight.

We saw great monsters among the cold gray rocks; in the wide crevices

were huge, long, green serpents, with mad, fiery red eyes. These snakes

were the companions of low men and women, of drunkards, gluttons, and

former prostitutes. Snakes and all ugly animals have ugly thoughts. They

are on a low mental plane.

“Ruth, dear, your sweet disposition, your constant prayers, have made

your face beautiful. Some of these poor, ill, low, ugly, fallen women

tried to console themselves with ugly dogs and cats on earth. There were

no babies, or children in Hades to pet, and as these poor, half clad,

half starved women would try to pet these dogs, they would growl and

snarl and bite them. All animals were cross; there was no love or

harmony there.”

“Cresto, why are these hungry dogs and snakes with these poor, sad, ugly

men and women?”

“Dear, like seeks like; love attracts love; enemies that hate each other

most, must live together. The wonderful power of gravitation draws them

together. Look well, dear, and remember the result of hate. It is as

strong to attract as love is. All animals have souls and thoughts the

same as we have, only they are undeveloped. Men and women having the

same thoughts as animals and snakes are attracted to each other; here is

another lesson on the law of gravitation. It develops the soul more to

adopt children instead of dogs or cats. The soul of a child is Divine.

Every one must live in the soul world or live in this underworld to

suffer with dangerous animals in Purgatory, until developed out of this

state. It takes intelligence, strength and energy to get out of

Purgatory. Science proves this. You see, dear, how easy it is to get

here? How hard to get out?”

As they went deeper and deeper into the lonely forest they saw a large,

filthy, dead sea covered over with green slime. The odor from this

stagnant water made them all ill.

“The only fish here is the ugly octopus. These poor, weary, tired men

and women catch them and cook them on the rocks and eat them.”

They did not see any fruit in the forest. These folks were too angry and

lazy to cultivate the ground or make the most of their punishment. All

they wanted was revenge and an excuse to get out of work. They all

seemed to be cowards and indolent. The awful rivers and lakes were green

and slimy. The air was cold, misty and damp all the time. No stars or

moon mingled in the dark gray clouds above. There were no flowers or

birds or lovers here. The land was full of muddy green swamps. They saw

them bare-footed, walking in the mud up to their knees. Some took on

each other’s conditions; all looked mean, blue, cross and ugly; they

would fight, groan, swear and curse one another. We could not find any

real love there. It was all cruel hate. Angels often came down when they

were fighting to part them. Then some would cling to their robes and

hold on like mad men. An electric shock from these high angels’ minds

would throw them onto the ground again. O! the power of mind or soul!

Every time they would hurt or abuse another, they were forced to stay

another day in Purgatory. Men or women who had tortured or helped in any

way to torture any prisoner or helpless child or insane person, or any

one in their power on earth, were tortured seven-fold there; their

innocent victims were permitted to come here and torture them. This is a

just law and is followed out to the letter in the underworld. One cannot

escape justice any more than they can escape life. We all live on and on

whether we go to Heaven or Hades.

“Ruth, here is another proof that the wicked are punished just as the

Bible teaches. Here in this underworld the souls of the wicked groan and

moan and are tormented day and night. Here the awful blackness seemed

touched and blended with green and blue fire, the air was poisoned with

awful furies. Ugly long, yellow and black, fiery-eyed, serpents are

everywhere driving the inhabitants here and there, ‘there was no rest

for the wicked.’”

The serpents were even climbing the trees. The trees all looked dead,

old and withered. All the men and women seemed lost; not one could find

their loved ones. All were parted! All lonely! Their only companions

were those they hated most. Many had been in this awful place for years

and years. Many would stay years longer, because they had made slaves of

lovely young girls. These poor, helpless girls had gone on to Heaven,

and the men that ruined them were still suffering here. They suffered

more than their former victims ever did. Ruth was so glad to see these

men suffering. Young girls have a right to honor and sacred love and

homes. These men and women that once sold sweet, lovely young girls for

money, prayed for death; but there is no death in Hades! It was awful to

see these souls live on and on to suffer and groan from remorse of

conscience. There would be no justice without this great mighty

underworld court, or Purgatory. The sins and crimes of darkness, of all

the universe, are concentrated here. This is a terrible and dismal

region of darkness, misery, despair and sorrow! Hades is a place in

space down in the opposite direction from Heaven. It is God’s mighty

Court of Justice. There is no money or bail given there. You cannot

bribe the Judge or jury. Their souls are laid bare! Their hearts and

very thoughts are judged. All their past acts are recorded. Justice

reigns supreme. Every act and thought is pictured in space. Every sound

ascends and is recorded by our angels. Science is a perfect

photographer. All acts and thoughts are retained on the lens of the

mind.

“Cresto, is that why these men and women seem so insane?”

“Yes, dear, their minds are all darkness from sin and ignorance.”

“Cresto, please take me home out into the fresh air, I cannot stand

their awful looks and misery.”

“Come, we will go at once. I should have taken you back sooner.”

“O! what happiness to fly from darkest Purgatory, out into God’s lovely

star light. To soar like a free bird in the sweet, pure fresh air. What

a contrast from that awful place!”

“Ruth, are you not glad you have chosen missionary work instead of

idleness?”

“Yes, dear, from now on I shall be perfectly happy in doing good. I must

commence my work at once. Now is the time. How lovely it is to float

like this among the stars. Away in space! To float like a bird among the

stars and clouds is perfect ecstacy! Each star looks like big, bright

double balls of light; one was blue, one was white. Cresto, this is a

heavenly sight!”

“My darling, I will hold you closer to my heart and fly on and on with

you just to please you. My greatest happiness is in seeing you happy.

All you need to do is to put your lovely head on my breast, and take

long, deep breaths.”

“Darling, how grateful I am to you, Cresto, dear, to be able to float as

the angels do with you, just for tonight. O! this lovely, perfect night.

Cresto, I love you!”

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