Walking Through the Depths of Hell

(This is an unfinished story that I wrote, describing my views of Hell and my experiences in imagery meditation)

Deep breaths fill my lungs as I listen to the monotone chanting of his enn. Eyes gently closed, body beginning to feel light yet somehow heavier than it’s ever been. My Lord’s essence fills my soul, I drift deeper and deeper into the dark abyss. Black flames wrap around my astral body, comforting me with warmth; I am in bliss.

The deeper I sink, the closer it feels. I am in a place without time. A place of everywhere and nothing. I find my way to a black metal gate among the nothingness. Beyond, a forest awaits me. The gates open, and I step into the woods. Dark as night, I walk along the dirt path. Gnarly winding trees surround me. Blue light shines from the lanterns lining the path. I take a closer look at one of them, the fire is impossibly dark with hints of electric blue embers.

Walking farther into the forest, I listen to the wind blowing through the leaves. I eventually come to a crossroads. The choice is mine, left or right. The left seems like the correct way, I can feel it. How long must I walk this path?

I keep a steady pace and eventually, I find myself at the entrance of a building. Dark grey bricks were put together lavishly. I enter. A long hallway stretches in front of me. Framed pictures line the walls, and from the ceiling, lanterns hang filled with the same blue-black flame. My footsteps are the only sound in my ears, the silence is loud.

Continuing, the hallway ends with a large doorway. I enter a library. Filled with bookshelves that seem to be older than Earth itself. A fireplace glows and candles burn atop the tables. There are too many books to fit on the shelves; I spot several stacks of worn grimoires and texts sitting in the dim candlelight. This is a comfortable place. A place to learn knowledge foreign to any human that has lived.

I search through some piles of books. Some contain images of intimidatingly large caves, made up of dark rock. Jagged mountains and gnarly trees lit by blue embers. Vast oceans, seemingly deeper than any on Earth. Massive groups of Demonic beings, all with various instruments. Castles more extravagant than any I’ve seen before. Truly a magnificent place.

I find myself getting lost in forgotten texts. My craving for knowledge can only be satisfied with the teachings of those who know more than any human could wish to know. I do not want to be blinded by ignorance, even though it may be comfortable.

I decide to leave the library, I have no idea how long I spent in there. I continue to walk through the cold stone halls, examining each painting lining the walls. The feeling of clarity and tranquility has only gotten stronger since I stepped through the gate so long ago. I turn a corner and I am met with an archway, outside I see mountains topped with ragged peaks. Serpentine Dragons fly through the dark sky and ancient trees dot the area. I am in awe as I watch the majestic beasts fly through the air. I hear the faint sound of wind blowing through the trees; pure bliss fills my soul.

As I stand taken aback, I feel a strong hand grab my shoulder. I do not feel endangered, instead, a strong feeling of love and devotion runs through me. I turn around and gaze upon a tall, robed man with the head of a goat. He carries a lantern yet the light isn’t enough to illuminate His deep black eyes. He is my Lord.

In a powerful yet smooth voice, He asks me to follow Him. We walk together, my Lord leading the way. Treading along a winding path, similar to the one I walked when I first entered His kingdom. He informs me that this place, Hell, is only a physical manifestation of the Infernal Kingdom. Humans are tied down by their minds, unable to comprehend a place that is not physical. We perceive reality in a literal physical way, which is why when we travel to the Infernal Kingdom, we see it physically while still tied down to our bodies. “Lord Satan, is there an afterlife?” I inquire. “It is not the time or place for me to tell you, knowledge is powerful and it is sometimes too overwhelming to handle.” I accept His answer, I understand how such knowledge may be too much for me to handle at this time.