The scenes in the kingdoms of Hell are a small—a very small—fractional portion of this great belt of dark matter.
This dark land has received within its borders all those multitudes of souls whose material lives have been passed on Earth and whose existences date back to the remote far-off ages when the planet first began to bear its harvest of conscious and immortal beings destined to sin and suffer and work out each their own salvation.
And far beyond lie the myriad dwelling places of the spheres—each spot or locality bearing the peculiar stamp of its inhabitants.
As there are no two faces—no two minds—exactly similar in all the countless beings that have peopled the earth, there are no two places in the spirit-world alike.
Each place and even each sphere is the separate creation of the particular class of minds that have created it.
Thus, in giving a description of this, or any other sphere, you are able to learn only what the spirit messengers themselves have seen and described, for another spirit who has seen a different portion of the same sphere may describe it very differently.
In all their wanderings—in all the sad sights they have seen—all the unhappy beings they have known, grovelling in this sink of their own iniquities, there are yet the germs of Human Souls, and to all is given the inalienable birthright of hope.
Can man, in his littleness, measure the power of the Almighty whose ways are past his finding out?
Can man put a limit to His mercy, and say it shall be denied to any sorrowful sinner however deep has been his sin?
God alone can condemn—
He alone can pardon, and His voice cries out to you in everything—in every blade of grass that grows—in every ray of light that shines—
How great is the goodness and mercy of God—how long-suffering, and how slow to anger.
And His voice calls with trumpet tongue through His many angels and ministering spirits to all who repent and seek for mercy—that mercy is ever-given—pardon—full and free—is granted to all who earnestly seek it and would truly labour that they may win it.
Even beyond the grave—even within the gates of Hell itself—there is yet mercy and pardon, yet hope and love held out to all.
Not one atom of the immortal soul essence is ever truly lost—wholly doomed—either to annihilation or eternal misery.
It is far easier for you, in your earthly life, to undo your misdeeds than to wait until death places a barrier between you and those to whom you would atone.
In those states of Hell, all is the outcome of men's own evil lives—the works of their own past—either on earth or in its spheres.
There is nothing, but what the soul has created itself, and each must work to undo what he has done—to build up again what he has destroyed—to purify what he has debased.
In the fullness of time, the good on earth, and in its spheres, will overcome the bad—the evil sights and evil places will be swept away, as the froth on the sea is swept on by the advancing tide.
Nothing is ever lost—
Nothing is ever destroyed.
All things are imperishable.
Those atoms, which your body attracts to it today are thrown off again tomorrow and pass on to form other bodies eternally.
When there is no longer magnetism sufficiently gross to hold the gross particles together, which form the lower spheres, these atoms will detach and will float in suspension in the ether until drawn to another planet whose spheres are congenial and whose spiritual inhabitants are on an equally gross plane.
The higher spheres are similarly formed of matter—more etherealised, yet still matter—which has been cast off from more advanced planet spheres.
Nothing is lost—
Nothing wasted—
Nothing is really new.
The things youcall new are only new combinations of that which exists already and which is eternal in its nature.
There is no limit to our knowledge, or our progress, and could we foresee the ultimate destiny of our own small planet, we would learn to look on our earthly lives and the sad probation of these dark spheres as stepping-stones on which to mount to the thrones of angels.
Hope is truly eternal, and progression is ever possible, even to the lowest and most degraded and sin-stained soul.
