Building Nova Earth: Toward A World That Works for Everyone

The Journey One Makes Once and Never Again

When asked if he had seen Herr Hitler, Winston Churchill responded that he did not know where in hell Hilter was and didn’t care.  Here is that hell – the Dark Planes, the Winterlands.

This is a voyage that one need only make once to determine never to make it again.

You needn’t abandon hope, all ye who enter here, but most residents had better prepare themselves for a long spell in the dark and cold.  We’d better put on our winter overcoat and take along our happy pills because we’re off to see the worst life gets. Thank heavens we’re only passing through.

No one stays here forever, but leaving it requires individuals to apply themselves and raise their vibration, just as we must raise our vibration to ascend.  Yes, these are the realms that George Bush Sr. and Jr. will inhabit, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, and all their kind. Anyone who has engaged in mass murder as they have will end up here. Even killing one person with malice will have you end up down under.

They will be deprived of all amenities, comforts, light and warmth. But they will not burn in a lake of fire and brimstone or any other nonsense.  It’s just a very nasty, uninviting place and must be a real disappointment after the White House. Knowing that this is where the dark will end up is what causes SaLuSa, Adamu and others to advise us not to trouble ourselves about justice and the fate of the dark. They will not escape the reach of the natural law.

Let’s follow Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson, who has been asked to visit the dark planes and report back to us so that we can know what awaits those who flaunt the law and do harm to their fellow citizens.

“It is not a pleasant subject, but I have been advised that the facts should be given, not with the intention of frightening people – that is not the spirit world’s methods or aims – but to show that such places exist solely by virtue of an inexorable law, the law of cause and effect, the spiritual reaping that succeeds the earthly sowing; to show that to escape moral justice upon the earth-plane is to find strict and unrelenting justice in the spirit world.” (1)

A resident since 1945. Third door on the left.

Benson travels the downward slope through the gray lands of the Lower Astral, through the Stony Planes, and into the dank, dark underworld of the Winterlands. First we’ll follow him down, down, down the ladder of consciousness to the Stony Planes and then, after that, even further down to the Winterlands.

“We had only been on the threshold of the lower spheres, but we had gone far enough to gather more than an inkling of what lay beyond.” (2)

“The light rapidly dwindled, dwellings were fewer and fewer, and there was not a soul to be seen anywhere. Great tracts of granite-like rocks stretched out before us [in the Stony Plane], cold and forbidding, and the ‘road’ we followed was rough and precipitous.

“By now, darkness had enshrouded us, but we could still see all our surroundings perfectly clearly. It is rather a strange experience this, of being able to see in the dark, and when one first undergoes it there seems to be an air of unreality about it. But, indeed, it is real enough.” (3)

“The light steadily diminishes until we are in a grey land, and then comes the darkness – deep, black, impenetrable darkness; impenetrable, that is, to those who are spiritually blind. Visitors from a higher realm see in this darkness without themselves being seen by the inhabitants, unless it becomes vitally necessary to indicate their presence.” (4)

Having descended into the Winterlands, Benson finds the bleakest spectacle he can imagine.

“[In] those realms of darkness and semi-darkness, … all is cold and bleak and barren. … [There] souls have their abode, souls who can rise up out of the darkness if they so wish … and will work for that end.” (5)

“As the higher spheres had created all the beauties of those realms, so had the denizens of these lower spheres built up the appalling conditions of their spirit life. There was no light in the lowest realms; no warmth, no vegetation, no beauty. It is in the power of each soul to [ascend], and nothing stands in his way but himself. It may take him countless thousands of years to raise himself one inch spiritually, but it is an inch in the right direction.” (6)

Benson visits a town in the Winterlands. This is not the absolute bottom level, but is where most of its residents live.

“We arrived at the border and looked out. Oh! The sight was enough to put us off going any further. It was dark and smelly. We promptly made ourselves invisible (that is easy – you just have to think it and you are). We walked slowly to the town, around which are smelly bog lands. It looked just like a foggy day in London. It is always semi-dark here so there are no trees, shrubs and, needless to say, flowers. Oh, the misery! These poor, poor souls were all dressed in earth clothes and not very clean at that. They all looked miserable…. It was cold as well.

“They made their own amusement playing cards or musical instruments. There was a library full of books on learning, mostly for bettering themselves, but some never bother to read them. Here, as you may put it, live the villains who fight and quarrel among themselves. From time to time High Spirits come here and walk invisibly amongst them. On seeing anyone making progress and thinking they would like help, they make themselves visible to help them. They have aided many hundreds to progress higher, but some alas will be here forever. …

“I made myself visible to talk to one. He was very sad indeed and openly admitted that he did not believe in ‘after-life,’ for he said if he had, he thinks he would have led a different life, for he had been a gangster in America in the ‘20s, and had done much killing and stealing … to make up for his poor upbringing. He said … he would not have thought a place like this existed. This was certainly ‘hell-fire and damnation.’ It was far worse than any slums on earth could be. One top of that it was always cold and dark. At least on earth you did see the sun. He was making progress and I am sure will make the ‘Summerlands’ one day.” (7)

Benson discusses the fate of women and children after death.

“There are many women here, but we saw on the whole far more men than women. Children do not come here no matter how bad they are. They go first to the stony plane and straight to school to teach them right from wrong, for a lot do not know, having had bad homes on earth they have not had the proper grooming. Most make good progress and soon enter the land of the sun where their relatives are waiting for them. If no one is there to claim them, there is a beautiful big home where most of them go. They are looked after by kindly men and women who spend all their time with them.” (8)

There is very little to do here except sit around playing cards and board games year after year, until the desire to progress sets in.

“There is not much to do here. … The main idea here is to get people out on to the next plane, so you cannot make it too comfortable. I am sure if I were here I would ‘die of boredom’ as the saying goes. I will never understand how they can sit around playing cards and dominoes for years on end. They have no ambition to go further, and yet on earth that is all they thought about, and that is what got them here in the first place, for they let nothing stand in their way, whether it be murder, corruption, or torture. Some did ‘everything in the book.’

“I talked to one or two and tried to tell them of the wondrous sights on the other planes, but some alas thought I was joking and said nothing could be as beautiful as I had described it. I could see I was wasting my time. … It is quite sad for many were very intelligent when on earth, but alas! I think they are too shaken at the whole thing and never get over the ‘after-life’ that they thought did not exist.

“We walked around the streets and thanked God indeed that we did not live here. … Many, I am sorry to say, deserve this, for they were evil, and they seemed to pass on their evil ways to others weaker than themselves. Here you have to be strong, and say to yourself, ‘I am not staying here for ever’ and mean it.

“Many of the houses were dark and small, many having only two rooms. The furnishings were dark and cheap looking. No carpets or rugs on the floor. No nice pictures to adorn the wall, in fact nothing very much, only the bare necessities. … I suppose you can understand the state of shock some are in when they first see their homes after living in the lap of luxury on earth, everything and everybody at their beck and call. You have no servants in the etheric planes – everyone is equal.” (9)

Benson contrasts life here with life in the higher realms.

“You will recall my mention of the many heavenly perfumes and scents that come from the flowers and that float upon the air. Here in these dark places the every opposite was the case. Our nostrils were first assailed by the most foul odors, odors that reminded us of the corruption of flesh in the earth world. They were nauseating and I feared that it would prove more than Ruth – and indeed I, myself – could stand, but Edwin told us to treat them in the same way that we had mastered the coldness of the temperature – by simply closing our minds to them – and that we should be quite unaware of their existence. We hastened to do so and we were perfectly successful.” (10)

“[If the light regions are called the Summerland,] the dark regions might almost be called the ‘Winterland,’ but for the fact that the earthly winter possesses a grandeur all its own, while there is nothing but abomination about the lower realms of the spirit world.” (11)

Benson now leaves the towns and passes to a region that is still more loathsome. This place is repugnant to every sense. Here he sees creatures that he barely recognizes as human. He descends to as low a reach of the Winterlands as anyone has.  There may be lower but there are few spirits who wish to travel further.

“Our visits have carried us to what we verily believe to be the lowest plane of human existence.” (12)

“As we climbed down through one of the numerous fissures in the rocks, I could see and feel the loathsome slime that covered the whole surface of them, a dirty green in color and evil smelling. There was, of course, no danger of our falling. That would be impossible for any dwellers in these realms.

“After we had journeyed for what seemed to be a great distance – I should imagine it to have been one mile of earthly measurement, at least – we found ourselves in a gigantic crater, many miles in circumference, whose sides, treacherous and menacing, towered above us.

“The whole of this area was interspersed with huge masses of rock, as though some enormous landslide or cataclysm had disrupted them from the upper rim of the crater and sent them hurtling down into the depths below, there to scatter themselves in every direction, forming natural caverns and tunnels.

“In our present position we were well above this sea of rocks and we observed a dull cloud of poisonous vapor rising from it, as though a volcano were below and upon the point of erupting. … we could perceive with our intuitive faculties the degree of malignity of the whole place. Dimly, we could see through this miasma what might have been human beings, crawling like some foul beasts over the surface of the upper rocks.

“We could not think, Ruth and I, that they were human, but Edwin assured us that once they had walked upon the earth-plane as men, that they had eaten and slept, and breathed the earthly air, [and] had mixed with other men on earth. But they lived a life of spiritual foulness. And in their death of the physical body they had gone to their true abode and their true estate in the spirit world.” (13)

“Interspersed throughout the great area of this dreadful region were pools of some sort of liquid. It looked thick and viscid, and inexpressibly filthy, as, indeed, it was. Edwin told us that the stench that came from these pools was in keeping with all else that we had seen here. …

“We were horrified to see signs of movement in some of the pools and we guessed, without Edwin having to tell us, that frequently the inhabitants slip and fall into them. They cannot drown because they are as indestructible as we are ourselves.” (14)

Whoa! That’s as far down as we go! Many people refuse to venture down into these domains, such as the mother of Rev. G. Vale Owens, who says:

“I have not been far into those dark regions, but I have been a little way; and the misery I saw was quite enough to suffice for some time to come. When I have progressed in my present work and have for some time helped those poor souls from the vantage point of this house, I may be permitted, and probably shall be, to go farther among them. But that is not yet.” (15)

Finally, Clifford McLean tells us that nothing can be done for these denizens of darkness until they sicken of their surroundings and determine to better themselves.

“The slums, as I call them, are inhabited by the foulest type of humanity. They are not forced into this way of life by adverse conditions, as is often the case on earth. No, it is something they have earned, or should I say, desired. Many sanctimonious old people, who apparently led virtuous lives on earth, are now satisfying their secret passions and perversions, in the company of kindred souls.

“The lowest pits of degradation are much worse than anything you have on earth in the practice of vice, malice and cruelty. But, throughout them, the law of justice reigns. There are no innocent victims here, on whom human venom can be vent. These poor souls are all alike and must work salvation out together.

“There is nothing much that can be done for these people until they become sickened or satiated through and through. They then feel a desire for a better way of life. But it may take them ages to desire this change. However, some time or other, they will start the journey to higher mental levels.

“If you will cast your mind back over recorded history, to all the crimes that have been committed in the name of religion and reform, the persecution and tortures that have been practiced by people of all nations on innocent victims, you will realize how these cesspools of darkness have been built up and you will, also, realize the justice of that law, demanding that they should be inhabited by those who have created such evils.

“These regions are, literally, dark and evil smelling as well. They are cold and dank and slimy. I, sometimes, think that the orthodox hell, with its pit of everlasting flame, would be quite cheerful in comparison. If there is such a place, I have not, as yet, seen it.” (16)

So there you have it. Go out in the sun and look at the flowers and trees and thank God that you’ll be leaving even these Third-Dimensional surroundings for the Fifth Dimension. The Illuminati who have ruined lives, murdered the poor citizens of Japan, Haiti and Chile, and caused one world war after another so that, for a brief time, they could enjoy eating off plates of gold and having whatever else from life they desired will soon enough be sitting at a bare table on a sparse wooden chair, bereft of light and utterly cut off from all sources of joy and pleasure.

There is nothing we need do. They will meet their fate without fail. Having such knowledge gives birth to the patience of saints. Meanwhile this is a world we may never see. It only takes one visit to firm up a determination to never come here again.

Footnotes

(1) Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson, through Anthony Borgia, medium, Life in the World Unseen. M.A.P., 1993, 194-201. All quotes are from http://www.angelfire.com/space2/light11/nmh/dark1.html [Afterwards LIWU].

(2) Ibid., 60.

(3) Ibid., 134.

(4) Ibid. 62.

(5) Ibid., 104.

(6) Ibid., 84.

(7) Ibid., 87.

(8) Loc. cit.

(9) Loc. cit.

(10) Ibid., 86.

(11) Ibid., 133.

(12) Ibid., 134.

(13) Ibid., 134-5.

(14) Ibid., 137.

(15) G. Vale Owen’s mother in G. Vale Owen, medium, The Life Beyond the Veil. Book I: The Lowlands of Heaven. New York, 1921., 57.

(16) Clifford McLean in LFM, 96-7.

 

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