Punishment(Medium Mrs. Costel)
The wicked, selfish and obstinate spirits are given to a cruel doubt about
their current and future destinies, just after death. Look around them
and see no place where their negative influence may be in order, and are
then taken by desperation because isolation and inaction are intolerable to
the bad spirits. They dare not raise their eyes to places inhabited by pure
spirits. They assess their surroundings and soon, touched by the abatement
of the weak and punished spirits, charge as over a prey, armed by the
memories of their past mistakes, frequently revealed in their minimum
gestures. Not satisfied by that mockery, they fall upon Earth like hungry
vultures, looking for those among people who will give easier access to
their temptations. They seize over them, exalting greed, extinguishing
their faith in God and when finally owning their consciences and see they
have dominated their prey, they then extend the fatal contamination upon
everything that nears their victim. The bad spirit given to rage is almost
happy. He only suffers when he cannot act or when good triumphs over
evil. The centuries go by though, and the bad spirit suddenly feels taken
over by darkness. His circle of influence diminishes and his hitherto silent
conscience makes him feel the sharp tips of regret. Inactive, swept away by the whirlwind of his regrets, he wanders around, seeing as the Scriptures
says, the hair of his flesh stand up in fear. He is soon surrounded by a
large sense of emptiness.
Time has come for atonement. There looms reincarnation. He sees the
terrible hardships that wait, like in a mirage. He wants to step back but
advances, and precipitated into the widely open chasm of life he moves on
until the frightening veil of forgetfulness falls over his eyes. Born again, he
lives; he acts, he is again guilty. He has an uneasy memory, like presentiments
that give him the shivers but do not make him quit the evil path.
Worn out and tired of crimes he is going to die.
Lying on a pallet or on a bed, who cares! The guilty person, in his
apparent immobility, feels alive in a world of forgotten sensations! He sees
a glimmer of light under the closed eyelids; he hears strange sounds, his
soul is about to leave his body and agitates impatiently while his clenched
hands try to cling to the bed sheets. He wants to speak; he wants to shout
to those around him: Hold me now! I see the punishment! But he cannot.
Death falls upon the livid lips and the assistants say: he is in peace!
However, he hears everything. He fluctuates around the body that he
refuses to leave behind; a mysterious force attracts him. He sees and acknowledges
what he had already seen. In desperation, he throws himself
into space where he wants to hide. There is no place to hide. There is no
rest. Other spirits pay him back for the evil he has done; he feels punished,
ridiculed, confused; he errs and shall continue to err up until the day
when the divine spark shines upon his hardness, enlightening him, showing
him God the avenger, triumphant over evil, can only appease to the
price of groans and atonements.
Georges
Observation: The fate of the wicked has never been sketched in a more
eloquent, terrible and truthful way. Is it then necessary to resort to the
phantasmagoria of flames and physical tortures?
