I began to think: Should we not strive to make each our own country "God's own country"? And not in a tribal or warlike sense, but a theocracy (God-rule) of the heart, by each of us pointing the compass needle of our mind toward the highest spiritual entity of which we can conceive. (This will necessarily vary from person to person, even within the same religion or philosophy. Your God is greater than my God if and in so far as the love and purity that flows from God through you is greater.) And then, with our mind so ordered, seek to promote the happiness of all, on Earth as it is done in Heaven. For there is no doubt, is there, that Heaven is a place of immense, overwhelming blessing upon every soul that abides there? Or do you think the angels or the saints fly around whacking each other with a rulebook and scolding: "You must do better!"
If there must be a Hell, let it be of their own creation who reside there. We are hardly obliged to add anything to it. Not even a single word. (Sometimes hard words need to be said, in exceptional circumstances, but only when they are meant to cause happiness in the end, and as soon as possible.)
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We used to use the phrase "living under an open heaven". I think that I ought to be a conduit for the flow of Heaven wherever I'm placed.
Mushroom, we have that phrase in Norwegian too! I had no idea you had it in English. It is a beautiful phrase.
Well Magnus I'm hoping Heaven is much as you describe it.
I'd like to add that in addition to being a conduit for Heaven one must attend to the reason for incarnation, which is a polishing of the being, so to speak.
The proper business of the human being is to spread happiness to others, true, but another important order of business is to seek out the dark and rotten spots in the being and experience them and then excise them.
So, strife, disharmony, conflict, etc. are to be welcomed as the "work" we do here. Otherwise why not just stay up in Heaven where things are nicer?
We are on the job here, and the job is to go head to head with the bad, the nasty, and the recalcitrant.
After our allotted years we take a break.
Or so I conjecture. I of course don't know any of this for sure.
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