Hell

Good luck in the hell - were the last words he hear before falling down.

One.Two.Three.Pain.Chaos.Darkness.

The end.

Light was so bright that ....that what? Actually he had no words to describe what was happening to him. He had no feelings. He just could somehow understand if something was good or bad for him. He did not liked this light. Though he did not know why, it was easy to understand that something bad was just starting. Something bad and endless.

There were walls moving towards him. He could not went through them. There was no way to escape. He looked up. The voice inside him said that he can fly if his soul is pure. He tried. He tried hard to levitate. But something heavy hold him down. "Your sins" said the voice. "You can not pass the filter if your soul contains bad energy". He did not know what to do, so started praying. "Too late" speaked the voice to him.

He felt how he was draining. He was continuously falling down...

When everything ended, he felt the start. The start of hell. No fire. No demons. Just the space.

He now was the dust. Nothing. He had no voice. He had no right. He just existed. He was part of the infinite universe. He was not a human anymore. He just turned into the dust.

He tried to think. To feel. But could not. It was strange. Even the pain was better than this strange existence with no purpose. No fear. He was not afraid of huge things flying around. There will be no harm for him. He wanted to die. But he cannot die anymore. It is the end. And the start. WHY GOD? WHY DID YOU LEFT ME? - he wanted to scream, but could not. The last time he recalled to mind his prevoius existence. Then all his memory started disappearing. He only had a knowledge about being something great. He only somehow knew that he lost his only precoius thing. He lost and he cannot return it. It was bad. No, even the bad was better than this. Consciousness slowly left him. Only a little energy was there. He was divided into billions of particles. He was turning into nothing. This nothing was so tiny at the very beginning, but then it started to feel as if was big. Large. Huge. Enormous. " You always was nothing. Never existed. You never owned anything. You was made from nothing. You are nothing. Did you forget? You don't need anything. You are the part. You never was a whole thing. You was inside of chaos. You lived in an illusion of conciousness. The life is a second related to the existence. It is a temporary form. You lost all your energy that would bring you to higher levels. You will stay forever at low place. After the infinity if there is any chance you can stay a part of something concious. You can then become alive. You can then have another chance to move to another level. And there you can stay forever. It will be good for you. But now there is no way. You have to be just an atom and just exist. Others are now light souls that are full of high energy. They are able to go through barriers and reach the right place. They are now on the other galaxies and planets. They are now another states of complexity and they feel very good. They are connected to meaning. They are strong. You all were the same. Equal. But they could save their souls. You could not. No blame. No punishment. No rewards. Just consequences. Just laws. Did not you know? When you was concious, was not you told to be high spirit? Why did you do wrong actions? Why did you get heavy energy? Why did you give your part for the illusion of having something in an illusionary world? Why?". The voice diminished. But the questions did not.

It was the hell.