I think when you die you are compelled to make a choice. First, you can decide to go into the light, look into the face of God, time stops, and you experience heavenly bliss for all eternity. And second, you decide you are not worthy, for whatever reason, and you turn away from the light. At which point, you are immediately given omnipotent powers.
Once you have omnipotent powers, everything you imagine instantly becomes reality the moment you imagine it. Then, for a few million years or so, you live out all your fantasies. You get to exercise all your desires, demons, and life regrets until they no longer have any power over you. At some point, you become bored because you can't think of anything else to experience that you haven't experienced a million times over. At that exact moment of that feeling, the light at the end of the tunnel reappears. But this time with a clean spirit you go into the light, you look into the face of God, time stops, and you experience heavenly bliss for all eternity.
So everyone will eventually make it into heaven to experience heavenly bliss for all eternity regardless of our earthly sufferings and earthly sins. What a beautiful thought. Don't you agree??? Is there anything more beautiful to hope and wish for than all our friends, family, and enemies getting to experience heavenly bliss for all eternity after they die regardless of their life history and circumstances.
My thoughts about religion are not really conventional. When I was in my 20s, I had a huge argument with a born again Christian. I said, "I can't listen to someone telling me what to think from a pulpit. I believe absolute authority comes from within." He said, "Who told you that?" This went back and forth for a while. Then, I really got the guy mad because he started talking about eternal damnation and where my soul was going to go when I died. I said, "How bad can it be? It can't be worse than living in New Jersey." He did not crack a smile.
I had to work with this guy so I tried to extend him an olive branch. I started talking about the metaphysics of Hell. I said the suffering you experience in Hell must be like an irrational number. If the suffering were a pattern that repeated eventually you would get used to it. So the suffering in Hell must be like an irrational number where it never is quite the same thing each time so as to prevent you from getting used to it. He said, "yeah, yeah, that's it." My born again friend smiled from ear to ear thinking about the prospect of my suffering in Hell. So we parted as friends. But his reaction of joy at the idea of me suffering in Hell always took me aback a bit. How good can a religion be if people who follow it take joy in other people's suffering. Evil is always where you least expect it. And what I have found, the people who are the most obsessed with morality and sin turn out to be the ones who are the most immoral.
