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Franchezzo
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The Great Sea of Black Slimy Foulness:
Franchezzo learns that the putrid and filthy conditions of the lower Dark Realms came into existence as an emanation of the abominations and exceeding vileness of the Earth’s wicked.
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Editor's note:
Spirit Guide Abu offers tape-recorded testimony asserting that the Dark Realms are created by thought-projections of humans.
A parallel concept suggests that we begin to build our Summerland homes while still on the Earth. These abodes reflect one's level of spirituality. Further, Summerland itself changes over the years as a function of "group consensus"; in other words, as humans develop and become more sophisticated, Summerland environment will accommodate this upgrading.
In line with all this, we find Franchezzo being instructed that the sewer-pits of hell are also mind-constructed.
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I felt lonely and somewhat desolate in this far-off dismal country. The intense darkness, the horrible atmosphere of thick fog, made it almost impossible to see far in any direction, so that we reached the land of swamps before I was aware of it except for feeling a cold, damp, offensive air which blew in our faces.
Then I saw looming before me a great sea of liquid mud, black, fetid and stagnant, a thick slime of oily blackness floating on the top. Here and there monstrous reptiles, with huge inflated bodies and projecting eyes were wallowing,—great bats, with almost human faces like vampires, hovered over it, while black and grey smoke wreaths of noisome vapour rose from its decaying surface, and hung over it in weird fantastic phantom shapes that shifted and changed ever and anon into fresh forms of ugliness, —now waving aloft wild arms and shaking nodding gibbering heads, which seemed almost endowed with sense and speech—then melting into mist again to form into some new creature of repulsive horror.
On the shores of this great foul sea were innumerable crawling slimy creatures of hideous shape and gigantic size that lay sprawling on their backs or plunged into that horrid sea. I shuddered as I looked upon it and was about to ask could there indeed be lost souls struggling in that filthy slime…
Truly a strange group we must have made on the shores of that slimy sea,
how it came to be
which I learned afterwards was the spiritual creation of all the disgusting thoughts, all the impure desires of the lives of men on earth, attracted and collected into this great swamp of foulness.
Those spirits who were thus wallowing [and trapped] in it had revelled in such low abominations in their earth lives and had continued to enjoy such pleasures after death ... and they had been drawn down by the force of attraction into this horrible sink of corruption to wander in it till the very disgust of themselves should work a cure…
Yet [these] are their prisons of their own creating, for these great mountains of misery are the outcome and product of men's earthly lives, and these precipices are but the spiritual counterparts of those precipices of despair over which they have in earthly life driven their unhappy victims.
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Editor's last word:
We take note that all this foulness works a natural therapy: "... till the very disgust of themselves should work a cure."
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