The automatic reaction, when people hear “bottomless” is some kind of hole that has no bottom and if something falls into it, it falls forever and ever.
Some claimed to be religious leaders (pastors, preachers, ministers) who tackled the issue of the “Bottomless pit”, they come to the conclusion that it is shaped like a doughnut. Because it is shaped like a doughnut, anybody who falls into it, is falling forever. Yep...and I am a Chinese jet pilot. Talking about “blind leading the blind”!
The explanation of the “Bottomless pit” is MUCH simpler. It is also called the “Sides of the pit”. It appears to be that Hell is located in the “Sides of the pit”. Hell itself has many levels.
There is also a place called the “Sides of the North”, where the third Heaven is located.
The Earth is shaped like two pyramids and their bottoms stuck together. One is right side up, the other is upside down. There are two CAPSTONES. The CAPSTONE of the bottom pyramid (attached to the bottom pyramid) is the “Sides of the pit”, while the CAPSTONE of the upper pyramid (NOT attached, separate, from the upper pyramid is the “Sides of the North”.
Because the bottom CAPSTONE (where Hell is) is upside down and it is in the shape of a miniature pyramid, IT HAS ONLY SIDES BUT NO BOTTOM. Hence, it is also called the “Bottomless pit”.
The upper CAPSTONE (Third Heaven) is right side up, so it DOES have a “bottom” (which is frozen) AND also has sides. Hence, it is called “Sides of the North”.
The references to the bottom CAPSTONE state it has no bottom, while the references to the upper CAPSTONE don't state it has bottom, yet it does.
The major references to this are associated with the fall of Lucifer in Isa 14. From the way up, to all the way down.
If you reader got this far, the scriptures can be applied “devotionally”, “spiritually” and “doctrinally”. Most professing Christians apply the scriptures devotionally and spiritually but totally lack doctrinal explanations, because their professing pastors, ministers, etc., don't know doctrinal explanations. “Blind leading the blind”.
The doctrinal explanations count, which supposed to be SOUND doctrine. The difference between spiritual explanations and doctrinal explanations is expressed in the Scriptures with milk and meat. If your diet is milk, you are a baby...etc. Everybody loves babies, especially the status quo entities. LOL. Most people stay “babies” in all their lives and never grow up.
You can read ANYTHING, into the Scriptures! You can teach Communism if you want, as it is in the Scriptures.
An example, to show that not every statements you read in the Scriptures are true; “Come to Bethel and transgress”, as it is stated in the Scriptures.
Is the above correct?
The Scriptures tell you to go to Bethel and transgress.
“Ye shall not surely die”.
Is the above correct?
Well, she DID die...nine hundred some years later.
So, the statement was true for nine hundred some years, then it became a lie?
How does truth become a lie?
The fact is, it doesn't. She DID die on the spot when she took the fruit, but it was her SPIRIT to “God” that died, NOT her physical body. Its a language issue. Ignoring or paying attention to details.
You have to pay attention in the Scriptures WHO is talking, WHAT kind of condition the talker is, WHERE is the talker, WHEN is the talker talking and WHY is the talker talking! People talk differently when they are angry or when they are happy, depending where they are, to whom they are talking to and why.
YOU talked many times in anger, because the situation you were at one time at some place, and later on you felt sorry the way you talked.
Look at Jeremiah, the way he talked to God, then he was “sorry”. Look at Job, the way he talked to God, but at the end, his final conclusion was “I repent in dust and ashes”.
Humans are the most confused, scatterbrained creatures. Even R. Monroe states the existence of this “unorganized human mass of thoughts/radiation”.
The quote below is from “Journeys Out of Body” by R. Monroe.
Perhaps, this is what some people who died and came back saw and experienced. The only reason not everybody who died and came back experienced this, is because “He” came once in a while, therefore only those experienced “Him”, who died and came back AT THE TIME “He” was there. Others didn't experienced “His” presence, because “He” wasn't passing by, AT THAT TIME when they died, were there, then came back.
I often wondered, WHY everybody who died and came back didn't experience the same what some of those who died and came back experienced who claim they “saw God”. The simple reason, “He” wasn't there all the time, where they were.
The unfortunate part is that there are those who are unable to EXPLAIN the differences in the encounters and they deem the experiences of those who saw God to be hallucinations. NEVER trust a status quo “educated” jackass!!!
“Some of the resulting destinations have had all the aspects of hell to me. Others might possibly be
construed as heaven, and some differ in practice only slightly from our activities in Here-Now.
So, if Locale II seems to have portions of hell and doesn't quite live up to our notions of heaven, what
then? Where do we look for the guidepost? Where are the God and heaven that we worship? Have I
And yet, at times, in visiting Locale II, a very unusual event periodically occurs. It makes no difference
where in Locale II, the event is the same.
In the midst of normal activity, whatever it may be, there is a distant Signal, almost like heraldic
trumpets. Everyone takes the Signal calmly, and with it, everyone stops speaking or whatever he may
be doing. It is the Signal that He (or They) is coming through His Kingdom.
There is no awestruck prostration or falling down on one's knees. Rather, the attitude is most matter-offact.
It is an occurrence to which all are accustomed and to comply takes absolute precedence over
everything. There are no exceptions.
At the Signal, each living thing lies down-—my impression is on their backs, bodies arched to expose
the abdomen (not the genitals), with head turned to one side so that one does not see Him as He passes
by. The purpose seems to be to form a living road over which He can travel. I have gleaned the idea
that occasionally He will select someone from this living bridge, and that person is never seen or heard
from again. The purpose of the abdominal exposure is an expression of faith and complete
submissiveness, the abdomen being the most vulnerable part of the body or the area that can suffer
damage most easily. There is no movement, not even thought, as He passes by. Everything has come to
a momentary standstill, full and complete, while He passes.
In the several times that I have experienced this, I lay down with the others. At the time, the thought of
doing otherwise was inconceivable. As He passes, there is a roaring musical sound and a feeling of
radiant, irresistible living force of ultimate power that peaks overhead and fades in the distance. I
remember wondering once what would happen to me if He discovered my presence, as a temporary
visitor. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.
After His passing, everyone gets up again and resumes their activities. There is no comment or mention
of the incident, no further thought of it. There is complete acceptance of the event as an ordinary part of
their lives, and this is the great yet subtle difference. It is an action as casual as halting for a traffic light
at a busy intersection, or waiting at the railroad crossing when the signal indicates that a train is
coming; you are unconcerned and yet feel unspoken respect for the power represented in the passing
train. The event is also impersonal. Is this God? Or God's son? Or His representative?
Three times I have “gone” to a place that I cannot find words to describe accurately. Again, it is this
vision, this interpretation, the temporary visitation to this “place” or state of being that brings the
message we have heard so often throughout the history of man. I am sure that this may be part of the
ultimate heaven as our religions conceive it. It must also be the Nirvana, the Samadhi, the supreme
experience related to us by the mystics of the ages. It is truly a state of being, very likely interpreted by
the individual in many different ways.
To me, it was a place or condition of pure peace, yet exquisite emotion. It was as if you were floating in
warm soft clouds where there is no up or down, where nothing exists as a separate piece of matter. The
warmth is not merely around you, it is of you and through you. Your perception is dazzled and
overwhelmed by the Perfect Environment.
The cloud in which you float is swept by rays of light in shapes and hues that are constantly changing,
and each is good as you bathe in them as they pass over you. Ruby-red rays of light, or something
beyond what we know as light, because no light ever felt this meaningful. All the colors of the spectrum
come and go constantly, never harshly, and each brings a different soothing or restful happiness. It is
as if you are within and a part of the clouds surrounding an eternally glowing sunset, and with every
changing pattern of living color, you also change. You respond and drink into you the eternity of the
blues, yellows, greens, and reds, and the complexities of the intermediates. All are familiar to you. This is where you belong. This is Home.
As you move slowly and effortlessly through the cloud, there is music around you. It is not something
of which you become aware. It is there all the time, and you vibrate in harmony with the Music. Again,
this is more than the music you knew back there. It is only those harmonies, the delicate and dynamic
melodic passages, the multi-voiced counterpoint, the poignant overtones—-it is only those that have
evoked in you the deep, incoherent emotion back there. The mundane is missing. Choirs of humansounding
voices echo in wordless song. Infinite patterns of strings in all shades of subtle harmony
interweave in cyclical yet developing themes, and you resonate with them. There is no source from
which the Music comes. It is there, all around you, in you, you are a part of it, and it is you.
It is the purity of a truth of which you have had only a glimpse. This is the feast, and the tiny tidbits you
tasted before, back there, had made you hope for the existence of the Whole. The nameless emotion,
longing, nostalgia, sense of destiny that you felt back there when you stared at the cloud-layered sunset
in Hawaii, when you stood quietly among the tall, waving trees in the silent forest, when a musical
selection, passage, or song recalled memories of the past or brought forth a longing for which there
was no associated memory, when you longed for the place where you belonged, whether city, town,
country, nation, or family—-these are now fulfilled. You are Home. You are where you belong. Where
you always should have been.
Most important, you are not alone. With you, beside you, interlocked in you are others. They do not
have names, nor are you aware of them as shapes, but you know them and you are bonded to them
with a great single knowledge. They are exactly like you, they are you, and like you, they are Home. You
feel with them, like gentle waves of electricity passing between you, a completeness of love, of which all
the facets you have experienced are but segments and incomplete portions. Only here, the emotion is
without need of intense display or demonstration. You give and receive as an automatic action, with no
deliberate effort. It is not something you need or that needs you. The “reaching out” is gone. The
interchange flows naturally. You are unaware of differences in sex, you yourself as a part of the whole
are both male and female, positive and negative, electron and proton. Man-woman love moves to you
and from you, parent-child-sibling-idol, and idyll, and ideal—-all interplay in soft waves about you, in
you, and through you. You are in perfect balance because you are where you belong. You are Home.
Within all of this, yet not a part of it, you are aware of the source of the entire span of your experience,
of you, of the vastness beyond your ability to perceive and/or imagine. Here, you know and easily
accept the existence of the Father. Your true Father. The Father, the Creator of all that is or was. You are
one of His countless creations. How or why, you do not know. This is not important. You are happy
simply because you are in your Right Place, where you truly belong.
Each of the three times I went There, I did not return voluntarily. I came back sadly, reluctantly.
Someone helped me return. Each time after I returned, I suffered intense nostalgia and loneliness for
days. I felt as an alien might among strangers in a land where things were not “right,” where everything
and everyone was so different and so “wrong” when compared with where you belonged. Acute
loneliness, nostalgia, and something akin to homesickness. So great was it that I have not tried to go
There again. Was this heaven?
Once I tried to simulate There, on this world. I remembered as a child swimming in a pool that had
underwater deep-hued colored lights set in the walls. I remembered specifically which pool had
featured such lights.
Our country home had a swimming pool, so I set to work. We installed underwater lights, and I used
color on the lights. Try as I might, I couldn't get the deep hues I remembered. Too much power was
required. Also, we put in an underwater speaker so that you could lie in the water, with your ears
submerged, and listen to music from the system in the house. This worked quite well. But it was not
There, or close to it.
There was one peculiar item. Upon visiting the site of my childhood, the pool I remembered was there,
but it did not have colored lights under the water. No one, including old friends who swam with me in
the pool, could remember this pool as ever having colored lights under the water.
The saddest music in the world.