If I Believed in God . . .
He would be saying, WHAT is going on down there?! I created Heaven on Earth for those people. But they think they know better what to do with it, so they have made it into Hell on Earth!
If they had done what they were supposed to do with Earth, all they had to do was learn to cope with the intermediate step, Purgatory, which was the first step to graduation. Instead, they had such fun taking things into their own hands that they decided they didn’t need Me anymore. So here we are!
I had a perfectly good system for taking souls up into Heaven, choosing from both ends of the spectrum, some that were so perfect or so imperfect at the very beginning of life that I had need for them then and/or felt that they had already suffered enough. And, as for the other end of life, when the old people had nothing left to do and felt that life had become a burden to them, I gratefully called them back to Me.
But the people on Earth, carried away by hubris, decided to end the flow from birth to death as I had created it. All babies look so cute to them that they decided to upgrade the flow of new ones, no matter that I occasionally make mistakes in creating them, (no one’s perfect) and no matter whose babies they are—the people who believe that way feel that they know everything about everything and therefore have the right to make the decisions for those people whose babies they are regardless of their views. Ah, but there’s the rub! For once the babies are born, the people who think they know better lose any interest in them, letting them get through life as best they can, resenting the fact that they might be asked to contribute in any way to the expenses to those ex-babies who may suffer their whole way through life.
As for the old people, many of whom are suffering either mentally or physically, the do-gooders like to keep them breathing just as long as possible, no matter the cost (so long as the do-gooders don’t have to contribute) and any misery that might be inflicted on their families. Of course, there are some families who are also do-gooders and would keep their own family members going on and on—and some old people themselves going on and on. This was not My original intention. People were intended to live and die at different times so that there would not be a huge back-up. But here they are, and I am left with no choice but to make them die from war, starvation, terrible injuries, and saddest of all, suicide. (And, with regard to suicide, how sad it is that so many of the men and women who went to war to protect their families and countries from evil-doers are now committing suicide at an alarming rate—unable to cope with what they have seen and done! They are the ones for whom I have reserved a special place of peace and rest, and where they have earned the right to forget.)As I have said, anyone can make a mistake. Please forgive Me, Earth, for what I did wrong. I’ll try to do better next time.
If I Believed in God . . .