Places of Lust and Aggression


The following article deals with a plane, we will call hell, that is not a place of self-punishment. There is no such thing as punishment in the world beyond but self-punishment (see Hell Planes: Self-Punishment). In the world beyond, everyone is strongly attracted to the places that match with their own characteristics. Many people feel attracted to places where they are able to live out the wishes that they had to suppress during their lives. These are often planes that are characterized by a very dissolute lifestyle that can reach from harmless to chaotic. There, one has the possibility to finally compensate the worldly imposed conservative life. As the 'fulfillment' of the wishes doesn't bring the anticipated happiness, people feel frustration which results in aggression. Once this stage is reached the journey becomes more and more unpleasant. It is all downhill from there since anger and hatred increase. This is an automatic psychic mechanism that many people cannot control.

Back to the place where wishes are acted out. Visitors from a 'higher' sphere may find this lifestyle repelling because their thinking and feeling is based on different standards.
Most inhabitants of these hell planes are relatively harmless. Literature especially likes to portrait the lowest of those places. This serves on one hand side as a contrast and on the other hand side as a deterrent. Of course one can fall deeper and deeper. A feature of the astral planes is the fact that there are no limiting factors unlike in the material reality (no reacting matter, no law enforcers that punish). Everyone can live out their desires and fantasies completely, because there is no feedback and no restriction. This can result in alienation of norm. The people become more extreme in some aspects. From this point of view one can see a purpose of incarnation – the restricting boundaries of the material world help the derailed soul to find its way back to moderation.

“Twilight lands”

Translated from: Franchezzo "Ein Wanderer im Lande der Geister", Bietigheim, Württ., publisher: Turm Verlag, pages 65-68, Tl.1, chapter 6: Zwielichtland

One day I was wandering through these twilight lands and came into a city in the middle of a vast plain. The ground was black and dry. It could be compared to the ashes, rubble and clinker that can be found next to large ironworks. I was between the remains of ruinous huts that formed the transition area from the vast lands to the unfortunate city, when I heard the noises of a fight coming from one of the huts. Curiosity urged me to check what was going on and if there maybe is someone who needs my help.
The building I entered was more a barn than a house. In one of the rooms stood a large rough carpentered wooden table. Around the table sat a dozen men on small wooden chairs. These men were an insult to the humankind and more comparable with orangutans. Their rough and deformed facial features reminded me of the physiognomy of pigs, wolves and birds of prey.
It is impossible for me to describe these faces, these malformed bodies and twisted limbs. They wore tatty clothes similar to the clothing of the earthly existence and were a grotesque sight to look upon. Some of them wore traditional costumes of former times, others were dressed in the latest fashion. Overall they looked dirty, mean and tattered. Their hair was unkempt and messy. Their eyes glowed with the fire of intense passion then again they stared in despair or mischievous spite.

The ghosts I encountered in this building were fighting over a bag of money, that was laying on the table. One of them had found the money and wanted to use it as a bet in a game. The quarrel occurred when everyone just wanted to take the money without regard to the rights of the others. The question of law became a question of power and each man was threatening the others in violent ways. The finder of the money – or better the mental counterpart of our earthly money – was a young man with relatively good looks. He would not have fit into this degenerated circle of persons, if his strong passion had not left deep scars in his face. He claimed that the money was his property and that he wanted the men to play fair for it. He would not tolerate them to take it from him violently.

I had the feeling that there was nothing I could do to help. After I left this desolated place I heard the noises of several people crying out coming from behind me. I walked a few steps and found myself in front of another abandoned house. The moment I reached this house the whole wild gang ran out of their house, fighting to take the gold from the young man. They pushed one another while the first one in row beat and kicked the poor man and tried to grab his money bag.

When the attacker managed to get the gold, everyone dashed against him and the young man went on the run. He ran towards me. Just at that moment, the wild horde roared in anger. They wanted to catch the runaway and to mete out punishment to him for his betrayal. In fact the bag of gold they toke from the young man was filled with stones instead of money. It was similar to the fairy gold but here the gold turned into solid stones instead of turning into leafs.

The unlucky young man clung fast to me and begged me to save him from these devils. The whole gang dashed off towards us. Quick as lightning, I jumped into the empty building, dragging the poor man with me. I closed the door behind me and pushed my back against it, to keep the chasing pack out. Dear god! How aggressively they screamed, stamped and raged while trying to get in! And how I used all the power of my mind and body to keep them out! At that time I didn't know that invisible forces assisted me until the attackers gave up. In the end they left disappointed and angry, to search for another cause of quarrel.”

In regard to the stability and solidity of the door I want to add something from my personal observations. It is remarkable, that a brittle door like that couldn't be kicked in by so many shady creatures.

From: “Die Schicksalsbücher” Alfred Ballabene (“The Destiny Books” currently no English version available)

As the two friends entered the front yard of the first wooden shack, a desolated broad-shouldered man blocked their path.
“What do you know! Visitors.” He grinned. “You came here to find some relief, am I right? … Or to give some variety our existence? Anyways, you stay here and join in with us or you will regret your decision.”

When he realized that he couldn't make the desired impression on the two friends, neither with his appearance nor with his words, he called out for his followers. Suddenly, a whole bunch of untrustworthy people gathered around them. Neither Albin nor Antonio were interested in submitting to the unfriendly men. The leader of the group interpreted their hesitation right and broke a wooden slat from the hut next to him to give emphasis to his words.
He walked towards Antonio and winded up. Effortless, Antonio fought off his attack with his bare hand. A little fight couldn't scare Antonio off because he was used to a lot of conflicts due to his past life. The man was uncertain how to deal with Antonio so he tried his luck again with Albin. Albin was also not willing to let the unfriendly man force his ideas down his throat. He fought off the attacker like Antonio did before. He felt that some kind of force field was forming around his arm when he blocked the attack. The jab wasn't even touching his arm. The gang leader tried once again. This time he winded up more but the slat slid past Albin even tho he barely moved sideways. His inner confidence and preparedness acted like an invisible protective covering. It was hard to tell who was more surprised about that, Albin or the gang leader. The man tried to beat him harder several times after, but without any success. The gang members watched the scene with sardonic grins on their faces. It seemed like they obeyed the will of the leader but didn't love him. Seeing him fail brought them joy. …

Albin had lost interest in the gang leader already, but the force field that he felt during the attack puzzled him. He ruminated on this phenomenon and finally talked to Antonio about it. Antonio said that he had made the same observation and that it was puzzling him too. They discussed different explanations but nothing seemed to make sense. In the end they decided to make an experiment.

They both stood still. Albin teared a branch off a bush and gently hit Antonio's shoulder with it. The branch slid off three hands wide past Antonio's shoulder. Albin tried again harder and the branch came closer to Antonio's body before it slid off. Now there was just a half hand wide between the branch and his shoulder. This was a new insight. Apparently, it was not about an object and a body colliding, but about one persons will colliding with another persons will.

This assumption was confirmed when Antonio hit Albin with the branch.”

Apparently, the planes are less homogeneous than they appear at first glance. There are inclusions of places with higher and lower vibes. Here an example from my own experience.

“Church with fallen statues” (own experience)

As I became conscious, I found myself on a normal street of a city. Everything around me was lifeless. Somehow baffled, I walked along the street and asked myself if I was in a lucid dream or on an astral plane. I saw the backside of a church. It was a large, bare stone wall made out of huge, gray cuboids. I had the impression that this windowless backside was concealing something. That was enough to stir up my curiosity and I went closer to the mysterious wall.

As I came closer I noticed two inconspicuous, closed wooden doors. I entered one of them and came into an anteroom. There were two staircases: one leading down into the basement and one leading upwards to the church hall. I toke the one leading upwards. Surprisingly, I found myself in a roofless dome that was lit by day light. In the middle of the hall was a pile of rubble which I climbed onto. I realized that most of the stones were fallen, colorful marble statues.

I wanted to analyze the pile more closely when I saw a giant pair of bird legs behind the gate to the anteroom. I couldn't see the whole body from my location. I guessed that it was a 3 – 4 meter tall human like creature. My emphatic sense also told me that this being was wearing a steel armor. The presence of this creature was overwhelming and powerful and became more and more intense as I observed it. Apparently, my presence had been noticed as well. I felt threatened by the intense hateful aura of the being and wanted to leave as quick as I could. I traversed two side halls and found myself lucky to see a collapsed part of the wall, through which I could jump outside.”

“The Helias Cave“

Translated from: “Die andere Welt” 1965/II, vol. 16, No. 10, pages 939-940

Prologue: One evening I saw in a newspaper the request of a young woman that was seeking help concerning hateful thoughts towards her recently deceased mother. She claimed that these thoughts were hunting her day and night. She described her youth as mirthless and especially loveless and full of iniquities and flusters caused by her heartless mother. She blamed her for her miserable marriage and for her blighted life in general.
The bitter hatred she felt for her mother even after her death, was making her physically and emotionally sick. “Who can help me?” she asked.

With the intention to answer her in the morning, I felt asleep. That night I suddenly saw the shining figure of my protecting spirit and teacher in front of me. Friendly, he invited me to come with him.
I left my physical body and floated next to my teacher through a gray-green plain that was illuminated by the shrouded moon. We hurried through this gloomy wasteland towards a massive mountain chain or massif. Then we found ourselves standing in front of an opening that led downwards. My teacher kindly said to me: “Climb down, you are guarded.”
I felt save in his custody and was already used to experience these spiritual things, so I climbed down through the rock crevice. It seemed like the crevice led into a bottomless pit. Finally, I felt the ground underneath my feet. I found myself in an almost completely dark cave. On the floor lay a tattered bundle of clothes. When I gave it a closer look I realized that it was moving.
A thin, old woman was crawling towards me. Apparently, it was the evil mother of the unfortunate young woman. Seeing this miserable creature aroused compassion in me. As she imposed her company on me, I helped her to get up because I thought my visit there was connected to this poor soul.

Not knowing about the law, I held the old woman in my left arm and told her that I want to help her. A loving impulse came over me and I tried with my right arm to draw a magical circle of light around us. Several times, I fervently called the holy name of our savior that has power in heaven and on earth... But horror of horrors! - No sound passed my lips, no matter how hard I tried to speak the word of light. Suddenly, I realized that in this place of darkness, far from god, everything is “soundproofed” and silence is absolute.
The pitiful creature slipped from my grasp, fell to the ground and then lay there lifelessly.

I continued looking around the horrid dungeon. A shadowy gnomic figure appeared from the darkness. It carried a large octagonal shield which screened colorful film scenes like in a cinema. It slowly approached the woman with the shield facing her. Terrified, she leaped to her feet, raised her arms in defense and cried: “No, no. I don't want to see anything!”
She was revolting desperately until she collapsed in exhaustion.

I knew that the film sequences were evolving around her guilt-laden life on earth, since all thoughts, words and deeds with their causes and effects, are written in the personal “book of life”. I also understood that only the voice of conscience is allowed to speak here. Here, the callous hearts are being admonished until they accept and repent their mistakes. Only then, the path of reformation which leads back to the eternal home opens up to them again.

Soon life returned back to the pitiful creature. Carefully, she crawled away. I looked in the same direction as she did and saw a narrow crevice. The thoughts of the woman were clear to me; she wanted to jump down through the opening into the “nothingness” as she believed. She just wanted to leave this horrifying darkness and the perennial accuses. Several other repelling creatures followed after her with the same intent.

Not far from the crevice I saw two larger spirit beings. They were like spellbound, starring at a distant sunlit blooming garden in springtime. Intuitively, I perceived that as a reflection that should remind the advanced guardian souls of bright days on earth. In this way, the longing for light should be awakened in their darkened minds. I was shocked about the fact that even in this place of banishment and despair a slow development is possible. The eternal love of the heavenly father is not letting any of its guilt-ridden children become lost forever. Rather, a way back to the fatherly home is always held open, even if it is connected with an unimaginably long process of reformation...

Meanwhile, the two “guardians” had noticed the attempts to escape. They turned around and with extended arms they expelled the creatures back into the cave.
It seemed like my stay in the depth was over and so I walked towards the exit. The crouching woman realized what I was going for, looked at me with evil eyes and crawled towards me. She forced herself upon me and screamed: “Serpent, what did you promise?!”
The other wretched creatures noticed me as well and slunk around me. My confidence left me and I strongly called out for help.
A broad ray of light came from above and cloaked me. Happily, I thought: “Help is coming but how do I get out of here?”
Scarcely I framed this thought when I saw a rope as thick as an arm hanging right before my eyes. I grabbed the rope and when I left the deplorable place I knew that I had been in “Helias Cave”. (derived from Hel)

As I arrived upstairs my spiritual guide greeted me and told me that the mental reflection of the rope would have been unnecessary if I had concentrated my attention only on the light beam.

Brought back by my guide I awoke in an inexplicable condition: My lower body was freezing cold all the way up to my heart. My upper body however was burning hot. Somehow startled, I tried to resolve the painful incongruity with the help of prayers, breathing exercises and massages. Not until later, I had been brought to the realization that this disharmonious state is the same state that the pitiful creatures of “Helias Cave” are in. I should stay aware of this state.
After my body functions had come back to normal again, I thought about this exceptional incident for quiet a while and wrote it down. Maybe my report can be thought-provoking to some of the readers.”

© Alfred Ballabene (Vienna) translated by Seth