[ WP ] A device has been invented that allows the user to gaze upon Heaven or Hell . Hell is terrifying , and those who see it often need counselling . But their terror pales compared to those who witness God 's domain .

We've all imagined Hell- fire, brimstone, terrifying demons, and the Devil. But you can not fathom exactly how horrible it was. There is n't a word in the English language to describe the way the dead suffered in Hell. I'd imagine that `` zombie'' would be the closest word to describe what happened to someone when they went to Hell. They die and do the same thing over and over and over again- something that they remember, something they can cling to from their life before this, something to get them through eternity of suffering. Again, there is no word to describe how horrible this is for someone. 
 It gave me nightmares. 
 It made me sweat. 
 It made me go to therapy. 
 There my therapist asked if I had seen Heaven yet. I could n't bring myself to do it. I was worried it would make me question my existence, question my sense of reality, question me. She told me that maybe it would be a good idea, just to get it over with. Maybe with counseling, I could handle it. 
 
 Why did I listen? Why did I trust her? 
 
 Heaven was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. From what I've heard from others who have seen it is that it's different for everyone. It's your Heaven- your perfection. Here God was a ball of light; he/she/it was beautiful and hard to look at all at once. It was n't clear what their gender was or even if there was a gender. All I know is that I felt at peace- I felt calm. I could n't imagine anything more wonderful. 
 I craved to know what it smelt like and what it felt like. 
 I could no longer sleep because when I did, I dreamt of Heaven. 
 My therapist was of no help. She just sounded like the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon. 
 I stopped going. 
 I stopped eating. 
 I began praying. I prayed to be sent to Heaven and to know what absolute peace felt like. The device no longer cut it- it just made my heart, my soul, my whatever hurt. It did n't seem like I felt like what I could if I were in Heaven. 
 
 I decided I would go. It was the only thing I could do. I could n't handle it anymore- I needed to be home. My heart was no longer on Earth because I knew I belonged in Heaven. 
 
 So I did. I left. 
 What I did n't expect, was to be sent to Hell. 
 I had been so infatuated with Heaven that I almost forgot that Hell existed. So now, I'm stuck here. To repeat this story over and over and over again in my head.
