Restoration

The idea of there being a general restoration at some point in eternity, after the consummation of the world, where the damned in hell will find release - or oblivion - is irreconcilable to the truth of the Gospel.

To this idea, the posited answer is simple: that restoration, to which people give speculation, is happening right now. And after that comes eternity: there is no "point" in eternity at which it may happen, for that is to put a time template on eternity. Eternity is forever now. Another form of putting it is to say eternity is always beginning. A comprehension that finds no end to comprehending. A dawn that never ceases to dawn.

The truth of the resurrection and redemption works in the permission given to evil to work its ways; the truth works right down into evil and offers restoration beyond comprehension: a greater good. That is why evil is permitted - that a greater good may come of it.

One either believes in God's restoration which is happening right now, and seeks after it, seeks to align oneself with it, or one believes in rot, in decay. This aligning oneself with God's restoration begins in the work of your own soul - your salvation. It is the work of the Cross.

No evil has power over God's restoration, but one must repent of evil. One is allowed by dint of free will to insist upon decay instead. Usury, sorcery, fornication, abortion, contraception, pornography, etc., etc., etc. - they are all sorts of anti-sacraments by which one is bonded to the power of evil, to the power of the devil, to the power of hell. The Sacrament of confession breaks all bonds, makes you into a new creation, makes you into a you that is the most you. And continuing in sanctifying grace, one picks oneself back up, again and again.

If you choose decay (helped along by the falsehood of glamour) and not restoration, then you will go down to the place where decay is insisted upon, and there you will be lorded over by Beezlebub: Lord of flies.

(Yes, an actual place, and not just a "state" about which Christ's language was just a "spatial metaphor", à la Father Barron.)