I thought it was rather stupid. At the very least, I didn't like the name. Why do we all have to go to a prison when we die. Hey, I may not be perfect, but prison? Couldn't Joe think of a better name? Besides it contradicts Jesus' promise to the crucified thief. How can they turn spirit prison into paradise?
With the spirit world being all around us I imagined that it was a partial state of mind and that you were in a lone and dreary wilderness with lots of mist and you couldn't find anyone.
It wouldn't be until a bright and shiny spirit missionary came along that you would feel some hope and they would take you to their spirit person meetings at the temple.
(Heard plenty of ghost stories at the temple where the good spirits supposedly congregate)
I imagined it like a large bishop's office. That is to say, dull and drab. Stark, white walls. Cheap, uncomfortable furniture. And everyone bored stupid. Sitting around, just waiting to get bailed out.
I actually did imagine prison bars keeping all us Naughties in our place.
Hey. ZEUS! Leave it to LDS, Inc. to conceive of a paradise predicated upon paper-pushing and bureaucratic read tape.
Book of Mormon is always talking about men being imprisoned by their own desires. I always thought it was full of people who couldn't see clearly because they were addicted to their former lives, or drugs, or pornography, ect.
Makes me feel stupid to think back on it, honestly.
I always imagined prison bars. Sometimes counseling and missionary discussions. Oddly enough it had the same decor as the temple. I always thought of all of the flowers in the temple as really well done plastic, and the decor always seemed fake like in a hotel. The building has little cells where people stayed and instead of doors one wall was prison bars so no one had any privacy.
My brothers suffer from extreme anxiety, panic attacks and depression. I always imagined their hell here on earth to be whatever the mormon hell was. You don't have to die to be in hell...
Even as a TBM I hated going to church. So spirit prison was being stuck at church, dressed up, with endless hours of spiritual meetings full of repetative talks and testimonies.
The MTC was maximum spirit prison on Earth. I was so glad to get out of there.