"My god is a god of evil and you should embrace and worship him, unconditionally, or else!"
The part that's true is that we're creating our own suffering in relation to harmful ideologies and false beliefs. Self-tormenting with concepts invented by humans like hell, to deceive and control, for instance. Not all Christians believe in hell either.
It's likely that some of the ideas for "hell" were inspired from delirium experiences. In such episodes, it becomes impossible to distinguish fantasy from reality and one is plunged into whatever happens in the vivid dreams, that are influenced by our conditioning but also by our illness and the trauma leading to the state itself. It feels real and material/physical even when it's fluid and dreamy. People who don't die just eventually wake up from it as from any other dream, there can be some residual trauma.
Still, there is no evidence that delirium connects the person to an actual "spiritual" dimension outside of their mind. Evidence demonstrates that it occurs due to electrochemical imbalances and processes in the neurology of the brain. For this reason, evidence also shows that signs leading to delirium tremens can be addressed with treatment that does either prevent or mitigate, or stop it. No demons involved either, but the strong personal experience may include conflicts with animals and other monsters, rapid succession of imaginary environments, frenetic life struggle, etc.
It can occur due to serious alcoholism, but is also common in hospital ICU settings, due to organ trauma as well as aggressive treatment including drugs that then are withdrawn, producing temporary metabolic imbalances. I've had one in ICU for septic shock and hypovolemic shock (I almost died on the operating table before ICU). In the delirium episode that immediately followed days of ICU treatment one night, I was running and fighting for my life, it was terrible. I was also apparently loudly praying for help, which I realized when suddenly finally getting out of it. I was completely back to reality in an instant and begging for some ice for my dry mouth and throat (I wasn't allowed to drink water yet and was still on IV). The ice felt heavenly.
In one of the strange scenes where I was fighting for my life, I was a woman with a Caribbean style of skirt (I'm actually male), on a very small tropical island with a few trees, full of other young women also running for their life. We were running and pushing eachother in waves from one end to the other, due to a huge pelican-like bird monster who'd just pick and choose another victim and swallow it. I felt the air around me, the sand under my bare feet, the people around me I was struggling to push my way through, my breathing and my heart pulse. Extremely realistic. Each time the pelican picked, we were looking possibly anticipating to be the next. And running for life.
