The gates of hell
Many people do not believe that there are places like Heaven and Hell, but the bible clearly says that they exist. Jesus spoke about them.
Then He will also say to those on the left, Depart from Me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the Devil and his angels! Matthew 25:41
What I am about to share is not fantasy, a dream, vision or a religious exercise of some kind.
This is the accounf of a very real experience I had many years ago, in which the Lord took me to hell for 45 minutes. I was fully awake at the time, so it was not a dream.
As I lay there, the very distinct feeling of movement increased and a great darkness enveloped me.
The movements increased and images swirled around me before a scene or a series of scenes opened up to my gaze. It was like watching a slowly moving travelogue as three scenes appeared, slowly changing, fading in and out and moving before me in a repetitive patter.
When I returned to our bedroom and freshened myself, I lay in my bed and waited to see what was going to happen. The motion continued as before and then stopped momentarily as I was suddenly standing somewhere in the country. It was certainly not a dream as I was wide awake and I could feel ground beneath my feet. There were no houses or buildings and there really were no easily identifiable features, but I was in a landscape setting that was flat and lifeless as in a desert, devoid of trees, flowers and plants beneath a cloudless sky, or what gave the appearance of a sky.
Just in front of me was a hole in the ground that was approximately three metres in diameter. From the top, the sides looked rocky as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff, but the rock sides did not go very deep. They blended into a featureless black hole only about one meter from the top. The sides were jet black and smooth like black glass, completely devoid of features as the hole got deeper.
As I stood there, two gouges appeared in the ground leading towards the hole. They grew deeper as they got closer to the edge and I could hear a voice crying, almost screaming, “No! No!” and then the marks in the ground suddenly disappeared. As I continued to watch, similar markings appeared on the ground in random manner, appearing from the distance before radiating towards the centre like spokes in a wheel.
Each time, I heard that dreadful cry of, “No! No!” It suddenly dawned on me that they were marks made by peoples’ heels as if someone unseen was pushing them in or dragging them towards this hole and then pushing them in.
As I continued to lay there in my bed, another opening appeared before me. This was a vertical circular opening, whose bottom touched the edge of the first hole. It reminded me of one of those force fields seen in a Hollywood style science fiction movie.
I walked up to this opening and peered through. Immediately in front of me was the first hole I saw and it seemed as if I was looking straight down into it. I took a step and was immediately through this portal. It was like stepping through a glass window.
Once on the other side, I found myself floating above the hole. It was a strange sensation, as if hovering in space and I could turn around to look around me. Other than the opening behind me, nothing was to be seen. It was completely featureless, even more featureless than the first setting. There were no trees. There was no sky. There was no ground, no mountain, no clouds, no streams or rivers… nothing and it was a very strange sensation.
As I looked down, I started to slowly descend as if in an elevator. Although the diameter of this hole was comparatively small, (being around the ten feet previously mentioned) once below ground level there were no walls or sides. It seemed that the actual opening was only the thickness of a pane of glass, but it took some time to pass down through it. Looking around me it seemed that the scene went on endlessly and it was like looking at and into, perhaps through solid glass tinted black. It was not a wall in the accepted sense of the word, but there did seem as if it was there in the way one would see when descending in an elevator and passing trough the various floors of a multi level building.
Looking down past my feet, it took on the same appearance of an endless… bottomless layer after layer of this glass walled hole, yet that feeling of it being without a floor or walls. The sensation was very strange.
Every now and then in random order, coming from random directions and heights, sudden small explosions or bursts of fire would flare out and then stop. As they did, I could hear screams, which then stopped. Each time a flame exploded, a frightening and painful scream accompanied it.
There were sounds of moaning. The moans were that of agony, but there were other causes of which I am not aware (neither do I want to find out). I could hear crying and sobbing incessantly. All the time, those flames would spurt out and the screams that emanated were shocking. They were very short, but agonizingly and disturbingly shocking. An eerie silence pervaded the place whilst those sounds also kept coming into my ears and it was so unusual, I cannot really describe how such a silence can simultaneously have those dreadful sounds.
I did not really see anyone with great clarity. The figures I saw were featureless and incalculable and indescribable. I saw a group of people who were huddled together in an orderly group seemingly separated from everyone else. They were all dressed in a black hooded gown. Their faces were drawn and pale and there was a grey pallor over them. They were silent and looked downcast and forlorn, with an abject and total sadness I have never seen to such an extent over their faces.
Afterwards, as I documented this event, wondering who they were, the Lord said, “They are preachers… ministers of religion who did not preach the Gospel... who taught religion, but never brought the salvation message to anyone. Some of them are full gospel preachers, who never made it, because as faithless ministers they preached doubt and unbelief. They never believed what they preached. They have to stand there and watch those they led astray suffer in the bondage of hell. That is their pain and their suffering”.
Whilst I continued to look downwards, somewhere in the distance below me was a moving molten sea of flame. It was a seething mass of a substance that reminded me of molten lava. It was constantly moving and quivering with occasional objects like lumps of burning coal appearing and elevating slightly out of the flame, before subsiding.
Although I saw fire, it was a dank and cold place. My body felt chilly as if the coldness was a physical thing. Other people, who have had similar experiences as I, have spoken of a stench of sulphur and rottenness, but thankfully, I did not smell a thing. On recollection, it was as if my breathing had stopped. I simply do not recall breathing during this whole episode.
I do not think that I descended very far into this hole as it seems that I went down only as far as was necessary to give me a general picture of what is there. I could still see the portal through which I stepped. It was the same size, but now seemed as if it was so far away, it was unreachable. A mere paper thickness on the other side of it was normality… so close yet so far.
I then realized that everyone in this hole could see the vertical opening knowing that they could never reach it, let alone pass back through. How tormenting that would be in mind and spirit.
Continuing to watch this opening, doorways started to appear within, changing in shape, appearance and texture. One door would appear then be replaced with another and it kept cycling in this way for as long as I remained there.
I saw a double door made of heavy wood studded with metal bars and studs.
During all this time (which was for approximately three quarters of an hour), I felt as if I was constantly moving, yet I was physically still in my own body on the bed. Everything was exceptionally dark…so intense… so dark, I could feel it. The coldness was constant. As I lay there, I had an urge as if the Lord prompted me, to pull the sheet up over my head. I was not afraid, so did not do this to hide myself, but when I pulled the sheet over my head, it seemed to become literal darkness itself, like a tent or a shroud that completely enveloped or cocooned me so much that I could feel it underneath me.
Every person there constantly feels like that.
I then found suddenly myself back outside the vertical portal in the position I was initially in before I stepped through.
Looking back at and through the opening and as I peered in, I saw what looked like an oven that reminded me of a wood fired pizza oven, suspended in mid air, just on the other side of the opening. There were flames inside it, but I did not see any fuel. Stacked neatly inside, one on top of the other, were numbers of burning logs. Each log was about 100 millimetres in diameter and some five hundred to six hundred millimeter long. Every one of them was stacked neatly in a pile, burning, but not being consumed. The flames were swirling and without smoke.
I reached out with my right hand and extended it towards these logs. As my arm went through the opening, the portion that went through turned to flame, whilst the portion that remained outside remained the same. It was as if that portion of my arm became liquid flame, but I felt no burning sensation. I reached out, grabbed hold of one of those logs and withdrew my arm, bringing it with me.
As my arm came out, the flames stopped and I dropped the burning log, placing it carefully on the ground. When the log touched the ground, the flames went out and it turned into a human being. Each time I reached out, my arm turned to flame. Each time, I withdrew one of those burning logs and they turned into a wonderful person, they smiled at me with expressions were those of exceptional gratefulness and walked away. Without hearing their voices, it was as if they said, “Thank you”.
This process continued until the scene eventually faded and I was back to normal. I then went to Marge and she told me that she had intended to come upstairs in the bedroom to speak, the Lord instructed her not to disturb me. She had received a vision that evening before going to bed and wanted to share this dream with me. As I shared my experience with her, she told me about the vision she had and as it dovetailed right in with what the Lord showed me.
The Lord does not delay His promise, as some understand delay, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish, but all to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9.
If, after reading this you are unsure of your own future, then in a few seconds, you can make certain that Hell will not be your destination. It will not cost you a thing and there are no catches. This is very real and you can receive the most wonderful free gift anyone can receive... eternal life!
Subscribe to our Email publcations
Our ministry is registered with the Australian Government
Bashan Ministries ABN 83 173 400 921
PO Box 109 Stirling South Australia 5152
© 2021 All rights reserved