It was a Friday night, my Mom and I had come in early to church for deliverance and it went really well. I was feeling invigorated and free; I was so excited to pray. I love feeling the presence of the Holy Spirit like that! I had at first brought a scarf to tie around my waist when I was dancing and praying. When I was dancing I kept stumbling and having a hard time. Then once prayer started I couldn’t concentrate and everything was distracting me. I finally got up and went to pray by myself in the hallway; and I still couldn’t pray. I cried out to Jesus and begged Him to give me the strength or to reveal why I couldn’t pray. Then the scarf around my waist started to make me too hot, so I took it off. Immediately I could concentrate and pray! The scarf was given to me by someone who was cursing my family and I, so I got up and threw it away. Then when I came back into the prayer service I was able to concentrate and pray in tongues.
I prayed hard, and was feeling the holy fire and the presence of the Lord intensely. It was amazing, and so encouraging. Then suddenly I was taken to the gates of hell. The vision started out much like the vision I had had before. I saw the terrible demons and creatures shaking the gates in excitement of the torture they are going to be able to inflict on the lost souls outside of the gates of hell. I saw the endless sea of lost souls and I fell to my face and began weeping. I was weeping even harder than the time before I was taken to this same place. Then I saw the gates open and the lost souls flooded into hell, and the demons and nightmarish creatures attacked. The torture began immediately, and then I heard the screams. There is no possible way to describe the sound, it was so agonized, tormented, plagued with sorrow, besieged with hopelessness and endless pain. It was worse then a mother who has just lost her child wailing, worse then a widow’s anguished cries for the loss of her husband, nothing compares.
Torment and Misery of Hell
My view was from above hell. Hell stretched on forever, it was infinite. And I could see all sorts of different abuse and torture taking place; so many different people being punished. It was horrible; everywhere I looked there was suffering. I couldn’t even comprehend how much misery and affliction their souls were going through. Then Jesus showed me the place where sexual predators, rapists, and sexual abusers of every kind go. It was so horrifying. The human souls were hung by their genitals and were being constantly stabbed by long, thin, and incredibly sharp spears. Their faces had such a pain plagued expression, that I tried to turn my face away. But, when I looked away what I saw was even more petrifying and tragic.
I saw young men being sliced over and over again all over their bodies. These weren’t just flesh slices, these gashes went as deep as, or through the bone. These young men were being tortured this way because they had killed some in a gang fight, or in a knife related way. Then I saw women who had been prostitutes, they were continually having their genitals and womb torn apart by these creatures with 7 clawed fingers. The flesh was being shredded and torn apart until it looked like shredded meat. Their faces had a look of pure and indescribable pain. It made me dry heave and almost throw up.
After I saw this I opened my physical eyes and stumbled to the church bathroom. I was crying so hard but, I didn’t want to see anymore. But the whole time I wasn’t praying and was in the bathroom I could still smell and hear hell, I could hear the tortured screams and smell the blood, the burning, and the rot. When I got to the bathroom Laura asked me if I was ok, I couldn’t even talk. Then once I was done throwing up and I was stumbling down the hallway, Pastor met me half way to the sanctuary. She asked me what was wrong, and all I could say was that there were so many people in hell, and that it was so horrible. I don’t even know if I was forming full words, but she understood me. She told me to go pray some more, so I did.