A Divine Revelation of Hell

The Cells in Hell

a grayish tint. She was rocking back and forth. As she rocked, tears rolled down her cheeks. I knew from her agonized expression that she was in great Pain and was suffering from some unseen torment. I wondered what she had been charged with that she should be imprisoned here. All of a sudden, right before my eyes, the woman began to change forms—first to an old, old man, then to a young woman, to a middle-aged woman and then back to the old lady I had first seen. In shock, I watched as she went through these changes one after the other. When she saw Jesus, she cried, "Lord, have mercy on me. Let me out of this place of torment." She leaned forward in her chair and reached for Jesus, but could not get to Him. The changing continued. Even her clothes changed, so that she was attired as a man, then a young girl, a middle-aged woman and an old woman in turn. All of this changing seemed to take only a few minutes. I asked Jesus, "Why, Lord?" Again she screamed, "O Lord, let me out of here before they return." She now stood at the front of the cell, clenching the bars with tight fists. She said, "I know Your love is real. I know Your love is true. Let me out!" Then as the woman cried in terror, I saw that something was beginning to rip the flesh from her body. "She is not what she appears to be," said the Lord. The woman sat back in the chair and began to rock. But now only a skeleton was sitting in the rocking chair —a skeleton with a dirty mist inside. Where there had been a clothed body only minutes ago, now there were

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