A Divine Revelation of Hell

A Divine Revelation of Hell

As we went deeper into the heart, I felt a horrible pain as some force rubbed my body. It seemed as though my very flesh was being ripped off me. I screamed out in terror. My captors dragged me to a cell and threw me inside. As they locked the door, I cried even louder. They laughed sarcastically and said, "It will do you no good to cry. When your time has come, you will be taken before our master. He will torment you for his pleasure." The dreadful odor of the heart had saturated my body. "Why am I here? What is wrong? Am I crazy? Let me out! Let me out!" I cried to no avail. After a while, I began to feel the side of the cell I was in. It was round and soft like something alive. It was alive, and it began to move. "O Lord," I screamed. "What is happening? Jesus, where are You?" But only the echo of my own voice came back in reply. Fear—the most awesome fear—gripped my soul. For the first time since Jesus had left me, I began to realize that I was lost without any hope at all. I sobbed and called out to Jesus over and over again. Then I heard a voice in the darkness saying, "It will do you no good to call for Jesus. He is not here." A dim light began to fill the place. For the first time, I could see other cells—cells like mine, embedded in the wall of the heart. A web of some kind was in front of us, and inside each cell a kind of muddy, gooey substance was flowing through the cells. A woman's voice from the next cell said to me, "You are lost in this place of torment. There is no way out of

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