Is the Great English Philosopher, Thomas Hobbes, in hell?

English author, John Bunyan (1628-1688), is best known for his fictional work, The Pilgrim's Progress. However, in a non-fictional work that has been attributed to Bunyan, Bunyan appears to have seen (and even talked to) Thomas Hobbes, the great English philosopher, in hell.

The account of their meeting is detailed below:

We had not gone much farther on before we heard another tormenting himself and increasing his own misery by thinking of the happiness of blessed souls.

We were diverted from giving any further ear unto these stinging self-reflections of this poor lost creature by seeing a vast number of tormenting fiends lashing incessantly a numerous company of wretched souls with knotted whips of ever burning steel while they roared out with cries so very piercing and so lamentable I thought it might have melted even cruelty itself into some pity, which made me say to one of the tormentors, “Oh, stay your hand, and do not use such cruelty as this is to them who are your fellow creatures, and whom perhaps you have yourselves betrayed to all this misery.”

“No,” answered the tormentor very smoothly, “though we are bad enough, no devil ever was a bad as they, nor guilty of such crimes as they have been. For we all know there is a God, although we hate Him! but these are such as never could be brought to own (till they came hither) that there was such a Being.”

“Then these,” said I, “are atheists, a wretched sort of men indeed, and who once wanted to ruin me, had not eternal grace prevented it.”

I had no sooner spoken, when one of the tormented wretches cried out with a sad mournful accent, “Sure, I should know that voice. It must be Epenetus.”

I was amazed to hear my name mentioned by one of the infernal crew; and therefore being desirous to know what it was, I answered, “Yes, I am Epenetus. But who are you in that sad lost condition that knows me?”

To this the lost unknown replied, “I was once well acquainted with you upon earth and had almost persuaded you to be of my opinion. I am the author of the celebrated book so well known by the title of ‘Leviathan.’”

“What! the great Hobbs?” I said. “Are you come hither? Your voice is so much changed I did not know it.”

“Alas,” replied he, “I am that unhappy man indeed. But so far from being great that I am one of the most wretched persons in all these sooty territories. Nor is it any wonder that my voice is changed; for I am now changed in my principles, though changed too late to do me any good. For now I know there is a God. But oh! I wish that there were not, for I am sure He will have no mercy on me. Nor is there any reason that He should. I do confess I was His foe on earth, but now He is mine in hell. It is that wretched confidence I had in my own wisdom that has thus betrayed me.”

“Your case is miserable, and yet you needs must own you suffer justly. For how industrious were you to persuade others, and so involve them in the same damnation. None has more reason to know this than I, who had almost been taken in the snare and perished forever.”

“It is that,” said he, “that stings me to the heart to think how many perish by my means. I was afraid when first I heard your voice that you had likewise been consigned to punishment. Not that I can wish any person happy, for it is my plague to think that many are so while I am miserable; but because every soul that is brought hither through by seduction while I was on earth, doubles my pain in hell.”

“But tell me, for I fain would be informed and you can do it. Did you indeed believe when upon earth, there was no God? Could you imagine that the world could make itself? And that the creatures were the causes of their own production? Had you no secret whispers in your soul that told you it was another made you and not you yourself? And had you never any doubts about this matter? I have often heard it said that though there are many who profess there is no God, there is not one that thinks so; and it would be strange there should, because there is none but carry in their bosom a witness for that God whom they deny. Now you can tell whether it is so or no, for you have now no reason to conceal you sentiments.”

“Nor will I, Epenetus,” answered he. “Although the thoughts thereof sting me afresh, I did at first believe there was a God, but falling afterwards to vicious courses, which rendered me open to His wrath, I had some secret wishes there was none. For it is impossible to think there is a God, and not withal to think Him just and righteous, and consequently that He is obliged to punish the transgressors of His law. And being I was conscious of myself as obnoxious to His justice, it made me hate Him, and wish that there was no such Being. But still pursing the same vicious courses, and finding justice did not overtake me, I then began to hope there was no God; and from those hopes began to frame in my own breast ideas suitable to what I hoped. And having thus in my own thoughts framed a new system of the world's origin, excluding thence the being of a Deity, I found myself so fond of these new notions that I at last prevailed upon myself to give them credit, and then endeavored to fasten the belief of them on others. But before I came to such a height as this, I do acknowledge that I found several checks in my own conscience for what I did, and all along was now and then troubled with some strange uneasy thoughts, as if I should not find all right at last; which I endeavored to put off, as much as in me lay. And now I find those checking thoughts that might have been of service to me then are here the things that most of all torment me. And I must own the love of sin hardened my heart against the Maker, and made me hate Him first, and then deny His being. Sin, that I hugged so close within my bosom, has been the cursed cause of all this woe; the serpent that has stung my soul to death. For now I find, in spite of my vain philosophy, there is a God. I find, too, now that God will not be mocked, although it was my daily practice in the world to mock at heaven and ridicule whatever things are sacred, which were the means I used to spread abroad my cursed notions, which I always found very successful. For those I could but get to ridicule oracles I always looked upon to be in a fair way to become disciples. But now the thoughts thereof are more tormenting to me than all the torments I sustain by whips of burning steel.”

“I would ask another question. I heard yourself and others cry out of burning steel and fire and flames; and yet I cannot discern it. Where there is fire there just be some degree of light; and yet from what appears to me you are still in utter darkness.”

“O that I could but say I felt no fire! How easy would my torments be to that which I now find them! But alas, the fire that we endure ten thousand times exceeds all culinary fire in fierceness; and is of quite a different nature from it. There is no light at all attends it, as goes upon such fire as burns upon earth. But not withstanding all the fire in hell, we are in utter darkness. But then the fire you burn on earth is of a preying and devouring nature; for whatsoever it takes hold of it consumes to ashes; and when it meets with no more fuel it goes out. But here it is not so. For though it burns with that tremendous fierceness, which none but those that feel it know, yet does it not consume, not never will. We shall ever be burning, yet not burned. It is a tormenting, but not a consuming fire. Here the fire seizes upon our souls and puts them into pain so tormenting as cannot be expressed. It was my ignorance of this when upon earth that made me ridicule the notion of immaterial substances being burned by fire; which here, to my own cost, I find too true. And then another difference betwixt the fire that burns us here and that which burns on the earth is this, that you can kindle that whenever you please and quench it when you will. But here it is otherwise; this fire is like to a stream of brimstone and it burns for ever. And this is what I have to answer to the last sad question that you asked me.”

“Sad indeed,” said I. “See what Almighty Power can inflict on those that violate His righteous law.” I was making some further observation on what I heard, when the relentless fiend who was before tormenting them, thus interrupted me.

“You see by him what sort of men they were when in the world; and do you not think that they deserve the punishment they undergo?”

To which I answered. “Doubtless it is the just reward of sin which now they suffer, and which hereafter you shall suffer too; for you, as well as they, have sinned against the ever blessed God, and for your sin shall suffer the just vengeance of eternal fire. Nor is it in the least any excuse to say you never doubted the being of a God; for though you knew there was a God, yet you rebelled against Him, and therefore shall be justly punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord and from the glory of His power.”

The above account appears in Visions of Heaven and Hell, which can be read online in the website cited below:

http://www.freecdtracts.com/testimony/john_bunyan.htm

Alternatively, for a hard copy of the book, you can buy it from Amazon below:

Woman Who Loved Money in Hell

Upon an attempted suicide, John Bunyan was shown this vision of spiritual realms. Bunyan (1628-1688), an English author and preacher imprisoned for his faith, is best known for his fictional work, The Pilgrim's Progress. However, the excerpts quoted below, from Visions of Heaven and Hell, is NON-FICTION.

In hell, Bunyan saw a woman having flaming sulphur forced down her throat by a tormenting spirit. The spirit did so with such horrible cruelty that Bunyan could not help but say to it: “Why do you delight in the tormenting of that cursed wretch that you perpetually pour that flaming, infernal liquor down her throat?” The dialogue that ensued is as follows:

The fiend replied, "This is nothing more than just retribution. This woman in her life time was such a sordid wretch that though she had gold enough, she could never be satisfied and therefore I pour it down her throat. She didn't care who she ruined and undid so that she could get their gold. And when she had amassed a great treasure than ever she could spend, her love of money would not allow her spend it except to supply herself with the common necessities of life. She often had an empty stomach, although her bags were full, or else she filled her stomach at another's expense. And as for her clothes, they either never grew old or they were always patched until it was hard to say which piece was on originally. She had no house because she didn't want to be taxed; nor did she keep her treasure in her hands because she feared she would be robbed; nor would she let it out on bonds and mortgages out of fear of being cheated. Although she cheated all that she could, and she herself was such a great cheat that she cheated her own body of food and her own soul of mercy. Since gold was her god on Earth, is it not just that she should have her belly full of it in hell?"

When her tormentor was done speaking, I asked her whether what he said was true or not. To this she answered, "No. Because if what my tormentor told you was true, I would be satisfied. But, he tells you that it is gold that he pours down my throat; but he is a lying devil and speaks falsely. If it was gold I would never complain. But he abuses me, and instead of gold he only gives me the horrible, stinking sulphur."

I could not forbear telling my conductor I was amazed to hear a wretch in hell itself so to dote upon her riches and that too, while in the tormentor's hands. "This may," said he, "convince you it is sin that is the greatest of all evils; and where love of that prevails - the love of gold (to which this cursed creature is given up) is a more fatal punishment than that which the apostate spirits here inflict on her."

Bunyan’s essay can be read online, in the website below:

http://www.freecdtracts.com/testimony/john_bunyan.htm

Alternatively, for a hard copy of the book, you can buy it from Amazon below:

Friends on Earth, but Forever Hating One Another in Hell

Upon an attempted suicide, John Bunyan was shown this vision of spiritual realms. Bunyan (1628-1688), an English author and preacher imprisoned for his faith, is best known for his fictional work, The Pilgrim's Progress. However, the excerpts quoted below, from Visions of Heaven and Hell, is NON-FICTION.

In hell, Bunyan saw two ungodly persons, who had been friends on earth, but in hell, were cursing one another and blaming each other for their individual plight:

We then passed on further, among dismal scenes of unmixed sorrow, and saw two wretched souls tormented by a fiend who without ceasing plunged them in liquid fire and burning brimstone, while they at the same time accused and cursed each other.

One of them said to his tormented fellow sufferer, "O cursed be your face, that ever I set eyes upon you! My misery is due to you; I may thank you for this, for it was you who ensnared me thus. It was your covetousness and cheating and your oppression and grinding of the poor that brought me hither. If you had but set me a good example as you did an ill one, I might have been in heaven, and there have been as happy as I am now miserable. But, O wretch that I was! My following your steps has made me in this wretched state and ruined me forever; O that I never had seen your face, or you had never been born to do my soul that wrong that you have done."

The other wretch replied, "And may I not as well blame you? For do you not remember how at such a time and place you did entice me and drew me out and asked me if I would not go along with you, when I was about my other business, about my lawful calling? But you called me away, and therefore are as much in fault as I. Though I was covetous, yet you were proud, and if you learned of me your covetousness, I am sure I learned of you my pride and drunkenness; and though you learned of me to cheat, yet you taught me to lust, to lie, and scoff at goodness.

"Thus, though I stumbled you in some things, you stumbled me as much in others; and therefore if you blame me, I can blame you as much. And if I have to answer for some of your most filthy actions, you have still to answer for some of mine. I wish you never had come hither; the very looks of you do wound my soul, by bringing sin afresh into my mind. It was with you, with you it was I sinned. O grief unto my soul! And since I could not shun your company there. O that I could have been without it here!"

From this sad dialogue I soon perceived that those who are companions upon earth in sin shall be so too in hell in punishment. And though on earth they love each other's company, they will not care for it in hell. This, I believe was the true reason why Dives seemed so charitable to his brethren, that they might not come into this place of torment; it was love unto himself and not to them that was his motive; because had they come hither, his torments would have thereby been increased.

Bunyan’s essay can be read online, in the website below:

http://www.freecdtracts.com/testimony/john_bunyan.htm

Alternatively, for a hard copy of the book, you can buy it from Amazon below:

Is John Lennon in Hell?

There are two reports of people seeing John Lennon in hell.

The first is by one of seven Columbian youths, who claim to have been taken by Jesus Christ to see both heaven and hell, after a morning prayer.

This is what one of the youths testified to seeing:

We then arrived at some caverns, at some terrible doors, like a labyrinth.  We didn't want to go inside.  There was a terrible odor and heat that choked us.  Once we entered, we saw terrible things, frightful images.  The entire place was engulfed in flames. In the middle of the flames were the bodies of thousands of people.  They were suffering in great torment.  The sight was so horrifying that we didn't want to look.

The place was divided into different sections of torment and suffering.  One of the first sections that the Lord allowed us to see was the "Valley of the Cauldrons," as we called it.  There were millions of cauldrons.  They were inlaid at ground level and each had boiling lava inside.  Within each one was the soul of a person who had died and gone to hell. 

As soon as the souls saw the Lord, they started to shout and scream, "Lord, have mercy on us!  Lord give me a chance to get out of here!  Lord, take me out and I will tell the world that this place is real!"  But the Lord didn't even look at them.  There were millions of men, women and young people there.  We also saw homosexuals and drunkards in torment.  All of the people were shouting in very great torment. 

It shocked us to see how their bodies had been destroyed.  Worms were going in and out of their empty eye sockets, mouths, and ears, and were penetrating their skin all over their bodies.  This fulfills the Word of God written in Isaiah 66:24, "They shall go forth; they shall gaze upon the dead bodies of those who have rebelled against Me; for their worm shall not die, nor shall their fire be quenched; they shall be an abhorrence to all mankind" and also in Mark 9:44, "Where their worm never ceases and the fire is not put out."  We were horrified by what we were seeing.  We saw flames about 9 to 12 feet high.  Within each flame was the soul of a person who had died and gone to hell. 

The Lord allowed us to see a man who was inside of one of the cauldrons.  He was upside down and pieces of flesh were falling off his face.  He stared at the Lord intently and then started to shout and call on the name of Jesus.  He pleaded, "Lord have mercy!  Lord give me a chance!  Lord take me out of here!"  But the Lord Jesus wouldn't look at him.  Jesus simply turned his back to him.  When Jesus did this, the man started to curse and blaspheme the Lord.  The man was John Lennon, the member of the satanic music group called "The Beatles."  John Lennon was a man who mocked and made fun of the Lord during his lifetime.  He said that Christianity was going to disappear and Jesus Christ would be forgotten by all.  However, today this man is in hell and Jesus Christ is alive!!  Christianity hasn't disappeared either.

As we started to walk on the edge of that place, the souls extended their hands toward us and begged for mercy.  They asked Jesus to take them out of there, but the Lord wouldn’t even look at them.

http://spiritlessons.com/Documents/7_Jovenes/English_7_Jovenes_Hell.htm

The other person who may have seen John Lennon in hell is Maurice Sklar, a world-class concert violinist.

Apparently, Sklar had shared on his Facebook account:

One time, many years ago in 1984, when I was in graduate school/college this song came on the radio. As he was singing, the LORD spoke to me very strong these words…“He isn’t imagining any longer. Now he KNOWS beyond any doubt.”

Then, suddenly, I had a vision of John Lennon in torment in hell. Demons were surrounding from all sides and stabbing him repeatedly all over his body and taunting and mocking him as he heard this song. He was screaming in agony “Now I believe! Now I believe’ but it is too late!” as then they turned him upside down and immersed him slowly into what looked like boiling oil.

I shall never for forget that horrorfying vision.

http://onecanhappen.wordpress.com/2012/08/25/vision-maurice-sklars-vision-of-john-lennon-in-torment-in-hell-he-isnt-imagining-any-longer-now-he-knows-beyond-any-doubt/

Why is John Lennon in hell? Accoring to the book The Lennon Prophecy, John Lennon may have sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his worldly musical success. In The Lennon Prophecy, the author conjectures that a 20-year-old Lennon, so disillusioned with a life of sadness and disappointment where he was abandoned by his father and stricken with the death of his mother, entered into a deal with the devil to achieve fame and fortune. The author puts forth the theory that a 20-year pact began in December of 1960, shortly before a night when Beatlemania first struck audiences on December 27, 1960, when the Fab Four played at Town Hall Ballroom in Litherland, England. During that performance, as the author writes, "The Beatles evoked a response noticeably different from anything in their past." From there, The Beatles inexplicably and immediately shot to global fame at a level never seen before or since. The 20-year pact came to its tragic conclusion on December 8, 1980, when a man who later testified he was possessed by demons, fulfilled the end of the contract by murdering Lennon outside of his apartment at The Dakota in New York City.

Is Michael Jackson in Hell?

After a period of fasting for 15 days, a young Ecuadorian girl named Angelica Houston went into a trance for 23 hours, and during that time, met Jesus Christ and was shown heaven and hell. In hell, she saw a number of famous people being tormented there, including Michael Jackson. When Angelica Houston was interviewed on video, this is what she had to say concerning Michael Jackson: 

Jesus told me that many famous people were walking to that place, famous and important people. Take for example, Michael Jackson.  This man was famous all over the world but he was a satanist. Although many people may not see it that way, but it is the truth. This man had satanic covenants: he came to agreement with the devil in order to achieve fame and attract many fans.

Those steps that he performed, that's the way I saw demons walk while tormenting people in hell. They would slide backward and not move forward, while they shout; enjoying the anguish they impose upon the people. Let me tell you that Michael Jackson is in hell. The Lord showed him to me after Michael died. He let me see Michael Jackson tormented in flames. I cried to Jesus, “Why?” It wasn't easy to see how this man was being tormented and how he would scream. Anyone who listens to Michael Jackson's songs or sings them or who is a fan of Michael Jackson, I warn you that satan is trapping you in his web so that you will end up in hell. Right now, renounce it in the name of Jesus! Jesus wants to set you free, so that you will not be lost.

http://spiritlessons.com/Documents/Prepare_to_meet_your_God/index.htm

In a second video interview, Angelica Houston gave more details concerning her encounter with Michael Jackson:

Days before my first experience in Hell the Lord gave me a vision and said, “Look, this person went to hell.” I am talking of the famous man known as MJ (Michael Jackson), he’s also know for white glove. He was in Hell for the reason I stated on my previous video. While I was recording that video, the Lord told me, “Talk about him.” That’s why I am telling you about him being in Hell’s flames.

While approaching that place of flames, I noticed many demons in a circle, and within that circle there was somebody being tormented. He extended his burning hands and was yelling, “Help! Help!” I could understand the language he was speaking.

I wanted to help him so badly, and I could see how the demons would raise him up and force him to dance and sing as he did on Earth. The demons mocked him and threw him into the flames. They would pick him up and whip him. He screamed in terrible pain. Oh, how horribly he was being tormented.

It broke my heart to see this and I said, “Lord, please do something, oh! Lord help him.” As I extended my hand to help him, my hand suddenly burst into flames, and filled with worms.  I said, “Lord Look! What's happening?” Then demons began to laugh and mock me…

 

http://spiritlessons.com/Documents/Prepare_to_meet_your_God/2nd_Video/index.htm

Here are some videos of Angelica Zambrano preaching in Spanish:

A Prominent Woman Makes an Unsuccessful Attempt to Escape Hell

Harold Armstrong Baker (1881–1971) was an American Pentecostal missionary to China from 1919 to 1950, during which he pioneered the Adullam Rescue Mission for street children in Yunnan Province, China, together with his wife, Josephine. The children in the home, mostly boys aged from six to eighteen, began to have spiritual experiences, claiming to have seen heaven through a series of visions. These visions were recounted in Baker's book Visions Beyond the Veil.

Baker was also the author of the book Plains of Glory and Gloom, and in it he deals with the question of life beyond the grave. To that end, he discusses divine revelations that people have received, and the excerpts of Baker’s report is below: 

The true church from days of old warned of hell because from time to time some of its members were taken by angels to visit it.

The Bible also tells of hell; because its writers, inspired by the Holy Spirit wrote of realities. The pagan from pre-historic times, the church from its earliest days, the Bible of the ancients in describing the horrors of hell in varying degrees according to the depths of sin and principle of judgment for sins committed.

The hell of the past is the unchanged hell of the present. As I have written in my former book, Visions Beyond the Veil, the Lord so poured out the Holy Spirit on the children of our Chinese orphanage and gave such repeated and unmistakable God-sent visions of hell that I could as easily doubt my own existence as revealed in the Bible and seen by these present-day witnesses. The children saw their acquaintances in hell. That is surely up-to-date news.

Many similar reports recently given corroborate the same facts. For instance, when Miss D lay in a trance from which she could not be wakened for seven days, she visited not only heaven, but also hell. While in the latter place she met Miss W, who had died during the time of Miss D’s trance. As Miss D was leaving that awful place she saw Mr. C also enter the infernal region. He, too, had suddenly died. Not even the friends watching by Miss D’s side had heard of the death of this man so clearly seen.

Miss D was next conducted to a place which she described in the most terrifying language and declared that the horrible shrieks of lost spirits still seemed to sound in her ears. As she approached the burning pit, a tremendous effort was made to draw her into it; but she felt herself safe under the protection of her guardian angel. She recognized many in the place of torment whom she had known on earth, some having been considered Christians. There were princes and peasants, rich and poor, learned and unlearned writhing together in a dreadful unquenchable fire where all earthly distinctions and titles were forever at an end. Among them she beheld a Miss W, who had occupied a prominent station in society, but had died during the trance of Miss D. She said that when Miss W saw her approach her shrieks were appalling beyond the power of language to describe and that she made a desperate, but unsuccessful attempt to escape.

“Punishment of lost souls she represented as symbolizing the respective sins which had occasioned their condemnation. Miss W, for instance, was condemned for her love of money, which I had every reason to believe was her besetting sin; and she seemed to be robed in a garment of gold, all on fire. Mr. O, whom she saw, was lost through intemperance; he appeared to be punished by devils administering to him some boiling liquid. She said there was no sympathy amongst these unhappy spirits, but that unmixed hatred in all its frightful forms prevailed in every part of the fiery regions.

“She beheld parents and children, husbands and wives, and those who had been companions in sin, exhibiting every mark of deep hatred to each other’s society, and heard them in fiendish accents upbraiding and bitterly cursing one another. She saw nothing in hell but misery and despair, and heard nothing there but the most discordant sounds, accompanied with weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Whilst she gazed upon the revolting scene, many souls arrived from earth, and were greedily seized by innumerable devils of monstrous shape amidst horrid shouts of hellish triumph.

“This fearful view of the state of the lost agrees with the testimony of S.T., whose case is on record in Mr. Wesley’s Journal whom he knew on earth. Among them was a former school mate of whose death this witness had not heard. If this man was not seeing realities, how did he see in hell these deceased people? He tells his own story thus:

“My guide said, ‘Look.’ As I looked, oh, horror of horrors! There was an ocean of fire with many people in it, a few of whom I knew. As far as I could see there was fire and people. The fire I am accustomed to seeing does not look so horrible, or so hot, as that awful fire did. It was so hot that there was a vapor looking a little like steam everywhere. Oh, the misery and suffering! Words utterly fail me to give an idea of what I saw and heard.

“Some of the people were crying, some groaning the most pitiful groans and begging for water, water! Some were pulling their hair; some gnashing with their teeth; some biting their hands and arms; such a sight is impossible for me to describe. One I knew was a young man, formerly a schoolmate of mine. His mother was my Sunday school teacher, and we all thought her to be a Christian. He raised up and said, ‘Mama is here, too.’ At that time I did not know that either this boy or his mother was dead. I saw others who died as they had lived, in deep sin. One was a woman who cursed, but when she saw it did no good she groaned and said, ‘That used to ease my temper, but it doesn’t any more.’ Another standing near remarked, ‘Well, we had our own choice.’

“Then my guide said to me, ‘Do you want to go further?’ ‘No’, I replied; ‘never again do I want to see this place of torment.’ It makes me shudder now to think of that place of misery and suffering called hell. No one can possibly imagine how awful it is. It seemed to me that I was suffering at the time I was seeing hell.’

Of another testimony we read:

“She tried to tell us something of the horror of the scene upon which she looked; she declared that she had no language with which to describe it, that it was beyond the power of words to describe the misery of lost souls. She saw an innumerable company of them, weeping and wailing and gnashing their teeth, tearing their hair and digging their faces with their nails until the blood ran. The unsaved soldiers who fought in the late war were still engaged in deadly conflict and fought and bled unceasingly. The misery of all was augmented by the torment of demons, multitudes of whom thronged the pit, while hosts of others were driven out by the master demon to bring in the souls of men. They were faithful in the discharge of this duty, and were constantly dragging in their shrieking, terrified victims whom they threw down in the midst of that mass of wretchedness. The most vivid impression made upon the mind of the girl who viewed this horrible scene was that hell was enlarging its borders to make room for the throngs who were trending that way. Constantly the prince of devils urged his co-workers to greater activity and encouraged them to repeat. “The harvest will be great. The harvest will be great!” Lost souls were vainly trying to escape to warn their friends of the depths of misery which await if they refuse the mercy of God.

“This was told to us as a continued story, but was related slowly, with frequent pauses, as the terrible scene once more presented itself to the mind of the young woman. Frequently she cried out in anguish and covered here eyes with her hand as if to blot out her vision. ‘Oh!’ she cried, ‘I cannot even think of it for a long time lest it drive me crazy.’”

Plains of Glory and Gloom is a rare, out-of-print book that was published in the 1950s. You might be able to get copy from Amazon in the link below:

12-year-old Boy Sees People Addicted to Alcohol and Fashion in Hell

A 12-year-old boy was given a vision of hell in April 2013, in which he saw people addicted to alcohol and fashion being tormented there. Below are the excerpts of what he saw:

I could not see the face of the Angel as he was pointing towards countless number of people in the flames of HELL. Although almost all of the people we saw in the flames are skeletons, some faces were revealed to us. These were the faces of our very close relatives who are still alive today. There were some who were long dead though. I saw how they were being tormented by demons.

These men were consuming much alcohol and they would drink almost every day while on earth. I saw demons throwing beer bottles at them and pouring some liquid substance on their heads. This made them scream loudly and in deep pain. I also saw how burning cigarettes were being pinned into their heads until they were completely burned. They screamed calling our names for help saying: "Glenn, Jaydeen, Charis help me, help me, help me please"! I also saw how a teenager of 17 years was being tormented by a fat bald demon. This young man was naked and this demon was holding a long spear in his hand. The demon wrote on this young man’s back with the spear while he was screaming for help. I saw these words with his own blood as ink: “Superga, showing off name brands”. This young man has an unhealthy addiction to brand name clothes and shoes.  Those chasing after this, BEWARE!

The original article was written by in the blog Preparing for the Kingdom of God:

http://www.preparingforthekingdom.com/p/dreams-and-visions-charis.html#visions_jaydeen  

Man in Hell Warns of the Consequences of Continuing to Gratify Sinful Desires

In 1848, Marietta Davis, a twenty-five year old woman living in New York, fell into a coma, from which neither family nor doctors could arouse her. She awoke nine days later and related to her family and her minister a detailed vision of heaven and hell.

In her visit to hell, Davis was warned by a tormented man about the consequences of continuing to gratify sinful desires. The excerpts of what this man told her are detailed below:

Another spirit cried out, “Go away and leave us to our lot. Your very presence gives us pain. It reminds us of our lost opportunities and…” Here the second spirit paused for a moment, then he continued. “No, wait. I don't know why but I feel compelled to talk to you. I will tell you what we have learned here about the power and influence of evil and why men and women are so attracted to it. Listen to me!”

He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “When a person is in the body his spirit is very difficult to perceive. It is inside him, invisible. But when he dies and enters this place, the spirit becomes the basis of his existence. It becomes his very being. It pervades everything, controls everything and inspires everything.

“People on earth are opposed to the truth that men and women will suffer for their sins when the spirit leaves the body. They think that the love and goodness of God would never allow this to happen. But evil and suffering certainly do exist in this place. The cause of it is obvious, yet people seek to reject it and even accuse God of evil."

He looked at me. “Violation of God's law always has harmful consequences. It inevitably brings death .instead of life and perfection. It is sin, the breaking of the law, that prevents men and women from becoming what they were meant to be. It is sin that removes them from a life with God.

“This great and unchangeable truth is obvious in every aspect of our lives whenever laws are broken. This place is full of the awful results of it.”

The spirit lifted his contorted face and cried out in despair.

“Why don't people come to their senses and realise what happens when they sin? Why don't they stop their sin and turn to God to avoid these terrible consequences? Marietta, you are obviously not one of us. You will leave here and go back to places of peace. Aah!” he groaned. “We feel madness and delirium whenever there is even the mention of peace and love. I am telling you these things because you are returning to earth. Tell those people what you have seen and warn them about the dangers waiting for those who continue to gratify their wrong desires.”

I recoiled in horror at his outburst. The hideous look on his face imprinted itself in my mind forever, but at that moment I was removed from his presence.

I knew that what I had just witnessed was utterly and undeniably real. Those spirits were people I had known on earth! But how they had changed! They had become the embodiment of sorrow and remorse. How passionately I wished they could, escape to become pure and be able to take their place with those happy spirits I had visited in the Paradise of Peace!

Marietta Davis’ vision was recorded in a book entitled Scenes Beyond the Grave. The excerpts above are from a plain English rewrite of book produced by Dennis and Nolene Prince.

A PDF of the original old English version is available here:

http://www.dailybread.com.au/e-books/Marietta_Davis/Scenes%20Beyond%20the%20Grave.pdf

Proud and Pleasure-Loving Woman in Hell

In 1848, Marietta Davis, a twenty-five year old woman living in New York, fell into a coma, from which neither family nor doctors could arouse her. She awoke nine days later and related to her family and her minister a detailed vision of heaven and hell.

In her vision, Davis saw a proud and pleasure loving woman tormented in hell. The excerpts of what she saw are detailed below:

As I gazed aghast at these awful things, a spirit approached me and I recognised her. She was someone I had known on earth. On the outside she looked far more brilliant than she had been in the flesh. Her body, face, eyes and hands seemed to have a metallic lustre that changed with every movement and every thought.

“Marietta, we meet again. But,” and she paused and gazed at me, “I know that you will not stay here, as I must do. You can see that I am now a disembodied spirit. Everyone who inwardly denies the Saviour comes here when they die.

“I can see that strange feelings are stirring your heart. I felt the same! When I discovered where I was I looked and wondered. I was bewildered and anxious, but I also experienced something that you have not yet known. I have a deep sorrow inside that this brilliant exterior would love to hide," she went on quickly, “but I must tell you, I must warn you about it.”

She looked at me urgently. “My life on earth suddenly came to an end. As I left the world I travelled very quickly in the direction determined by my strongest desires. Inwardly I had always wanted to be pursued and honoured – to be flattered by everyone. I wanted to follow the perverted desires of my proud, rebellious and pleasure loving heart. I wanted pleasure without restraint, the freedom to fulfill any passion, to do anything I wanted to live in a world where there was no religion, no prayer, no Sunday church and no one to rebuke me when I did wrong. I wanted a place where all my time was spent in fast living, with no one to stop me.

“So I entered the spirit world with these attitudes and went to the place suited to them. I rushed to enjoy the glittering scenes that you can see and was welcomed straight away, for they could see that I was fit for this place. They did not welcome you because they could see that your underlying desires are quite different.

“I had a wonderful reception. They rushed to greet me and embrace me, shouting ‘Welcome! Welcome!’ I was amazed and confused, but nevertheless excited and energised by the atmosphere of the place. I found myself pulsating with a strange and restless power.

“A phosphorescent light was given off by every part of me. It concentrated about my head like a brilliant crown, and reflected on my face, giving it a wild unearthly glow. As I breathed out, my breath became like a robe that wrapped itself around me, making me look just like all of my companions here. I became aware that some strange force was spreading through my brain, absolutely possessing it.

“So I followed my impulses and abandoned myself to all the attractions around me. I set out to satisfy my cravings for pleasure. I partied. I joined the wild and sensuous dancing. I picked the shining fruit. I plunged into the rushing streams and gorged myself with everything that seemed to be delicious and inviting. But when I tasted these things 1 found they were repulsive and caused me more and more pain. The desires I have are so unnatural that the very things I crave for I detest, and the things I delight in torture me. It creates in me a strange addiction. My appetite is dulled, yet my hunger is not satisfied and cannot ever be satisfied.

“I crave for everything I set eyes on, but when I lay hold of these things I feel only disappointment and agony. With every new experience I feel some strange fantasy, hallucination and intoxication. Strange things happen all the time, and these give me more hallucinations and more fears.

“In myself I seem to have become a part of the whole scene here. I cannot stop myself from saying what everyone else is saying. I laugh and philosophise. I scoff, blaspheme and ridicule. Yet my every phrase, no matter how impure, is full of sparkling wit, glowing metaphors and clever persuasion.”

She gestured around her. “The waving trees, the shining fruit, the objects of gold, the moving phantoms, the deceiving waters - all these things present a dazzling picture, but they only mock me. Inwardly I crave to satisfy my hunger and thirst, but my desire creates a tantalising illusion of cool waters that I can never drink, of delicious fruits 1 can never taste, of refreshing air I can never feel, and peaceful sleep I can never enjoy. I am fully aware that these things around me are nothing but delusive fantasies, but they are a controlling power which dominates and confuses my mind with a cruel magic.

“I am continually attracted to evil. I am the slave of perverted and deceptive forces and the evil that controls them. My will is dying, and as it dies so does my hope of mental freedom. Instead I am becoming convinced that I am a fundamental part of this whole revolving fantasy.”

She looked at me, her eyes full of despair, and pointed around her. “This place, curtained off by that dark cloud, is one great sea of perversion and depravity. Here you will find lust and pride, hatred and greed, ambition and strife, love of self: blasphemies and mad partying. All of these things are here, fanned into a raging fire. If some particular evil is not the specialty of one spirit, there is always another to provide it, so that the total effect is the combination of all these evils. This is where I live and I am bound by it.”

She seized me by the arm and directed my attention to the groups of people milling around. “Here you will find those who exploited the poor, employers who robbed workers of their wages, others who put heavy burdens on the weary. Those who followed false religions are here, together with hypocrites, adulterers and murderers. So too are the suicides - those who were not satisfied with their lives and brought them to an end.

“If people only knew about the dark and awful night that they fall into when they die unprepared, they would try to postpone their death rather than hurry it up - no matter how great their troubles. They would act sensibly and improve their lives. Earth," she added, “is a place of testing for everyone.

She forced me to walk along a path off to the side. “Do you think life is full of grief on earth? Well here, no matter where you look, you find many more new reasons for gloom. Is your hope of finding happiness on earth fading? Well, all you will ever know in this place is unceasing, unsatisfied and unholy desire.”

She paused, a look of pain spreading across her face.

“Not only that, but your senses here are infinitely more acute. On earth there are sins that give your conscience a twinge. But here, those same sins penetrate into the very essence of our existence and the pain becomes a part of us. To compound that, the awareness of suffering and the ability to suffer are far greater here than they are on earth."

She stopped in front of me and looked me in the eye.

“Marietta, I feel it is futile to try to describe our deplorable condition. I often wonder, is there no hope? But I know the answer. How can disharmony live in the middle of harmony? When we were in the body we were warned about the consequences of our lifestyle, but we loved our own ways better than those which are good for us. Now we have fallen into this fearful place. We have caused our own sorrow.”

Her face twisted in pain as she reflected.

“God is just. He is good. We know that our suffering is not the result of a vindictive law of our Creator. Marietta, this misery we endure is brought about by our breaking the moral law. We should have followed it and we would have been safe. We would have lived in peace and wholeness.

“But sin!" she rasped. "You parent of endless troubles! You insidious enemy of peace and heaven! Why do mortals love your ways?”

At this point she fixed her eyes, wild with despair, upon me. I shrank from her awful glare and the torture revealed in her face. Turning around I noticed that many more of the hopeless beings had gathered around her, struggling to suppress their true feelings as they listened to her describing their sufferings. I was filled with horror and turned away to try to escape from her.

This seemed to make her grief even worse and she quickly spoke. “No Marietta, don't leave me. Can’t you bear it even for a short time - to see and hear about the things I am suffering? Stay with me, for I have to tell you more.” Her voice became even more urgent.

“You are shocked by these scenes, but let me tell you this. Everything you see around you is only the surface of even deeper woes. Marietta, there are no good and happy beings living with us. Everything is dark. Sometimes we dare to hope for redemption, still remembering the story of Redeeming Love. We ask the question: can that love penetrate this place of gloom and death? Is there any hope that we might be set free from these desires and urges that bind us like chains? Will we ever be released from these passions that burn like wildfire in this wretched world?”

Overcome by her feelings she began to sob and she did not speak to me again.

Marietta Davis’ vision was recorded in a book entitled Scenes Beyond the Grave. The excerpts above are from a plain English rewrite of book produced by Dennis and Nolene Prince.

A PDF of the original old English version is available here:

http://www.dailybread.com.au/e-books/Marietta_Davis/Scenes%20Beyond%20the%20Grave.pdf

Upon Death, the Dead Will Gravitate to Heaven or Hell Based on Their Moral Nature

In 1848, Marietta Davis, a twenty-five year old woman living in Berlin, New York, fell into a coma, from which neither family nor doctors could arouse her. She awoke nine days later and related to her family and her minister a detailed vision of heaven and hell. Her vision was recorded in a book entitled Scenes Beyond the Grave, and excerpts of the book are found below.

According to Davis, people upon death will gravitate to heaven or hell, based on their moral nature:

[The angel] touched me with the sabre of light in her hand and as she did, I found I could see the immortal nature of all the dying people. I was able to see their spirits. I stood spellbound as I watched them leave their bodies and enter the regions of eternity, tentatively stepping out into new and untried experiences.
Then I noticed that spirits of different kinds were gathered around each dying form. They were there to meet the earthly spirits as they entered the new regions. People of all classes and types were met – some by evil and wretched spirits, others by bright and holy angels sent from God. This gateway of death was the common transition state between earth and eternity.
As the people left their bodies, they were attracted to spirits of similar moral nature. Evil and unholy people joined like-minded spirits and then moved off towards regions that were covered by dark clouds. People who loved good and had formed relationships with good people were escorted by holy angels to the heavenly glories above.

Excerpts above of the plain English rewrite of Scenes Beyond the Grave produced by Dennis and Nolene Prince.

A PDF of the original old English version is available here:

http://www.dailybread.com.au/e-books/Marietta_Davis/Scenes%20Beyond%20the%20Grave.pdf