Is Pope John Paul II in Hell?

Angelica Zambrano is an Ecuadorian evangelist who has visited heaven and hell after prolonged periods of prayer and fasting. During one of her visits to hell, Zambrano saw the late Pope John Paul II

Then the Lord took me to place where there was a very well-known man. Before now, I used to live as a double minded young Christian girl. I used to think that any person that died would go to Heaven; that those who celebrated mass, would also go to heaven, but I was wrong. When Pope John Paul II died, my friends and relatives would tell me that he had gone to heaven. All the news on TV, on Extra and many other places would say, "Pope John Paul II has died, may he rest in peace. He is now rejoicing with the Lord and his angels in heaven" and I believed all of it. But I was only fooling myself, because I saw him in Hell, being tormented by flames. I looked at his face, it was John Paul II! The Lord said to me, "Look, Daughter, that man that you see there, is Pope John Paul II. He is here in this place; he is being tormented because he did not repent."

But I asked, "Lord, why is he here? He used to preach at church." Jesus replied, "Daughter, no fornicator, no idolater, no one who is greedy and no liar will inherit My Kingdom."(Eph. 5:5) I replied, "Yes, I know that is true, but I want to know why he is here, because he used to preach to multitudes of people!" And Jesus responded, "Yes, Daughter, he may have said many things, but he would never speak the truth as it is. He never said the truth and they know the truth and although he knew the truth, he preferred money over preaching about salvation. He would not offer reality; would not say that hell is real and that heaven also exists; Daughter, now he is here in this place."

When I looked at this man, he had a large serpent with needles, wrapped around his throat, and he would try to take it off. I pleaded with Jesus, "Lord, help him!" The man would scream, "Help me, Lord; have mercy on me; take me out of this place; forgive me! I repent, Lord; I want to return to Earth, I want to go back to Earth to repent." The Lord observed him and said to him, "You very well knew. You knew very well that this place was real...It's too late; there is no other opportunity for you."

The Lord said, "Look, Daughter, I am going to show you the life of this man." Jesus showed me a huge screen on which I could observe how this man offered mass many times to the multitudes. And how the people who were there were so idolatrous. Jesus said, "Look, Daughter, there are many idolaters in this place. Idolatry will not save, Daughter. I am the only One who saves, and outside of Me, no one saves. I love the sinner, but I hate sin, Daughter. Go and tell humanity that I love them and that they need to come to Me."

As the Lord was speaking, I began to see how this man received multitudes of coins and bills; money, all of which he would keep. He had so much money. I saw images of this man seated on a throne, but I was also able to see beyond that. While it's true that these people do not get married, I can assure you, I'm not making this up, the Lord showed it to me, those people do sleep with nuns; with many women there!

The Lord showed me these people living in fornication, and the Word says that no fornicator will inherit His Kingdom. As I was watching all of this, the Lord told me, "Look Daughter, all of this which I am showing you is what goes on, what he lived and what keeps on happening among many people, among many priests and popes existing." Then he told me, "Daughter, go and tell humanity that it's time to turn to Me."

Could Angelica Zambrano's testimony be true?

The Lord Jesus Christ said: "By their fruit you will recognize them." (Matthew 7:16a; NIV).

According to an article by Michael Hoffman, the late Pope John Paul II was guilty of the following during his lifetime:

• Pope John Paul II reverently kissed a copy of Islam's Koran, and who told the Voodoo priests of Benin in Africa that their Satanic traditions contain "seeds of the Word," after which the barbaric practice of Voodoo in that blighted land nearly doubled. (see pictures below)
• John Paul II permitted the Tibetan Buddhists to place a statue of their idol on the altar of the Church of Assisi and this pope prayed with them to their "god(s)."
• Pope John Paul II protected serial child-molestation facilitators such as Fr. Marcial Maciel Degollado, Bishop Skylstad, Cardinal Law and Cardinal Mahony and thousands of others like them. Many of the most unconscionable waves of horrendous victimization of defenseless children occurred on his watch. Pope John Paul II permitted these molestations to be shrouded in secrecy. He granted safe haven to fugitive molestation facilitators such as the notorious Cardinal Bernard Law who was wanted in Boston by the authorities and rewarded by Pope John Paul with being named archpriest of a prominent basilica in Rome.

On the issue of priests sleeping with nuns, this also had been confirmed by ex-nun Sister Charloette Keckler, in her testimony:

One regular monthly event we always dreaded was the visit of the father confessor to the convent. Each time it was a different priest but they were all basically the same. I hated going and always attempted to get in the back row. I lived in a convent so long that I would never trust any priest. All of the ones I met were rotten and vile. The ordeal of confession sometimes took all day. One by one the nuns had to file in to the room where the priest was waiting. Never did I see a priest in the convent who had not been drinking.
The room was bare except for the inevitable statue of the Virgin Mary. The priest perched in a straight-backed chair and the nun must come in and kneel before him. If she got out without being defiled and forced into some unspeakable depravity she was fortunate. No one ever interrupted the priest and the woman, no matter what transpired. One after another the nuns would enter and leave the room.

At other times it was not unusual for the Mother Superior to usher in a drunken priest who would pick out a nun and take her to a cell with him for more liquor and sex. The Mother Superior was a hard and carnal woman who had borne numbers of illegitimate children of priests and usually she drank with the visitors. The priest was well fed, healthy, and strong and lived a relatively easy life; therefore a poor, weakened nun was no match for him, to fight him off. Because she was helpless, he did whatever he pleased and violated her any way he chose. There is no one to defend or help her and none to even care about her being forced into harlotry. Because Mother Superior locked the cell there was no way to escape.

Often I have nursed these little nuns after they had been brutalized and shamefully abused. Only the priest's imagination limited the kind of indignities he could inflict on his victim. I saw and experienced all kinds of sickening evidences of the wildest kinds of lust being exercised in the convents. The body of the nun often looked as if it were something to be thrown out to the hogs, covered with dozens of bruises and other marks. The people who say I exaggerate are either the priests, trying to squelch the truth, or those who have never been inside the convents. Because I was there, I know the truth, which is monstrous and shocking!

Can you imagine the terrible position of the nun confronted by the priest? If she displeased or refused him, he would complain to the Mother Superior. Putting their two evil minds together they would come up with things to do to that nun which normal minds would never imagine. In a day or two after she resisted the priest, Mother Superior would call her aside to do penance again. There was no choice and with sinking heart she would be led down into the dungeons where the awful reprisal dreamed up by the priest and Mother Superior would be executed.

Some mornings when we were preparing to go to work Mother Superior would call out ten or fifteen of us. We were trembling and apprehensive, never knowing what was coming. We were never allowed to question; only obey, like mindless machines. Would we be punished, go to the penance chambers or what? Then she abruptly would give the order for us to line up and remove all our clothes. With sinking hearts we did as we were told. We knew from experience what was coming next.

Half starved and marked with many scars, with shaved heads, we must have been a sorry sight. Because there are absolutely no mirrors allowed in a convent, I had no idea what I looked like for all the years of my incarceration. When I would catch scant, forbidden glances at others with their gaunt, drawn faces, sunken eyes, teeth falling out, and skeletal starved bodies, I could hardly imagine that I too looked like this.

On one occasion after we were stripped, three drunken, leering Catholic priests lurched in and eyed the nude girls lustfully and each chose a partner to go to a cell with him. Remember, these are cloistered convents and the priest is free to do anything he pleases behind the cloak of rotten religion. This same wicked whoremonger will return to his flock to say mass and hear confessions of people he dupes into believing they can be absolved from their sins. Full of fornication, perversion and vice, he acts as their god!

Sister Charloette Keckler's full testimony can be read here.

To listen to Sister Charloette Keckler's testimony, please click here. Sister Keckler mysteriously disappeared two years after giving this testimony.

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

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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