Joe was startled to his core to suddenly
find himself floating above the accident scene. Was he
floating? Or was he just viewing it from a great distance?
He couldn't quite tell. Joe could see the passenger side of
his car folded around a tree, and the front corner
of the semi truck's trailer buried deeply into the the driver's side.
He could also see that the semi truck's cab had completely
obliterated the driver's side of the car that had been directly
behind his, and that the truck's front bumper had pushed what remained
of that car's driver's compartment all the way over to the passenger side.
Everything that he was looking at began to take on the appearance
being--unreal. 'Unreal' was the only way Joe could think to
describe it. Not
quite cartoon, but not solid and realistic either. The ringing in
his ears was finally subsiding. As Joe looked on, the image
of the accident scene and the surrounding landscape began to
fade, all the time seeming less and less real. The
images around him faded, the more Joe realized that he was in some sort
of tunnel, or maybe it was a deep valley of some sort. Slowly, the
visual images of Earth were evaporating quickly as the tunnel grew more and more discernible;
much the way images from a vivid dream surrealistically fade into
images of the bedroom as one gradually wakes up. Before
all of the images of Earth were gone, leaving nothing but the long,
seemingly endless tunnel by which Joe now found himself surrounded.
Joe couldn't exactly have described the tunnel even to himself.
was a scant visual indication of being in a tunnel, but the experience
was much more the sensation of being in a tunnel. Just one more
part of this strange experience that Joe could not have found the words
Joe suddenly had the feeling that he was moving through the tunnel.
He had no way to gauge how fast he was moving, but he had a
definite sense that he was moving along at a very high speed. No
matter how hard Joe tried, he could not see the end of the tunnel.
Considering the speed at which he was moving through the tunnel,
and the fact that he felt as though he had been there quite a while
was rather surprised that he wasn't yet far enough along to see the end
of the tunnel. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Joe was
to just barely make out a dim glow far down the tunnel in the direction
toward which he was traveling--a glow accompanied by a mild feeling of
wellbeing. Joe was certain he was, at last, seeing the end of the
As Joe continued to move along down the tunnel, the feeling of wellbeing intensified into a feeling of
all-encompassing love as the glow finally became bright enough that
Joe could start to make out what it was. The glow seemed to be light reflecting
off of what appeared to be a huge, white gate. Since the image was
somehow subdued and visually muddy, Joe couldn't see much detail,
but it was definitely a gate. As he got closer, the gate became
bigger, but somehow still too obscured for Joe to really see it clearly. To
Joe, the visual image was like looking at a gigantic, shiny, white gate
through the dark, brown glass of a beer bottle.
The warm feeling of love had by now grown so strong that Joe smiled,
giggled and began fidgeting like an excited child.
"A gate?" Joe thought to himself. "Why would there be a gate?
What could it mean? Is it really there, or is it just some
sort of symbol? Maybe my imagination or a dream?
Maybe just hallucination. Maybe, any minute now, I'll
regain consciousness as they're pulling me out of my car.
Please let it be real, I don't want this feeling to end."
That strange sensation, right after the accident, of knowing he was
dying, now flashed into Joe's mind as a sudden realization came to him,
feeling of warmth and love...a gate...Heaven's gate! It's Heaven!
I was right, I am going to Heaven!"
actually laughed out loud when it struck him that once he was in
Heaven, this feeling of warmth, comfrort and love would continue forever.
only got a little bit closer to the gate, when he observed a human
figure standing in front of it. If Joe's perception of the
huge size of this gate was correct, then this person standing outside
the gate was at least ten feet tall. The figure was definitely a
human form, apparently male, and had a pronounced glow. He
be dressed in a long, white robe, but that beer bottle effect made it
difficult to be certain of anything except that there was definitely a gate
and a person.
"Is that an
angel sent to Heaven's gate to welcome me?" Joe wondered. "Or is
that whoever or whatever God is?" Wondering if the figure could
be God surprised Joe since he had just gotten done telling that Dave
character that God probably doesn't even exist. Joe had barely
thought, when the image of the gate was abruptly swept from his
view in a blur as the tunnel seemed to veer off in another direction.
It really wasn't a change of down, up, left or right, so Joe
couldn't exactly tell in what direction he was now moving, but he was
certain that the tunnel
had somehow curved off. It was obvious that he was no longer
headed toward the gate. At the same time that the visual image of
the gate was torn from his view, the sense of love was
ripped away from Joe and replaced with a feeling of emptiness--an
intense longing as if something very precious to him had
been just within his grasp, then cruelly yanked away. Joe was
left with a feeling that something was missing.
It seemed as though something very important...something deep
within his very being...something that was inherently his to keep, had
now completely evaporated. Joe
hadn't realized until now, how emotionally overwhelming and
feeling of love, warmth and--perfection--had actually been. Now
that the feeling was gone...his body and his spirit knew that
no longer having it, was a deep loss on a level he couldn't even begin
Joe next felt an intensely sick feeling welling up
from within his very core. Now that the feeling of love, warmth,
acceptance, belonging and perfection was lost, Joe was left with
an overpowering sense of being dirty. Not dirty... filthy.
No, filthy didn't even begin to approach the feelings that were
suddenly coursing through Joe.
It was all of those feelings, plus a lot more, all melding
together into a sickening soup of emotions now permeating Joe from the
At that instant, the tunnel seemed to explode all
around Joe into a white light so pure and so intense that Joe had to
squint his eyes. Joe both saw the light and felt it at the
same time. The sense of perfect love Joe had encountered a moment
ago was now back, but the sickening feelings Joe developed afterwards
were still there as well. Had he needed to, Joe wasn't quite sure
how he would even begin to describe it, but he could feel a raging
battle within him. It was as though the light, love and warmth
now surrounding him could not be in the same place as the feelings of
filth, disgust and unworthiness now gripping him from within.
Evidently, those two infinitely diverse sets of feelings could
be permitted to exist together in one place. It seemed as though the
around him was drawing him in, while the filth within him was ripping
him apart in its attempt to force him in the opposite direction.
Joe's eyes were still squinting so tightly that he
couldn't see much detail and he couldn't be sure, but there seemed to be a
man standing in the light. Well, not so much standing in it, as
being surrounded by it. No, not really surrounded by it either,
but being one with it, as though the warmth, love, light, perfection
and this man were all actually one and the same. The feelings of
being filthy, repulsive, unworthy and worthless intensified to a point
that Joe thought the battle within him would literally tear him apart.
Without even knowing where it could possibly have come from,
Joe found himself trying to scream out the sentence "Lord, save
me," but he only had enough composure to get out the word "Lord."
The pleading, desperate manner in which Joe yelled out the word
"Lord" took Joe by surprise, especially because he had made no
conscious effort to say it--the word "Lord" just came out on its own from somewhere
deep within him.
As Joe continued to scream out "Lord, Lord, Lord,"
while trying to reach out toward the magnificent, glowing figure before
him, Joe had a sense of being held back by the feelings of filth
within him. It made absolutely no sense to his human
perception, but those feelings of unworthiness were somehow forming
what could only be described as a physical barrier that Joe couldn't
see, but could certainly feel. Each time Joe
reached out toward the being before him, a powerful compulsion from somewhere within him pulled his arm back.
Joe began to follow the word "Lord" with the
words "I believe." Again, Joe was making no conscious effort to
say anything. All of the words being uttered were coming
from somewhere deep within him. From so deep, in fact, that it didn't even feel as though it were really him speaking.
These pleadings were welling up from a level of Joe's spirit so
deeply buried, that he was never before even aware of its existence.
Without volition, Joe was uttering the
believe" when he was hit with a barrage of words
so intense that he wasn't sure
if he was hearing them or feeling them. Joe wasn't even sure if
the words were coming from outside his body or from within. The
words, very authoritatively but very sincerely, said "It
is not a matter of believing...its a matter of rejecting." Then,
with a tone of heartfelt regret and sincere sadness, those words were
followed by "Depart from Me. You are not Mine. I don't know
you." With that, the light, and the man who was one with
it, were instantaneously pulled away as if by some giant vacuum.
The tunnel slowly worked its way back into view, although it now
felt more like a void than a tunnel. The sense of loss
Joe felt earlier had now returned, but with much more intensity.
loss so profound and so visceral that Joe broke down into
uncontrollable sobs of sadness and regret. Somehow, these
feelings of loss flooded up from the same level of Joe's being
that had produced the words when he was crying out to the light.
He wasn't sure why, but with every fiber of his being, he
wanted that light back...he needed that light back.
Just as Joe was certain that the
uncontrollable sobs and intense sense of loss would crush him into
nothingness, He began to see another glow at the end of the
tunnel. Joe felt his sense of dread lift slightly as he realized that
he was about to get a second chance.
As he got closer, Joe could see that this new glow was also a
human figure. Not nearly as tall as the one standing
outside the gate, and
not glowing nearly as brightly as the light Joe had seen just a moment ago, but a
human figure glowing quite brightly nonetheless.
Joe thought to himself, "this must be an angel sent to give me another chance, or it's
God, or something like that. See, I was right! I am
to Heaven! My spirit guides, my mediums, my brother
didn't let me down--I'm going to live in Heaven. Any second now, that
feeling of warmth and love will come flooding back!" Joe's
emotions were only lifted slightly--the sense of loss eating away at
him from the inside was still there.
The sensation of moving through the tunnel abruptly ceased, even though it
was not accompanied by the usual jolt one feels in a sudden,
unexpected, high-speed stop. Joe found
himself face to face with the glowing figure, still a
surprising distance from any end to the tunnel considering that Joe
thought the figure was standing at the end of the tunnel when he first
saw this warm, glowing, angel. Although
startlingly bright, Joe was surprised that the glow surrounding
figure didn't seem to be much brighter this close up than it had been
distance, and in no way bright enough to make Joe squint his eyes as the previous light had.
Joe was a little bit scared; but, he was also very relieved
knowing that he would soon get his second chance, go to Heaven and
be with his brother
forever. With quite a bit of effort, Joe managed to force his
to slowly overcome
his fear and sense of loss enough that he could speak:
"Who...Who are you?" Joe inquired of the glowing figure.
The figure responded in a calm, gentle, soothing male voice that Joe
had heard many times during the hundreds seances he had attended over
"I am your spirit guide,
the one with whom you have communicated throughout your
life. I am here to lead you on to your reward."
"My spirit guide! A reward! Oh, you're as beautiful as I imagined. A
glowing spirit of light. I am so...so...thrilled to meet you!"
The word 'thrilled' didn't seem an adequate word to describe Joe's
excitement, and saying 'meet you' seemed a little silly, but it was the
best he could do while still trying to overcome a
small, lingering modicum of fear... well, no longer fear really...now just
mixed with anticipation and excitement.
"I have so many questions,"
Joe said to his spirit guide, "so many things I want to know. Please tell me if..."
stopped speaking when he observed the appearance of his spirit
guide beginning to change. He wasn't quite sure what the change was
at first, but there was most definitely a change. Within
seconds, the change became all too obvious and Joe's joy and excitement turned to terror.
The glow had disappeared and the
spirit guide's face began to change. Although he retained his
human shape, the spirit guide's face slowly took on a contorted
Then Joe noticed the guide's eyes becoming considerably oversize
for its head. Its facial features became distorted, twisted and
disproportionate. The spirit guide's previously
yellowish silver, flowing, full head of hair morphed into a sparse
collection of stiff, dry, bristly, grayish-black strands of what could
barely be considered hair, atop a head now greenish-brown, pitted
and deeply wrinkled. The guide's robe seemed to disintegrate into
nothingness and was replaced with the same wrinkled furrows of twisted
greenish-brown skin which covered its head. Joe
could now make
out its hands and feet and saw that they were covered with
the same horrid skin as the rest of its body. The arms and legs
with oversize knuckles along with fingers and toes of disproportionate
length pointing off in slightly different directions There didn't
seem to be fingernails or toenails of any kind--just more of the same
disgusting, greenish-brown skin. Looking at the guide's hands and
feet drew Joe's attention to its frail-looking arms and legs.
From the way the arms and legs were deformed and
grotesquely disproportionate, Joe got the impression that the
bones in the guide's appendages must be severely curved, bent and
When they first met, the guide had stood about Joe's height, but
now, with its back somewhat hunched and slightly twisted to one side,
it stood about a foot shorter than Joe. The more seconds
ticked away, the more hideous this spirit guide thing became. A
knot of fear formed in Joe's stomach, accompanied by a overwhelming,
attack of nausea.
Joe felt a sense of sudden acceleration as he and this spirit guide
thing began to speed along the tunnel in the same direction that Joe was
previously traveling. As Joe and the guide were speeding through
the tunnel, Joe watched three small, blurry, barely discernible,
greenish-brown clouds slide swiftly and silently into positions
surrounding the guide. Joe then heard four distinct, low-pitched,
gravelly, male voices conversing with each other at a volume too low
for Joe to hear what was being said. The voices continued
speaking to oneanother as--right before Joe's eyes--each cloud congealed
into a living creature. Although the human-like bodies were twisted
and distorted in different ways from that of the
guide, they looked grotesquely similar to the guide. One of the creatures was
slightly smaller than the guide, one was about as tall, but the third was large, imposing and monstrous.
Joe found himself overcome by
uncontrollable panic. He began flailing his arms, kicking his
legs, reaching out trying desperately to grasp anything he
might be able to use to pull himself in the opposite direction and
away from these terrifying monsters. Joe tried with
every bit of strength he could muster, but there was no part of the
tunnel that he could get a hold of--in fact, no matter how far he
reached, he couldn't even feel the sides of the tunnel. As Joe
struggled to exhaustion, he
could hear a barrage of mocking snorts from the four, horrifying
creatures around him--snorts that abruptly stopped when Joe screamed:
"God, please help me! That is not my spirit guide; I don't want to be here, this is some kind of mistake!"
Joe was shocked that, in an act of utter desperation, he was crying out to a God he was never sure even existed.
"Please!" Joe continued, "Please at least just get me away from these creatures!"
"Creatures?" Joe thought to himself, "Or demons?"
"Oh God no...demons?" Joe screamed out loud as the demons returned
to emitting their mocking snorts. Joe continued to cry out,
"Please somebody help me! This is a
mistake! I don't want to be here, I'm not supposed to be here,
Joe stopped screaming only long enough to catch his breath, then tried
desperately to remember the words his mediums and fortune tellers had used
whenever they summoned Joe's spirit guide.
"Spirit guide...helping spirit...one who comes in light...please appear
to me now, give me your wisdom...and LEAD ME OUT OF HERE!"
From behind him, Joe heard a male voice. The voice was calm,
soothing and seemed very loving and caring.
"This is the voice!" Joe thought to himself, "this is the voice of my
spirit guide. That creature thing was only trying to imitate it before,
but this is the real voice I remember hearing from my spirit guide."
As he turned to look behind him to see his real spirit
guide...not the impostor, but his actual, loving, caring, helping
spirit guide, Joe heard more words of comfort:
"Don't' worry Joe," the soothing voice said calmly, "You're right, you do not belong
here. Take my hand and I will lead you out."
Joe completed his turn and reached his hand out toward the voice only to see the
same, hideous spirit guide thing that met Joe in the tunnel moments ago. In a startled reflex, Joe yanked his hand back.
"It's me Joe," the guide demon continued in the same voice but now with a
mocking tone, " I am your spirit guide here to help you."
Instead of the calm, soothing voice, the words 'help you' were spoken
in the low, gravelly voice Joe heard when the other demons first
"No!" Joe insisted with a loud, quivering voice;" You are not
my spirit guide. My spirit guide appears in light and speaks with
love and concern. My spirit guide cares for me deeply."
"Back when you contacted me on Earth, and when you first got here," the guide demon explained forcefully, "I did appear to you in light...I did speak to you in a soothing, caring voice...I AM YOUR SPIRIT GUIDE!...but, I do not 'care for you deeply' as you put it."
All four demons began to make sounds like laughing, or possibly just satisfied grunts and snorts. It may have just
been grunts and snorts, but Joe could clearly hear contempt in the mocking tones of the demons' voices.
then that Joe remembered Dave, the man who spoke to him in the shopping mall, saying "Even Satan
himself can appear as an angel of light"
"No," Joe yelled, "you are not Satan...you can't be Satan."
"No," the guide demon confirmed, "I am not the One--I can mimic his
light, but I am not Satan. But," the guide demon continued in the same, mocking tone," I am the spirit guide that you were once so fond of."
Among satisfied snorts and grunts, the smaller of the demons spoke up
in a slightly higher pitched, but equally gravelly voice, "And I was
the one who gathered information about you and your loved ones to feed
to your fortune teller. Didn't you ever wonder where she was
getting all of that information? It was me...it was always ME!
I've been watching you and your family for years. I know
everything about your life and theirs. All I had to do was tell
the fortune teller what I knew or what I wanted her to believe, and she
passed it right on to you."
Just then, Joe was startled by a loud voice yelling "ENOUGH!"
The voice sounded very familiar. Joe recognized that voice,
"Adam...my dead brother...it's Adam's voice! Adam will know what
to do! Adam can get me out of here!"
Joe turned, only to observe Adam's voice coming from the largest of the demons who until now had not spoken.
"It's me, Adam," the demon went on,"It is peaceful here. There
is rest here. I have seen no Jesus and no God here, they don't
really exist. I was wrong about that.. Live a good life.
Just be a good person and some day you will come join me in Heaven. I miss you, Joe. I love you, Joe."
The words that the demon spoke in Adam's voice were familiar to Joe. It was word
for word what Adam had said to Joe during the very first seance at
which Joe was first able to make contact with his dead brother.
easy it was for me to make you think you were actually talking to your
dead brother," the demon continued in his own voice and with a tone of ridicule, "your brother
isn't even here. He's with...he's in...well, he's not here."
The smaller demon then spoke up with
disdain and in a low-pitched, subdued but clearly audible voice.
"Hundreds of us took turns being the voices of your channeler. How
easily God's fallen creation is deceived!"
"NO," Joe screamed at the top of his voice, and then began to
repeat to himself in a childlike whimper: "Hell is just a state of mind...Hell is just in my
mind...maybe this is as bad as it'll get...Oh please, God, let this be
as bad as it gets. I don't want to be here...I don't belong here."
By now, Joe seemed to have no qualms about calling out to a God that he
was once so sure didn't even exist.
From bad to worse
Joe suddenly realized that he was now able to just make out a faint,
orange-yellow tint at the far end of the tunnel. As Joe and his
demons got closer and closer to the orange-yellow tint, Joe noticed
that the already stale air was taking on a noticeably pungent oder.
At first, it just smelled like a pile of old, wet, filthy
laundry, but seconds later, that oder combined with others in a
smell so horrible, that Joe began to literally gag. He could
only one way to describe it: As though someone
were trying to cook raw sewage. In a very short time, the already
horrendous stench was combined with a smell like rotting meat,
overpowering to the point that Joe started to dry heave so hard that he
his entire body convulse. He was surprised that
he didn't actually vomit anything up, but actually wished he would.
The taste and smell of his own vomit would be preferable to the
dread-inducing stench that now permeated everything--including his own
In a vain effort to avoid the foul cloud of putrid oder, Joe did
his best to take only quick, shallow breaths, and only
when he absolutely had to.
The orange-yellow tint
was getting much closer now. Joe could tell because the end of
the tunnel was just beginning to take on the look of a mostly round
opening with a slight indication of an orange-yellow light
trying to escape out the opening and swirling in what Joe could only
describe as a light-hungry darkness. As if the smell weren't
already bad enough, it seemed to be getting even worse. Joe could
hardly stand it. A stench of death so
intense that it was as if Joe had ripped open the bloated, rotting
carcass of a large, dead animal, and plunged his head inside of it.
The foul air surrounding him was turning very dry.
It felt as though the air had no humidity whatsoever.
The few breaths Joe did have to take while struggling to escape
the permeating stench, seemed to stab and rip at his lungs. His
throat was so dry and sore, that he nearly screamed from the pain each time he
swallowed. His eyes and eyelids were so dry that it felt
sand grinding and scraping in his eyes each time he blinked. Joe
could feel his
lips and his skin cracking from the dryness of the rank
atmosphere around him. He could actually see cracks and
splits in his skin, but surprisingly, no blood at all. Although
many were minor, some of the cracks in his skin were as wide as the
thickness of a pencil, and
appeared to be quite deep, yet no blood.
Joe was now close enough to the end of the tunnel that he
could clearly discern that the
orange-yellow swirl was filtering out through a round opening that
appeared to be about twenty feet across and made of some sort of rock
or hard-packed dirt. The dull, orange-yellow light was no longer
only thing emanating from the opening. Joe could now
perceive what seemed to be screams. Some had the same quality as
voices of the demons he was traveling with, but many more sounded as
though they could be human screams. Each scream was so prolonged
and filled with such agony that it hardly seemed as though it could be
produced by a human--but it sounded human nonetheless. Just a
little closer to the opening, and the screams combined with the long,
drawn-out, plaintive moans of both men and women. Joe could also
now hear many voices yelling out actual words, but he could
not quite make out what was being said. Each scream, each moan,
and each word being spoken made Joe's stomach even sicker than
it already was. With each scream and each moan, Joe felt violent
shivers like those that sometimes happen for seemingly no reason starting at the neck and working their way down the spine.
The ones where the muscles tense up and a cold shiver travels
all through the body. Joe remembered some sort of old
saying about those shivers meaning that someone had walked across where
would someday be. That attempt at a creepy metaphor, back when he
still alive, could not even compare to the feeling of death and dread he
was feeling now. Back when he was still alive?
Had he actually just
thought that? No, he would not allow himself to start thinking
that way. He was moving, speaking and thinking so he must still
be alive. He would find some way out of this.
Without warning, Joe heard a slight swishing sound, and found himself
being pulled violently into the opening at the end of the tunnel.
As he passed by the outer edge, he felt his arm
scrape against the rock from which the opening was formed. Now, Joe knew
that it was definitely rock and not just packed dirt. Rock so
sharp, in fact, that Joe felt skin being ripped from his arm
and felt the rocks scrape all the way down to the bone. He
down to see that a piece of flesh the size of his fist had
been torn from his forearm, and was hanging by only a strand
two of skin. His fears were confirmed--he could see the bone
in his arm and the damage that had been done to it by
the rocks' abrading, sharp edges. The bone in Joe's arm had deep
scrapes and splinters of bone where the rocks had carved rough gouges in the surface of the bone itself.
Such an injury--all of that
damage--and still no blood. How that
could possibly be, made no sense whatsoever.
see that the opening through which he had just passed--and the rocks of
which had just laid his arm open down to the bone--led to a very
wide crevasse, maybe fifty feet
wide and three hundred feet long, that ran down to what looked to be a
large cavern of some sort.
One push, from the demons who were now gathered behind him, sent
drifting down into the crevasse. During fleeting flickers of the
minuscule amount of
orange-yellow light managing to briefly escape from the other end
of the crevasse,
Joe could see that, for it's entire length, the wall of the crevasse
covered with thousands
and thousands more demons. Various sizes, but all with the same
appearance of those he had already seen. Thousands of oversize,
distorted eyes staring at Joe intently as he drifted along the crevasse.
Joe immediately felt a sense of deep dread--a feeling of inescapable
doom--a feeling of...utter hopelessness. The feeling was more
than he could stand. He began to involuntarily and
uncontrollably scream as he tried desperately to find
he could grab onto to pull himself back out of the crevasse, or at
least slow his descent. If he could only slow down his descent, he
could at least give himself some more time before reaching whatever awaited him
at the other end. He didn't yet know what he would find there, but he did
know that he desperately wanted to gain even just a few
seconds of time before reaching it. It seemed like such a trivial
goal, to want as little as to just prolong the time it will take to
reach whatever awaited him at the end of the crevasse; but deep
down inside, a feeling of impending destruction told Joe it was a
worthy goal. Joe struggled to the point of total
exhaustion, but found nothing he could hold on to.
All too soon, Joe found himself at the far end of the crevasse where he
came to a stop so violent that it knocked the breath out him. He
could see that the crevasse emptied into a
large cavern. He had no way to judge how far below him the bottom
was, but it was far. Joe observed, at the bottom of
the cavern, a vast, mostly flat landscape as far as he could see in all
directions. He also now knew where that feeble orange-yellow
glow had been coming from. The bottom of the cavern was awash in
flames. Joe could see some very small open areas of ground where
there were none, but flames seemed to be completely engulfing the rest
landscape. He couldn't help but notice how dark it seemed,
especially considering that there were flames everywhere. No
sooner would a flame leap up from the ground, then its light
would be swallowed up by
that same, insidious darkness Joe had noticed as he was
approaching the opening at the end of the tunnel. It was
such an all-encompassing darkness that, in spite of the flames, he
could barely make out any detail down at the bottom of the
cavern. What a strange sight it was to see that much light being
completely annihilated by darkness--a darkness so intense that Joe
was convinced he could physically feel it.
In the small amount of light available, Joe could see that the hard,
flat landscape had many gigantic cracks and fissures in its surface.
He also thought he saw
people moving around. He had absolutely no idea how that could
be. How could anyone even survive flames like that, let alone be
moving around. With a little squinting, Joe was able to see that,
although most of the movement down there seemed to be people, some of
the movement appeared to be demons. Joe occasionally caught a
very brief glimpse
of what he thought to be human forms being chased through
flames by demons. It was terrifying to understand that
screams and moans he had been hearing had been coming from all of those
people down there. Joe could finally make out most of the words
they were yelling. The words
were endless strings of terrible, horrible curses directed at the
others down there with them, at God, and even at themselves. What
must these people be
going through? How
long do they have to endure this? How could something like this
happen? Despite how far Joe still was from the
flames of the
cavern, he could not believe how intense and dry the heat was.
So intense, in fact, that Joe couldn't believe that he was
even still alive, let alone how those people engulfed by the flames were.
"Is this just a bad dream, or some kind of vision?" Joe demanded loudly
and defiantly, but got no response. "If I am supposed to learn
something from this vision, tell me what it is so that I can return to
Earth and tell others." Still, no response.
He then saw that the original four demons he had met in
tunnel were gathering behind him. Joe remembered that when
the demons had done that just a moment ago, they had pushed him from
behind as he stood at the crevasse.
"Pushed? They wouldn't...They couldn't...NO," Joe thought, "I
couldn't stand it down there. I wouldn't survive it. They
can't do this, they CAN'T DO THIS!"
Joe managed to calm himself
down just a little by thinking to himself "It's OK, they wouldn't
that. This is just a vision or a bad dream or
something. Any second now, I'm going to wake up at home
in my own bed."
Joe was longing with all of his being for that release when a person
wakes up from a terrifying nightmare to realize that none of it was
real and they're actually safe at home in their own, familiar, comfortable bed.
"This can't be Hell," Joe continued to think to himself. "Hell is all in the mind...all in the
imagination. Hell is what you make it. Any time now, I'm
going to wake up. Any time now...any time now. Come on,
Joe, wake up. Any time..."
Joe didn't even finish his
thought before he heard a demon's voice from behind him yell "It's not yet our time, but it is
the reward I promised you.," Joe then felt himself shoved so violently
from behind, that his head whipped back painfully hard, the shove
catapulting him from the crevasse, out into the cavern. He could
feel himself falling
desolate, burning landscape below. Not just moving or drifting
this time, but actually falling. The scream that Joe was letting
out on his way down was such an intense, terrified scream that Joe
believe it was coming from him. To Joe, it didn't sound
like his voice--it sounded more like the horrific screams he had heard
just a moment ago from those people in the flames at the bottom of the
Joe continued to let out an anamalistic scream that seemed to be coming from some
deep, primal part of his very core. The flames grew closer and
closer while at the same time that eerie darkness began to close in
around him. The horrible, nauseating, stomach-churning oders were
now much worse than earlier. The air, if you could call it
that, was now so intensely hot, so putrid, so--heavy--that he
had to struggle just to inhale anything at all. Joe could not
understand how he
could even be taking in enough of a breath to be able to scream;
but scream he did, as he fell for what felt to him like an eternity.
Joe looked down to see the ground coming up at him in a whirling,
twisting blur. He instinctively contorted and flailed until
he managed to get his legs underneath him in an attempt to land
feet. Joe landed on one of the open patches of ground between the
flames--hard. So hard, that he felt the sensation of every bone
in his legs shattering and splintering. His perception was
confirmed by a sound like creaking wood and snapping twigs followed
by pain so intense that it briefly took away Joe's breath.
With unbelievable agony, the
pain engulfed his legs, then exploded up through his entire body.
Still screaming, Joe very quickly stood up. He didn't know
how that could be possible with his legs destroyed, but nonetheless, he
did manage to stand. Even more intense pain added agony to his already
loud, visceral scream as Joe felt indescribable heat now
beginning to char his
skin. The dangling piece of flesh that had earlier been
ripped from his arm by the jagged rocks was now bubbling, sizzling, and
becoming charred meat mixed with dripping, melted fat and pus.
It appeared that the skin all over his body was now blistering in
much the same way. He could see areas of skin burn through and
pull apart like thin, melting sheets of plastic wrap.
One thing that Joe did expect to see, but still did not, was
blood spurting from his wounds.
A demon, much larger than the four Joe had already
encountered, but with much the same appearance, burst from the
flames and charged straight toward him. This one was not only larger than the ones Joe had already seen, but much larger, at least twelve
feet tall. As Joe stood there, frozen in fear, he saw that the
skin of this demon was burning and charring in much the same way as his own.
A wave of intense fear, panic and dread washed over Joe.
He quickly regained enough composure to begin running for
all he was worth to get away from the horrendous, raging
demon creature now closing in on him. Joe seemed to know instinctively
that this demon was intent on killing him. Killing him? Joe
wondered if that were even possible now. If he could be killed, then
the poison atmosphere, heat and injuries should have already done that.
"Maybe I can still die," Joe thought, "maybe I'll finally die and that's how I'll get out of this place. Being dead would be far better than being here"
After only a dozen or so steps, Joe found
himself facing a wall of flames hundreds of feet high. A wall of
flames in front of him, and an evil, hideous demon creature closing in
from behind. Joe had to make a decision and he had
to make it fast. For some reason, unknown to Joe, the demon was a
far more terrifying proposition than the wall of flames. Joe took
long and deep a breath as he could stand to take, and ran full speed
the flames. Lost in a sea of swirling
clouds of red, orange and yellow flames, Joe felt more fear than
he ever had before, along with a deep hopelessness and dread
permeating him from the thick, heavy
darkness that surrounded both him and the clouds of flames. Joe
was was now engulfed in flames, and totally unprepared for the
intensity of the pain that shot through every inch of what was left of
his body. In
response to the unbelievable, indescribable level of pain, Joe let out
with yet another heart-wrenching, animal-like scream. Joe could
hardly believe it when he heard the demon doing the same.
"The flames aren't just hurting me, they're hurting that thing
well." Joe remembered something Adam had mentioned a long time
ago about God originally creating Hell as a place of torment for the
angels who rebelled against Him--angels who were now nothing more than
demons. "Maybe I can use that to keep this monster away from me."
Joe thought, surprised that he could think this clearly while
out in agony.
Wondering now if pain would at least slow down a demon, Joe opted for
staying in the flames rather than dealing with the terror of the creature trying to find him. Joe couldn't
believe that his life has now been reduced to deciding to be tortured
in flames rather than to be tortured by a demon. By now, the hope
of this being nothing more than a bad dream was far from Joe's
mind. He knew this was really happening and he knew he had
something--anything--to get himself out of this place.
Joe was searching his mind for any ideas that might accomplish that
goal, when from directly behind him, he heard a horriible scream so
that Joe's intestines tightened up into cramps so painful, that it
nearly doubled him over. A scream that had enough force to
penetrate clear through to his internal organs. He
turned to see the twelve foot tall demon with it's right
arm extended fully across the front of it's putrid, burning, decaying
body. The demon's arm came toward Joe so fast that it made a
rushing sound through the flames as it landed squarely in the
center of Joe's chest. Joe's feet left the ground completely
he was propelled backward several feet, landing hard in the bottom of
an eight-foot-deep fissure. The impact with the
ground knocked the breath from his lungs. He felt waves of
stabbing pain throughout his body as several bones in his
back shattered like glass.
Through the roar of the flames, he could hear himself, and God, being
cursed by the massive demon who had just shattered Joe's body.
In a moment of total desperation, and with a combination of sobbing and screaming, Joe yelled "I have done nothing to
don't belong here...why are you so angry with me? Why do you hate
me so much when I haven't done anything to you? I'll give you whatever you want. Please, just let
me out of this pit and out of this place..PLEASE!"
The demon let out with another long string of rage-filled curses and
then spoke: "You're made in God's image. You are His creation."
The demon cursed God at the top of his voice, then continued,
"I hate Him for putting me in this place. I hate Him for
torturing me. I can't get to Him...but, I CAN get to you...His
creation...His creation..." The demon then let out a thunderous,
echoing scream as a burst of flames washed over him. Still
screaming, the demon ran off through the flames and was gone.
"My chance," Joe thought, "if I can climb up out of here, I can find a
way out of this place. Despite it seeming as though every bone in
his body were broken, Joe was still somehow able to get to his feet.
Slowly, painfully, he managed to find just enough of a hand and
foothold to begin climbing from the depths of the fissure.
Joe was only half way up the rough, jagged wall when a torrent of
flames swirled over and then into the pit. Joe felt his hands and
his back sizzle and sear as his skin split open from the intense heat. He let out with
yet another scream of agony as his hands pulled loose from the rocks
and he once again fell to the bottom of the fissure--exhausted.
Joe was appalled to see that most of the flesh of his body was now
sagging and hanging
in charred, bubbling chunks dripping with a putrid-smelling
brown-yellow liquid, but still no blood. In several places on his
body, he could easily see through to his own ligaments, tendons and
"How am I even still alive?" Joe
wondered "Sooner or later this has to kill me. I'll be dead, but
at least it will be over. I want to be dead--I just want out of here, I don't care how."
Joe's throat was so
sore and cracked from the heat, the dryness of the air, and his
constant screaming, that when he swallowed, he could feel dry, burned
tissue in his throat rubbing against itself in a constant wave of sharp pain. Joe's
lips were so cracked, split and burned, that touching his face, he
could hardly discern his lips from the charred, split, peeling skin
which now made up the rest of his face.
need some water," Joe thought to himself, "I just need a little
water...just a little bit of water...just a drop..." Then Joe
screamed out in torment and frustration "I want water! I need
water! Is that asking so much, God?" Then Joe began hurling
curses at God much as his demon tormentor did just moments ago.
It had become all too real to Joe now. There
really is a God. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew.
"When I get out of this place," Joe thought, "I'm going to just
accept God's existence...I have to accept it...I know that now."
Joe had slowly regained enough strength to make another attempt to
climb from the pit. Once again, slowly, painfully, He made his
way up the wall. His determined effort was so keenly focused now, that
he knew he would find a way to connect with God once he got out
of this place. He was further driven and encouraged by the thought of the cold, refreshing, healing drink of
water he would have after finding a way out.
At last, Joe's fingers curled over the top edge of the fissure and he knew he was almost
out. With the last of his strength, and with total, focused
energy, He began to pull himself up over the edge. As his head
emerged from within the pit, he looked up to see a
monstrously large foot lifted several inches above the ground. A
foot hanging with rotting, putrid, torn, greenish-brown flesh.
"Oh God no...," Joe uttered, " NO!." Joe had just
enough time to look up and see a demon, even bigger than the one he had dealt
with earlier, when its gigantic foot dealt a devestating, forceful blow to Joe's face. Joe heard a splintering,
crackling sound as his nose smashed flat agaist his face, and his skull fractured like a crushed eggshell.
Again, Joe crashed to the bottom of the fissure.
"YOU CAN'T WIN!" Joe defiently yelled up toward the top of the pit. "Sooner or later this
place will kill me. I'll be dead, but I'll be out of here.
I'll be dead, but it'll mean that I won, not you!"
The demon yelled back with a sound of triumph in its voice.
"Dead? You're already dead. You've been dead for
several minutes, and now you're here with the rest of us! You're dead and you will be tortured in this
just as I am. I can't leave, and neither can you...God's
creation." The demon made a concerted effort to say the words
"God's creation" with a tone of total contempt it its voice.
With an emotional jolt, the reality of his situation hit Joe like a
sledgehammer. "Dead? No...I'm dead?" Suddenly
Joe understood why there was never any blood from his injuries.
It also came to him why the poisonous atmosphere, the intense
heat, the broken bones and the scorching of his entire body didn't kill him.
"They couldn't kill me...because I am already--dead! And I
only died minutes
That can't be. I've been here for hours, maybe even
days...not minutes!" Then it occurred to Joe that during this
whole, horrifying, nightmarish experience, he never once perceived
any definite passage of time. It was like time didn't
really exist in this place. Like time was being swallowed up by
same, oppressive darkness that was sucking away what little light there
was. Joe then remembered Dave referring to Hell as "eternal
death." Eternal? Forever? This goes on forever?
No way out? Ever? No hope...no hope!" The
crushing weight of utter hopelessness and the opressive sense of deep loss caused Joe to
break out in uncontrollable sobs as his stomach twisted into a
tight, painful, knot of nausea.
"That Dave guy was right? Tony was right? They were
right?...they were right! God, I know that now, please
give me another chance and get me out of here! I'll serve you
Jesus, I promise I will...I swear to you that I will serve you!"
But even as he uttered the name God and
Jesus, Joe could sense that his prayer went no further than his own
lips. His prayer had evaporated into the deep, heavy darkness
that filled this place. There was no sense of God here. No
sense of hope.
Joe began to swear at, curse, and blaspheme God with every foul,
angry, hateful word he could think of. "Why would you give me
free choice and let me use it to end up here?" At that moment, it
struck Joe that that's what it
was really all about--free will. Joe realized that he himself had been
told the truth
about God and about Jesus, then used his free will to make his
decision to reject the forgiveness offered by Jesus Christ. He
realized that it wasn't so much that he had refused to believe the
right things; it was more that he had rejected the Truth when he heard it. Joe began to loudly curse
Dave yelling, "Why didn't you make me believe you, Dave? Why
didn't' you force me to understand so I wouldn't have to be here?
What about you, Tony? And Adam, while you were alive, why
didn't you make
me believe you? How could you do this to me?"
But deep down inside, Joe realized that Dave had done all that
Joe would let
him. Dave told Joe the Truth as did both Tony and Adam. There really was nothing more they could have done.
The decision, ultimately, was Joe's to
make. He understood that now. He made his decision not to
have a relationship with his Creator, and it
cost him dearly.
"It cost me everything." Joe thought out loud.
"Everything...everything..." Joe began to think about all of the
would never have again. Water for one. In this place, just
a single drop would be precious beyond comprehension. How could
have been reduced to this? Wanting, with all of his being,
as basic as water. Then Joe began to think about his wife, Sarah.
So loving, so caring. Joe thought about the warmth of
Sarah's body against his. He would give anything...anything, just
to be able to give her a
hug right now. No, not a hug...hold her as close as he could and
never let go...NEVER let go.
A much too vivid image of Sarah also ending up in this place flashed into Joe's
mind. He pictured Sarah screaming, begging, pleading, her
flesh being torn and burned from her body. Joe yelled out to God
once more: "Please, God, at least send someone to tell Sarah about this
place. Make her understand about Jesus' forgiveness. Don't let her come to this
horrible place. Take away her free will if you have to, but don't
let her come here!" But again, Joe knew all too well that, in this
place, his prayers
nowhere and meant nothing. Joe was now somehow aware of the power that
prayer would have had while he was still alive, if he had listened to
his brother Adam and had chosen to live his life for Jesus Christ and
have Jesus' sacrifice on the cross pay for his sins. It had been
so long since Adam had talked to him about such things, that Joe was
amazed he could still remember so much of what Adam told him.
Now, Joe's prayers were nothing more than meaningless expressions
of his own anger, fear,despair and self-loathing.
For some reason,
the thought of music impinged on Joe's mind. Maybe the
thought of Sarah reminded Joe of a song he could not now remember; or
maybe it was because Hell is a constant echo of the agonized,
tortured, plaintive screams, moans and pleadings of all of the
people and demons trapped there. The sound never stopped...never! It
rattled Joe's ears constantly. He couldn't stand that sound
anymore. He wanted silence, just a little silence. No, he
didn't want silence, he wanted music. He wanted some soothing,
relaxing music. But music is gone now. He knew he would
never hear music again, would never see Sarah again, Joe's entire body
began to shake with more uncontrollable sobs.
He thought about his friends and wished he
could enjoy the sense of belonging he used to feel when he
with them. A friendship in this place is impossible. The
poor, tortured people here had only enough energy to scream, cry, beg
and curse. Much like himself, the souls here had been reduced to unending pain and attempting to avoid demons, while
mourning all of the things they once had in their lives--things now
One by one, thoughts of all of the blessings he had during his life,
and didn't even appreciate, came into Joe's mind. Light.
Not the feeble, fleeting light being swallowed up by oppressive darkness in this
place, but the bright, joyous light of a warm summer day spent at the
beach near his home. And food. All of the tastes, textures
and joys of food...he would never be able to taste food again.
He would never again gather with friends and loved ones around a
table full of all kinds of wonderful things to eat and drink. The
thought of family gatherings made Joe think of laughter. In
this place, he was unable to even remember anything funny; but
remember the emotion and shear enjoyment of joking and laughing with
friends and family, and he could remember the simple joy of laughing at
a funny movie or television show. In this place, remembering
laughter did not bring a smile or enjoyment or joy to Joe's mind, only
remorse and an overwhelming sense of loss. Joe's thoughts then
briefly jumped to
memories of the many times, throughout his life, that he had used the
expression "funnier than Hell." Now, here in this place, he
couldn't even find words within his own thoughts to describe how stupid
and foolish that expression really is.
Joe's thoughts turned to television.
Television, what a silly thing to miss, but yet he did miss it.
Maybe because it was such a big part of his life. He loved
watching television with Sarah in the evenings, and he loved when a
commercial gave him the anticipation of wanting to go out and buy
was being advertised. That sure seemed shallow now. All of
the things and money he had
when he was alive, things he thought were so important and so
impressive to others, meant nothing now--not here. All of
those things--everything Joe enjoyed in life...gone...meaningless...out of reach, forever!
As if the emotional turmoil now tearing at Joe's emotions
weren't enough, Joe was dealt one more crushing realization: "The
warmth...the love...the perfection I felt at the gate...was that God?"
"Yes," Joe thought to himself in a moment of sudden
insight, "it was God."
Joe now understood that the warm, loving feelings of total contentment, acceptance and belonging he had experienced at the
gate, were the love of a Creator for His children, mingled with the warm, loving light of
the Creator's Son, Jesus. That thought took Joe
completely by surprise--God's Son. Joe was so sure that there
wasn't even a real God, why would this thought of God having a Son
suddenly appear? Then Joe remembered that, while still
alive, Adam had told Joe many times about forgiveness through
was supposedly the Son of God. That same message had been
reiterated and reinforced by Dave and Tony, and
had been completely rejected by Joe. He remembered the words
spoken to him at the gate: "its a matter of rejecting." Joe
sadly now understood that it was never a matter of not believing what
Christians told him, it was a matter of rejecting the forgiveness of
God's Son, Jesus Christ. Experiencing God's perfection and love at the gate,
only to have it torn from him forever, was the
things Joe had ever experienced.
screamed at the top of his voice. "It's not fair--that
deep a level of love and perfection ripped away, and then I end
up in a place like this." He had barely completed this
thought, when he was rocked by yet another devastating realization...
"How could I have been so stupid? It all made perfect sense.
Deep down, I knew that all that stuff about Jesus was true.
Why was I too proud and defiant to listen? I can't even
remember now why I was so determined not to listen. They tried to
tell me, and I refused to listen. I rejected perfect love and forgiveness. Now I've lost
everything...EVERYTHING!" Instead of sobbing this time, intense
anger welled up within Joe. Not anger toward God or Dave or Tony
or Adam, but anger at himself. It was his fault. It was his
decision. It was his arrogance. It was his stupidity.
He felt like such a fool. He didn't' just feel like a fool, he knew that he was
a fool, and the cost of his foolishness is an eternity in this horrifying, unbearable
place. "Why did
I let this happen to me?" Joe's thoughts flashed back to
times during his life that, in anger, he
had told people to "go to Hell." Now, he could hardly believe
those words ever came out of his mouth. What a profoundly
asinine thing to have ever said. He would not wish this place on
anyone, no matter how he felt about them. Joe's mind was already beginning to
teeter on the edge of insanity as he pondered the thought that being
trapped in this place was his own fault...and that this place is going to last for FOREVER...no way out...FOREVER!
the first time since dying, Joe
to accept at least some the blame for the situation in which he now found himself. He
began yelling out more and more streams of curses and hatred. Joe started by directing the curses at
himself. Then he cursed God again. Then himself. Then
Adam, Dave and Tony. Then he directed his anger at the other
people there in Hell with him. "Why can't they all stop
screaming just for a few seconds?" he thought to himself. He
couldn't stand the constant
screaming of so many people, even though
the intense pain pouring all through his body made Joe scream out in
agony as well. Then he went back to cursing God,
then to cursing Adam, Dave and Tony, then himself, then more
curses aimed at the others there in Hell. He stopped for just a
moment, trying to fathom that this was forever. This was never
going to end...NEVER going to end. There is no hope.
No hope of any kind. He thought again about all the things
he loved that were now gone forever. All the joys of life he
would never have again. God's love, warmth and perfection now out
of his reach for eternity--Joe broke down into more sobs.
Then back to vile cursing. Then intense screaming.
Abject crying. Then more
cursing. More sobbing. More screaming. More crying.