As we begin our Easter celebrations, I would like to welcome Carole Crossley who brings to us her own personal insight on what might be experienced by those entering Hades (The realm of the dead). We cannot be exact in regards to what we think Heaven and Hades might be like but the Bible does gives us some insights as outlined below.
Matthew 25: 30 – In Hades there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Luke 16: 19- 31 – The rich man was tormented in Hades. 2 Peter 2: 4 – There will be chains of gloomy darkness. Hebrews: 9: 27 – Death brings judgment. Revelation 14: 10 – 11 – People will be tormented and have no rest, day or night. Revelation 20: 13-14 – There is a Lake of Fire.
In the main, I have always felt that Heaven is a place where we enter and dwell in the very presence of God Almighty. Hades, or Hell, is a place we may enter and reside in where the presence of God is absent. May we all find some challenge and comfort when we think about the mystery of faith in an Earthly, Heavenly and non-Heavenly realm. May we give thanks for Jesus, the Light of the World and Saviour and Lord?
Thank you Carole
I cringed with hot shame, the atrocities of the sins of the world outweighed anything I could have possibly imagined. My flesh seemed to scorch my soul as horrific thoughts became the deeds of Satan’s people. Excruciating pain not only agonised my body, but also my mind, which squirmed about in torrents of torment, screeching with torturous thoughts. My body buckled with the burden of agonised guilt from terrified souls.
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The most disgusting filth oozed from my septic sores and spilled obscenities from my hot painful lips. An evil, satanic film played in front of my red, gimlet eyes, pouring out masses of black disruptive creatures who pounced upon my senses, stealing my peace.
Every nerve tightened throughout my body in currents of pain. The oppressive mass constricted any movement that I attempted, wrapping me in thick oil-like immobilisation. My entire body belched green vaporising slime as each thought escaped. Some red madness was hysterically laughing, trying to escape my insides. The stench was disgusting, creeping like some blind creature invaded by evil.
There was nothing good; love didn’t exist; I couldn’t even visualise beauty. All I knew was a dense, hopeless emptiness, a void filled with wickedness and depravity. Black and filthy shadows were clawing at my foul breath, which was choking me as I struggled to remain upright.
I was scratching deeply below the earth, frantically seeking the way out! My glazed eyes were swollen, burning like balls of fire fighting against the seething blackness all around me. How could I escape this oppressive force which was holding me immobile?
There was a huge heaviness on my thin concave chest, I tried thrashing around to free myself. The more I struggled the tighter the hold became. Something was sitting on my body. The fetid breath was smothering me. Where was My Father?
I felt the cold slime between my fingers before it started to fire up and burn me, sharp scissor-like teeth were stabbing at my body, but the worse thing was in my head, terrified chewing at my senses; the reel of film I was watching was playing slowly at first, then speeding-up before my eyes.
Who were these depraved souls, evil and vicious, their crimes unprecedented? I peered aimlessly through the putrid fog, trying in vain to focus my vision. The darkness of all humanity, led and encouraged by Satan, was squeezing the goodness out of me and turning the love which was in my soul into terrified tendrils of torture.
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How long could I endure this separation from My Father? Time had lost its meaning, I had no idea how long I had been buried in this dark, dank place. A memory stirred, the desolation would pass, and I just couldn’t grasp the foundation of these thoughts. I concentrated on blocking out my surroundings and I was heartened by some unknown source. Then, deep within my heart, I somehow knew where the source originated. My Father! The tiniest glimmer in my mind’s eye.
I stretched out my dirty torn finger nails. I pursued the sense that was growing in my soul, yes my soul, and it was still intact despite everything. Then the brightness overcame me but, persistently, I lifted my eyes up above. My heart was as bright as the sunlight, gone was the darkness which had engulfed me. I WAS ALIVE and I gazed into the smiling face of GOD!
Carole Crossley
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