This powerful testimony recounts a vivid and terrifying spiritual experience where Elijah was shown Hell and the torment of those who distorted God's Word—especially regarding marriage and divorce. Jesus revealed that only the first marriage covenant is honored in Heaven, and all remarriage outside of biblical grounds like fornication is adultery. Elijah was warned to repent and preach the truth, not a watered-down gospel. Deeply convicted, he returned transformed, confessed publicly, and called the church to repentance and holiness. As the congregation responded with brokenness, true revival broke out—marked by reconciliation, restoration, and the return of the fear of God.
THE PASTOR THAT PREACHED REMARRIAGE & RAPTURED TO HELL
My name is Pastor Elias, and what I'm about to share with you now completely changed my life, my ministry. I speak with tears in my eyes because what I witnessed was beyond what human words can describe. It's not easy to open my heart, expose my soul, but I need to share, I need to warn you, I need to make you understand that there are much more serious things happening in the spiritual world than most people imagine. For years, I was a pastor of a large church, a renowned guest speaker at conferences. I wrote books, I ministered about the love of God, about forgiveness, about grace, and I do believe in all of that. But there was something I was ignoring, something that unwittingly disregarded a sacred principle, an eternal mandate. I relativized the Word of God when it came to marriage, rent, and remarriage. I blessed second unions, I performed marriages for people who left their partners for no biblical reason. I told myself it was better to see someone happy than to live unhappily in a dead marriage. I thought I was promoting peace, but I was violating it—a covenant made before God. I made that decision thinking I was right, that God understood, that time had changed, but God doesn't change with time, His Word is eternal.
In the early morning of that day, I could never have imagined what awaited me. It was as if heaven had fallen silent and hell had been authorized to show me the truth that I had hidden from myself. It began with a pressure in my chest, an unexplained anguish. I was short of breath, my vision darkened, and I felt my body fade into the bed. But the scariest part was when I realized my spirit was out of my body, and someone very glorious was waiting for me at the door of my room. It was Jesus, yes, He Himself, His presence was holy, strong, but also serious. He didn't smile. His eyes held tears, but they weren't of joy—they were of sadness. Sadness for me, sadness for my ignorance, sadness for all those I had taught wrong, for all the homes I had disrupted with words that were well-intentioned but completely removed from the truth. Jesus only said, "I'm going to show you what you never wanted to see but always needed to see."
This testimony isn't to excite you; it's to awaken you. And if you have courage, keep seeing. Firm in the faith, respected as a pastor but negligent in some doctrines and permissive, like the index finger and marriage. For many years, I was what many would call a man of God. I converted as a young man. I come from a Christian family and always had the desire to serve at the altar. I grew in faith by studying the Word, and over time, I became the pastor of a church that, thank God, grew. We quickly won lives, opened congregations, trained workers, and I was invited to minister at conferences, radio interviews, and even on local television. On the outside, everything was victorious, but inside, there were cracks. I loved the Word of God, but I was afraid of some truths, especially those that generated discomfort—harsh doctrines that personalize radical renunciation, and marriage was one of them. I discovered that it was better to soften certain messages so as not to alienate the church members. “God wants to see you happy, not tied to a loveless marriage,” said the advice. “God is love, He understands your pain.” And so I began treading on dangerous ground.
Without realizing it, I began blessing marriages of divorced people, even when the separation had been for trivial reasons. I ignored the scriptures that spoke against illicit dissolution. I claimed that we lived in a new covenant, that Jesus had already forgiven everything, and what's more, I used my pastoral position to explain these actions as if my human authority could erase God's immutable principles. The truth is that little by little, I traded holiness for accessibility, righteousness for popularity, and doctrinal zeal for false emotional comfort. The church grew, but the altar was dirty.
One night after the service, I went to sleep around midnight. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was thrown into a strange sleep. I walked alone along a dirty road flanked by thorns on both sides. In front of me was a large, beautiful-looking church adorned with gold, but as I got closer, it dissolved into smoke. When I tried to run to reach it, the ground sank beneath my feet and I began to fall. I woke up in panic, heart racing, cold sweats. The next day I let it go, but the same dream returned for three consecutive nights. I began to realize that there was a pattern—the same atmosphere, the same path, the same emptiness during my prayers. I noticed something even more disturbing: silence—that kind of silence that makes the soul uncomfortable, as if heaven was on pause. My prayers didn't rise above the ceiling. I felt like my words were hitting an invisible wall and coming back to me without force.
Then the voices began. They were whispers. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but they repeated themselves during the moments of greatest consecration. When I knelt and began to cry out, I heard phrases like, "Do you have blood on your hands?" or "Are you allowing what I detest?" The first time I heard that, my skin crawled from head to toe. I opened my eyes, startled, but I was alone in the room. I began to be afraid to speak during a service. While praying for a couple at the altar—a remarried couple—I felt a spiritual pressure so strong that I almost fainted. It was as if an invisible hand was pushing me back. My body weakened, my spirit saddened, I felt like God had walked away, but I still tried to keep up appearances.
The early mornings grew longer, my pillow wet with sweat and tears. A deep restlessness invaded me. I preached but didn't feel the anointing. I praised but didn't feel the presence. I gave advice but didn't hear the voice of God. I felt like Saul after being rejected by God, trying to lead a people who no longer had the Spirit of the Lord. During one early morning, through tears, I implored God for more holiness. He responded, but not as I expected. It was one of those early mornings when sleep doesn't come. The clock read 3:12 when I got out of bed, overcome with anxiety. I went down to my home office and knelt on the carpet that had so often been the scene of answered prayers, but that night I wasn't the same. Not even a prayer. My soul was tired, my spirit exhausted. The weight of God's absence was so great that my words came out like muffled cries from a desperate heart.
I didn't pray like a pastor, I didn't pray like a leader, I prayed like a man, broken, exhausted, my eyes overflowed with tears that wet the floor. My voice trembled, and my body bowed as if something was pressing me to the ground. I cried, "Lord, I can no longer bear to live without feeling your presence. If there is something in me that offends you, show me. If I am blind, wake me up. If I am dead inside, resurrect me. Show me the truth, even if it hurts. Show me who I really am in your eyes."
I didn't know, but at that moment the sky fell, and He decided to respond. Only that the answer wouldn't come in the form of a breakup. It wouldn't come with hugs, visions of paradise, or gentle promises. God decided that He would show the naked and raw truth, justice, holiness, the gravity of that which I had neglected in the name of false love. It was there, in that early morning, between solutions and moans, that everything suddenly began to change. A strange sensation took hold of my body. It was as if the ground beneath me was shaking. The atmosphere of the room changed. The air became heavy, and an intense light filled the room. I felt a heat on my back, as if a powerful presence were right behind me. I didn't have the courage to look back—I just remained prostrate.
It was at that moment that I heard a loud voice, firm but full of pain, "You have asked for holiness, and I will show you what it demands." My body froze. A wind blew in the air, but all the windows were closed. My tears dried up, my spirit fell silent, and then an invisible force pulled me from the ground as if something were pulling me out of my own body. I looked down and saw my body still on its knees, but my soul was standing, when I heard the voice of the Lord resonating within me. My body began to freeze, as if the blood had stopped circulating. My hands grew cold, my heart slowed, and then I felt something I had never experienced before. Without warning, the light in front of me intensified, and Jesus appeared.
I can't fully describe His appearance with human words because nothing compares to His glory. His eyes were like flames of fire, not in the sense of destruction but of extinction. They saw beyond the flesh, beyond the mind. They saw directly into the spirit, the essence, the truth of man. The robe He wore seemed to glow with holiness itself. His feet were like red-hot bronze, and a crown of invisible authority rested on His head. But what struck me most was His look of pain—the look of one who loves but is wounded. He stretched out His hand, and I, even trembling, stretched out my hand. When I took His hand, I felt an indescribable power course through my being. It was as if an electric current were running through my soul—cleansing, confronting, tearing apart everything that had been hidden within. I saw scenes from my life flash before my eyes: marriages I had blessed, advice I had given, messages I had preached. And the Holy Spirit showed me the eternal consequences of every attitude taken without fear.
CHAMBERS OF TORMENT
In a firm but compassionate voice, Jesus said, "You have asked for holiness, Elijah, but holiness without justice is only appearance, and justice without truth is illusion. Now you will see the truth that man tries to hide. Hold fast because what is to come will be terrible." I was trembling. Jesus looked at me and, without saying another word, began to walk, still holding my hand. We descended, literally as if the earth were opening beneath our feet. We descended at great speed through a dark tunnel surrounded by screams of despair. The smell of burning flesh and sulfur suffocated me. As soon as Jesus took my hand and we began to descend, the reality around us changed completely. It was as if the ground were opening up, as if the earth itself were vomiting us into its bowels. We entered a tunnel, a bottomless abyss, a corridor of living darkness. We descended at a speed that no human body could endure. It felt like an inverted roller coaster with no rails, without control, without end. The only thing holding me was Jesus' hand firmly holding mine.
Still, I trembled, my ears were ringing, and little by little, the children began to emerge. The first were whispers, then moans, then screams. Cries of pain, screams of terror, cries of souls who were aware that they would never have hope again. The tunnel wasn't just dark, it was alive. The walls throbbed like flesh. They were slimy, warm, and refreshing. I felt that darkness watching me. Every inch of that path carried a spiritual weight that crushed my soul. It was as if millions of eyes were staring at me with hatred, thirst, and hunger for souls.
Then the smell came, and even outside my body, I felt nauseous. I felt my stomach churn. And as soon as we exited the tunnel and Jesus appeared in the valley before us, my eyes opened to something I could never have imagined, not even in my nightmares. It was as if I were standing before a spiritual factory of pain, an orderly, demonic system structured to destroy souls with precision and cruelty. In front of me, I saw enormous funnels like whirlpools of black fire opening over enormous craters in the floor of hell. They spun at an absurd speed, sucking in souls like dry leaves in a hurricane. Billions of souls were being swallowed into those abysses. They screamed, they begged. They tried to escape, but nothing offered safety—not even the prayers they once offered, nor the good works they sought to accumulate, nor the burdens they carried in their clothes. There, the only thing that had any weight was the truth.
I saw men in suits being dragged into the funnels, women in garments of praise being swallowed up, young, elderly, pastors, missionaries, all spinning in circles, desperate. Before disappearing completely, Jesus turned to me and said, "These are those who ignored my word, those who adopted culture by preferring Scripture, those who adapted my commandments to please the world. Many of them received your approval, Pastor Elijah." When I heard that, my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I wanted to die, I wanted to disappear, I wanted to go back in time and undo every ceremony, every victory, every word spoken for convenience, but it was too late for them.
Inside the funnels, demons gathered like birds of prey, pushing, lashing, laughing. At the end of each funnel, there was a door, a kind of dark hole that leads to the chambers of torment. Then Jesus mentioned one of them, and what I saw there, I have no words to describe. It was a prison without bars. The screams echoed from within like spiritual sirens. Every soul in those chambers seemed to relive, in an eternal loop, the moment of their fatal decision—divorce without just cause, remarriage outside of God's will, the blessing bestowed by negligent leaders like myself. The pain of those souls was more than physical; it was spiritual, psychological, existential. It was as if every cell of their spirit cried out for redemption, but all they received was justice.
THE PRINCIPALITY OF DEATH
I saw a woman being dragged among the tormentors, toward one of the funnels. She screamed, "I just wanted to be happy. My husband ignored me. I had the right to a new chance." But the demons dragged her away, saying, "But you had no right to break what God joined together." That tore me apart from the inside. An evil entity with a skeletal appearance surrounded by darkness ruled that part of hell. "It feeds on the breaking of marriage vows," Jesus told me. "This is the principality of death, Elijah. He rules this sector. He doesn't kill bodies, he kills alliances, destroys pacts. He feeds on the dishonor of marriage vows. Every time a marriage breaks up without just cause, he grows stronger."
That creature approached. Even with Jesus at my side, I felt my legs weaken. The spirit of that entity was made of dense, ancient darkness. It didn't speak with words; it spoke with thoughts. It said, "You, pastor, fed me. Every remarriage you approved was like a banquet for me. Every vow broken under your blessing strengthened my soul. Crown of destruction, you served me without knowing it." My tears fell like never before. I cried out, "Lord, I didn't know! I didn't understand! Forgive me!" Jesus didn't look away. He loved me. But his face was serious. He replied, "My people are perishing for lack of knowledge, but you had access to the truth; it was in the Scriptures. You just chose not to see."
But up ahead, I saw separated couples, remarried leaders who approved their remarriages, all screaming and accusing each other, fighting eternally after the principality of death withdrew. Jesus led me down a narrow, dark path, like a corridor of living stones that wept. The walls of that place seemed to groan. All of hell seemed to lament the weight of broken pacts, and the further we descended, the more the screams intensified.
We arrived before an enormous door made of iron and fire. On it was engraved in flaming red letters: "Chamber of Those Who Scorned the Pact." As soon as the door opened, I was struck by a deafening sound: screams of men and women, accusing each other, insulting each other, fighting with indescribable rage. I saw people scratching each other, pushing each other, trying to escape from each other, but they were bound by invisible spiritual chains connected by the promises they once made before God and then broke. They couldn't separate. They were forced to relive the arguments and betrayals, divorces, remarriages, all in an eternal loop.
I saw a woman yell at a man, "Do you want me? You left me for another, you lied before God!" And he responded with hatred, "It was you who grew cold! It was you who rejected me!" But soon a demon wrapped them in flaming chains and dragged them to a cell where it all began again. Jesus said, "Those were couples who, without adultery, without abandonment due to infidelity, chose to undo what I united. Here they reap the consequences of those who scorned my sanctity in marriage." I also saw remarried people in terrible torment. They lived in a cycle of jealousy, betrayals, and endless arguments. Couples who one day said, "Now I am happy," now attacked each other, cursing each other, saying, "You were not my true spouse. I knew that was a sin."
THE SECTIONS IN HELL OF FALSE LEADERS
There was a section reserved for religious leaders, pastors, bishops, and apostles, all wearing ecclesiastical vestments scorched by eternal fire. Their mouths were burned with live coals. They shouted, "I preached what the people wanted to hear, I only wanted to help, I only wanted to see smiles at the altar," but the demons mocked, "You lied at the altar of God. You nullified the word out of emotion. Now your mouth will no longer preach; it will only cry out for mercy." Jesus, with tears in his eyes, showed me the Scriptures and said, "Whoever does not repent suffers the consequences."
After everything I saw—the funnels of souls, the principality of death, the couples in torment, the shepherds burning for their words—my soul was shattered. I could no longer speak. I felt smaller than the dust of the ground, my spirit trembled at the truth I had scorned for so long in the name of grace. It was then that Jesus stopped in his tracks and turned toward me. His eyes were wet. Yes, Jesus wept, but it wasn't like human tears. It was tears that carried the weight of billions of souls, the tears of the Lamb who offered his blood and was sacrificed, rejected by proud, rebellious choices disguised as love.
With a voice that was broken but full of authority, he reached out and the Scriptures emerged. They shone like fire, but they didn't burn. The letters moved as if alive. When he opened them, Jesus pointed to Matthew 5:32, Matthew 19:9, Luke 16:18, Romans 7:2. "It is written," he said, and He was ignored. I tried to argue, almost without strength, "Lord, but what about grace and salvation?" It was then that he looked me in the eyes with a pain that tore me apart and said in a firm voice, "Yes, Elijah, salvation is in me. Forgiveness is in me. But repentance must come from you. Those who do not repent suffer the consequences. My grace does not cancel my justice. The cross does not cancel obedience."
The confirmation saved many, but many were lost for despising repentance. At that moment, I understood with cutting clarity: grace is not a permission to continue in sin; it is an opportunity to abandon it. And those who broke the covenant of marriage, prayed without biblical reason, blessed it, or participated in it, and never truly repented, were suffering exactly what Jesus had already warned them about. They were reaping what they had sown.
Then, Jesus knelt on the floor of hell itself and prayed for those who were still alive. He cried out for the pastors who still preached a gospel distorted by the churches that were trivializing marriage for the young people preparing for it, marrying without spiritual discernment by believers who still had time to repent. They can still change, they can still listen, they can still humble themselves, and only in cases of betrayal, adultery, fornication, divorce is allowed. The rest is adultery in disguise.
After Jesus showed me the Scriptures and confronted me with the truth that I had neglected, he took me to a kind of spiritual platform in the center of that sector of hell. From there, I could see countless chambers, each representing a specific type of judgment related to marriage. It was at that point that he turned to me and said something that marked my soul forever, "Elijah, it's time for you to understand clearly: I created marriage as a covenant, not a contract. It is an eternal alliance before me, and the only exception I allow for separation is betrayal."
At that moment, Jesus opened the Scriptures before me again and pointed to Matthew 19:9, "But I say to you that whoever divorces his wife, except for fornication, and marries another, commits adultery, and whoever marries a divorced woman also commits adultery." The words "except for fornication" began to flash before me, as if the Holy Spirit himself were shouting inside my conscience, "It is here, it has always been, but you ignored it."
VERY FEW CRY FOR DIVINE INTERVENTION, REAP DAMNATION
Jesus continued: "Fornication, Elijah, is the act of sexual immorality, adultery, betrayal, the breach of marital purity. Beyond that, there is no permission. No emotional pain, no weariness, no incompatibility is just cause to break what I myself have joined." I tried to argue silently within myself, "But Lord, and those who suffer abuse and those who are abandoned emotionally?" And He answered me before I could even say anything, "Abandonment and suffering are not doors to sin; they are doors to the cross, toward the cry for divine intervention. I am the God who restores marriages, but many prefer human solutions and reap damnation."
Then Jesus showed me people who had divorced over trivial fights, who were settled out of passion, who said, "God showed me this," when in reality it was a deceitful heart that led them. Everyone there was burning, marriages celebrated outside of God's will, couples who said amen when heaven said no. And then Jesus spoke with a loud voice, "When someone separates without a just reason and marries another person, they commit adultery. And when pastors approve of that, they are blessing sin. They are sealing alliances with strange fire."
I saw alliances setting fire to the hands of people who had remarried improperly. The fire consumed the fingers, but not the alliances. They remained attached like seals of damnation. "Adultery in disguise is even more dangerous, Elijah, because it hides behind the name ‘love.’ But I'm not mistaken. I probe hearts and I judge with justice."
WARNING ABOUT MULTIPLE MARRIAGES, CHURCHES
Then Jesus looked at me with a grave countenance and said, "You need to alert the church, There are no multiple marriages in heaven, Here I honor only the first vow made before me, Outside of that, there is judgment." At that moment, my spirit was completely shattered. I ran screaming back to my body, my heart racing, and I saw my wife. Scared, after everything my eyes saw, my spirit could no longer bear it. Hell had left marks on me, not physical ones, but spiritual ones. It was as if every scream I heard, every camera I witnessed, every word Jesus said to me was seared into my being like a living fire.
Then Jesus held my hand one last time. He looked me deep in the eyes and with a firm voice said, "You are still alive," Elijah, that was your chance. Now go and don't make the same mistake again. Shout to the world what I showed you. Shout even if they mock you, Shout even if they reject you, Because whoever doesn't listen will fall in the same place you were at that very moment. I felt a violent impact, as if I had been thrown back by a gale. The spirit passed through a tunnel of light and sound, and everything around me went white for a few seconds.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room, lying on the floor, Drenched in sweat, breathless, trembling, but I didn't go back quietly, I went back screaming, "Lord, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." My wife, who was sleeping in the room with me, ran scared. Seeing me in that state, she fell to her knees trying to hold me, "Elijah, what happened to you? Are you okay? Elijah? Talk to me," But I couldn't answer. My eyes were wide open. My hands were shaking. My heart was beating like a drum in war. I was in shock. Every image of hell still played in my mind, like a movie. Every face, every scream, every word of Jesus. She cried, hugged me, and I just said, "He showed me. He showed me hell. He showed me the divorced, the remarried, the pastors. He showed me everything. I was warned by God himself."
My wife, not fully understanding, sat down next to me. We cried together, we prayed together, and in that moment, I knew my life had changed forever. The next day, still with glassy eyes, my soul shaken, and my body exhausted, I went to church. It was a Tuesday. The temple was empty, but inside me was a multitude of voices shouting. Every word of Jesus resounded like thunder. Every face I saw in Hell was engraved in my spirit. I entered the temple, head down, carrying not the Bible but the weight of my responsibility. I went up to the altar. I knelt, and there, in that same pulpit where I had so often preached with eloquence, this time I couldn't say anything. I began to cry and moan. My spirit was torn apart inside. I was no longer standing before men, I was before the saint, before the righteous one, the one who gave me a chance to return.
Then, with a broken voice, I began to cry out: "Lord, have mercy on me. I have sinned. I have distorted your gospel. I have blessed what you detest. I have spoken sweet words where the Lord demanded a sword. I traded fear for acceptance, but now I understand. Forgive me, Father. Forgive me." I remained there for hours. The floor soaked with my tears. I felt as if the Holy Spirit himself was cleansing me from within. A conviction of sin so strong that my body began to tremble. I no longer desired anything else, I just wanted to be cleansed, restored, restarted.
I got up slowly, went to my office, opened the bookshelf, took out my Christian self-help books, old motivational messages, sketches in which I relativized marriage, and began to tear them up one by one. It wasn't just paper. What tore was a mentality. I threw everything on the floor and with tears in my eyes, I said, "Lord, cleanse your altar, erase my will, erase my opinions, I only want your word, only your truth, even if it cuts me off, even if it leaves me alone, even if it costs me everything." I went on a 21-day fast, stopped preaching for a while, and retreated into secrecy. I no longer wanted the spotlight, I no longer wanted the pulpit, I only wanted to hear the voice that rescued me from the abyss.
I spent days praying, fasting, reading the gospels with different eyes, as if I were reborn. After those days of fasting and deep consecration, I knew the time of silence was over. God restored me, but He restored me with a mission: to open the eyes of those who were blind. The first Sunday after my return to the pulpit, the church was full. The members knew something had happened. The news had spread that the pastor had had an intense spiritual experience, but no one imagined what was to come.
I went up to the altar, and for the first time in years, I trembled, not from nervousness, but from fear. I looked at the church and said in a firm voice, "Before preaching to you, I need to confess before God and men. I have sinned for years. I relativized the word. I blessed what God condemns. I promoted marriages that in the eyes of heaven were adultery, but the Lord took me to hell and showed me the truth." Silence took over everything. No one dared to move. I told everything without embellishment, without vanity. I recounted every vision, every word of Jesus, every tear, every torment. And then, with the Bible open to Matthew 19, I read, "Let him divorce his wife except for fornication and marrying another, he commits adultery."
PLEAS FOR HOLINESS
The church began to weep. People stood up and went to the altar even before the end. Couples who were in second illicit relationships began to tremble. Men who had abandoned their wives began to ask for forgiveness. Women who were living with other men, even though they were spiritually bound to their husbands by their first vow, prostrated themselves and cried out, "Lord, forgive me, I didn't know; help me make amends." I saw something I hadn't seen in a long time: true repentance, and with repentance, the Holy Spirit returned.
Miracles began to happen, the sick were healed, young people began to pray again, Separated couples began to reconcile. I saw a woman who was living in remarriage stand up in front of the entire church and say, "Pastor, I know this relationship doesn't have God's approval, I'm going to end it, I prefer to live alone, but in holiness, rather than in company and in deception." There were screams, cries, reconciliation, people returning wedding rings, people burning divorce papers, husbands returning home, children being restored.
The revival I had prayed for so many years didn't come with events, but with repentance. The altar became pure again, the word was feared again, and the presence of the Spirit was felt like never before. All of this because one day Jesus decided to take me to hell so that I could return with the truth living within me.
Today, the Church is no longer known by events, by parties, or by numbers, but by the Holiness. "If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, pray, and seek my face, then I will hear from heaven, I will forgive their sins and heal their land," (Chronicles 7:14). "I will never remember their sins," (Hebrews 10:17).
Today I am not here as a preacher, I am here as a living witness of God's mercy, but also of the reality of his judgment. What I saw in hell was not a symbolic vision; it was a concrete spiritual reality where souls are now, at this very moment, crying out for an opportunity they will no longer have. But you who are listening to this still have time. There is still hope. The word of God is clear: If my people, not the world, not the wicked, but the people of God humble themselves, pray, seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then and only then will he hear, forgive, and restore.
Today, the Lord is not calling you to live a comfortable religion, He is calling you to holiness, to repentance, to faithfulness, radical obedience—no matter if you are already in a second marriage.