"Hell is Real and I Was There"
A Testimony of a Rapture in Spirit – 1996
It was in 1996. I was an evangelist pastoring a Baptist church congregation in the city of Praia Grande, Santa Catarina, in the countryside of a local municipality known as Passo da Cachoeira. At about 3:00 in the morning, I had a vision, or I was taken away in the spirit—I don't know for sure. I know that while I slept, I saw an angel descending upon the roof of the house. The roof opened as if it were the lid of a trunk. A very strong light entered the room. The angel walked into the room, came up to me, and touched me, saying:
“Wake up. I came to get you—to take a walk.”
I replied, “Yes… where are we going?”
The angel said:
“Do not be afraid. I received an order from the Lord. I have to take you to the nets of hell and allow you to see some things.”
I said, “Okay.”
The angel touched me again and said, “Let’s go.” I left my body and held onto the angel's side. We began to ascend. The roof opened, and I saw the village, the houses, and even the place where our church services were held.
We flew in the direction of the highest mountain in the village, where there were banana trees planted. When we reached the top, the angel lit everything with a strong light. I could clearly see the plantation and the native vegetation.
Suddenly, we began to descend. As we descended, the earth opened. It opened like the mouth of a great abyss. I could see the roots of the trees, rocks, and the crust of the earth. There was no light, only darkness, but the angel’s light illuminated everything.
We went down quite a bit—deep underground. We landed in a large cave. From that moment on, I could only see with difficulty. There were many tunnels. A weak light came from a small torch that was burning on the wall. The angel said:
“We have reached hell. Now it is up to you.”
Then I no longer saw the angel, but I felt his presence and heard his voice urging me forward.
Encounter with the Master of Disguise
About five meters ahead, the place became lighter. I saw a large throne made of stone. Seated on the throne was a light-skinned man with very long blond hair. He had no shirt. His thin shoes reached up to his knees. His head was bowed, and his long hair covered his face.
Little by little, he began to raise his head, sensing someone had arrived. With very feminine gestures, he threw his hair back and looked at me with bright blue eyes and a perfect masculine face. He smiled mockingly and said:
“You’re here now. I’m going to get you. I’ve been chasing you for a long time without success. But now you’re in my kingdom.”
At that moment, I remembered a dream I had when I was young. I was climbing a staircase when I saw a man in a white suit and white hat, very blond, with a knife in his hand. He chased me. I ran until I reached a small stream with very clear water and jumped across. He couldn’t cross and stood on the other side shouting:
“Today you escaped me, but I’ll keep chasing you until I catch you.”
Now I realized—it was the same person. Then I heard the angel’s voice:
“Yes. This is Lucifer, the Master of Disguise.”
Immediately, the man became very angry. He leapt from the throne. His form changed. His body became that of a beast. His face looked like a leopard, and he had large claws on his hands. He ran at me, but chains attached to the throne held him back. He couldn’t reach me. He shouted in a strange tongue:
“You mustn’t escape from here!”
Pursued by Demons
I noticed many demons emerging from tunnels and openings in the cave walls. They looked like animals, with monstrous faces and mouths drooling sulfur. The angel’s voice came again:
“Run to the left.”
A stone wall opened. I saw a long corridor made of black marble, resembling a medieval castle. I began to run or fly—I’m not sure which—down the corridor. The demons roared and followed. I could feel the heat of the sulfur and their breath on my neck. One demon tried to grab me, but its claws passed through me as if I were a curtain or thin veil. The corridor ended. I had no way out. I thought, “Now I’m done for.” Then I heard the angel’s voice again:
“Look to the right.”
A large door opened, and I entered.
The Crystal Throne and the Spirit of Falsehood
I was in a Crystal Cave. There was a crystal throne floating in the center. A beautiful blonde woman, dressed in a flowing bright blue gown, was seated on it. The demons stopped. She lifted her hand and said:
“Stop. Don’t touch him.”
She spoke in strange tongues, and the demons obeyed. She looked at me and said:
“Pastor.”
I replied, “I’m not a pastor; I’m an evangelist.” She laughed and said:
“You’re a very busy little pastor. You bother us with your messages of fidelity, holiness, prayer, and that book. You convince souls that hell is real, while we prefer to keep it secret. Our preaching is that hell is just a fable. But since you came to my church, you’ve been taking souls from me. They’re praying now, and I can’t reach them. They have texts from your Lord’s book in their minds.”
Then she transfigured into a beast and began to curse me. I asked her, “Who are you?” She replied:
“You don’t know me? I’m there every day at your church services. I’m the spirit of falsehood. And you are invading my domain. The church is mine.”
Revelations from Hell
She pointed to a crystal wall, and a waterfall of clean water opened like a LED screen. First, she showed me her throne above Passo da Cachoeira.
“This is my kingdom, my principality. I dominate this region.”
Then she showed me the Temple of Solomon. It was dark inside, except for some small lights like candles. I saw preachers, singers, and musicians on the pulpit. She said:
“These are mine. I bought them with money, women, and fame. They seem holy, but they’re full of greed. I will make gospel stars who only perform for money. They will be idols. But you, poor man, spend even your little for this failed work. Soon, you’ll see preachers charging $20,000–$30,000 to preach.”
I was shocked. I asked, “And the little lights?” She replied:
“They’re old men and women who still pray. I can’t touch them. Their prayers are strong and hinder my plans.”
The Lake of Fire
I cried out to God:
“Lord, why did you bring me here? I want to go back and keep preaching your Word.”
The demon of falsehood grew angry, but said:
“I received orders from Heaven not to touch a hair on your head. I already have many preachers, pastors, missionaries, and workers.”
She pointed to her left. A huge cave opened. There was a lake of fire, like a volcano filled with lava. People were screaming and moaning in pain. A preacher in a plaid suit, holding a blank book, screamed:
“Keep warning the people up there! Hell exists—it is real, and torment here never ends!”
He was whipped by a demon and sank into the lava. A woman chained up screamed:
“Warn my children so they don’t come here!”
A young man cried:
“I am thirsty—I despised the source of living water, and now I am here!”
There were many more, all confessing sins, all saying:
“Now it’s too late.”
The Return and the Commission
I shouted:
“Lord, get me out of here!”
The angel returned and stood beside me. He said:
“You must proclaim what you saw. Never stop preaching about heaven and hell. Now let’s go.”
We rose back the way we came. I saw the roots of trees, the crust of the earth, and then we were above the banana plantation. We flew to my house. The roof was still open. I saw my body lying in bed—my arm over my wife, my son asleep in the crib.
I re-entered my body. The angel said goodbye and ascended. The roof closed. It was exactly 3:00 a.m. I woke my wife and told her everything. I couldn’t sleep. Even today, the scenes still burn in my mind.
At that time, I was told not to speak of the vision until the Holy Spirit permitted. But later that year, I heard the Lord say:
“Write about this and tell the world that hell is real—and that Satan is infiltrated in the midst of the church. Tell my people to seek Me more in prayer. Behold, I come quickly, and my reward is with Me to give each one according to his works.”
Hell Is a Reality
No one should doubt it.