Showing posts with label False Teachings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label False Teachings. Show all posts

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE AFTERLIFE

The testimony describes a guided vision of hell where countless souls suffer irreversible torment after rejecting God’s grace on earth. A demonic prince mocks the damned as insects, fire, and unbearable punishments consume them, while their desperate pleas for mercy go unanswered. Many confess their sins too late, realizing that forgiveness is only possible in life, not after death. Among the tormented are people who served Satan, trusted his promises, or led others astray, now shocked to find themselves in eternal suffering. The Lord grieves over humanity’s choices, lamenting that He paid the price for their salvation, yet they chose darkness instead.

This man of God that rebelled against his leader and broke away the church he was supposed to build from the hierarchy. A servant of God in a church within a community who once rebelled against his pastor and subsequently destroyed his pastor reputation ruining his image on earth. He thought he was preserving the truth and unfortunately he ended up in this place of unbearable torment. This story shocked me deeply. In any case, it resonated with me profoundly. I think I emphasized this point at the end of the show.

So, I want to remind God's children that we were in the amphitheater. It was the first place after leaving Earth following the demons. We arrived at this location. It was on a field and as I explained in this amphitheater that looked like ancient Roman Empire coliseum that were built primarily as a massive public entertainment venue designed to host gladiatorial combats and public spectacles where exotic animals were hunted and condemned criminals were executed.

However, in hell, instead of execution of animals, it was souls of men that were placed in the middle of the arena to undergo the most unimaginable torment for the pleasure of infernal demon. The torment of soul of men and women that had died in sin was a public entertainment for demon of hell that came to watch macaba spectacle of suffering of humanity. And these demons sat on grandstands watching the torment of doomed souls.

I saw this prince of hell who presented himself as the prince of this place, the prince of darkness at the services of darkness, a principality responsible for fleeting riches and the pursuit of earthly possessions. So for a few minutes he was speaking, as I said, in the amphitheater filled with cruel creatures. When the leader was speaking, these demons were in a dark joy, ready to pounce on these defenseless souls.

The demons of all kind were seated on the grandstand. A heavy and ominous atmosphere now rained, covering those there. As if darkness were the only way for them to breathe, the dark prince was speaking with an ironic tone of mockery, and the demons were truly in a dark joy, determined to pounce on the men and inflict excessive torment upon them.

HUMILIATION AND TORMENTS

We were walking amidst rows of humiliated men. Man had no consideration there. Man had no value. Man had no dignity, no worth, no pride. Those who fall in the place of torment lose the respect due to man made in God image and godlikeness. None of these things like dignity and consideration could be found here in the realm of demon. None of that. It was total humiliation and degradation. The worst possible treatment one can be subjected to.

They were like people frozen in time, humiliated in eternal shame and astonished to find themselves in this dark place. So this demon prince ruled this part of hell where souls of men who during their life on earth were reanimated with great desire to accumulate terrestrial wealth and earthly possession, fidgeting the fate of their souls.

The Bible say, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal, but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, that your heart will be also.”

This infernal world was segmented into compartments and sections, and each valley was ruled by a prince of hell. But this part of hell we had arrived was the lung of hell. And this prince was the leader who ruled. Behind him was a demonic army that he led. And these demons were sitting in the stands, observing like in a football stadium where spectators sit watching the players play. And now they were mocking the damned souls.

These demons were truly keen to pounce on these poor men that arrived here. You could feel a terrible anger emanating from these infernal spirit. They had a deep hatred, rage and disgust for human beings. So the leader of this valley continued to address these doomed souls while they were going through extreme punishment, saying, “The fact that I am speaking cannot interrupt everything that is taking place here.”

He shouted in a deep voice, “Men, it has been said to you, you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul. This saying is certain, but your choices have established other masters over you and have led you here.” He was trying to make men understand that they have arrived here because of their own sins.

He said, “You yourselves chose to follow the path of pedition. There is a voice that seems right to a man, but its outcome is the voice of death.” This prince of hell shouted loudly. These souls were speechless, but they really knew not what to say. They were watching him, talking while they were there, tormented, tortured.

The prince continued and said, “If you are here, it is your choice. Since today you have fallen here, you will face all accusations. Each one of you will have to plead his case. Either you plead guilty so that your torment is lessened or you plead not guilty and we will consider your case.” The men were asked to plead either guilty or not guilty.

He said, “If you plead guilty, we will alleviate your torment. If you say, ‘I am not guilty,’ we will examine your case.” Then said, “Ladies and gentlemen, you will be here for a long time. Enjoy your torment in your new abode. You will remain here forever.”

While he was speaking, he began to utter threats against the doomed souls. He began to abuse these poor souls with extremely vile words of insults. He blasphemed against God. He cursed humanity. He explained to them that he was against the fact that God created man in his image and likeness, offering them a chance of redemption when they fell. Yet there is no redemption for Lucifer and his army when they fell.

They are bound to fall in the lake that burn with fire and brimstone where they will always be from eternity to eternity. He began to utter words of curse. This prince was on his throne surrounded by his demons seated in trenches. He began to utter words of condemnation against the men.

As he uttered these curses, I saw a multitude of insects, incredibly venomous, pouring out of his mouth. They were wild insects. Their size is difficult to describe. When they came out of his mouth, all these insects moved towards the stoned souls in the middle of the arena. They stuck to their skin. They began to bite the men, saying that their body were bearing the mark of sin, which is with their food.

I saw the men now in terrible torment. They tried to get rid of these insects, but it was almost impossible. These insects clung on them as if to show the men that their faith was sealed. And the prince of hell and countless demons seated on the grand stand were watching this gruesome suffering as if it was leisure. And they laugh and do mock them. As the insects thrived and stuck to their bodies, I saw the souls of men trying to get rid of them.

People were spinning on the ground. Men and women were uttering agonizing cries of torment because of painful punishment they had never known on earth. It was to remind God's children that sin is like a form of slavery. When you continue to pursue the path of perdition, you continue to commit evil. Your body will be marked by your crimes and in hell those insects will find their meal which is the sin that is inside your body. The sin that is identified on your body will be their food.

Men and women were trying to get rid of the insect that were biting them. But it was so complicated. Those insects were savage. Truly, it was an army of wild insect devouring people like no other. I saw the souls of men spinning on the ground, some trying to run away. But there was nowhere to go because the area was surrounded and the warriors demon were sneering at the torment that people were enduring.

I could hear the men and women that began to shout aloud. They began to cry out, "We can't bear this torment. We can't take it anymore. It's beyond church." It was a terrible punishment, a suffering beyond words. The men cried out with the last of their human strength. As if it were impossible pain, they cried out like crazy. They began to scream at these demons, "We can't take this." They sought mercy, asking them to ease their torment, saying it was unbearable.

The demons seated on the stand who came to entertain themselves continued to laugh and mock these souls who tried to get rid of these insects that clung on them. But it was impossible for these creatures clung on them with terrifying force. They caused atrocious suffering to the humans and despite all their efforts. The men could not escape.

The prince of demon continued and declared again aloud. He said, "Here is my army truly welcoming you to your new home." And the demons were mocking them while these insects were stinging and tearing at the men continuing to rip through their bodies.

Brother, when you watch the scene, it's unbearable to see how proud man on earth finds themselves in this place, leaving behind all the goods. They were trying to get rid of an army of insects like no other. They ran, they tried, but it was impossible.

So, he continued to speak again. He said, "My army welcomes you to your new home." And while he was still speaking, while these insects continued to torture men, it was as if he wasn't satisfied. So he uttered another terrible cry. When the cry was uttered, it came out of his mouth as if a great quantity of lava that were filling the arena. Then the flame engulfed the men already tortured, already tormented by insects. They were still engulfed now by the fact.

Now that fact had no power over the insects, only the fact and the power over the human body. Now were these souls torment ever alleviated. It was ironic. He was just mocking men because there's no middle ground where the plea can be effective. And when man stands before the Lord Jesus Christ on earth, it's Jesus who forgives sins. So there is no relief. Not really. There is no relief from the crimes that those souls suffered in that place.

The torments were severe, of intense and inexplicable cruelty. The savage stings were also part of the torment, or the cruel moment of that place, certainly because they came from his mouth. He held them like a weapon of torture against the men. After that, he would hurl another, a second one, an effect of devastating heat beyond belief. It ravaged everything in its path.

The men, truly engulfed by the stings, were tortured. Their humankind and I insist humankind had no consideration. So he mocked humanity, making them suffer with this immense and inexplicable cruelty. So everyone there was treated with utter contempt.

The fates of sinful humanity in that place seemed truly sealed. It was over. No matter that it was a temporary prison, but the path already followed determined that even if at the end of the world you would never escape again, you were in an eternal fate. There would be no change. So the men continued to seek his mercy. The men continued to beg them. They all pleaded guilty because they thought, as he had said, “If you plead guilty, we will alleviate your torment.” So they all pleaded guilty and now acknowledged their faults. He confessed their sins. They began to confess their sins.

But their pleas seemed to be lost in darkness, I was about to say, because it was almost too late for them, while that evil spirit rejoiced in the torments of their suffering. The torches were of indescribable severity. The men continued to beg. The men continued to ask for forgiveness. The men sought his mercy. Each one acknowledged their faults. Each one said, “I am guilty.” While the only opportunity to present this crime is while we are alive on earth, while we are still in this world of men, we can easily approach Jesus and confess our guilt. While we are still alive, you have still a chance to truly give your life to Jesus Christ.

There in hell, despite seeking his mercy, it was impossible. There was no more forgiveness. It was too late. The faith was sealed. And this leader of demons continued to mock humanity. But the more they wept, the more he saw the agony of humanity, the more they sobbed in the flames, the more he continued to rejoice. He continued to unleash his savage army. He continued to breathe fire upon human beings.

Revelation 9:6 — In those days, people will seek death, but will not find it. They will long to die, but death will flee from them.  And there they sought death, but it was too late.

Isaiah 14:11 — Your majesty descended into shol with the blood of the dead beneath you and a layer of glass and the glass was your covering.

So then now the demons continued to mock men. They continued to laugh. They continued and men were begging them saying, “We cannot bear this. We cannot bear this torment.” Each one pleaded guilty. Each one told their story. Each one said, “Yes, yes, I am responsible. If I am here, it is because I have sinned.” But it is not to the devil that one should confess these sins. It is to the Lord that man must truly confess his faults. And the only opportunity, grace, is presented to us on earth.

When the men kept shouting, I can’t bear to go there. We were observing their torment with the Lord. It was unbearable. I was in utter shock. I started to cry. Dad, I said, the men are ablaze in the fire as if they were smoldering coals. It was unbelievable. The Lord was weeping and said, “This was the man for whom I paid everything. I accepted death. I left heaven to die for men, but this is what they preferred. Their fate was sealed.”

While he was speaking, I made a few disturbing observations about this place. I noticed there was now a crowd. There were so many people. It was an immense crowd. Others had the appearance of animals, and some wore crowns. These people in the likeness of animal boasted of the services they had rendered to Satan on earth. These Satanist and which despite their torment were still making demands to demon they served. They claimed to have done Satan a great service during their earthly sojourn and that they had invested much in Satan.

They had led multitudes astray. The devil promised them that after their life on earth they would be rewarded. So they had fallen in torment after death. They were astonished and surprised to find themselves in this place. The devil never told them that after the end of their lives they would end up there. The devil promised them the beautiful kingdom of fallen angel. The devil promised them success. And some were even explaining that while they were on earth, they visited the devil’s kingdom several times. They saw villas. They saw houses. They saw great riches and wealth. They had children in that world. But were shocked and wondered how did they end up there in torment after their lives.

These people had even sold their days and years to Satan, saying, “Well, the devil asked them for a qoute of their days and years, saying, if you die 30 years before the time appointed for your death, according to the divine calendar, you will come to live here in the beautiful kingdom of fallen angels.” But how did they end up here? How did they become thousands of people like that?

Among these Satanist I will mention two figures. First there was Charles Taz Rul and also Joseph Smith. He was the representative, the founder of the kingdom known as Jehovah’s Witness and the other was the founder of the Mormon church. So these were the two figures I met there. Charles Russell and Joseph Smith. They were also great figures. I’ll talk about several communities. Those two anyway. So those were the two men. That it was the man I saw there Charles Russell and the other was Joseph Smith and he was claiming to be the founder of the Mormon church which is also called the church of Jesus Christ.

He formed the church. That’s the Jehovah’s movement. I don’t know how to attribute it whether it’s a church or not. And the other was the creator, the founder of the Mormon church, which is called the message. That’s the church of Jesus Christ of the end times. The last day, I believe, the last day. So I saw these two men also claiming they were claiming their rights. He said, “We have worked for world destruction to say here, no Jehovah’s Witness will go to heaven. No Jehovah’s Witness will be saved.”

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The Valley of Damned Shepherds

Pastor Matías Herrera died during a sermon and found himself in hell, where he saw hundreds of pastors suffering for hidden sins, fulfilling the warning that “judgment must begin at the house of God” (1 Peter 4:17 KJV). Demons exposed his pride, lust, greed, and hypocrisy, proving true that “be sure your sin will find you out” (Numbers 32:23 KJV). In despair he cried out the name of Jesus, and instantly an angel rescued him, echoing the promise, “whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved” (Romans 10:13 KJV). Jesus told him he deserved damnation—“the wages of sin is death” (Romans 6:23 KJV)—but granted him mercy and sent him back with a mission to warn believers that “God is not mocked” (Galatians 6:7 KJV) and that only genuine repentance can save a soul from eternal judgment.

A pastor died during a sermon and the worst part is that he was in sin. He was taken to hell and says he saw more than 300 other pastors there. I invite you to share this testimony with others so they can be warned and not fall into the same sin as this pastor. Pay attention to this testimony:

My name is Mashes Herrera. I was a pastor for 23 years. I led a congregation of 4,000 people. I preached at international conferences. I wrote three books on holiness and thousands called me a man of God. I believed it. I believed my faith was solid, that my path was straight, that my heart was clean before the Lord.

But on the night of August 14th, all of that collapsed in a second in front of 30,000 people watching a screen. We were broadcasting our special event, Nights of Glory and Power, the 20th anniversary of the church. We had set up a massive production, synchronized LED lights, giant screens, a 15‑piece band, and cameras broadcasting across Latin America.

I was wearing my best black Italian suit, carrying my newly purchased leather Bible, and my gold watch gleamed under the stage spotlights. I felt powerful, anointed, untouchable. I walked up to thunderous applause. The lights flashed. The music vibrated in my chest. Thousands of hands rose in my direction. I smiled like a celebrity.

The sound technician handed me the wireless microphone, the same one I had used hundreds of times. I didn't notice anything unusual. I simply reached out and gripped it firmly, ready to begin the most important sermon of my life.

But the exact instant my fingers touched the metal, something exploded inside me. It wasn't pain. It was an electric shock so violent that every nerve in my body ignited simultaneously. My hand closed involuntarily around the microphone as if welded to metal. I couldn't let go.

My body began to convulse, shaking grotesquely under the bright lights. I heard screams. I heard the distorted sound of the amplified microphone as my breath caught in my throat. I fell to my knees on the stage, still clinging to that deathly current. The lights flickered. I saw blurry faces running toward me. But no one dared touch me.

I smelled burning flesh, my own flesh. My chest burned. My vision filled with black spots. And then everything stopped.

I found myself floating above my own body, which lay twisted in the center of the stage, still smoking. My hand closed around the microphone. The lights were still shining. But now they seemed distant, cold, meaningless. I could see it all from above—the technicians frantically unplugging cables, the musicians frozen, the crowd in shock, the cameras still rolling. My death was being broadcast live.

I tried to scream, to move my arms, to descend to that body lying on the stage, but I couldn't. I was trapped in an existence that was neither life nor death, suspended between two realities, watching the people who adored me weep over my corpse.

I saw my wife pushing her way through the crowd, screaming my name. I saw my children running toward the stage, but I was no longer there. That's when the scene began to darken. Not the physical lights, but something deeper. A darkness that didn't come from outside, but from within, as if the universe itself were closing in around me. I felt terror. A terror so pure and primal it didn't even have a name. Because in that moment, I understood something that chilled my soul. I wasn't ascending. I was falling.

I had expected the light. I had expected angels. I had expected to hear the voice of God calling me home, telling me I had been a faithful servant. After all, I was a pastor. I had dedicated my life to the church. I had preached the gospel to thousands, written books, prayed for the sick, baptized, married, comforted. Wasn't that enough? I didn’t deserve eternal peace? But nothing came. No light, no angel, no heavenly voice—only silence. A silence so complete, so absolute that it made me feel more alone than I had ever been in my life.

I floated in a gray void, with no up or down, no direction or destination. I called out to God in my mind. Lord, I am here. Take me with you. But my words died before they were born. The void began to change. It was no longer gray. It was becoming darker, like ink slowly seeping into water. I felt panic growing in my chest. This was not what was supposed to happen. I had studied theology. I knew the scriptures. I knew that the righteous went to heaven immediately upon death. I was righteous. I had lived righteously.

Why was I suspended in this terrible void, forgotten, abandoned? Then I heard something. It was not music or a voice. It was a distant sound like the echo of something creeping in the darkness. My consciousness tightened. I tried to move upward, but there was no up. I tried to pray, to invoke the name of Jesus, but the words wouldn't come. It was as if something was blocking them. Something dense and suffocating that filled the space around me.

The darkness was almost total. And in that gloom, I began to see shapes—shadows moving, faceless figures floating in directions I couldn't understand. Some seemed to be falling, others simply vanishing into the blackness. None looked at me. None responded.

It was then that I felt the pull. It didn't come from above. It came from below. An invisible but undeniable force like cold hands grabbing my ankles, pulling me down into the depths of that bottomless darkness.

I struggled. I kicked. I screamed silently. But it was useless. The more I resisted, the stronger the force became. It was like being sucked into a whirlpool toward a place from which there was no escape.

The descent began slowly. Darkness closed in on me, enveloping me like a heavy, damp shroud. The air—if it could be called air—grew thick and difficult to breathe. Though I no longer needed to breathe, it was a suffocation of the soul.

The deeper I descended, the heavier I felt, as if my very being were turning to lead. And then I heard it clearly for the first time—a scream. It wasn't human. It was something deeper, more harrowing, filled with utter agony and despair. It came from below, from where I was being dragged. And that scream was followed by another and another and another until it became a distant chorus of wails that shook the very void.

I prayed it was a nightmare, but it wasn't. It was real. Terribly, horribly real. The fall accelerated. It was no longer a gradual pull, but a relentless force dragging me down at breakneck speed. I felt cold. A cold so penetrating it burned, piercing to the very core of my being. It wasn't the cold of winter. It was the cold of total absence. The temperature of a place where nothing alive could exist.

The darkness now had texture. I could feel it brushing against my skin like thousands of invisible fingers caressing my face, my neck, my arms. It was as if the darkness itself were alive, conscious, examining me as I fell through it.

The screams grew clearer. They were no longer distant echoes. I could distinguish individual voices—some pleading, others cursing, others shrieking in wordless agony. I heard someone repeating endlessly, “Help me. Please help me,” until the voice broke.

I heard another cry: “I don’t deserve this...I don't deserve this" Each voice was a dagger to my conscience because I knew I would soon join that chorus. The air suddenly turned hot. I went from biting cold to suffocating heat in a matter of seconds. It was the heat of a dense oppressive furnace. But the strange thing was that there was no light. The heat didn't come with any visible flames. It was a blind heat that existed in the darkness, emanating from the invisible walls of that endless abyss.

Then I smelled something. The smell came like a sudden wave that hit me with physical force. It was the stench of burnt flesh mixed with sulfur, rot, and something chemical and nauseating that had no name. I began to hear other things besides the screams. Metallic sounds like dragging chains, deep creaks like enormous stone structures moving in the darkness, heavy panting breaths that were not human, and laughter—low, guttural laughter, full of malice and perverse pleasure.

Even the fall finally began to slow. My feet touched the ground. It wasn't ordinary ground. It was hot and damp and moved slightly under my weight, as if I were standing on raw flesh. I opened my eyes, and what I saw made me wish I had never been born. I was in an immense valley, illuminated by a sickly red glow that came from no visible source. The ground was cracked and steaming. In the distance, I saw jagged mountains that looked as if they were made of ash and bone. The sky, if it could be called a sky, was a black, starless vault, oppressive and low, as if it were about to collapse.

Above all, and everywhere, absolutely everywhere, there were figures—hundreds, thousands of souls writhing, crawling, screaming, suffering in ways my mind couldn't fully process. I began to walk, guided by a desperate impulse to find some way out, some explanation, some hope. But with every step, that hope faded. The landscape was uniform in its horror. Sharp rocks, figures bent in postures of eternal agony.

Then I saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks. Legos in a slightly elevated area of the valley. There was a more organized crowd. They weren't scattered randomly like the others. They were gathered in groups as if in some kind of assembly. I approached slowly, my heart pounding harder and harder. And when I was close enough, what I saw took my breath away.

They were pastors, hundreds of them, all dressed in the remnants of their ministerial vestments—burnt black suits, tattered robes, ties dangling from withered necks. But what completely froze me was that I recognized their faces. Not all of them, but many. They were famous preachers, evangelists I had seen on television, leaders of megachurches whose conferences I had attended, authors whose books I had read and recommended, men and women who had been celebrities of the Christian world, adored by millions.

One of them was on his knees, his hands covering his face, weeping uncontrollably. I recognized him immediately. It was Pastor Enrique Salazar, founder of one of the largest churches in Colombia, who had preached about prosperity and blessing for 40 years. Now he stood here in his tattered suit, weeping like a child. I approached him, still in shock.

“Pastor Salazar,” I whispered. He looked up. His eyes were sunken, empty or filled with such deep despair that it made me recoil. “You, too,” he said hoarsely. “You fell too.” I looked around. There were more. The Brazilian evangelist Marcos Olivivera, who had filled stadiums with his healing crusades. The Mexican pastor Carolina Reyes, who had written 20 books on faith. The Argentinian preacher Sebastian Romero, whose ministry had moved millions of dollars in donations.

They were all here, all suffering. Some walked in circles, murmuring prayers that led nowhere. Others shouted Bible verses into the void. Others simply lay motionless, broken beyond repair. And more kept coming. I saw an elderly pastor being dragged away by shadowy creatures, screaming that he had been faithful, that he had preached the truth, but his cries changed to nothing.

I sat on a hot rock, shivering. My mind couldn't process what I was seeing. If these men and women, these giants of faith, these admired leaders, these spokesmen for God were here, what hope was there for me? What hope was there for anyone? I covered my face with my hands, and I began to cry. Not physical tears, but an anguish so deep it felt like it was tearing my soul apart.

“Don't cry yet,” a voice said beside me. I looked up. It was a woman I vaguely recognized, a famous worship leader who had died years before in an accident. She looked at me with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “You haven't seen the worst yet. You don't yet know why you're here. When you do, you'll wish you could cry louder.” Her words chilled me to the bone. Before I could ask what she meant, she walked away, disappearing into the crowd of damned souls.

It was then that I heard a low, deep laugh full of malicious intent. I turned slowly, and there, emerging from the shadows as if it had been waiting for this moment all along, was a figure that wasn't human—tall, thin, with eyes that glowed like embers in the darkness. A hideous smile spread across its deformed face. And when it spoke, its voice was like metal scraping against stone.

“Welcome, Pastor Mashes Herrera. We have been waiting for you.” The creature approached slowly, savoring each step. It didn't walk. It glided as if the ground itself were parting beneath its feet. Its eyes never left me, piercing me with an intensity that made me feel naked, exposed, utterly vulnerable.

“Surprised to be here?” the demon asked, tilting its head unnaturally. “I can see it in your expression. Do you still believe there was a mistake? Do you still think you deserve heaven?” It laughed again, and the sound echoed throughout the valley, mingling with the screams of the others. “Everyone here thought the same thing when they arrived, especially those of your type—the preachers, the leaders, the anointed ones.”

“I preached the gospel,” I stammered, finally finding my voice. “I served God. I helped people.” The devil raised a hand, silencing me instantly.

“Did you serve God, or did you serve yourself in God’s name? Because I was there, Mashes. I was at every service where you preached with passion while your heart was full of pride. I was there when you counted the offerings and felt pleasure seeing how much money had been given. I was there when you secretly judged other pastors, looking down on them for not being as successful as you.”

His words were like knives. I wanted to deny them, but I couldn't because they were true. Every accusation resonated with something deep inside me, something I had buried under layers of justification and self‑deception.

“I saw how you looked at the women in your congregation,” he continued. “Not with the eyes of your body, but with the heart. You saw their beauty and fantasized, even though you never acted on it physically. You thought that made you innocent, didn't you? But your heart had already committed adultery a thousand times.” “I repented,” I whispered weakly. 

The demon cackled. “Did you repent, or did you simply feel momentary guilt before going back to the same thing? How many times did you promise to change? How many times did you say, ‘Lord, this is the last time,’ knowing deep down it was a lie? Repentance isn't a feeling, Mashes. It's transformation. And you never changed. You just got better at hiding who you really were.”

I fell to my knees, trembling. Every word was true. The demon crouched down, bringing his hideous face close to mine. “And worst of all,” he whispered, “you used God’s name to build your own kingdom. That church wasn’t for His glory. It was for yours. Every sermon, every book, every conference—everything was so they would admire you, applaud you, call you powerful. You wanted to be God, not serve Him.”

Tears began to fall. I couldn't deny him anything. Everything he said was true. I had lived a lie. I had preached holiness while my heart was rotten. I had condemned sins in others while secretly cultivating them within myself. I had used my position to feel superior, to feed my ego, to build an empire centered on myself, not on Christ.

“Look around you,” said the demon, pointing at the other pastors in the valley. “They're all like you—double‑lipped preachers, hypocritical leaders, men and women who spoke of love while their hearts were full of hatred, envy, lust, and greed. That one over there stole offerings for 20 years. That woman emotionally manipulated thousands to give money while living in mansions and luxury. That old man abused his spiritual authority to control and destroy lives. All while smiling from the pulpit.” “But they were famous pastors,”

I murmured, barely able to speak. The devil smiled broadly. “306 to be exact. And these are just the ones who arrived this month. There are entire sections of this place filled with religious leaders—priests, bishops, prophets, apostles, evangelists—all convinced they were serving God. All discovering too late that they were serving only themselves.”

I completely broke down. The weight of the truth crushed me. There were no excuses, no defenses. I knew exactly why I was here. I had lived a spiritual life for decades, hiding my true nature behind titles, sermons, and Bible verses. I had judged others while believing myself untouchable. I had built a public image of holiness while my soul secretly rotted away.

“Get up,” the demon ordered. His voice was no longer mocking. It was authoritarian. Cold. Final. I stood with difficulty, trembling from head to toe. “It’s time you saw your final resting place. Every soul here has a torment specifically designed for their sin. And you, dear shepherd, have a very special one waiting for you.”

He grabbed my arm with supernatural strength. His touch burned. He began to drag me across the valley, past the other condemned shepherds. Some stared at me with empty eyes. Others looked away in shame. One cried out, “Don’t go. Hold on.” But his voice was drowned out by the general wailing.

We walked for what seemed like an eternity. The landscape gradually changed. The rocks grew taller, forming walls on either side. The heat increased with every step, and the smell of sulfur and burnt flesh intensified until I could barely stand it. Finally, we reached a vast cavern whose entrance resembled a gaping maw waiting to swallow me whole. Inside, I saw something that made me recoil in horror.

It was a grotesque replica of my church. The same design, the same lights, the same stage set, but everything was twisted and corrupted. Something dark and viscous dripped from the walls. The pews were made of bones. The pulpit in the center burned with flames that didn't consume the wood but radiated unbearable heat. And seated on those hideous pews were hundreds of figures, souls staring at me with accusing eyes.

“Welcome to your eternity,” said the demon, pushing me forward. “Here you will preach forever, but not the gospel. You will preach your own lies, your own hypocrisies, your own damnation. And every time you open your mouth, you will feel the fire burning your throat. Every word will be agony.”

He pointed to the ghostly congregation. “They will remind you of every sin you committed, every lie you told, every soul you deceived.” He shoved me toward the burning pulpit. My hands touched the surface, and the pain was indescribable. It was as if every nerve in my body was being electrocuted again, but a thousand times worse. I screamed, but the sound only echoed in that infernal cavern.

The souls in the pews began to jeer at me, to hurl accusations. “You told us God would prosper us, but you kept the money for yourself.” “You preached purity while you leered at our wives with lust.” “You said you were a man of God, but you were just a fraud.” “You made us believe you were an anointed man, but you were empty inside.”

Their voices multiplied, overlapped, creating a deafening chorus of condemnation that pierced my soul. I tried to speak, to defend myself, but when I opened my mouth, liquid fire poured out. I felt my tongue burning, my throat melting, and yet I remained conscious. I still felt every second of torture.

“This is only the beginning,” the demon said. “This is for all eternity. Every day, every hour, every endless moment. You will preach your lies and feel the judgment of those who trusted you.”

I fell from the pulpit, rolling across the burning floor. My body was covered in burns that would never heal. The pain was constant, absolute, relentless. And worst of all was the despair—the complete realization that this would never end. There was no escape, no relief, no hope.

I crawled to a corner of the cavern, curling into a fetal position, weeping uncontrollably. The voices of the ghostly congregation continued to mock, accuse, remind me of all I had done wrong. The demon stood watching me with cruel satisfaction.

“This is how it should have been from the beginning. The truth laid bare. The final judgment. The eternal reward for a lifetime of deceit.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing to vanish, wishing to cease to exist. But I couldn't. I was trapped in this place forever, condemned by my own actions, by my own hypocrisy, by my own choice to serve myself instead of God. And in that moment of utter despair, when I felt there was nowhere lower I could sink, when I accepted that this was my eternal fate, something inside me shattered completely.

From the very depths of my being, from a place I didn't even know existed, a scream erupted. It wasn't a cry of physical pain or fear. It was a cry from the soul, a desperate plea born of utter spiritual bankruptcy. And in that cry, without thinking, without planning, without any religious strategy, I uttered a single name: Jesus.


The effect was immediate and terrifying. The entire cavern shook. The flames on the pulpit flickered violently. The demon recoiled as if struck. His face contorted with fury and fear. The ghostly figures in the pews vanished instantly. The walls began to crack. And through those cracks, a light that wasn't of that place began to seep in.

“No!” roared the demon, trying to grab me again, but he couldn't get near. It was as if an invisible barrier had formed around me. The light intensified, becoming so bright it blinded. The infernal heat was replaced by a different warmth—a warmth that healed instead of burned.

I heard a sound, not words, but a frequency that made my entire being vibrate with something I can only describe as pure love.

And then I saw him—a figure enveloped in light descended through the cavern ceiling, as if the burning rocks didn't exist. He was imposing, majestic, with wings that spread like storms of light. An angel, but not the sweet kind of angel in paintings. This was a warrior radiant with authority and power. His eyes shone like suns, and when he spoke, his voice made the entire cavern tremble. “Let him go.”

“Never!” hissed the demon, writhing, trying to resist. “He is mine. He belongs to me. He lived a lie. He preached in hypocrisy.” The angel stepped forward, and the light emanating from him burned the demon, making him cry out. “It is not for you to decide that. There is a greater One who judges, and He has heard this man's genuine cry.” The demon retreated into the shadows, cursing, but couldn't get any closer.

The angel turned to me. His gaze was piercing but not destructive. It was as if he could see every part of me, every flaw, every sin, every lie. And yet he didn't despise me. “Get up,” he said with firmness but without cruelty. I stood up trembling, unable to believe what was happening. The angel extended his hand.

There is someone who wants to speak with you. But you must understand what you have seen here was real. This was your destiny, and this is the price of spiritual hypocrisy. But the cry that came from your heart, genuine, broken, desperate, opened a door that was locked. Now come. He took my hand, and in an instant we were ripped from that cavern. We ascended at an impossible speed, passing through layers of darkness, traversing the valley of the damned shepherds, leaving hell in its entirety behind. The contrast was so violent that I could hardly process it.

From absolute darkness to blinding light, from infernal heat to a peace that had no temperature, from constant torment to a silence that was not empty, but full of presence. When we finally stopped, I found myself in a place I cannot adequately describe with human words. It wasn't exactly heaven, but it wasn't earth either. It was an in‑between space filled with golden light where time seemed not to exist. And before me, seated on something that might be called a throne, but which was more a spiritual center of gravity, there was He—Jesus.

I can't describe His face. Every time I try to remember it, my mind only captures light, love, sadness, and absolute authority intertwined. But His eyes pierced me to my very core, not with anger, but with immense sadness mixed with a love so pure it made me collapse immediately. I fell to my knees, unable to hold His gaze, weeping in a way I had never experienced.

“Matias,” He said, and His voice was both gentle and overwhelming. “Look at me.” I slowly raised my eyes. “You saw the truth of your heart down there. You saw what you really were behind the mask of ministry. Do you understand now why you couldn't enter heaven?”

I nodded, unable to speak. The tears kept falling. “You preached my name,” He continued. “But you didn’t know me. You used my gospel to build your own kingdom. You spoke of humility while your heart was full of pride. You taught about love while you judged in secret. You declared holiness while you cultivated lust. And most tragically, you led others astray because they followed your example instead of mine.”

Each word was like spiritual surgery, cutting away the layers of self‑deception I had built up over decades. “Lord,” I finally whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re right about everything. I have no excuses. I deserve that place. I deserve that eternal torment.”

“Yes,” He said with an honesty that shattered me. “You deserve it. Everyone deserves it. But my grace isn’t based on what you deserve, but on what I offer. The cry that came from your heart in that moment of utter despair was the first genuine moment of faith you had ever had. It wasn’t the prayer of a pastor trying to impress. It was the cry of a broken soul, acknowledging its absolute need for salvation.”

He looked at me with an intensity that seemed to pierce through time. “I’m going to give you something you don’t deserve—another chance. But it won’t be easy. You will return to your body. You will return to life. But when you do, you will have a mission you cannot ignore. You must tell what you saw. You must warn other pastors, other leaders, other believers who live in hypocrisy. You must expose the truth about hell, about the judgment, about the reality of the condemnation that awaits those who use my name for their own purposes.”

“Many will not believe you,” He continued. “They will say you are crazy, that it was a hallucination, that you blaspheme by suggesting that famous pastors are in hell. Your reputation will be destroyed. You will lose friends, position, influence. But if you have truly changed, if you have truly seen the truth, then none of that will matter more than warning the souls who still have time.”

I nodded vigorously, weeping. “I will do whatever it takes, Lord. Whatever it takes.” Jesus reached out and touched my forehead. I felt a fire that did not burn, but that transformed—cleansing, purifying, rearranging something fundamental within me.

“Remember this when you return. The ministry is not about you. It never was. It never will be. It is about me. About my message. About the souls who need real salvation, not religious entertainment.” “And one more thing,” He said with absolute seriousness. “When you tell this story, when you warn about what you saw, some will genuinely repent, but others will be enraged. They will protect their hypocrisy more fervently than ever. Don’t stop. Keep going, because every soul awakened by your testimony will be worth all the rejection you will face.”

Before I could answer, I felt a violent tug as if thousands of wires were dragging me back. The light began to fade. I saw Jesus walking away—or rather, I was walking away from Him. And then everything went black.

I woke up screaming. I was in a hospital bed surrounded by machines that were beeping frantically. Doctors and nurses rushed toward me. I heard someone shout, “He’s alive. His heart is beating.” My wife appeared beside me, weeping, clutching my hand. “You were dead for 18 minutes.” “I’m sorry,” they declared. “You died. We don’t understand how, but you did.”

For the next few days, as my body recovered, my soul wrestled with the weight of what I had seen. When I was finally able to speak coherently, I told my story—first to my family, then to my church, then to the world.

The reaction was exactly what Jesus had predicted. Some wept and repented. Others called me a heretic, a lunatic, a false prophet. I lost my position in the church. I was kicked off conferences. Friends of decades turned their backs on me. But I didn’t stop, because I saw over 300 famous pastors in hell. I saw their torments, heard their screams, knew their secret sins, and understood that if I remained silent to protect my reputation, I would be complicit in the destruction of more souls. So today, I tell you this with tears in my eyes and fire in my heart:

It doesn’t matter who you are, what position you hold, how many sermons you’ve preached, or how many people call you anointed. If your heart is living in hypocrisy, if you’re using God’s name to build your own kingdom, if you’re preaching holiness while cultivating secret sin, you are walking toward eternal damnation. Hell is real. Judgment is real. And God is not mocked. You can deceive the multitudes, but you cannot deceive Him. Repent now while you still have time. Break free from hypocrisy. Live the truth you preach. Because one day, when your heart stops beating, there will be no second chance.

Thank you for listening. A final say… for speaking the truth is better than being complicit in the lies that lead souls to eternal destruction. May God examine them. May God transform them. And may God have mercy on us all.

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Vision: Woe To Those Who Teach ‘There Is No Hell’

 

Hell Is Real.

Woe To Pastors/Those Who Teach ‘There Is No Hell.’

I was in God’s temple having my God time or just be, time. I walked in through the opened giant wooden doors where brilliant light poured out. But while I walked, the light was veiled so I could actually see. (I believe God protects my eyes from His Shekinah glory light or I wouldn’t be able to see anything) I was able to vaguely see the tall temple columns on either side of the temple and the steps that are always in front that lead to where God is Present. 

I watched myself walk up the stairs and bow down. It seems I am always on the right hand side of where God is or my left. I can only see part of his toes today. As I was bowing, I noticed angel Ariel approaching me. He bowed before the Lord God with me on my right. After a few minutes, I heard God say, “Go with My angel.” Ariel stood up. I noticed his wings again. They are so beautiful; so white and feathered like eagles- they are perfectly aligned in rows. And when he stands, the tops of them are higher than his head. He had a gold sash over his white robe and on his feet were sandals. He offered me his hand to help me up and we walked across the area in front of where God sits but He is almost all hidden in bright light. I got to the end where often there’s an edge and I usually can see the earth from there, but this time my perspective was different. I was looking at the vision, seeing me from a distance away much like a panoramic view. 

The view was of a black cliff where angel Ariel and I were standing way up high on the edge of it on my left. The angel and I were quite small in this perspective. The cliff dropped straight down into an area below where I saw flames rising. On the other side of the cliff was a black mountain. From below, there were black jagged rocks spiking upward and in between these jagged spikes of rock were the flames of fire. I recognized this area! Then I saw satan below in the foreground but only chest up and in the form that I have previously seen him in another vision when he was thrown into the lake of fire by a mighty angel. (vision #185) He was not a dragon so much but this time a large grotesque demonic form with horns and was howling like an animal- much like he was in vision #185. (the other vision of satan thrown into hell is #196) Then I heard a loud wailing and crying- an overwhelming mass surround-sound of it. It was horrendous. I didn’t see any souls but I heard them. It’s like something out of a nightmare. It was so sad and difficult to listen to.  I was grateful I only heard it for a few seconds. Oh my.

And I heard God speak, “Woe to those who do not believe that hell is real! Do not be deceived! My Word is truth. For those who teach contrary to My word will be judged more harshly. And if they lead their flocks to unbelief it would be better for them that they had not been born! I will have no mercy for them on the Day of Judgment. Repent of this false doctrine and return to Me. When I return, I will come to judge and not to save.”  

  • Rev 20:10 Then the devil, the one who was deceiving them, was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. See Rev 20:13-15, Rev 19:20 Rev 14:9-11 also Isa 30:33, Matt 24:51 Matt 25:41, John 15:6 Mark 9: 48  and more.
  • Rev 21:8 “But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars- they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.”
  • Rev 22:18 “I warn everyone who hears the Words of the prophecy of this scroll: if anyone adds anything to them, God will add to that person the plagues described in this scroll. And if anyone takes words away from this scroll of prophecy, God will take away from that person any share in the tree of life and in the Holy City which are described in this scroll.”
  • Matt 18:6 “If anyone causes one of these little ones- those who believe in Me- to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”
  • John 17:17 “Sanctify them by the truth. Your Word is truth.”
  • James 3:1 “Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow Believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.”
  • John 12:47-48 “If anyone hears My Words and does not keep them, I do not judge him; for I did not come to judge the world but to save the world. The One who rejects Me and does not receive My Words has a judge; the Word that I have spoken will judge him on the last day.”
  • Rom 16:17 “I urge you, brothers and sisters, to watch out for those who cause divisions and put obstacles in your way that are contrary to the teaching you have learned.”
  • Col 2:8 “See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and empty philosophy which depends on human tradition and the elemental spiritual forces of this world rather than on Christ.”
  • 2 Tim 3:5 ”…having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.”

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Miguel Dominguez a Jehovah Witness Raptured to Hell

This testimony describes revelations of hell, deception, and the need for true salvation. The speaker saw people condemned for blaspheming the Holy Spirit, attributing false prophets’ works to Him, and for selling God’s Word for profit. They witnessed how demons deceive people with material possessions to destroy their souls, including a cousin delivered from witchcraft after intercession and conversion to Christ. The testimony emphasizes that church membership, titles, or ministries cannot save a soul—only being born again through the Spirit brings salvation and assurance of eternal life. The speaker also recounts a prophetic vision of a church’s downfall after its pastor fell into greed and compromise, confirming the danger of corruption in leadership. Ultimately, the testimony calls believers to holiness, repentance, and faithfulness to God’s truth, warning against false teachings and urging the restoration of the true Gospel of Jesus Christ.

MIGUEL DOMINGUEZ OF POTOSÍ, BOLIVIA 

A FORMER JEHOVAH WITNESS RAPTURED TO HELL 

The year 2010.

I am a former member of the Jehovah's Witnesses. As a teenager, I was part of this sect and believed it was the way of truth. I persecuted the Christians and ridiculed their Jesus. I did not believe that Jesus saved and called the evangelical churches false. I started to hate Christians.

Until one day I began to debate with a Christian boy who spoke of the divinity of Jesus. Even with all my studies of the doctrine of Jehovah's Witness, I could not refute what the boy said. And about hell, I told him so much that it did not exist. The boy spoke of Bible verses that I could tell that he was not lying.

Even though I considered his church to be false, he cast me into doubt about my doctrine. I began to discredit the doctrines of the JW when he proved me wrong. I ceased to be a part of Jehovah's Witnesses because of this. But the evangelical church that I had believed earlier to be false, I also did not congregate with them. Jehovah's Witnesses had put in my mind that Christianity is a false religion.

A DIVINE DREAM AND THE CALL OF JESUS

I wanted an answer from Jehovah and began to pray every night asking for a light that would open my understanding. And when I went to sleep a Man appeared in my dreams.

He said, "I am Jesus, your Savior, believe in Me. What Christians say about Me is the truth. I am not a prophet alone, I am the Divinity who incarnated in the human race to save mankind. I have work in your life. No one goes to the Father except by Me. From today I will guide you on My way. You will not be deceived and the signal that I will give you that this dream is real will be a rapture. Just pray for six months and you'll see My power working in your life."

I woke up from this dream in wonder and began to pray to Jesus for the first time. I always spoke the name of Jehovah and never of Jesus.

BEGINNING A NEW WALK

I began to congregate in a simple church and pray. My pastor was a serious and faithful man who helped me in the knowledge. I was praying every day after I had that revealed dream. I had already prayed for more than six months and read the Word of God. I received the gifts of healing, revelation, and prophecy.

A beautiful woman who was not a Christian began to like me. I did not resist and I started dating her. In the church where I congregated there were single women of God. I did the same as Samson by choosing a woman who was not a daughter of God. The beauty of this woman far exceeded the beauty of any ladies in the church.

The heart of man is vain when it comes to choosing a woman. Man always desires the most beautiful woman of appearance. And so I deceived myself through her beauty and fell into lust and fornication like David.

Solomon also had problems with women. This girl destroyed my ministry. I lost my gifts when I was dating her. I was so in love that I stopped praying to spend all day together with her. I began to lose interest in attending church and I went out with her to the mall.

She approached me and seduced me until I succumbed to her charms. This girl had promised that she would walk with me to church every day and did not keep her word. She was taking me to other places always when it was time for church services to begin, so I started to miss all the services.

Young people, wait on God, do not rush, resist your flesh. Young girls and boys must be careful about offers coming from the opposite sex.

A WARNING ABOUT DECEPTION

I remember when I was standing in the presence of God, Jesus told me that there was a non-Christian boy who was pursuing a girl in my church. He was sent by Satan to destroy that girl's faith. I gave the revelation to the young woman. Three months passed and the girl forgot about the revelation. Satan sent a handsome young man who seduced her. The girl turned away from God and became pregnant. The boy did not take care of his son and left her. The girl became a single mother and found herself out of the way of God.

I too had fallen in the faith, for the fall of this girl was no lesson to me. I was involved with my girlfriend and I started having sex with her. My pastor did not know I was fornicating. He gave me the opportunity to preach the Word. I partook of the holy supper without any concern, thinking that everything was normal.

A DEMONIC ENCOUNTER

Until in a prayer service, the pastor encouraged everyone to seek the presence of the Holy Spirit. I prayed to God for the presence of the Holy Spirit. I began to feel a strong spiritual presence and I spoke in tongues. When I looked at my side, I saw a blackbird looking like a crow. It was not the dove but a blackbird that made me feel that presence.

I came home very scared of what happened to me. A demon appeared in my room at night. He mocked me and said, "How did it feel to have felt my presence in that service?"

I shuddered and tried to drive that demon out but I had no authority. That demon called me a fornicator and tormented me all night. I spent the night in mental anguish and when the day dawned I called my pastor and said that a demon tormented me.

The Holy Spirit used the mouth of my shepherd and said, "Thus saith the Lord, that night which thou spoke in tongues, it was not I but it was a devil that used him. That presence you felt? It was not Mine."

REBUKE AND REPENTANCE

I was worried and began to repent after I was rebuked by the Holy Spirit. He said, "You live with this woman and have sex with her. This girl is responsible for your spiritual failure. She was used by the demons to overthrow your ministry. The demons possessed her life to reach you through your sentimental life. Satan chose a beautiful girl to destroy you. He always comes with something wonderful and seductive and his proposals are hard to resist. Even the gifts I gave you, I have taken from you, for there is no holiness in your life to use you. My presence has moved away from you."

That message of rebuke was true. I was no longer used in the gifts I had received. That day I took an attitude of changing my life and getting out of fornication.

A SUPERNATURAL VISION

My girlfriend was at my house. She took off her clothes and laid naked in front of me. I watched as her face transfigured to the face of a demon. I had my spiritual vision open and I was seeing the supernatural. Worms began to come out of her body.

One voice said, "Her sins stink so much and they are rotten that they have become worms. These worms are devouring all the few good qualities that she had. And you will descend further into moral decay. You are diminishing your good behavior to the point where your personality becomes disqualified as you abide in your sins."

God allowed me to see this to have the courage to end that diabolical relationship. The worms would leave her body and I could smell the rotten smell of sin. Jesus said, "That's how you smell sin."

She was beautiful carnally but spiritually she looked like a corpse being eaten by worms. In the vision, her face began to disfigure, her flesh was falling into pieces leaving only the skeleton.

I was afraid of her. She did not understand because I did not want to have relations with her. She was naked in front of me but I ran because of the visions. The legions of demons that indwelt her gave a sinister laugh.

The next day I asked her to visit my church. She refused. I ended the relationship with her and went back to dedicating myself to the work of God. God prepared a servant of God and a few months later we were married. But I no longer had the gifts and wanted to be used as before. I prayed every day for my gifts back, for I was truly sorry.

BROADWAY TO HELL

I went to sleep after the prayer. An angel awoke me at dawn and began to make me see visions. I saw a wide path full of precious stones and at the end of that path there was a great abyss of fire. I saw the pastor who is my neighbor. I'm not part of his flock. I saw a crowd of people walking the wide path of precious stones. The shepherd was in front of this people but he did not know that at the end of that road there was an abyss of fire. He led the people thinking that this was the right way.

One voice said, "This path full of precious stones is the gospel of money that leads to well-being to all who seek it."

In the vision, I walked against the people. They were by the left of the road and I was by the right. I walked down a desert path with no precious stones and no beauty.

One voice said, "You are on the right path, this is My way. This path is simple and no one gives credit. They continued to follow as people who were mesmerized by the beauty of the road."

The voice said, "Precious stones means the beauty of the world which are the addictions to prostitution, money and material possessions of that path that are perishable."

I saw a sister of God's congregation signing up for an online site for adulterous friendships and relationships. This woman is my neighbor, she made a date with this man and betrayed her husband who is the deacon of the church. This woman preached in the church and made several campaigns that the fire would fall from heaven on unrepentant sinners. She dressed well and covered her body with holy robes but she lived a pretentious and outward Christian life. I saw her walking down the dark path and approaching the abyss of fire.

Jesus said, "Death is coming for her as her sin is pushing her to her death. This woman says that her husband does not love her and that he does not satisfy her but she is possessed by the demon of adultery and she does not know that. When you return to earth, tell her to repent and treat her husband well before she comes to death and be charged and judged for her sins."

I saw a young maiden who is part of her church's praise group. She is from the Baptist church and was working as a call girl. She always spoke to her pastor who worked as a store clerk and always gives the big tithe to the church. She earns a lot of money in prostitution by selling her expensive body, so the tithe is great and pleases her pastor. Her pastor does not know that she sells her body and that should be the temple of the Holy Spirit.

Several of the church boys were interested in her and even asked to marry her but she refused because she was satisfied with her job.

Jesus said, "She does not want to get married because she is possessed by a legion of prostitution demons that does not let anyone love her. She cannot stay with just one man and get married, preferring several men a night. I do not accept her tithe of prostitution. This money is earned by sin that is destroying her. When you return, tell her to repent, for it will be hard for this young woman if she continues to scandalize My Word."

The girl also walked along this path of destruction.

Jesus said, "Your church will soon be walking along this wide road."

COUNCIL OF DEMONS OF SEDUCTION

After that vision, I went down to hell. I saw a multitude of female demons of seduction. They were beautiful women demons living in models, beauty queens, and prostitutes. These demons were meeting in hell. They were saying they would possess the city's most beautiful women to destroy ministries. The purpose of these demons is to make missionaries, pastors, deacons, and evangelists fall from the faith.

I heard these demons saying they're going to use women inside companies to seduce Christians on the job. I heard one of those demons say that he's going to send many beautiful women into the churches with the goal of seducing the members. These women will be sent to the church not to be members of the congregation but to make the young singles fall into fornication. I saw one of those demons say they're going to destroy marriages. He will make the married men look at another woman and desire to the point of exchanging his wife for another more beautiful woman.

From hell, I got to see these demons of sentimental prostitution acting on earth. I saw one of those demons possessing a man to seduce a servant of God. This demon was very attractive who had possessed the man. I saw legions of demons entering computers, cell phones, tablets and social networks.

Jesus said, "The traps are within social networks, there is the bait for sin. Women who were possessed by these demons put their profiles on social networks. They were ready to destroy conjugal lives only by pleasures."

These demons of seduction are also those of divorce. Just click on a social network page and the demons of seduction will start working.

I saw clothes produced in hell such as bikinis, thongs and very thin and transparent panties that are worn over the intimate parts of women. After I saw these things, I always tell the church not to wear these garments under their clothes. My wife wears decent underwear underneath loose clothing. For wearing scandalous underwear, even being under a dress, such underwear can appear to the outward gaze. These undergarments are sinful to a woman who wants to live a holy life.

I saw many Christians in hell because of these demons of seduction. Most Christians had their marriages destroyed because of these demons. They married the second time and fell into the sin of adultery. They failed to obey the holiness of marriage that is in the Bible. Hell is not a joke. It is full of Christians who treat the scriptures like any book.

They think that if they do not live that little part of the Bible, they will not lose their salvation and God will not charge them. Since the commandment or doctrine is in the New Testament it is mandatory to follow it. We will be charged for not following what the doctrine of grace commands.

BIBLICAL WARNINGS ABOUT SEXUAL SINS:

  • 1 Corinthians 6:9–10 – "Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God."
  • 1 Corinthians 6:13 – "Meats for the belly, and the belly for meats: but God shall destroy both it and them. Now the body is not for fornication, but for the Lord; and the Lord for the body."
  • 1 Corinthians 6:18–19 – "Run from sexual sin! No other sin so clearly affects the body as this one does. For sexual immorality is a sin against your own body. Don't you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself."
  • 1 Corinthians 7:2 – "But because of the temptation to sexual immorality, each man should have his own wife and each woman her own husband."
  • Ephesians 5:3 – "But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints"
  • 1 Thessalonians 4:3–4 – "God's will is for you to be holy, so stay away from all sexual sin. Then each of you will control his own body and live in holiness and honor."
  • Matthew 15:19 – "For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies …"
  • Matthew 19:9 – "And I say unto you, Whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery."
  • Jude 1:4 – "I say this because some ungodly people have wormed their way into your churches, saying that God's marvelous grace allows us to live immoral lives. The condemnation of such people was recorded long ago, for they have denied our only Master and Lord, Jesus Christ."
  • 1 John 2:3–4 – "And we can be sure that we know him if we obey his commandments. If someone claims, 'I know God,' but doesn't obey God's commandments, that person is a liar and is not living in the truth."

PERSONAL CONFESSION AND REPENTANCE

I remembered that even married to my wife I could not resist a woman in sexy clothes. My heart burned with lust seeing women in skirts walking on the street. I kept looking and wishing for the sensuality of these marriage-destroying women. I have committed adultery with my eyes and betrayed my wife even without being in the physical act of fornication. I repented at that moment and asked the Lord's forgiveness and I will never look at anything sinful again.

In hell, I realized what did not allow me to grow spiritually despite my praying very much. I never had the strength to overcome my flesh and the anointing of God was never poured into my life. It was because of the television I had. I watched many violent movies and in the vision I had of television in hell, I saw a million blood-sucking demons like those blood-sucking leeches. They sucked my spiritual life and took my strength when watching television. These bloodthirsty demons live inside televisions.

MARTIN LUTHER KING IN HELL

I saw Pastor Martin Luther King in Hell. This Baptist man is a Freemason. He was an activist of Freemasonry who fought for Masonic rights. What was revealed to me about his life in hell? This man fornicated with several women and became intoxicated with sex and power. His gospel was more philosophical than Christian. He was addicted to prostitution and never advocated the cause of the Gospel but he fought for the Masonic cause. The Freemasonry that he was involved with also defended the racist cause but this was to get support from the black population to take power. This Freemasonry wanted its members to come into power using the black population of the United States and to get their ideas popularized, but they never cared about these people.

Martin Luther King was also deceived by the same Freemason Lodge that he worked for and was used by them to defend the blacks at the time. But Freemasonry itself ordered him killed so that this man did not discover that the Masons were only deceiving the black population about their rights. Most of these Freemasons congregated in the Baptist church where Martin was a pastor to watch his steps to see if he would reveal the secrets of the Masonic brotherhood or whatever was revealed in their secret meetings.

I saw a demon tormenting this man in hell and mocked him by saying, "It was I who used that man to take your life. I went into him and made him shoot you to death."

[Martin Luther King Jr., an American clergyman, and civil rights leader, was shot at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee, on April 4, 1968. King was rushed to St. Joseph's Hospital, and was pronounced dead at 7:05 p.m.]

PRINCIPALITIES OF FALSE RELIGIONS IN HELL

I saw in hell several principalities. The greatest demons I saw in hell could take me by the hand and crush me if God permitted.

I saw the principality of false Christianity being preached today. He was happy and before him, millions of souls bowed in pain and suffering. These people are all pastors, bishops, reverends, apostles, elders, evangelists, missionaries, and all peoples who lived this false gospel full of lies and without renunciation.

On the other side, I saw the principality of Catholicism and Catholics were forced to worship that demon in great pain.

I saw the principality of Hinduism and several people suffering in pains worshiping him there.

I saw the principality of Buddhism and before him, several people worshiping and suffering eternal punishments.

I saw the principality of Kardecist spiritualism and Allan Kardec with multitudes of people worshiping that demon. The principality scoffed at Allan Kardec and said, "I have used and inspired you to produce doctrines of deception. Thanks to you, I have gained all those souls who believe in your lies." The principality threw Allan Kardec over the multitude of souls being punished and those people began to tread on this man with much hatred. Others would bite and beat him.

I saw the principality of African spiritualism which is witchcraft, it also has many souls in its power which has been won.

I saw the principality of the Jehovah's Witness who also has a barn of souls just for him. These souls burned within that besieged abyss and the demons exalted themselves saying, "They believed in our false teachings now they will burn forever. They should never have believed in our false teachings if they didn't want to come here."

I saw the principality of Judaism tormenting a multitude of Jews in a valley. He said, "You did not believe in Jesus and you rejected Him and did not accept the grace to live by faith. You were still observing the law and you became a sect." The Pharisees, Sadducees, scribes, and lawyers were suffering in this valley.

And the last principality was of Seventh-day Adventism, and before him were multitudes of souls suffering and groaning in pain.

The principality laughed and said, "They are fools and foolishly believed in the lies that the apostle Paul fought so much in antiquity. How many times he said they are in grace and not in the law. So they became cursed and they all go with us to the lake of fires in the Last Judgment. We will not suffer alone in this lake. We blinded their minds to never believe in any other gospel other than our Adventist gospel." And that principality laughed and his laughter was sarcastic and frightening.

Jesus said, "I only show these principalities of the main religious currents. They have inspired and raised their leaders to spread their lies. Their leaders are the founders of these sects on earth and they were controlled by demons to serve as instruments of darkness."

PLASTIC SURGERIES

I saw people suffering in hell for the sin of undergoing plastic surgery like reduction of stomach, nose, face, ears, and others who introduced silicones in their bodies. First Corinthians 3:17 says, If any man destroys the temple of God, God shall destroy him; for the sanctuary of God is holy, which are ye.

BLASPHEMY OF THE HOLY SPIRIT

I saw many people in hell for blaspheming the Holy Spirit. The demons used the false prophets in the supernatural signs and the Christians said that it was the work of the Holy Spirit thus offending His sanctity. These people went to hell for saying that false prophets are being used by the Holy Spirit to heal and prophesy.

I saw people in hell for saying that Televangelist Kenneth Copeland was used by the Holy Spirit to prophesy healing and blessings. Jesus revealed to me that Pastor Max Lucado is a Freemason. Jesus showed several evangelical books in hell. Jesus said, "They sell My Word, they market what they say is My inspiration; if they belonged to Me they would not sell what is Mine. These books are the heritage that enabled them to accumulate their fortunes. In these books, lies were mixed with the truth to confuse My servants who like to read the Word."

DELIVERANCE OF COUSIN FROM WITCHCRAFT

I am going to speak about the great work that God has done in the life of my cousin Fernandes. My cousin Fernandes was a sorcerer because he was from that religion. I never approached him when I was a Jehovah's Witness. Everything he asked for the demons gave, like home, car and great job. My cousin never studied college to have a great job but by the fact that he served the demons he got all this without any professional qualification.

These demons that he called his guiding and protective spirits were all gathered in hell. I saw them in hell plotting to reap the lives of those who seek them. My cousin had statues of these devils in his house but their appearances are of men on earth. They are already in hell and are very ugly monsters. These demons were in a meeting talking about my cousin, they were fooling him. I saw a demon say he would fill my cousin with material possessions and arrest him in these things and so kill him. These demons were planning to kill him. They gave away material things to him as good things and then they planned to take away his soul, leaving behind all his money and material possessions on earth because he cannot take his wealth to hell.

After I returned to earth I interceded for his life. He had a statue of an angel which he called a spirit of light. When I interceded for God to open his eyes, a black and furry monster came out of the statue and he saw and ran from his house staying a month at my house. He got into a trauma and we prayed together and he converted to Jesus. How wise of God to use this strategy to make him see the monster coming out of the statue for his awakening. He broke all the statues of his house.

NEW BIRTH TO ESCAPE HELL

When I was a Jehovah's Witness, I did not believe in hell. Even after my conversion to the Christian faith, I had doubts about this place. I was a long time in the sect that did a great brainwashing in my mind. They managed to put in my mind that hell does not exist. I had trouble believing in hell. If it were not for this rapture, I would never believe in the existence of this place.

What can you say to the listeners? It is very easy to go to live in that place. Assembling in a ministry will not free your soul from that place. Being part of the church does very little to help you escape from that place. You may have the most important office of the church and that will not save your soul there either. You may be the most dedicated member of your church, it will not deliver your soul either.

What will save your soul is the new birth. You have to bury this old person and be reborn a totally different one. A new person must be born not of the flesh but of the spirit. A new person with a heart according to God's. A person who is turned to the things of God and is no longer attached to the world. When you detach yourself from the things of this world and begin to desire the things of heaven, it means that you have been born again. When you feel displeasure and desire to live in heaven, you are already on the right path. When you begin to feel disgusted with sin and no longer feel the desire to sin, I can say that your name is written in the Book of Life. If your flesh is dead to the world, nothing on earth will attract you and you are a saved person and be sure of that, for it is the truth.

PROPHECY OF FALL OF A CHURCH

A ball of light enveloped me in hell and brought me to my house. I believe it was the power of God. The voice that revealed to me that the world would enter my pastor's church echoed a warning in my heart. After this rapture, I told my pastor everything. He did not believe the revelation and said that his church was firm. He said the revelation I had is for the fallen churches and does not fit with his church. He believed that this vision of the world entering the church was for another church. At that point, he was right, for my vision did not match the reality of his church at that moment. All the members were praying and sanctified. I believed that the vision was future, God was warning my pastor so that the ministry would not fall. The pastor ignored this revelation and did not warn the people.

A year after this vision the church fell from the faith and everything was fulfilled just as the voice told me. The pastor was the first to fall from the faith and began using church money to buy a house and a car. He began to forbid me from preaching against sin. And I said I can only preach what God wants. He offered me money to preach his gospel. My pastor did not want his flock corrected. He noticed my serious way of behaving with the truth. I rejected his money not to preach what he wanted.

After I was caught up in hell and saw the torments, I would never do such a thing as to hinder the work of God. I will not be judged innocent if I became corrupted after what I have seen in hell. I left the ministry of my pastor for being forbidden to preach what God wanted. I asked for the blessing of my pastor to leave without any grudges. He said that I betrayed him and threw a curse at me. A few months without a ministry, I walked in several churches in search of a place to congregate.

All churches had their philosophical doctrines based on the theology of healing, financial blessings, and self-esteem. I could not stand these teachings and continued to visit these churches. I began to pray to God for a serious church.

Jesus said, "Servant, there are no serious churches in this place. You can start with a serious church in this place, take the initiative to restore the true Gospel in that place."

I talked to my wife and we opened a church that speaks of the truth that is denied in many ministries.

I close my testimony and may Jesus enlighten every life that hears me. Amen.