Oscar 3

This testimony is about the spiritual origins of various products and practices used in society. The author asserts that items such as contraceptives, cosmetics, soaps, lotions, wigs, artificial hair, jewelry, makeup, perfumes, nail products, and other forms of adornment are spiritually influenced by demonic powers and are used to weaken believers, hinder prayer, gather spiritual information, and draw people away from God. Throughout the narrative, he repeatedly warns Christians to exercise discernment, reject worldly adornment, seek holiness, pray over what they use, and avoid anything he believes is connected to occult influences. The central theme is a call for believers to pursue spiritual purity, dependence on God, and a prayerful lifestyle while being cautious about the products and practices they allow into their lives.

THE MARINE KINGDOM AND THE QUEEN OF THE COAST

Brother, in the aftermath of my wedding with the queen of the coast, I was put in charge of a massive kingdom underwater where I was ruling over Aquarius civilization and marine spirits. Many mermaids were under my authority for I was the king in that water city where water mermaids were under my service.

Our task on the surface of the Earth was to collect men’s sperm in hotels. Wherever people throw condoms, we were there. We were continually in search of condoms in order to collect men’s sperm. We were searching in the bin down beneath the pit in order to collect man's sperm. Many mermaids of the sea world sleep with men and their purpose is to wipe the men’s genitalia, collect the sperm and transport the sperm underwater.

Thus, after sleeping with men, these great ladies of the sea were collecting men sperm and descending underwater. I want to inform you God's children that the condom is an invention of the queen of the sea. Condoms are fabricated on the surface of the earth by the mystical craft. Condoms are demonic and God's children must not use them. They are the property of the enemy. It is forbidden to God's people to use condoms which is an invention of the queen of the sea. The great production of condoms is for the purpose of wasting men sperm. Condoms and women's pills were invented by the queen of the sea.

In the Bible, the Lord condemned Onan for wasting his sperm. Onan knew that the offspring would not belong to him. So whenever he would sleep with his brother's wife, he would spill his seed on the ground so that he would not produce offspring for his brother. What he did was evil in the sight of the Lord, so the Lord put him to death as well.

This is precisely the reason why the queen of the sea has designed condoms so that men will waste their sperm. It is forbidden by God and it is a form of masturbation. In the world that is beneath the sea, we were training pastors to come to the surface to encourage the use of condoms. Yet in the Bible, men and women of God like Abraham, Hannah, Zechariah had to pray in order to achieve pregnancy.

Wherever condoms were thrown, whether in the toilet, the pit and we were descending inside to collect them. Understand the power of the condoms and all the contraceptive methods were invented by the sea siren. These items allow the marine kingdom to recoup the sperm of men in order to design and made for hair and body.

When we were traveling beneath the sea with condoms, various kinds of mermaids, goddesses, and queens came to me to get these sperms in order to design products that will be sent to the surface of the earth.

ABORTIFACIENT PILLS

Moreover, the women pills were designed in the marine world, the pills function in a way that it was only after the man seed and the woman seed had mixed. The pills do not act before the meeting of men seed and women seed to prevent pregnancy but after. This means that the pill act after the meeting of men and women seed and the creation of the baby. In other words, the pill kills the baby just like an abortion.

We must understand that these pills are designed in the underwater and they are sent to be conceived in the surface. How many children are killed by pills and contraceptive? If you are using contraceptives these babies that you have killed are waiting for you.

Many married women are using the pill, even Christian women and they will be surprised by their condemnation at the gate of heaven. They will be shown the children killed through pills.

 ARTIFICAL PRODUCTS 

With men sperm the mermaids were designing many products like pomade (a greasy, waxy, or a water-based substance that is used to style hair. Pomade generally gives the user's hair a shiny and slick appearance.)

There is a pomade with a picture of a woman giving her back. That product is satanic for there are men sperm inside. Yet God's children are lacking discernment and they buy everything. Nevertheless, there are demons in these products that are designed with men sperm.

Whenever Christian women buy these products containing demons and bring them home, these products were flashing red light. This red light was drawing demons and Satanists to their house. I was descending in many houses through the red light that was signaling the presence of items of the devil in people’s houses. I was landing in people’s homes, thanks to products designed in the world of Satan.

Whenever I land in your house because of items that belong to us, I would start analyzing your ambition and aspiration in order to cause blockade and opposition. When you look at the cover of these products of the sea world, there are faces of women who are mermaids. There were demons in these products and items that were allowing us to come into the house and lives of women using them.

We were designing pomade such as that it became universal. This pomade is made thanks to human fat. The name of the brand is that of a water mermaid. There are also products such as Carol, Beauty Claire, Claire light, they are demonic. I would ask you, ladies, to use products that are local for global products are dedicated to demons. These products cause spiritual gifts of God's people to be turned off. These products cause God's children to become heavy in prayer and their prayers will be powerless and deprived of authority. For when you keep the items of the enemy you won't have power over him.

When you notice that your spiritual life is unstable, this is because of things that you are applying on yourself. The pomade that was made that you apply in your hair has the human blood of the innocent that is crying for vengeance, like the blood of Abel. In all the pomades that are made with human blood there is a voice crying vengeance.

SOAPS

In Ivory Coast, we use a popular soap that is made with human blood. It is called my soap. This is the soap of the water mermaid. Whenever people use this soap the voice of the victim will be shouting vengeance for it is made with human blood. The implication is that you become complicit with the killer because you are using the blood of the innocent.

In the aftermath of my wedding with the oceanic queen of the coast, she took me in a visit. We were supposed to tour her manufacturing industries and firms beneath the sea. Quickly I saw that all the industries of the marine kingdom have canals that were rising to the surface world. These canals were rising to the surface of the earth, and they were connected to many firms, plants and industries of the earth that are in covenant with the queen of the coast.

LIPSTICKS

On that day we visited all her plants and manufacturing industries. When we entered the first one of them, I saw a human heart that was pulverized. Then it was dried in fire. It was mixed with the fat of pork and women placenta in order to produce lipstick. Whenever women apply this lipstick in the spirit world, I saw that their lips became swollen and I saw that spiritual insects and mosquitos that were demons were attracted and they were licking their lips. Whenever a Christian lady apply this lipstick when she pray with lipstick in her mouth, in the spirit, her mouth would become smelly and there will be a stench. The angel would not approach when women color their lips with a lipstick, their lips would become swollen and bigger. Whenever you pray with lipstick on your lip, there is stench.

POWDER

When we got in another firm in the marine world, I saw a lot of human bones. In fact, we were going to mortuaries to get human bones and we were taking them beneath the water. I saw in this firm how they were designing baby powder and face powder with human bones that were ground to dust. Thanks to ignorance, people applied these powders to children because we are blind and we lack discernment.

HAIR LOTION

Then we went to another plant where I saw how mermaids were mixing a lot of things in order to come up with hair lotion. I saw a Nigerian corporate leader who managed a plant in Nigeria that design and plan for hair. There was a canal going from the marine kingdom rising to the surface of the earth to this company in Nigeria. All the people working there in that company were witches.

Many women claim they wanted to make their skin light, yet the skin they have come from God. They want to correct God, even God's children are bleaching. As a result, they come to church but they have backslid in the Spirit because there are demons inside these products that they are using. Their spiritual life is paralyzed.

MORE UNGODLY ATTACHMENTS 

One day in the marine kingdom, I went inside a canal that was rising to the surface world leading to firms and manufacturing industries of the earth. I entered one of the canals that went from the world beneath the sea to the surface of the earth. I traveled from the marine world to the surface of the earth through the canal and I found myself in the company of a Lebanese.

When he saw me he knew that I was a master and he saluted me. I said, “I am just inspecting.” I saw that artificial hair was sent from the world of mermaids to this company through this very canal that connect the world of sirens to this company of this Lebanese.

Employees were cutting these wigs and artificial hair and they were placing them in the boxes. There were also companies that had a statue of mermaid having long hair, they were cutting hair from the statue, and when they cut the hair from the statue, it was continually growing instantaneously in the same place. The hair of this statue never ceases to grow out again.

I saw another company where the board was doing prayer in front of their product. As a result, a Python was appearing and the Python was vomiting artificial hair and wigs to be sold worldwide. The snake was also vomiting hair of different colors. The demons in this colorful hair were more powerful.

There were also companies that were designing hair thanks to rubber. When hair was designed from rubber, I saw a car coming inside this firm. It was packed with Satanists. When they got in the firm I saw that they were doing prayer before this hair in order to consecrate them. When they were praying this hair was replaced by hair from the marine world. The original hair made from rubber was going down to the marine kingdom for they were replaced by hair of the water world.

Brother, all the photos of a woman on the cover of hair labels are mermaids of water like Lena. When you look at the photo of Lena you will see that her head is lifted up to space. This is because this mermaid in the name of Lena is an intercessor. In the marine kingdom, there are groups of mermaids that do prayer of incantation from 6am in the morning to 6pm in the night, They pray to the Queen of Heaven, the Goddess so that women would wear their artificial hair and makeup.

In spite of the fact that men of God are preaching against these products, these mermaids pray that women on the earth would be stubborn. They pray so that women would not listen to the warning of men of God so that they will continue to be attached to outward adornment. And because of the prayer of mermaids that are intercessors to the Queen of Heaven, women are still attached to these products. These ladies of war pray without ceasing so that women would continue to use makeup and wear wigs despite the preaching and denunciation of men of God. As a result, women of the earth have no strength to abandon makeup and outward adornment. Yet it is not possible to purify the property of the enemy.

In the world beneath the sea, we were training pastors and we were sending them to the surface to join churches and build churches. I remember when the Assemblies of God came to Ivory Coast they were not allowing women to wear wigs and makeup. It is when we send marine kingdom pastors on the earth to teach that it is okay for women to wear and use makeup that things changed. These pastors sent by the marine world managed to convince the evangelical world that it is okay for Christian women to wear wigs, makeup and jewelry. These satanic pastors have corrupted good pastors to accept these wigs, jewelry, and makeup. These pastors have no time to ask God about what is in the wigs.

Whenever there was intense prayer in the church I was entering in many churches thanks to artificial hair and wigs of women. Women were feeling like something was moving in their heads. After prayer, I would either remain with the lady and go with her to her home or leave her head in the street and return to my body.

Women wigs gave us power and legality. Demons and Satanists are able to enter the church through makeup products, the artificial hair and wigs. I saw the firm in the marine world where mermaids were coming to donate fashion clothes that they have used and where it was a place where ladies of the water world came to drop clothes that they have been wearing that they no longer needed.

Brothers and sisters, we were waging spiritual war against pastors that oppose makeup and wigs. This is the combat of the end time. The marine world would fight any pastors that preached against makeup and wig. Makeup and wigs enable us to attack the churches and to enter evangelical churches that were putting pressure on the world of Satan. And in churches where women have given up makeup, it was difficult for us to enter.

Back in the past, evangelicals were against outward adornment, but the marine world took measures and resolution to infiltrate them. As a result, a new opinion emerged and they were divided. Thanks to pastors of the marine kingdom there are evangelicals that allow makeup and there are still evangelicals that oppose makeup and they are conservative and they stay true to the doctrine of the Bible.

JEWELRY

Whenever the queen of the coast learned that a company on the earth has come up with new kinds of jewelry such as necklace, earrings, bracelets, she was issuing the order to the industrial complex of the marine kingdom to duplicate copies of the newly designed jewelry.

Whenever the jewelry were designed on the earth such as new earrings, necklaces and bracelets we were ordered to duplicate them in the marine kingdom. Once the marine kingdom industry have duplicated the original model of jewelry such as the rings, necklaces, and bracelets in the marine world, we were traveling to various stores on the surface of the earth in the night in order to replace the original jewelry with the ones that were designed in the industrial complex of the marine kingdom. Yet these earrings, necklaces, and bracelets designed in the marine kingdom in the manufacturing industry of the goddess of the sea are serpents, scorpions, millipedes. These are demons.

Whenever God's children buy these items and take them home, demons that are inside this jewelry would began to gather information about their project and ambition. Since these items of the enemy are flashing red light, we were able to descend in such a house and cause destruction.

Beloved, notice whenever Christian women wear artificial hair and the wig, these fake hair record whatever they are thinking in their head, and whatever is in their mind and memory is recorded in these wigs. Whatever they say in their house is recorded. The demon in the wig transmits the information he had gathered from the mind of women through the wig to the marine kingdom.

I remember I was leading a war against a lady that was opposed to makeup and wig. I sent her a carnal lady that was attached to outward adornment and makeup. This carnal lady was telling her Christian friend, “Since we are God’s children, we must adorn ourselves and be beautiful. We cannot be like that.”

But my target the spiritual lady was opposed to outward adornment until one day her carnal friend invited her to a party. On that day her friend insisted and pressured her to wear a necklace and ring that she gave her. As she continued to refuse, her carnal friend said, “Just wear it today for the party. You will remove it when the party is finished.”

In truth, the necklace that this Christian lady accepted to wear for the party was a snake. For the company were designing jewelry and chains on the earth, we were designing the same model which was snakes, millipedes, scorpions, and we were coming in the night in order to replace the original by the one designed in a marine kingdom which was a snake.

That lady receive a necklace that was a snake. When she wore these jewelry that were demons, these unclean spirits were spitting on her. The snake was destroying her Christian life. It was destroying her prayer life, her meditation, and attachment to the Lord.

One day, she prayed for the chain and right before her it turned to a snake and disappear. However, the prayer life of this woman was already destroyed and there was a celebration in the world of Satan for her prayer life was dead.

The aim of the devil is to keep women attached to makeup and jewelry till death in order to take their souls to hell. In order to keep women attached to these adornments, the queen of the coast have mermaids that are intercessors. They pray without ceasing to the Queen of Heaven.

EYE LASHES

Brother, in the world under the sea, the queen of the coast was designing the artificial eyelash thanks to hair of sea dragon in order to destroy the gift of vision, revelation, and discernment of God’s daughters who buy them. Whenever God's children use eyelashes, the gift of vision will be deactivated, they neutralize their spiritual view. The queen of the sea was also designing artificial hair. Thanks to artificial hair, the sea dragon was recording what was in the mind of God women.

ARTIFICIAL NAIL

The artificial nail was also designed by the sea goddess thanks to the nails of the sea dragon. The artificial nails can affect the gift of divine healing. Artificial nail makes it tough to hold the Bible for long when a woman On these nails, the spirit of the dragon will enter in her. The sea dragon will feed on her energy. This inner energy is called ether. It is the internal energy of man’s spirit.

ENERGY FROM SHOUTING

Whenever a goal is scored in a game when people shout with all their strength demons to come to collect the energy released. Often footballers sign covenant with demons. When they score a goal, people would scream. Demons will then collect the energy as a reward for these demons are the ones that sustain the footballer and the dragon is fed with these energies. Whenever a football game is playing, there are always demons assembled to collect energy and when a believer is watching a football he is under surveillance in order to check whether he is going to release the emotion of anger or pride. And we often shot believers with arrows in these moments of emotion and energy.

WAIST BEADS

I want to inform you that waist beads that African women wear on the hips are snakes and eggs of a snake. The one worn around the waists and hips by African women are snakes. I would like to ask ladies to pray and ask God to show them what is in these wigs and waist beads that you wear. The issue is that ladies have no time to pray for these things. You can take three days of fasting in order to know about these wigs and waist beads.

NAIL POLISH

In mortuaries, I was collecting parts of corpses. I mean, I was making the corpses sit on the belly and I was collecting their spit and they were taken on their water for the design of nail polish.

Women of God never took time to ask the Lord about what is in these products that they applied. They fail to ask God about what is inside these products like lipstick, pomade, and lotions. They don't have time for that. Yet these products destroy the spiritual and defensive weapons and paralyze their prayer life.

These nails polish and neutralize the sandals of the gospel of the believer. You no longer have authority in your feet to dominate demons and I was working with sea mermaids to design products. Since you don't have time to pray this product, they will neutralize your spiritual life and paralyze your ability to pray and to cast out devils for these are the properties of the devil because they are demons in these products and accessories.

HIGH HEELS

High heels allow us to remove the sandal of the gospel on the feet of the Christian lady.

PERFUME

Whenever God's children use perfume, the fragrance perforates their souls with injury. Spiritual mosquitos will come to suck these injuries so that they will not heal for them to reach the level of worms. They cause infection in the soul. All these things are adornments and false prophets will oppose true teaching and will try to convince God's children that it is okay to adorn oneself.

Annie Accusing Spirits and God's Judgments

This testimony centers on the Church to return to sound biblical doctrine, holiness, and separation from worldly practices. Supernatural experiences i.e. "road of the dead" where souls are examined after death, and accusing spirits present evidence of sins and disobedience committed during earthly life. Through various examples, the testimony emphasizes accountability before God, warning against hypocrisy, rebellion, occult involvement, dishonesty, sexual immorality, abortion, neglect of orphans and widows, drunkenness, and other sins. The overall message is a call for believers to repent, remain faithful to Christ, obey Scripture, live holy lives, stay committed to genuine Christian fellowship, and seek God's will rather than following worldly influences. The testimony concludes by urging people to pursue eternal life seriously, recognizing that every person will one day give an account before God for how they lived.

ACCUSING SPIRITS AND GOD'S JUDGMENTS IN THE AFTERLIFE

Welcome, God's children. I am Annie, a 62-year-old intercessor in our local church and I work in  women’s ministries. The Lord gave me the message of grace for my nation and bordering countries. I'm not a prophet,  but the Lord speaks to me in an audible voice all the time when He wants. 

When our Bishop was alive, the Lord Jesus came to me and gave me a message for him. The Lord  said that our church belonged to Him and that without sound doctrine and worship, the church was  dead. The Lord warned that the church was drifting away from apostolic and sound doctrine. He  asked me to tell the pastor to return to sound doctrine and biblical gospel. 

Quickly I went to try and see the pastor and I delivered to him the message. The latter said, "I would let you deliver the warning of the Lord to the congregation as His people  are no longer living in His standard.” But the bishop failed to do so. 

After his death, the Lord gave me a second message for the city of Bethel ministry, which is our  church. I was sleeping when I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “The foundation is wrong. It is  not right. Go tell pastor Moses that he should return the old foundation for I am not there.” 

I tried to talk to the pastor, but I was never able to meet him. I mean, I was not allowed, but I did what I was supposed to do. Our church has deviated from sound doctrine. Then the Lord Jesus sent me to preach the gospel all over the nation and in the bordering countries.  On that day, the Lord asked me to get a sheet of paper and He began to list a long number of villages and little cities over the country where I was to deliver the message He gave me. 

Brother, this experience was not in a dream. I was neither dead nor asleep nor having a dream or vision. In fact, on that day, I was sleeping on my bed. All of a sudden, I heard someone telling me, "Annie, wake up.” 

Actually, I felt like there were human hands that were pushing my body in order to wake me up.  When I woke, I could not see the Lord Jesus Himself. However, His presence was there. And He  spoke to me in an audible voice. When the Lord woke me up. He told me, "Annie, I don't want to give you this message in a dream or vision for you will not understand and no one will explain this message to you. I want you to be  awake. I want your intelligence to be active so that you can get the message very clearly.” 

I remember when the Lord woke me up, I was still lying on my bed in my room. Suddenly, I saw  that my bedroom was illuminated by an intense light, and I got scared for I never encountered this kind of light before. Out of fear, I closed my eyes and covered myself with my blanket. However, this great light was penetrating the cover and flashes of light were reaching my eyes  though I was covered. I was under the cover when I felt two hands pulling me up out of the cover. 

I could not see the Lord who made me sit down on my bed like a child. I mean, those hands made me sit precisely the way mothers would get their babies to sit when they are teaching them to sit by themselves. 

Quickly, I felt that the Lord was holding me on the hip. I wondered why. The Lord said, "I am doing this because I don't want you to run away when you see what I will  show you.”  The Lord asked me, "What are you seeing?” 

Quickly, I saw that the wall of my bedroom had turned into a huge screen. I did not see the Lord but I could hear His audible voice very clearly. When the wall of my bedroom turned into a screen, I  began to watch a scene of a mountainous region. In fact, I saw two hills separated by a road. 

When I looked at the hill, on my left side, I saw a group of people that were dressed in black. I  could not see their hands and their feet that were covered. They were dressed in hoodie clothes. 

When I looked at the hill on my right-hand side, I saw a group of people that were dressed in white and they had crowns on their heads. I was stunned by the brightness of their garments for I have  never seen this kind of white color on the earth. 

The Lord said, "The group of people you see that are dressed in black are giant spirits of Hell. They are the accusing spirits. Whenever My children fail to separate from the world, and when you are  keeping the property of the enemy, when death comes, your deeds will follow you and accusation  will rise from demons against you in the afterlife. This is the call for separation from the world and  the things of the world for whoever loved the world the love of the Father is not in him.” (1 John  2:15) 

The Lord said, "The people that are dressed in resplendent white on the right side are My angels that lead the overcomers to the place of rest of the paradise of God.” The Lord said, "The message that I am giving you is in the book of Revelation. I am coming soon and My rewards with Me. The sub point of this message is the journey between life and death.”

The Lord said, "I will show you the road of the dead for whenever a man dies on the earth, he is  gonna walk alone on this road. The deceased soul will go to his eternal destination, which is either to the abode of the dead or the place of rest. When a deceased soul is walking in the road of the  dead and does not encounter the accusation of the giant spirit, he will surely enter the place of rest,  for he has nothing that belongs to the enemy. He has lived a life of separation and exclusion from  the world, and My angel will take him to the paradise of God.” 

Brother, I was observing the way of the dead between the two hills when suddenly I saw our  national gospel singer Sister Mary. It was made known to me that she had led many souls to God  with her songs. She saved many souls with her songs. When she was walking in the road of the deads I saw the bright angels of God surrounding her in order to receive her. Quickly I saw the  angels of God and the singer Mary singing a popular song of worship of the singer brother Alain.  They were singing and dancing, moving towards the place of rest. They were dancing precisely the  way we dance. This song is sung in our country a lot. 

All of a sudden, I saw a giant spirit the accuser rushing down the hill to the road of the dead, where  the angels and Sister Mary were singing. They stood before the angels and they said, "This woman is not yours for she belongs to us.”  They began to accuse the gospel singer. At that moment I saw giant spirits coming up with artificial  hair. They came with eyelashes. They also came with artificial nails. This whole thing was like a  court of law. 

These demons accused Sister Mary of using these accessories during her life on the earth. They told God’s angels, “This singer used our property on the earth. She failed to separate from our  items.” 

Brother, I saw these giant spirits projecting the life of Sister Mary on a screen and they began to  accuse her. They said to the angels of God, “This servant had dark skin when she was faithful to God. But when she began to do our bidding, she bleached her skin in order to correct God who gave her dark skin.  She wanted light skin, therefore she went on to correct God.” 

The demon highlighted the hole in the ear of Sister Maria for earring and they said, "She would not  be able to return the flesh she has removed in order to use earring.” 1 Peter 3:3 Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold or  putting on fine apparel. 

But this lady has been trying to correct God. Then I observed the giant spirit coming up with lady  pants that the gospel singer was wearing on the earth and they began to accuse her of breaking the law according to what is written in Deuteronomy 22:5, A woman must not wear men's clothing nor  a man wear women's clothing for the Lord your God detests anyone who does this. 

When I watched the screen I saw ladies wearing miniskirts that expose their bodies. They wore  shorts. These skirts and pants were tight. The demon of hell said to God’s angels, “This is the fashion trend this singer was using.” 

These demons read the passage of the scripture in 1 Timothy 2:9, I also want the women to dress  modestly with decency and propriety adorning themselves not with elaborate hairstyles or gold or  pearls or expensive clothes. 

Finally, these unclean spirits asked the angels of the Lord, “Do you still think she is yours? We don't have any problem with you. We gave you one scripture after the other to prove that she has been  using our property. She failed to separate from the trend and fashion that belong to us.” 

The angels could not protest for the Bible was condemning Sister Mary. The angels handed the soul  of this gospel singer to the giant spirit of Hell. At that moment the Lord said to me, "My children are doing this because of the body member I  gave them. If I remove the hair from their head, they will struggle to use artificial hair. They will  struggle to use eyelash if I remove their natural eyelash, they will struggle to use artificial nail if I  remove the natural nails in their fingers.” 

The Lord said, "If any of My daughters want to enter the road of the paradise of God, she must keep My word, she must pay attention to My word. Otherwise, she will face accusations from unclean  spirits. Anyone using the property of the enemy will face the accusing spirits in the afterlife.” 

When the gospel singer went to the abode of the dead, I saw another scene on the screen. In fact, I  saw a man walking in this way of the deads. He was a pastor, and he was received by the angels. As they were walking on this road of the deads I saw a giant spirit landing before them. They told the angels of the Lord, “This soul belongs to us.” They pointed to two incisions on his body. They told the angels, “These tattoos and incision belong  to us.” Then they read God's Word in Leviticus 19 verse 28, which says, You shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor put any marks on you. I am the Lord. 

The Angel of Hell took this pastor to the place of torment. Then I saw another deceased soul walking the way of the dead. This was a lady who was an  intercessor and she was received by the angels of God. However, the giant demon began to accuse  her and claim her soul. They brought clothes that belonged to this intercessor.

They told the angels of God, “This lady is supposed to be yours, but she went to visit the place of a native doctor. On that day when she consulted the native doctor, she wore these particular clothes  that we have here in our deposition as the evidence for whenever God’s people attend native doctors and mystics, we keep the evidence. We keep the clothes they were wearing on that day as evidence  of a violation of God’s law. We even have the date this sister visited the mystic.” 

These demons went to read Leviticus 19:30-31, You must keep My Sabbath and have reverence for  My sanctuary. I am the Lord. You must not turn to mediums or spiritists. Do not seek them out, or  you will be defiled by them. I am the Lord your God.” 

The Lord said to me, "Tell My daughters, this is the end time This is night time. They must be  faithful to their assemblies. They must stop changing churches for many other churches that do not belong to Me. There are many satanic pastors initiating their members. I am the Giver of grace. I  give My people grace and ability so that they might serve the local church. Many are rebelling  against their pastors.” 

The Lord showed me a Bible with a wire. The Lord said, "The world is the believer, but the wire is  the preacher of the Bible, that is, the believers receive electric energy from the wire. Whenever  people leave the church, they are disconnected from the wire and they are cut off and they are  empty. When people leave the church, they go out empty. They joined false preachers who are in  agreement with demons. They can prophesy and it will come to pass. These predictions of false  prophets come to pass but they are not Mine. Many are following prophecies and they are joining  false prophets. They are being initiated.” 

The Lord said, "Tell My children to remain in their assembly. Tell them to walk in sanctification,  then they can ask Me whatever they want. I will reveal to them the mystery about their problems. If  they can seek Me I will talk to them directly, they would hear My voice, but many are wondering.  Hebrews 13 verse 17, Obey your leaders and submit to them, for they watch over your souls as  those who must give an account. Do not follow people rebelling against their pastors. There is a  curse on them.” 

Then a new scene appeared on the screen where I saw people arresting a thief. The Lord said, "This  thief will not reach the place of rest because his action is apparent. But there are people that are  thieves in terms of measure and accounting. They are dishonest. They are salesmen that want to  make more profit. As a result, they steal from their customers." 

Leviticus 19:36, You shall have honest scales, honest weights, an honest ephah, and an honest hin. I  am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt. Then a scene appeared on the screen. I saw a man that was beaten because of witchcraft. He has  killed many people. 

The Lord said, “Yes, he is a witch and he has killed people and he is going to the abode of the deads. But there are also witches that I want to show you for they killed people. These are people that are killing babies through abortion and contraception. They are witches, you don't know the  number of innocent children they have killed. I told humanity in Genesis to multiply themselves but not to kill by abortion and contraception.” 

“In Gen 38:8 And Judah said unto Onan, Go in unto thy brother's wife, and marry her, and raise up  seed to thy brother. 9 And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass when he  went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his  brother. 10 And the thing which he did displeased the LORD: wherefore He slew him also.” 

“Likewise, many men are ejaculating outside their wives.” The Lord said, “Go tell My people I am not happy about men ejaculating and spilling their seed  away from their wives’ bodies and I am not happy about abortion and contraceptive methods  including condoms. This is a crime.” 

Then the Lord said, “Let me show you how they are aborted.” I saw on the screen many babies with a lot of blood in their mouths. The Lord said, “The blood that you see is the blood that comes out of the mother when the mother  aborts the baby.” 

Then I saw another baby having medication in his mouth. The Lord said, “This happened in abortion when the mother takes medication to abort.” The Lord then showed me a baby holding a pill and contraception. The Lord said, “Whether the baby is killed from abortion or killed through contraception, we are  dealing with the same situation. Those who kill through abortion are not different from those who  kill through contraception. They are both murderers.” 

The Lord said, "Aborted babies are not different from babies that are victims of contraception. They are all human beings.” The Lord said, "The mathematics of children is in My hand. That is why I am angry against those  who are aborting and using contraceptive. If it were in the hand of the doctor there will not be  barren women for the doctor would have taken the baby from one womb and transfer them to  another.” 

The Lord Jesus said, "When men and women are married, I know in advance the number of the babies they would have, whether it is 5 or 10. You will tell Christian couples, if I have planned for  them to have 5 or 10 children, they must let My will be done. They must deliver the children that  they have planned for them. They should not use contraceptives to stop or control birth. They must  have normal sex without contraceptives and condoms, for I have planned in advance the number of 

children they are supposed to have. If they go on resorting to contraceptive in order to stop a child  that was to be born, this is a crime. These children dying as a result of contraceptives and condoms  are not different from aborted children because they were in My plan. I am the One in control of  birth. However, if My children don't want to have more babies, they should pray and ask Me. I will  hear their prayer and I will stop the formation of the baby and the pregnancy. They should not use  contraceptives and men must not ejaculate away from their wives like Onan. And they must not  resort to contraceptives and condoms in order to stop the pregnancy.” 

The Lord told me, “Warn ladies that those who abort will die in the process. This is the punishment I have to agree with. I will personally punish them. Warn women that use contraceptives that they  will suffer cancer. This will be My punishment.” 

Then a new scene was projected on the screen. And I saw a deceased woman walking in the way of  the deads. She was received by the angels of God. She was a deacon. But the giant spirit began to  abuse the deacon and they told the angels that she is a murderer. They said to God's angels, “We  have to take her away because of abortion. In fact, the woman died as a result of abortion. The baby she aborted was taken to heaven, but she  ended up to the abode of the dead. 

In the year 2014, the Lord sent me to a village where I brought His message against abortion and  contraception for the people were opposed to this message of the Lord. The local church pastor that  received me was scared for my security. He told me that the people of the village will assault me if I continue to preach against abortion and contraception again, for they were already offended. The  pastor was afraid and he hired a security officer to accompany me in the work of evangelism. 

I took my megaphone and began to deliver the message to the residents of this little village. When I  had left the city, many ladies went on to abort despite the warning of the Lord and they died. It was  the Lord’s punishment that I announced in that village. There were so many deaths that the villagers looked for me, but I was not there. When I returned to this village, I warned them again against  

abortion and contraception. 

I was watching this screen when the content changed. I saw abandoned children in the street, they  have become abandoned. The Lord said, "These children you see don't have mothers. It's when their fathers had divorced  their mothers, their problems began. And these fathers remarried other women. Most of these  stepmothers refused to accept and love these children. Many of these children are destroyed because of the abusive treatment they received in the homes of their parents. They became abandoned  children.” 

Then the Lord warned that ladies that lose their virginity would be attached to men who took away  their virginity, for there will be blood covenant and this is the cause of fornication. 

MARRIED WOMEN MUST BE OBEDIENT

The Lord then began to talk to me about the matrimonial bed. The Lord said, "Women who often refuse their husbands in bed are not entering the kingdom of  heaven. When you often refuse your man in bed, since he will not be able to bear this for long, he  will go out to sleep with other women. Many women are sending their husbands out to commit  fornication. They will not enter the kingdom of God.” 

The Lord said, "Men are fragile for they are made of dust. But women are not made from dust. They are made from men’s bone and men’s flesh, thus they are stronger than men. The role of women is  to sustain their family and to seek My face in order to save their family. But many of My servants  are falling because of their wives’ character.” 

Exodus 22:22 Ye shall not afflict any widow or fatherless child. The Lord wants to warn against people who would mistreat the orphan and people who plunder the  orphan. The Lord said, "I will punish men and women who dispossessed the orphan and these men would  die and their children will become orphans.” 

I saw this happening in my city. I remember a man of God who was a member of the army, and he  was also a commander. He was poisoned in this city. 

I said, "Lord, why did you let your servant die? Yet it is written that they will take poison and it  would not harm them.” 

The Lord said to me, "Annie, you have to shut up. You don't know what you are talking about. This man has stolen the money and goods of the orphans and the widows and has failed to confess.” I was quiet when I heard this. 

Then the Lord said to me, "Do you remember My servant, the gospel singer who died because of  poison? In truth, the poison could not kill him. He was poisoned many times. But he asked me for  rest. That is why I allowed him to die. Had he not asked me to die, I would not have allowed him to  die. He is now in the place of rest.” 

The Lord showed me a group of singers that was used by the government in order to poison this  singer and there was blood in their hands. I saw on this screen people carrying heavy barrels of beer. 

The Lord said, "These people are not passing to the place of rest because of beer. Hab 2:15 Woe to  him who gives his neighbor drink, pouring out your wineskin, and also making him drunk, that you  may look on their nakedness! Isa 5:11 Woe to those who rise up early in the morning to go after  strong drink; tarrying in the twilight while wine inflames them! 12 And the lyre, and the harp, the 

timbrel, and pipe, and wine, are at their feasts; but they do not regard the work of Jehovah. Yea,  they do not see the work of His hands.” 

The Lord said, "Tell the people that whoever wants to change let them change. Those who are not  actively seeking eternal life will not pass the road of the dead successfully.” 

DJ Songs in Hell

A successful DJ who lived for music and nightlife, describes a terrifying spiritual realm where songs were used as instruments of torment. She witnessed souls trapped in cycles of false joy, self‑made religion, abandoned faith, spiritual emptiness, and deceptive paths that seemed beautiful but led only to despair. Each song revealed a different lie she had embraced in life—false happiness, false spirituality, a world without God. and realized she had spent her life pulling people away from God. Her journey through these torments exposed the spiritual deception she once celebrated and the urgency of turning back to God before it is too late.

THE WARNING BEHIND MUSIC

Many people believe that music is just entertainment, but today's testimony will show you that there is a spiritual world hidden behind every beat. We're going to hear Leticia's story. She was a successful DJ. She lived at the peak of the party scene until her heart stopped on stage. What she experienced in the minutes she was dead is chilling. She didn't just see darkness. She heard 12 famous songs that we all know being used in a terrible way. And I'm giving you a warning. When she gets to song number seven, you'll understand why not every path that seems to lead to heaven ends in light. Prepare your heart. Because what you're about to hear isn't just a story. It's an urgent warning for your eternity. Here is Leticia's testimony:

Have you ever stopped to think about what you're really listening to? I was a DJ. I lived for music and I thought sound was just fun. But I died for a few minutes. And what I heard in the place of pain where I went changed my life forever. I listened to 12 famous songs down there. And number seven showed me that the path to heaven isn't what people sing about. Listen carefully because your soul might be in danger because of a chorus.

SPIRITUAL CONSEQUENCES 

You know that moment when you feel like you're on top of the world. That's how I felt. I was up there on stage. The neon lights hitting my face. Thousands of people jumping in front of me and the sound, that bass that you not only hear but feel vibrating inside your chest. I was the DJ. I was in charge of the energy that night.

But in a second, everything changed. What was a party turned into a nightmare I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Suddenly, there was no more music, no more light. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on the universe. My heart gave a jolt, a sharp pain that felt like a punch and I passed out, but I didn't wake up in the dark out of nowhere. I woke up falling, people. The feeling of falling with nothing to hold on to is the most desperate thing that exists.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. And the worst part wasn't the darkness. It was what I started hearing as I fell. It wasn't silence. It was a deafening noise, a mixture of screams of agony with a song I knew very well. But it wasn't the music the way you hear it on the radio. It was a rotten, distorted version. As if the sound were melting.

I fell into a place that looked like a garbage dump of souls. The ground was hot, a mixture of ash with something that looked like dried blood. The smell, my God, the smell was of burnt flesh and sewage. I looked at my hands and they were trembling. I tried to get up, but the weight of the air was so great that it felt like I was carrying a sack of cement on my back.

And that's when the first song really started playing, coming from all directions. It was the beat of Sweet Caroline. That song everyone sings at weddings, at graduation parties, clapping and smiling. But there, in that place, every time the chorus came and the people I saw wandering like zombies clapped, the sound was of bones breaking.

I looked at those people and their eyes were empty, filled with an endless sadness. They sang the words, but their mouths were torn. I realized that the music I loved so much, the music I used to entertain crowds, it was being used to torture those who had lost all hope.

HELL’S USE OF EARTHLY SONGS, A SOUNDTRACK OF "MY OWN DAMNATION"

I was in shock at how such cheerful music could sound so cursed. I realized that in hell there is no new music. They use what we like up here to laugh in our faces down there. Each musical note felt like a whip on my back.

I was a successful DJ, but there I was nothing more than a terrified soul. Listening to the soundtrack of my own damnation. I wanted to cover my ears, but the sound went straight into my mind. There was no escape. I was surrounded by a crowd of people who seemed to be in a trance, repeating those verses endlessly while being pushed by shadows so horrible I couldn't even describe them.

At that moment, it hit me. I was dead. And the place I went to had nothing to do with the eternal rest that movies show. It was a horror party where the music never stopped, but nobody was having fun. I started to cry, a dry cry, because not even tears came out anymore. I could only think about how I ended up here. I was just playing music. I wasn't a bad person, but the sound that followed would show me how wrong I was about what is good and what is evil.

The music began to change. The cheerful rhythm from before gave way to something slower, sadder, and I saw a huge giant door approaching. I knew that if I went through that door, there would be no turning back. And the sound coming from behind it made me tremble more than any cold I had ever felt in my life.

To understand how I ended up in that place, I need to tell you who I was before all this. I lived in Curitiba, a city I loved. And there I was known as DJ Leticia. You know that person who seems to have the perfect life. Well, that was me. I had the best contacts, played at the most expensive clubs, and was invited to the festivals everyone wanted to go to.

When I went up to the DJ booth, I felt like a goddess. Seriously. I looked down, saw the mass of people jumping, shouting my name, and I thought, I own this place. I control what they feel. But deep down, way down deep, there was a void that no electronic music beat could fill.

THE COST OF IGNORING GOD’S WARNINGS

I drank. I lived surrounded by people. But when I got home and the music turned off, the silence terrified me. And there was something that bothered me a lot. My mother. My mother is one of those prayerful women. You know, the kind of person whose knees are calloused from talking to God so much. She kept telling me, "Leticia, my daughter, be careful what you're feeding yourself. Music isn't just sound. It carries a spirit.

You're opening doors you don't know how to close." "I thought that was utter nonsense." I laughed in her face. I'd say, "Mom, stop with this fanaticism. It's just music. It's just art. People just want to have fun." I didn't understand that music is one of the most powerful languages of the spiritual world. I thought it was just it was a legitimate profession that gave me money and fame. I started getting more and more involved with sounds that had a strange energy. I was looking for beats that would induce a dance that would make people lose control of themselves.

I thought it was amazing to see people going wild on the dance floor without any sense of time or space. I didn't know it, but I was preparing the ground for what was to come. I started having nightmares. I started feeling presences in my room, but I thought it was just tiredness, overwork. I'd take an energy drink and keep going. The tension in my life started to increase a few months before the festival where everything happened. I felt heavy. You know, when you feel like something is watching you all the time. I felt that. I'd go into the studio to prepare my sets and sometimes I'd hear voices in the middle of the audio tracks I was editing. I'd stop, look around, and there was no one there. I thought I was going crazy, but in reality, it was the spiritual world trying to warn me. Or maybe the darkness was already reclaiming what they thought was theirs.

THE FESTIVAL THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

My mother, with that look that sees into your soul, grabbed me the day before I traveled to this festival and said, "La, I had a dream about you. You were in a very noisy place and couldn't get out. Please don't go." I was furious. I yelled at her. I told her she wanted to ruin my career with her church neurosis. I left home slamming the door. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see my mother's face before going through the worst moment of my existence.

I arrived at the festival with that I'm the best energy. The place was immense. The stage was a giant structure full of lights and special effects. I was in the main lineup, the prime time of the party. I was nervous, but it was a different kind of nervousness. My chest felt like it was going to explode. I felt pressure on the back of my neck, a weight on my shoulders. It felt like I was carrying the world on top of me. While I waited for my turn to go on, I looked at the other DJs and everything seemed strange. The lights seemed more aggressive. The colors seemed wrong. You know, when something looks beautiful that gives you the chills. That was it.

I started preparing my equipment, my hands sweating cold. I put on my headphones and the sound coming from there was a strange noise like thousands of people were whispering at the same time. I shook my head thinking it was technical interference. When I finally got on stage and dropped the first beat, the crowd went crazy, but to me the sound was coming out differently. I looked at the dance floor and didn't see happy people anymore. I saw shadows. I saw faces that transformed for a second and then returned to normal. Fear began to rise in my throat.

I tried to concentrate on the mix, but my heart started to skip a beat. Literally, I felt that every time the bass hit the speakers, my heart tried to keep up and didn't. I couldn't. It was as if the music was sucking the life out of me. I was there surrounded by thousands of people at the peak of what I thought was success, but I had never felt so alone and so in danger. I looked to the side to my assistant and tried to say that I wasn't okay. But my voice wouldn't come out.

THE TRAP OF A WORLD WITHOUT GOD

It was at that moment that I heard a laugh over the music. It wasn't a human laugh. It was something dark, something that came from within the sound, and the last thing I saw before falling on top of the controller was the stage clock stopping. Time stopped for me there. The neon glow went out and darkness swallowed me all at once. I didn't know that this was the beginning of my descent to the place where music is used for eternal torment.

I remember the sound of my face hitting the controller. You know that sound of plastic hitting metal? That was the last physical thing I felt for a second. The sound of the party was muffled, as if I were underwater. I tried to breathe, but it was as if the air had turned to lead. I wanted to ask for help. I wanted to scream for security, but my lungs wouldn't obey. I was lying there on top of the equipment I loved so much. And what I saw was panic starting to spread.

The people in front of the stage didn't understand at first. They thought it was part of the show that I was doing some kind of dramatic performance. They kept jumping, laughing with those drinks in their hands. But then the sound stopped completely. There was that sharp ear-piercing feedback noise and I felt a chill that started at the tips of my toes and went up to my neck. It wasn't the cold of an air conditioner. It was the cold of death. It was as if every drop of blood in my body was turning to ice.

Suddenly, I no longer felt the weight of my body. It was the strangest sensation of my life. I was floating. I looked down and saw a woman lying on the records with messy blonde hair and skin turning gray. It took me a few seconds to understand that was me. I was watching my own death from above. I saw the security guards jumping the fence. I saw my assistant BTO with his hands on his head, desperately screaming for a doctor. I tried to say, "Hey, I'm here. I'm okay." But nobody heard me. I reached out to touch Betto's shoulder, but my hand passed right through him as if I were made of smoke.

THE SHADOWS CAME FOR ME

That's when the real despair began. I wasn't in a place of light. I didn't see any tunnel. I didn't see deceased relatives coming to get me. What I saw was the festival environment changing color. Everything went dark, but a dirty, heavy darkness. I saw black figures emerging from the crowd. They were tall, faceless shadows walking among the young people who were still in shock. These shadows didn't seem to be there to help. They were laughing. I could hear the sound of their laughter. It was like metal dragging on concrete. They pointed at my body and then looked up to where I was floating. They knew I was there.

At that moment, the paramedics arrived. I saw them opening the door. They were pulling my shirt open, putting those shock devices on my chest. I heard the doctor yell, "Get away. Go." My body jerked. My back arched, but I didn't feel the shock. I only felt a downward pull. You know when you're in an elevator and it goes down too fast and you feel that cold feeling in your stomach. It was like that only a thousand times stronger.

I started screaming for God. For the first time in years I remembered that he existed. I kept saying, "God, help me. Bring me back. I don't want to die now. I have so much to do." But the sky seemed like bronze. No answer came. I looked up and only saw the dark ceiling of the pavilion. But now it seemed miles away, and the black figures began to approach me, floating in the air.

One of them, the tallest, came very close to my face. The smell coming from it was unbearable. It smelled like a dead animal that had been dead for many days. It had no eyes, but I felt it staring at me with a hatred I had never seen in any human being. It whispered in my ear, and its voice was as if several people were speaking at the same time. "You played for us your whole life. Now you're going to hear our playlist."

I felt a terror that froze my soul. I understood that the parties I threw, the lifestyle I led, all of that had connected me to those things. I thought I was in control of the situation, but I was just a piece in their game. I saw the doctors giving up. I saw them. They looked at the clock and noted the time of my death. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug my mother and ask for forgiveness for being so arrogant, for thinking I knew everything.

That's when the pavilion floor seemed to open up. It wasn't a physical hole. It was as if reality was tearing apart. I began to be sucked into that black hole. I tried to hold onto the stage beams, the speakers, but my hands wouldn't grip anything. I was pulled with violent force downwards, away from the lights, away from life, away from any chance of turning back.

As I fell, the noise of the festival was replaced by the sound of howling wind. But it wasn't storm wind. It was lamentations, voices crying for help.

THE PRISON OF SIN AND DESIRES

And in the midst of this chaos, a melody began to play very softly. But it grew louder. It was the introduction to a famous song, but the rhythm was dragging heavy as if it were being played on an old broken record player. There I understood that my journey into the dark was only beginning. The fall seemed to have no end finally, but suddenly my body stopped. I didn't hit anything solid. It was as if the air had become so dense that it held me, but not in a gentle way. It was as if I were buried alive in quicksand, only in the middle of nowhere.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, I wished I had never done it. What I saw wasn't nothingness. It was an immense place, a valley that seemed endless, but it wasn't open sky. The sky there was like the ceiling of an infinite cave, but made of a purple and gray smoke that moved all the time, as if it were alive and suffering. The ground, the ground was horrible. It looked like a mixture of rust, hot ashes, and something sticky that I'd rather not imagine what it was.

With each step I tried to take, my feet sank in and a heat rose that burned the soles of my boots, pierced the leather, and fried my skin. But what truly paralyzed me was the sound. As a DJ, I've spent my life studying frequencies, rhythms, and how sound propagates. There, the laws from physics didn't exist. The sound came from inside the earth, from the middle of the smoke, from inside my own head, and it was a noise of millions of voices crying but at a constant rhythm.

That's when I heard the song on track 12 of that cursed playlist. It started with that brass arrangement that everyone knows. You know that song that plays in stadiums at family parties that everyone sings along to while laughing. Sweet Caroline. My brain immediately froze. I thought it can't be. I'm in hell and Neil Diamond is playing. But as the music got louder, I realized the cruelty of that place. The music wasn't joyful there. It was used as a form of mockery.

I saw a crowd of people, thousands of them walking in circles. They looked like melting wax figures. And when it got to the chorus, where everyone usually claps, pa pa, the sound wasn't of clapping hands. Every time the rhythm called for clapping, dark figures, which looked like guards made of shadow, struck those people on the backs with heavy chains. The sound of the metal cutting through the dry flesh of those souls perfectly matched the rhythm of the clapping pa pa pa and people were forced to shout Caroline's name. But their cries were of an agony I can't even describe. It was a song about happiness being used to grind what was left of those souls.

THE WEIGHT OF GUILT AND TRUTH

I hid behind a rock that looked like a giant tooth sticking out of the ground. I was trembling, hugging my legs, trying to cover my ears. I thought, "This is a bad joke. God, why this music?" And that's when a voice as dry as old parchment whispered near me. "It seems light, doesn't it? It seems innocent, but how many times have you used this joy to distract people from the truth? Not everything that makes you smile comes from the light, Leticia."

I looked to the side and saw a man sitting on the ground. He wore clothes that seemed to have been elegant once, but now they were burnt drags. He had no eyelids, so his eyes were always open, dry, red. He explained to me that the song was played to remind people that they had chosen fleeting pleasures, empty parties, and plastic happiness. While ignoring eternity.

I began to understand what was happening in the world. We think things are neutral. We think it's just a song. But there I saw that the enemy uses beauty, rhythm, and nostalgia to create a smoke screen. The people there sang the song while crying because that melody brought back memories of when they were alive and had the chance to choose God, but they preferred to keep clapping for the world.

The atmosphere in that place was one of heavy despair. It's not like the sadness you feel here that you take medicine for or sleep over and it goes away. It's a despair that you feel will never in billions of years end. And the music on channel 12 kept repeating, repeating like a scratched record, hammering into the heads of those people that what seems light can be the current that pulls you to the bottom.

I tried to get up to run, but when I took the first step away from that rock, the ground trembled and the music changed. The cheerful and false rhythm of Sweet Caroline disappeared and gave way to something more dragging, more somber, a feeling that I was trying to reach something I would never reach. I looked up and saw immense iron gates covered in thorns, and I knew the next song was about to begin.

THE MOMENT OF REVELATION

I realized that each song there was a stage in a mental torture court, and I, who had spent my life making people dance, was now being forced to walk to the sound of my own condemnation. The fear was so intense that my soul felt like it was going to shatter, but I still had much to see and hear. I thought the worst was over with that macabre version of Sweet Caroline, but I was completely wrong.

In hell, suffering isn't a straight line. It gets heavier, denser, as if the air were trying to crush you from the inside out. I started walking towards those immense iron gates I had seen from afar. The sound of Sweet Caroline faded, but what came in its place was a thousand times more desperate. I heard a guitar, a sad dragging strumming that seemed to carry the weight of an entire cemetery. The introduction to Knocking on Heaven's Door.

Here in the world, we hear this song and find it profound, even somewhat relaxing, right? But there, my God, I saw hundreds of people with their hands raw and banging on those iron doors that had no handles. They were knocking so hard you could hear the sound of their finger bones cracking against the cold metal. And the music went knocking on heaven's door. They sang it crying with voices devoid of hope.

What I understood gave me a knot in my stomach. Those people had spent their whole lives knocking on the door of spiritual things, but in the wrong way.

They sought energies. They sought paths that seemed beautiful, but that didn't lead to God. They thought that at the moment of death, heaven would open the door just because they were good or spiritual people. But the door was locked from the inside. The master of that place laughed at them because they had been knocking on the wrong door their whole lives. It was the sound of a lost opportunity.

I tried to walk through that corridor of people. But the darkness things started to change. You know when you close your eyes and still see blurry shapes? The darkness there was different. It was solid. And that's when Painted started playing. At that moment, I saw something terrible. You know the colors of life, the blue of the sky, the green of the trees, the brightness of the sun. I saw those colors being ripped from the souls that were there.

The song was about wanting to paint everything black. And that's exactly what was happening. I saw people trying to remember the color of a child's face or the color of a flower. And that song seemed to erase their memories. Everything turned gray, then lean until it became an absolute black that felt like it would enter my eyes and blind my soul. It was a darkness whose weight you felt on your skin. It wasn't just a lack of light. It was the absence of God because God is light. You understand? Without him there is no color, there is no beauty. I felt such a deep sadness that it felt like my chest was going to tear open.

THE DECEPTION OF IDOLATRY

I was a DJ. I loved the colors of the neon lights. I loved the glow of the night and seeing all of it devoured by that infinite blackness was like losing my identity. And in the middle of that darkness, a very dry and repetitive electronic beat began to rise. It was Personal Jesus. That song hit me hard. I saw people who seemed to be praying, but they weren't praying to the true God. They were praying to images, to idols, to themselves.

The song spoke of a personal Jesus, someone you mold to your liking, who accepts your mistakes without asking for repentance, a God who fits in your pocket. I realized that many people are heading towards the abyss with the Bible under their arm, but following a God they themselves created. They created a Jesus who doesn't care about sin, a Jesus who is only love and zero justice. And there they realized that this invented one had no power to take anyone out of that place.

The master of lies loved that song because it deceives many good people, making them believe they are saved while they live as they please. I was exhausted. My soul ached. I fell to my knees on the ash‑covered ground. And at that moment the sound of a bass began to play. It was a melancholic melody—that of Losing My Religion. I saw people who had once been in church, people who knew the word of God, but who because of a disappointment, an unconfessed sin, or pure pride, had decided to abandon their religion.

They sang those lyrics as a cathartic outpouring from those who had given up. I heard their whispers. I tried, but it was too hard. God didn't hear me when I needed him. They threw away the only thing that could save their lives because they thought faith was a burden. Now they're in the dark. They saw that the burden of being without God was billions of times heavier.

The music hammered the guilt into their heads. You chose to leave. You chose to give up. I started screaming. Stop. Please stop that sound. But the music in hell doesn't stop. It's an eternal cycle of remembrance and pain. I felt that each of those songs was pulling me deeper, showing me that my life as a DJ wasn't all fun. I helped spread those messages. I helped create the atmosphere for people to feel comfortable in their distance from God.

The pressure was becoming unbearable. I felt that the next stop would be the deepest point of all. The air got so hot that I felt my lips crack. And that's when I heard the first chord of a guitar I'd known since childhood. The song that everyone says is the most beautiful of all time. The song I thought was the anthem of peace.

I looked ahead and saw a staircase. It shone with a false light, a light that didn't warm, and I knew with a terror that paralyzed my lungs, that I was about to hear song number seven, the song that deceived the whole world and almost sealed my fate forever.

MUSIC USED AS A SPIRITUAL GATEWAY TO AVOID GOD

I arrived at what seemed to be the center of that abyss. If the previous parts were bad, here the air was so heavy that I felt like I was breathing shards of glass. And it was there, right in front of me, that I saw the scene that had deceived me the most my entire life.

Before me rose an immense staircase. It shone with a golden light, a beautiful thing to see, which seemed totally out of place in that garbage dump of souls. And the sound—the sound was that iconic fingerpicking of Stairway to Heaven.

Man, I loved that song. I thought it was the anthem of transcendence, something that spoke of a higher spiritual path. But when I looked closely at what was happening on that staircase, my blood ran cold. I saw thousands of people trying to climb those steps. They were desperate, stretching out their hands, thinking they would finally escape that suffering and reach the light.

The music played softly, telling of a lady who believes that all that glitters is gold and that she is buying a stairway to heaven. But in hell the truth appears naked and raw. As people climbed, the golden steps transformed. What seemed like gold was in fact incandescent metal. I saw the feet of those people frying, the smoke rising, but they were so blinded by the melody that they kept trying to climb.

And worse, when they would reach a certain height, the ladder would simply end in emptiness. There was no door, no sky, nothing. They would fall straight into a sea of fire and brimstone that lay below, screaming in despair that the music could no longer drown out.

It was there that I understood the danger of that song. It preaches that you can buy or build your own path to heaven in your own way with your own wisdom. It makes the path to God seem mystical and poetic when in fact Jesus said that he is the only way.

That song is one of the greatest traps the enemy has ever set on the radio. It gives false hope, a spirituality without repentance, without a cross, and without surrender. I saw people who had spent their lives being mystical and spiritual, but who had never known the Savior, falling from that ladder like flies. The phrase hammered in my mind as I watched those falls. Not every path that seems to lead upwards ends in the light.

I cried seeing the deception of so many people who, like me, thought that lyric was profound. It was a depth that only led to the bottom of the pit. But the sound changed again. Stairway’s guitar was replaced by a soft piano, a calm melody that the whole world knows as the anthem of world peace. It was Imagine.

If you think this song is beautiful, you need to see how it feels in hell. The place where this music played was a gray valley where there was no sound of crying, only a hollow silence, an emptiness that seemed to suck the very soul. The lyrics say, “Imagine there's no heaven. Imagine there's no hell and no religion either.”

There I saw what happens when that wish comes true. I saw a huge group of people living as if God didn't exist. People who thought peace would come from a world without divine rules, without absolute truth. What I saw wasn't peace. It was absolute emptiness. Without God, there is no love. Without God, there is no purpose.

Those people wandered like empty shells, unable to feel anything. Not even hatred. It was a colorless, tasteless existence where they were forever trapped in the freedom they chose—the freedom to stay away from the Creator.

John Lennon sang about a world with nothing to kill or die for. But what I saw was a world where there was nothing to live for. The imagined hell is a celebration of human autonomy gone wrong. It's the place of those who said, “I don't need God. I am self-sufficient.” The result is eternal loneliness.

In the midst of a crowd, I saw people trying to embrace each other, but their bodies passed right by because there was no connection, no breath of life that only God gives. I realized that I, as a DJ, played Imagine at peace and love parties. I helped spread the idea that paradise is here and that God is an unnecessary accessory.

I felt a weight of guilt that felt like it would tear me in two. I was at the deepest point of my judgment. I saw the lie of a stairway to heaven and the horror of a world without God. I was lying on the ground feeling that there was no way out for me. I was part of it. I promoted that system of thought with my art and my rebellious life. I wasn't just a spectator. I was one of the architects of that noise that led people to death.

HOW MUSIC CAN LEAD PEOPLE TO HELL

I wanted to disappear. I wanted my existence to end right there so I wouldn't have to feel that guilt anymore. But in hell, you don't cease to exist. You just continue to feel the weight of your choices forever. I looked at my hands and they were turning gray like the hands of the people in the valley of Imagine. The emptiness was beginning to devour me.

I no longer had the strength to scream. I could only think of my mother's face and the God she spoke so much about. But would he hear me now? After I'd spent my whole life playing the enemy's music? I lay there on that ashen floor, feeling the emptiness of Imagine drying up my soul.

I thought it couldn't get any worse. But hell always has a deeper layer of pain. The silence was broken by a piano sound, but it wasn't calm like the previous one. It was a frantic sound full of tension. Bohemian Rhapsody began to play.

In the world, we find this music brilliant, a work of art. But there it was the soundtrack to mental confusion. I saw people running around covering their ears while overlapping voices screamed inside their heads. The music speaks of Galileo, Beelzebub, and a young man confessing to his mother, “Mom, I just killed a man. Life has barely begun and now I've thrown it all away.”

Those words hit me like hammer blows. I never pulled a trigger against anyone. But there in the spirit, I understood that I had quenched the thirst for God in many people. How many times have I seen young people at my parties in a trance, lost in drugs and casual sex? While I controlled the soundtrack, I threw my life away for the applause of people who didn't even know me.

I heard the lament of that music and felt that every word was about me. I was the poor boy that nobody loved, but not because I was a victim, but because I chose to be an orphan of God. The music changed rhythm, becoming operatic, mocking. I saw the shadows laughing in the faces of those souls, repeating, “He won't let you go.”

The despair of knowing you made the wrong choices and that the time to fix them is over is the worst torture there is. It's not the physical fire that burns the most. It's the fire of guilt that won't go out. I remembered every time my mother tried to take me to church and I joked. I remembered every Bible I saw and ignored.

And then the sound changed to a more desert-like guitar rhythm. Hotel California started playing. That song described exactly what I was going through. I saw a place that looked luxurious from the outside, like a big nightclub. But when people went in, the doors disappeared. They tried to leave, but the corridors were endless.

The lyrics said, “You can check out whenever you want, but you can never leave.” I understood that sin is exactly like that. It invites you in with lights, with a good smell, with promises of pleasure. It makes you feel special, as if you were in a five-star hotel. But after you enter and surrender, you realize it's a prison.

I saw celebrities there. I saw people I idolized on earth, trapped in dark rooms, repeating the same vices that killed them, never able to find satisfaction. It was a cycle of eternal hunger. They had steel knives, but they couldn't kill the beast. The beast was their own desire, which now devoured them.

It was at that moment that my spiritual heart broke. I wasn't just afraid of suffering. I was disgusted with who I had become. I looked at my history and saw a succession of moments of arrogance. I thought I was so intelligent, so progressive, but I was just a prisoner!

-Source

This testimony didn't include all of the 12 songs, but the narrator is from Curitiba (Brazil) so it may be a language/cultural barrier but the main point is to caution people listening to worldly music (music that doesn't glorify God or have wickedness). I've never heard of some of these songs and don't plan on listening to them but to simplify the testimony here's a summary of why the particular songs are problematic:

• SWEET CAROLINE – Represents false happiness; a joyful song turned into torture, showing how earthly pleasure can distract people from God.
• KNOCKIN’ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR – Represents seeking spirituality the wrong way; people knock on the wrong door their whole lives and it never opens.
• PAINT IT BLACK – Represents the absence of God; colors of life are ripped away because without God there is no beauty, light, or meaning.
• PERSONAL JESUS – Represents self‑made religion; people pray to a god they invented, a Jesus molded to personal convenience instead of truth.
• LOSING MY RELIGION – Represents apostasy; people who once knew God abandoned Him due to pride, pain, or disappointment and now regret it eternally.
• IMAGINE – Represents the lie that peace exists without God; a world “with no heaven, no hell, no religion” becomes a gray valley of emptiness.
• STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN – Represents false spirituality; a beautiful staircase burns people alive and ends in nothingness, symbolizing the lie that you can build your own path to heaven. (Path of 7?) I'm not sure!
• BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY – Represents mental torment; overlapping voices and confusion symbolize guilt, sin, and the consequences of a life without repentance.
• HOTEL CALIFORNIA – Represents sin as a prison; it looks beautiful at first, but once inside, you can never escape.
• SONGS 10-12 –Not revealed; likely the deepest layers of the descent in hell.

Also check out, Aston Mbaya 4 Music Chambers- the testimony reveals a vision of a specific chamber of Hell dedicated to music, where both secular musicians and Christians who secretly loved or continued to listen to worldly music suffer eternal torment. The Lord showed that secular music and even some so-called Christian music are demonically inspired, especially when Christian artists live in sin and lack intimacy with God.