Showing posts with label Hidden Sins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hidden Sins. Show all posts

Oscar 5

This testimony presents spiritual warfare against Christians through deception, false teachings, worldliness, pride, and distractions from prayer and holiness. Throughout the narrative, he repeatedly warns believers to remain grounded in Scripture, maintain a strong life of prayer, worship, evangelism, repentance, and spiritual vigilance, while being cautious of teachings and practices he believes lead people away from God. The central message is that Christians should pursue a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ, walk in obedience to God's Word, actively participate in church life, and rely on the power of prayer and the Holy Spirit to overcome spiritual opposition and remain faithful in the last days.


FORMER SATANIST EXPOSES THE WORK OF SATAN AMONG GOD'S CHILDREN

The purpose of this testimony is that you change the way you walk before the Lord so that your family will be affected. I don't ask for a fee when I go to testify. I want you to align your life with the Word of God and the voice of the Holy Spirit every day. I seek to improve my walk before the Lord continually and every day.

Brother, in the dark dimension, the devil used to tell us - I remember in three or four occasions - he said, “I do not have time before me. I might have 20 or 30 years before me because time is finished. I want my servants, the mystics and Satanists to double and accelerate the speed of the operation against humanity and the church.”

Brother, we must understand that everything is ready and the stage is set for the imminent manifestation of the Man of Sin the Antichrist. He is about to rule the world. The Man of Sin is in the Vatican St. Peter's Basilica. There are 226 great ladies of the sea that were supposed to come to empower him before his appearing to the global stage.

At this stage, he is receiving his last power from the last goddess. Time is critical for the church that is to experience end-time revival. The devil has mobilized higher rank demons and his 10 angels of light around him to oppose the end-time revival.

Many churches are conquered and many are infiltrated. Apostate pastors and false prophets are preaching against fundamental Bible passages that are the pillars of the Christian faith. They will not escape judgment. Be careful with what is preached at the end of the time. Many of the prominent pastors in the country of the Ivory Coast are Satanists. God willing, I will tell their names.

The devil used to say, “I have 20 to 30 years before me.” The devil is desperately looking for ways to enter the church and conquer the church. The End Time strategy through which the devil enter the churches is through women’s adornment and makeup products. When women enter the church with makeup they open the gate for demons to enter the congregation of God's children for these accessories are their properties. This is a war strategy of the enemy. The spirit world is at war.

One day I found a book which was a mystical book. I was interested in the knowledge and mystical content of this book, and I wanted to practice them. This book came from India. Quickly I managed to get into contact with a mystical master that I saw in this book. Without delay, he introduced me to the young people of this Indian order to learn the practices of this sect. Over time I was introduced to this Indian woman who was the queen of the coast.

When we got married, she gave me the 16th power in the world. I became the 16th occultist in the world. She gave me a powerful kingdom underwater. In fact, she loved me very much because I worked hard. I was advanced and I progressed with speed.

In this marine city, which was entrusted to me by the sea goddess, I had a majestic throne and I was rich. I had everything that a king is supposed to have. I had diamonds, gold, precious stones, and treasures.

Every time the queen of the coast came to see me on Earth, we had sex. I remember the first time we had sex, she showed me the sexual position according to God and the sexual position, which is her property because she designed them. She says, “There are many sexual positions on earth that are mine. Whenever the children of God have sex with my position, I come to their room and we become three in the bed and we share the pleasure.”

Brother, many Christian couples invite the queen of the coast in their bed when they have sex with a position that does not come from God. When the sea mermaid comes, she joins them in the bed and they enjoy together. Consequently, the marital bed is soiled and stained. Each time the children of God have sexual relations with the positions published in pornographic materials, the queen of the coast joins them in bed which becomes soiled. She always come in the bedrooms of the children of God when they practice the positions that are forbidden and she attends and participates in their sexual life. Because of sexual positions, many couples are joined by the great ladies of the sea in bed. Let us be vigilant.

Many pastors and prophets are trained in the world beneath the sea in the end-time in order to take souls to perdition. The marine kingdom will fight any pastor opposing outward adornment and makeup for in churches where women have abandoned makeup we were unable to enter.

The devil used to say, “This is what the Bible says against wigs and artificial hair but this is the verse you will use in order to manipulate the servants of my enemy so that they accept that women can wear artificial hair.”
  • “You should teach that a woman can pray over the makeup and purify our products in prayer.”
  • “This is what the Bible says about jewelry but this is the verse you will use to convince the servant of my adversary that jewelry is okay.”
  • “This is what the Bible says about adornment but this is the verse you will use in order to convince your servant that there is nothing wrong with makeup and adornment.”
The devil teaches Bible courses underwater and he analyzed what the Bible says but he does not quote the name of Jesus. Underwater the devil teaches that you can pray and purify wigs and jewelry. In truth, these items designed under the sea cannot be purified. It is not possible because these things are consecrated to the devil and cannot be consecrated to God.

When the Assembly of God came to this country, they were pure and they oppose adornment. Later, they were infiltrated by marine kingdom pastors who corrupted them, and they began to accept makeup. I know one of their theological schools that is completely controlled by demons. There is an angel of light of Satan that is in control of the Assembly of God. We were training servants and sending them to the Assembly of God. Many souls of the Assembly of God are bound in prison beneath the sea. They are chained and they are asking for help. Yet they are alive on the earth.

When you join a church of marine kingdom pastor, your soul is incarcerated underwater. When we were sending the pastors, they were supposed to join a living church and become a collaborator of the pastor and they were supposed to get the trust of the church members. In the end, they were to cause these members to join them in rebellion against the leader so that the church will become two factions.

Underwater, we were training the men and women so that they would marry pastors. They were sent to God's children who fight and cause damages to the kingdom of Satan, such as intercessors, singers, preachers.

THE SECOND TO HEAVEN

During the war against God's children, I was summoned to attend the throne of Satan in the second heaven, where fallen angels ruled the space. When I got there I was instructed to power a generator that was supposed to supply demons with energy. When I was inside the room that was inside the generator, I did concentration and I began to generate and assemble energy like some balls in the cartoon called Dragon Balls. And when I assembled enough energy I unleashed it just like in Dragon Balls. There was intense power and demons collected the energy that I had released. The generator was powered in order to empower unclean spirits working on the earth to cause disasters in the month of June, which is a month of disasters.

The month of September is the month where decisions of destruction are agreed upon in the world of Satan. From October to December death will strike the innocent as a result of these accidents. You must learn to prevent this by praying in September when documents are signed for accidents that are supposed to happen. I was the one powering this generator in order to empower demons from June to September.

In the second heaven and when I was with Satan, I said to him, “Master, you always tell us that the old Papa has placed you here and that He is the master of Christians. I would like to see that old Papa.”

It was then the devil arranged a day where I was taken to a beautiful garden in the second heaven that seems like a paradise. Inside this perfect garden, I saw a man on the cross. He was nailed on the cross and his blood was fresh. I was told that this is the old Papa, the God of Christians.

Later when I did my research, I came to understand that the man of the cross was a demon with capital D. I learned that the devil took flesh and blood and he was crucified on the cross and this was his flesh and body when he was on the earth. This is the same image that we see in the Catholic Church of a man on the cross.

In the second heaven, it is forbidden to quote the name of Jesus for you shall be put to death because of damage and disaster it causes unless you are important. The world of Satan is a world where the strong crushes the weak. It is a lawless world and we have managed to bring this mentality into the church. As you can see the strong crushing the weak in the church of Jesus.

We were assigned to stop God's children from praying for whenever they pray, if I were coming down to third heaven and cause bombardment in the second heaven and the first heaven, there are damages that happen on the infrastructure of the spirit world that will need to be repaired.

Praying in tongues causes a tunnel between God's children and the third heaven. When the angel of the Lord descends with the answer to your prayer that is always battle in space. For the devil has 24 elders and 4 living creatures and 7 spirits in space. The devil has copied the image of heaven. There is a battle that lasts for days and weeks in the second heaven between the angels of God and the angels of Satan.

The enemy fears the use of oil in prayer in order to have access to houses of children of God. We were instructed by the devil to prevent pastors from consecrating houses of God's children. Often pastors are called to consecrate houses of God's children. This was preventing us from entering. The devil instructed us to stop the men of God from using oil when consecrating houses of God's children for, in the spirit world, oil is liquid fire like molten steel that spread with the speed of the wind and cover all the house and burn the work of the devil.

Whenever the oil touches the floor during consecration prayer, the oil always turned to liquid fire and spread like wind and demons would not be able to enter the house of God's children. We use deception and we use to speak to the minds of God's servants telling them not to use oil. The devil fears the use of oil by God's children.

We were trying to get God's servants to ignore the bathroom during consecration prayer so that we enter and hide in the bathroom where the queen of the toilet hide. There is destruction when you use oil in prayer, for it turns to liquid fire.

THE USE OF A CIRCLE OF FIRE AND RAIN FOR PROTECTION

The Bible says in Job 26:9-10, He covers the face of the full moon, spreading His cloud over it. He has inscribed a horizon on the face of the waters at the boundary between light and darkness.

I always tell God's children to learn to use spoken word and declaration in order to draw a circle of protection and fire around their houses, their properties and themselves. Whenever you draw a circle of protection around your life and your property, there will be a circle of fire and rays from the third heaven. When a circle and the line of fire come down on your life and your property no one will pass.

This passage was given for believers. The mystic always draws a black circle, they know our power. When you declare that no one will pass, this will be enforced in the spirit world and no one will trespass.

THE BATTLEGROUND OF THE CHURCH

I would like to approach the works of the devil in the local church. First and foremost, every Saturday at midnight, there is a bright angel of God that descends to every living church on the earth. The purpose of this angel that descends in the local church Sunday morning is to release a power of attraction that will cause God's children to come to church on Sunday. When the angel of the Lord descends in the local church on Sunday morning, the devil deploys his angel who is the counterpart whose mission is to keep God's children from attending the church on Sunday.

Brother, every day of the week is ruled by a specific angel of the Lord. Since the devil is the imitator of God’s prerogative, he has assigned seven angels of darkness that rule the seven days of the week.

The angel in charge of Sunday is the Sun God. I used to travel to the sun thanks to the pyramid to meet the Sun God. Thus every month of the year is ruled by an angel of the Lord. The devil has also assigned demons ruling each month of the year.

On Sundays, the angel of Satan causes God's children to miss the church or to come late. Basically, in front of every living church, there is an angel of the Lord and there are great light and fire. On the other hand, before every satanic church, there is a demon and there is red light shining. the red light indicates the property of the devil.

In this critical time, there are living churches and occultic churches. During the service, the angel of God works to attract people to come to church while the angel of Satan is at work to keep people away from the church.

This angel of Satan is the one in charge of evangelical outreaches and soul winning. There are wars and tussles for every soul of men on the earth. The battle for souls of men is raging between the world of life and the world of darkness.

Whenever a Christian goes out to evangelize, this is an act of war. Evangelism equals to the invasion of the camp of the enemy. Whenever a soul leaves his home and makes the first step in the street for evangelism, immediately the angel of the Lord will descend by his side in the street to assist him. This is actually the angel of evangelism.

In terms of soul-winning, the crossroad is essential because Jesus said, “When you go to the crossroad, say this and that.” Matt 22:9 -10

Go out therefore to the crossroads, and everybody you meet invite to the wedding.' And those servants went out on the crossroads and got together as many as they found, both bad and good, so [the room in which] the wedding feast [was held] was filled with guests.

Satanists don't like Christians to evangelize in the crossroads. It is a strategic place for them. In truth, there are nets and booby traps that are set up in many crossroads and roundabouts. When a

Christian evangelizes in the crossroad, the four corners of the crossroad will be blocked by the angel of the Lord. As a result, a permanent demon that is posted in the crossroad will flee.

Evangelism and soul-winning is the most dangerous activity against the enemy. It is war and conquest of the prey of the enemy who is holding captives, countless souls. For whenever God's children went out to proclaim the Gospel in the street, there were things happening.

When they proclaim the good news of the Gospel in the street, I saw fire coming out of their mouths and traveling like balls of fire reaching people from long distances. Anyone that can hear their voice can be reached by bolts of fire coming out of their mouths as they are released through the proclaiming of the Gospel.

When souls of men are reached by the word that came out like balls of fire, the seed of the Word was planted in their heart and sealed in their memories. As a result, many were coming to Christ even weeks and months after hearing the Word.

The devil who is the arch-enemy has a class of demons called the evangelist whose purpose is to counter the effect of the Word of God in people's hearts. They cause people to harden their hearts. Every ministry of the body of Christ has a counterpart demon whose task is to counter the minister. As soon as a soul winner proclaims the gospel, a demon evangelist would come to oppose him and stop people from giving their hearts to God.

Every Sunday before the service, I used to see God’s women and the protocol cleaning the church before the service. Often when they clean the house of God, I saw that their brushes became luminous and fiery. When they were sweeping the church with these brushes, all the defilements, enchantments and curses were burned and incinerated by the brush that has become fiery and luminous. Spiritual dirt was cleaned and swept away from the church.

This phenomenon happens when the person doing the work for God was single-minded. This lady had a strong prayer life. She worked with joy arranging the chairs for God's people. We tried to discourage her, but we failed. We attacked her with the cough. But when she was sweeping the place and coughing, the sound of her coughing was like detonation in the astral world. and we were scared. We could not bear the sound of detonation.

And whenever the church service is about to start, the angels of the Lord descend with packages, and there were stars that came from heaven. Those who come early and on time received these stars from heaven in their spirits. Those who come to church late miss their packages and the stars from heaven.

The purpose of these stars was to cause God's children to be united and linked with the heavenly world of light. The one who received these stars in his system received celestial nature and heavenly light from heaven. The just will shine like stars in the firmament. The devil used to say, “You're going to stop them from getting these stars in their spirits.”

When it is no longer time, the Angel of blessing and the stars of heaven will disappear. When the church begins, the leader that is leading matters. Whenever the leader is not holy the heaven will be shut. When God's children call the blood of Jesus, I saw the royal blood of Christ flowing in the church. As a result, demons were withdrawn from the church by the sirens.

When God's children confess their sin, the demons would be in agony and cry for the bondage of God's children was broken. It is when the confession is not sincere that the bondage remains and the demons would be joyful because you are not sincere in your confession.

I would like to warn God’s people to be careful with anger because many Christians kill, thanks to anger. In fact, they say things and do deeds that are killing as far as God is concerned. And given that they don't know that they have killed, they don't confess that which is sin. As a result, these killings remain in the presence of God.

Whenever God's children call the Blood of Jesus, we saw the red blood flowing in the church. During the service whenever people sing and praise with their hearts in the church, I used to see angels coming down among the people. They were working in the lives of those who were worshiping in the spirit. And when the angels descended, there was a white light in the middle of the crowd. And in the middle of the light, I saw the throne of God. I came to understand that the throne of God descends in the praise of his people.

However, when the one who leads the singing in the church is in sin, she was the gateway through which we entered, and when she sings, the heaven was shut for the church, and demons would be dancing.

When the time of the message comes, whatever the pastor preaches about on Sunday is always related to the angel of the Lord for every Bible verse is connected to an angel. When the pastor preaches peace, evangelism, love, the Angel of peace, the Angel of love, the Angel of evangelism were descending among the people of God.

When I was entering churches for confrontation, first and foremost, I was checking the pastor's spiritual strength and strike force. I was checking whether his spiritual eyes were open. Whether he is able to see the spirit world, whether he has discernment.

Brother, the devil is opposed to the gift of vision and discernment for he is scared of men of God who can see the spiritual world for witchcraft and manipulation will be exposed. Whenever I came to war inside the church, I was weighing the pastor on the balance in order to determine whether he was lightweight or heavyweight.

Whenever I determined that he was lightweight, I was erecting a wall between the pulpit and the people. In this scenario, he can preach as much as he wants, given that there is a spiritual wall, that people would forget the preaching as soon as they leave the church. If the preacher lives in sin, I could leave my body and assault his spirit.

I remember one day I came across a strong pastor. Whenever I was trying to erect a wall between his pulpit and the people hearing his preaching, there was a powerful hand that was crushing the spiritual wall. When I placed the wall for the second time, the hand crushed the wall again.

Whenever I was unable to reach a pastor, I was checking his wife. Many wives of pastors have an issue with anger. We have managed to initiate them subconsciously into witchcraft. We were taking their spirits to our meeting under the sea, where we were celebrating, eating, drinking. Whenever the meeting was over, we were erased from their mind and memories. When they woke up, they would not know that they attended witchcraft meeting underwater.

Whenever I enter a Christian service where the pastor was heavyweight, I was checking the singers in the worship group, whether they are living in sin or not. Many of them don't understand the importance of this ministry. The devil was a singer in heaven. And there are three kinds of songs that people sing in churches. There are Christian songs that are inspired by demons. When churches sing that song, the angels of God move away.

There are some that we sing in Ivory Coast, it is popular but the song contains the name of Allah and this disqualifies that song. Allah is the name of a demon that resides in the moon. In French, her name means Luna.

There is another song that says, “Jesus has seduced my soul.” The song is disqualified because the word seduction does not apply to Jesus.

There is another song that is popular in Africa where we sing, “Jesus is higher and the devil is lower.” The fact that the name of the devil is in the song it is disqualified. When you are singing about the Lord, you cannot put the name of the devil in the song. The devil rejoices when his name is mentioned in the song of God worship. These are mistakes.

There are also Christian songs that the singer praise what the Lord has done in his life, for the Lord has given him house, money, and car. This is a terrestrial song that is not entering heaven.

The only song that is eternal and celestial is where the words glorify God. When God’s people sing these songs of worship the angels come down in the churches, in their houses with swords and they cut bondages and ties. They attack their problems with their swords.

Whenever I enter the church for war, we target first and foremost the pastor, then the singer, then the intercessor.

When God's children asked for the Spirit and when His power comes down, the whole place was enlightened and illuminated by a great light because of the Spirit of God. Whenever the church started casting out demons, I saw the heavens opening and warrior angels descending.

PRAYER AND THE QUEEN OF COAST

The devil gave us teaching about prayer and meditation. He taught us how to attack Christians. In truth, the Christian must pray for three hours. This is the minimum. We were supposed to oppose men of God who pray for long hours. We were alerted whenever men of God were in an intensive time of prayer. When a man of God pray for long hours for a month, he will reach a dimension of divine healing, miracle, and power.

When I was in Satanism, I saw great mysteries in the lives of God's children. As soon as a Christian begin to pray for the welfare and blessing of his neighborhood, the angel of God descended from the upper heaven to the marine world in order to grab the blessing of his members and the people of the neighborhood from the queen of the coast. She is the one who keeps gold, money, wealth and all the treasure of the earth under the sea.

Brother, when people are born, they are born with their qualifications, their jobs, their marriages, their finances. They are born with their blessings. The demons and mermaids steal all these blessings that are kept by the queen of the coast who had become rich.

And whenever men of God pray for blessing, the angels of God descend underwater in order to recoup the blessings that were stolen in the lives of his members including the people of his neighborhood. The angels will begin to restore and distribute these blessings to their owners.

Whenever the man of God called fire there will be fire descending from the upper Heaven. It will cause damage in the second heaven and the first heaven and fire will cover him and he would become more fiery.


In the world of darkness, long prayers block the system and logistic of Satan. Therefore, long prayers must be stopped and reduced to half an hour or an hour because all three hours of prayer causes great damage and destruction in the world of Satan.

And when long prayer is finished, demons will begin to pick up what has been destroyed and damaged. It takes time to repair the destruction of infrastructure and logistic caused by the long prayer of God's children. In the spirit world, the more hours you spend in prayer, the more angels are deployed in your life. The more you are dedicated in prayer, the flame of fire increases proportionally in your life.

There are men of God that get new angels every day. As a result, the diameter of the fire covering them increases. Their fiery diameter of protection increases. You cannot come at a distance of 100 meters from them because the rays of light increase the perimeter of protection.

Brother, whenever an angel comes to your life as a result of prayer, he comes with rays of lights covering you. This ray of light can be hundreds of meters depending on dedication and prayer. All things depend on how long and how much you spend time in fasting and prayer and meditation.

At the end of time, the devil is using adornment as war strategy to win souls of women. I want to reveal what I saw beneath the sea. I was not a marine kingdom pastor but I used to see various pastors from all over the world coming to the marine world to attend theological conferences of the devil.

Underwater, the devil is continually training pastors in theology in the marine kingdom. The devil is actually a Bible teacher. He is constantly teaching theology to various pastors of the world in the marine kingdom. The devil is twisting the Scripture and in this course, the enemy kept saying, “The men of God since their Master said this, you will teach this.”

The marine kingdom pastors preach the same thing as the authentic pastors but they twist things. Whenever the devil fails to understand a Bible passage he gets frustrated and angry. There is a passage that aggravates the devil when he teaches theology in the marine world. It's the passage where the apostle John was caught up in the Spirit and the Bible says there was silence in heaven. Rev 8:1 When He opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour.

And the other passage that says that John was about to write the mystery and he was told to keep the secret to himself.

Rev 10:4 Now when the seven thunders uttered their voices, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, “Seal up the things which the seven thunders uttered, and do not write them.”

THE DEFENSIVE WEAPON OF THE BELIEVER

When God-fearing Christians walk the street, it is clear they don't touch the ground for they move in space. The Satanists know that fatal danger is around and you don't come close. There are Christians who are dedicated but they still walk on the ground. They are also Christians who walk in space for they don't touch the ground; they have reached another level and they are dangerous.

You can't fight these believers in spiritual war; you have to go physical. I mean, you will need to come through people in his proximity. You have to aggravate them and incite them so that the target will be vexed.

We were always checking the celestial armor of God. There are six weapons of defense mentioned in Ephesians six. Whenever I was watching the believer I was checking the six weapons like the helmet of salvation that covers the head, the shield of faith which is held by the left hand and the sword of the Spirit in their right hand.

In order to touch the believer, we look at their protective weapon and the offensive weapon. If you lack the shield of faith, we will remove the little faith you have. When you don't have sandal your feet become vulnerable. We will attack your feet so that you won't be able to evangelize and go to church.

When you put nail polish or artificial nail, you will lose the sword of the spirit and the shield of faith as your hand would not be able to hold them. You won't be able to hold the Bible for long because of nail polish and artificial nail.

When you don't have the sword of the Spirit, the breastplate of justice and shield of faith you are vulnerable. When your sandal is removed you become barefooted and powerless. Your feet would be reached by witchcraft when you walk on a fetish. It will touch you for there are entries in the foot palm.

There are two kinds of weapons around God's children. Whenever we came against God's children, we were checking defensive or protective armors that are on them. Whenever I came to make war against believers, I saw that the flaming sword of the third heaven moving before them. I often saw angels moving around them. I often saw the flame of fire turning around and covering them.

There are Christians when they walk the street they emit lightning and flashes of light and fire. In general, most God's children don't know how to use their weapons and armor. They only make use of the name of Jesus, the blood of Jesus and they call fire. In a battle, I saw God's children coming to fight without the sword of the Spirit, the shield of faith and the helmet of salvation. Some of them have no sword in their hands. Some of them have no breastplate.

The Cross of the Lord is a weapon you can use. I mean, you can drag the enemy before the cross and demand the judgment of the Lord upon them. There are words that are dangerous when Christians say them in prayer. The Christian must learn every word about Jesus like where the Bible calls Him, the lion and the judge.

When Christians wage spiritual warfare, there are death and damages in the spirit world but the Christians don't see it. Every situation on the earth is connected to Bible verses that Christians must know. Whenever Christians sing Gospel songs, I saw angels connected to the music coming down. You don't see them but they have come to surround you and join you in worshiping God.

Antje Harting of Freeport, Bahamas

True repentance is more than attending church or claiming to be a Christian—it is a sincere turning away from sin and a complete surrender of the heart to God. This testimony emphasizes that God sees beyond outward appearances and examines the condition of the soul, calling every person to repent of pride, envy, hypocrisy, worldliness, hidden sins, and disobedience. No amount of religious activity, church membership, wealth, status, or knowledge can replace a genuine relationship with Jesus Christ. Repentance requires humility, self-examination, obedience to God's Word, and a willingness to be transformed by the Holy Spirit. Rather than focusing on the failures of others, believers are called to examine their own lives, seek holiness, persevere in faith, and live each day prepared to meet the Lord. As Scripture declares, "Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out" (Acts 3:19, KJV), reminding us that God's desire is not condemnation, but that all would turn from sin and receive eternal life through Jesus Christ.

THE CONVERSION OF A REBEL  AFTER A VISIT TO HELL 

Year 1985. I will begin my testimony by talking about my parents' conversion to the Pentecostal church, Christ Reigns. At the time of their conversions I was 12 and accompanied my parents to the church. At age 13 I decided to give my life to Jesus and began to sing in the church's worship group. I was with my parents every day in the service. But I did not know what a sincere life was. He kept saying cool words and messing around at school with the girls. My parents did not testify at home and discussed television almost every day. My father loved to watch movies and my mother loves to read novels.

My parents were the example for my life. Everything they did at home in my perception was right.  They said they knew what was right and what was wrong for me. If my parents had borne witness to true Christians, I would have been a true Christian by observing their way of life and wanting to  learn. Those discussions of my parents to me were normal. I was already used to it and at school I  did the same thing. I discussed television with the students of my class and argued with them  everyday, despite being a believer. 

One night I had a dream. A giant dove flew over my house. He said: I am not pleased with your way of life, put your house in order. 

The next day I dreamed the same dream and I told my mother but she could not explain. On the  third day I dreamed the same dream and I told my pastor. He said that the Holy Spirit wanted to use  me and asked me to do repentance. 

The church where I congregated is a ministry focused on praise and worship. Teaching is rare and  the pastor is not one who takes holiness seriously. This was reflected in the lives of my parents and  the whole church. Three years passed and I and my family still congregated in that church. There  was no change in me and I did not feel a difference. I was one of those impious teenagers before I  went to church. If I stopped going to church or stopped doing the work, the members and the pastor  would call me devious. But the truth is that I never became a member of the church. 

I was walking on the street and God used a woman who is not from my church. Where I  congregated there were no people that were used by God that way. That woman came and said: God will make you His watchman.  

I had served three years of ministry in the praise and worship group and did not know what  conversion was. Now 16, the promises of God have come to me. 

And that's what happened, I heard a soft voice when I was in my room. I went to meet Jesus who  was waiting for me and we entered hell. 

SIN IMPRISONS 

I beheld in hell the prison system that looks like prison cells from the chains of the earth. Souls are  tortured inside their cells. They are awaiting final judgment, living in painful torture. Jesus said,  “Servant, the sin of the world imprisons people. Whoever does not sacrifice the desires of the flesh,  and does not kill the sin that is in the flesh, will come to that place. Tell the deviants who have  fallen in the faith to reflect on their lives, analyze how long they have begun the journey, and see  where they have gone wrong and fallen to begin again from where they left off.” 

In the world there is much division between color, race, peoples, religions, rich, poor, tongues and  there is no union between them. In My church there is no union to worship Me. Even hell plays its  part of uniting poor with rich and all peoples, languages and religions. All are united in this place of torment. 

I saw a rich man burning in the fire. The Lord Jesus told that man to tell Him why he was there. He said: My money held me in material things, the more I had the more I wanted to spend on luxury,  pleasure and women. I did not have time to go to church because of the money that brought me well being. I was traveling the world and I never remembered God. Money was more important to me  than Jesus. My money made me forget God and stopped my salvation. I preferred the transient  wealth of the earth rather than the eternal heavenly riches. There is no hope for anyone descending  to this place. 

Jesus showed me people in hell who have deified their money and material possessions. I beheld  people who had purchasing power on earth and influences such as presidents, judges, governors,  kings, queens, emperors, bankers and businessmen. All these did not help the poor and when they died took nothing, leaving everything on earth. These were forgotten when they died. Both rich and  poor in hell there is no superiority. All these men left their fortunes and their millionaire fortunes.  And now everyone is in a place of eternal misery. 

One shouted saying: I would give all my wealth on earth to live a miserable life there. I want to go  back to earth and be the most despised person there than to stay in this place of torment. Let me go  back to earth and be a garbage collector, but do not let me stay here. Tell the people of the earth not  to go out of their way to help the poor. Seeing that man begging to return to earth was so sad. They repented too late.  

In hell there is no separation of classes between rich and poor. Everyone mingles in that place. I saw poor, rich, black, brown, white and brown all in one place. All religions, cultures and languages are  in that place. People from the time of Abraham and from various times to the present day. 

Jesus took me to a place in hell where I saw a beggar man. Jesus said, "I have sent my servant to  this man. And every day he brought food and juice. The word was preached, but he did not want to  give his life to Me and at dawn was found dead because of the cold. The blanket this man won was  not enough to protect him from the cold. The beggar shouted and said: I do not deserve this place  for living a miserable life on earth. I deserve the sky, this is not fair! This beggar tried to justify  himself that he did not deserve hell for living a poor and miserable life on earth. 

FALSE CHRISTIANS 

Jesus showed me Christians in hell in various types of prisons, that means they were not freed. They have forgotten to sanctify their lives by looking at the faults of others. They said: the shepherd's wife does not sanctify, so we do not need to sanctify ourselves. They knew it was a sin and yet they wanted to mirror their leaders. 

When they were alive they said among themselves; I saw the pastor walking in shorts and a sleeveless shirt, if it was a sin he would not walk like that until his daughter goes to the beach in a bikini. The other group did not sanctify their lives and lived accusing and judging the wicked saying that they go to hell. 

I saw a woman in hell who did not convert to Jesus for seeing defects in all the churches. She walked in a very liberal church and felt ashamed, for she said that the people did not convert because they were equal to those in the world. Then she went to a rigid church and could not stand  the doctrine. She said it was man's doctrine and did not need all that. She died without making a  commitment to salvation. Time has passed, death has come and she is in hell. 

Jesus showed me Christians in hell that instead of helping the deviants to return, they condemned them by making them move further from the path of Jesus. When the deviants left the church, these Christians spoke ill of them and criticized them. The hurt deviants never returned to the path of  Jesus and promised never to step on their feet in any church. Those Christians who did this are in hell. 

FALSE SHEPHERDS 

I beheld a shepherd in hell for tolerating sin in his church. He knew of the sin of the people, and yet  he did not correct the flock. Jesus said that he touched his heart several times to preach holiness, but he resisted the Holy Spirit. He even used a servant to tell him to preach. He did not repent and did  not listen, being rebellious until God's patience reached the limit. Death touched him by choosing to walk in darkness rejecting the truth. 

Lord Jesus showed me a shepherd in hell for cursing a Christian who left his church to be a member of another; we should not curse what God created that is his image. 

MASTURBATION 


I saw a girl in hell for masturbating, sometimes she manipulated objects for pleasure.


TATTOO

I saw a Christian tattooed on his body because he did not think it was a sin, the tattoo demon came out looking the same as the drawing and began to torture that boy in hell. The demon also had a tattoo and looked like a beast.

SATAN 

Satan sat on his throne, he was elegant, but suddenly that good-looking cloak fell and turned into a  horrible monster. And when he looked at the Christians suffering in hell he gave an amazing laugh, he was happy. He told the demons, we're winning the church, see my victory, look how many Christians are in that place, it's our rewards.  The battle to take these souls was difficult, but we succeeded. Satan commanded a terrible demon to go to church. The goal is to bring that soul to hell. An ugly demon of ten feet rose and went up to the earth.

HIDDEN SINS 

Lord Jesus showed me Christians in hell by committing sins in secret without anyone knowing. This group of Christians hid the sins of their shepherds from being corrected. But they could not hide  from God. Jesus showed me the earth, I saw thousands of eyes of fire scattered throughout the four  corners of the world. Those eyes did not close and I was watching. Jesus said, "The eyes of God are  all over the earth, and nothing can be hid from me." The people and laws of the land are unjust.  Innocents pay for crimes for lack of evidence, but the law of God is just and your measure is right. 

FALSE PROPHETS AND FOUNDERS OF SECTS 

Jesus showed me the place of false prophets and founders of sects. And on the other side of these  founders I saw millions of people whom they brought to hell because of their sects. These people  cursed the founders of the sects for throwing them into hell. 

ELLEN G. WHITE 

I saw in hell the prophetess Ellen White. Jesus said: she is here in this place for inventing heresies. She prophesied lies and still had connections with the Satanists who helped her ministry grow. She  also taught her members to keep the Sabbath, stepping on My grace. Whoever wants to live in the  law who never sinned is what I was sacrificed for. Whoever chooses to live in the law will have to  

save himself for it without committing any sin like Me. All the sects that reject My grace tear the  contract of the new covenant. Whoever lives on the contract of the old covenant will be cursed and  go to hell. This woman who is watching, she lied saying there is no hell and now she is in it. 

The seed that this woman planted in the past still produces disgrace and loss to those who believe in her teachings. I saw how the demons tormented that woman. The more souls went down to hell  because of her teaching, the more she was tormented. 

From the foundation of his sect until now millions of souls are coming to hell. Jesus said, "Testify  for more souls that they may come to salvation and ascend into heaven." 


I was in a beautiful field full of flowers. A beautiful paradise with a splendidly colorful and gleaming landscape. A full city walled with pure and fine gold. Fantastic heavenly architecture, what the wicked would do to live in that place. The angel came to me and Jesus left us alone.

BOOK OF LIFE 

Another angel came with a book in his hand and stopped in front. The angel opened the book and  showed the date that I converted, but my name was erased by not living a life according to God's  will.  

The angel took another different book that is that of condemnation. And when I saw my name there  I started to cry. The angel said: All the names that are written in that book will not inherit eternal 

life.  

I wanted very much to live in that place, but my condition of life would not allow me to be  unworthy to stay there. The angel told me that I looked at the life of others and did not see the  defects of my life. 

The angel said: It's time to look at your life and see how it stands before God. A mirror of gold,  whose glass does not exist on earth and shines. That spiritual mirror appeared before me and  revealed all my sins. 

My face was full of wrinkles, my appearance was of an old woman. I wanted to remove those  wrinkles to improve my appearance, I was worried because I was only 16 years old. The angel said:  “Do not worry; these are the marks of the imperfection of sin. Although you are young your spirit is old, and is already getting to die. If not born again you will die, and your life limit is ending. The wages of sin is death. These wrinkles are the sin of pride, selfishness, lack of love for God and the  wickedness that is in your heart. You consider yourself perfect, you do not accept correction, and  you do not correct yourself. You are waiting for God to correct you, do not let this occasion of  feeling the divine touch your life.  

I said to the angel, “I'm so young to die, yet I'll die earlier than my parents.”  The angel said: “For God the age on earth means nothing. Your life span is measured in heaven.  Your spiritual appearance is of an elderly woman who is almost dying.”  

I did not accept church people to praise other people who are better than me. And when God's  servants visited my church, people spoke well of them, envy made me say that they were not as  used as they seemed. The devil used me to ridicule the servants of God, putting defects where they  did not.  

I never qualified the people God used, the envy of wanting to be equal these people sprang into my  heart. I did not admit the reality of seeing people being used; I did not accept this situation. Deep in  my heart I knew I did not have the privilege of being like them. It corroded inside me, I was proud  and I did not accept to be the worst of them all.  

The angel made me know my faults, I repented of everything. He preached to me the true doctrine  that a servant of God must know. These were teachings in my church that never spoke. 

The angel said, “Now go back to the earth.” When he finished saying that word my spirit was in my body, I lifted from the ground. 

I saw the woman who brought me the prophecy and told her I would change my life. The conversion came to me for the first time after 3 years of church. That woman said goodbye to me  and left. She was a person sent by God who made me understand what God wanted from me. 

I went to church and told my pastor about my experience. He was offended when I said that the  whole church was in sin. The entire congregation began to persecute me. I was humiliated they said  that I wanted to be too holy. The pastor said that I was in delirium and heresy to destroy the ministry.  

I looked at the face of the shepherd with hatred, his face transfigured into the face of a horrible monster. When I looked at the whole church, their faces were monsters. The Holy Spirit spoke in  my mind, they have lost the image and likeness of God and have assumed the face and likeness of their master for whom they serve.  

The pastor took me out of the worship group, I could no longer sing. No one else spoke to me, I was being despised by everyone, I was the stranger among the people. I returned to the house and my  parents who gathered in my ministry said that I should not have spoken my experiences and  rebuked me. I told my parents, “Who would they believe, in me or the pastor?  

My mother said, “Daughter, you have undergone such a beautiful spiritual change, you are no  longer a rebellious girl with your parents. Because of your change I will believe in you not the  pastor.”  

My father said that the pastor is the authority of the church and that we can not rebel with those  whom God anointed to be authority on earth. Because of your change I will believe in you not the  pastor.  

My father said, “If the pastor is wrong, God will show me.” That same night, my father dreamed of  the whole church. The pastor preached in the pulpit and everything was dark, lacking energy. My  father looked to the side where I was sitting and a light was on top of my head. When that light  touched my head, my body shone all over like the star. My body climbed over the ceiling and  disappeared. The whole church was terrified and said Jesus had come and they were left behind. He has already snatched His chosen ones.  

My father woke up scared, hugged me and apologized to me. The pastor excluded me from his  church. I prayed to God and asked him to show me a church that speaks of the truth that was  revealed to me. 

God prepared a serious church for me and my family. Years passed and my parents grew old, I got a good age to marry. I was engaged to a man of God and had to travel and leave my parents to live with him. The wedding was marked, my fiancé's father had given him a gift home that would be our home. My parents are of advanced ages and alone with no one to care for. 


I had to make a decision to take care of them or get married and leave to live a happy life.  I could not take them with me and any decision I made would have to give someone up which  would bring a pain in the soul. I chose not to marry which was my dream despite loving my fiancé. I could not leave my parents to have no weight on my conscience that would cause a wound in me. My parents were sick and walked very slowly.  I have to fill the void of sorrow filling up with Holy Spirit, since I had lost a man of God. I learned to live with the thorns of the road. 


I faced the opposition for Jesus' sake, I won young people for Jesus who lived in prostitution, in the vice of alcohol and tobacco. I was preaching the word of God and I had a revelation from a girl who wanted to stop attending the services and leaving the church because of her friends who spoke ill of her.

I asked the girl, “Is there another church near your house?” She replied, "No, there is only this church.” I said: “Do not leave, only pray and God will operate.” A few days passed and her friends stopped chasing after her and walking away, leaving the girl alone.

We should never lay the hand of the plow because of someone's faults, they are all flawed. Any church, company, school or place will encounter problems. What we find today is the leadership of the church valuing each other and we do not have to get used to these failures. Others to draw attention do something to be seen by everyone within the church.

Workers leave the church because they feel jealous of the pastor and others for not receiving the opportunity leave also, this should not happen. I saw two believers arguing. One said, I'm not going to church any more so I do not see the face of this person any more. The other replied: I will no longer congregate in the church, there is no more climate for me to stay in that place. I have seen all this through the churches where I am going to preach, I am not a preacher, just a servant who does the will of God that is to preach the gospel to all.


People disagree and forget that Jesus does not like it. Many Christians seek trouble for their lives, through their attitudes, decisions and practices without Jesus' direction. I close my testimony, may God bless the church Amen.
🚨 About Ellen White/SDA  🚨

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.

-Source