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Oscar 4

This testimony presents the author's claims of serving as a high-ranking occult practitioner who monitored people through networks of witches and spiritual surveillance, seeking to block personal ambitions, businesses, and ministries. The narrative emphasizes the power of prayer, holiness, fasting, worship, Bible study, baptism, and Christian discipleship, particularly highlighting the spiritual influence of children who pray and participate in church activities. The author warns believers to guard their speech, raise children in the faith, avoid pride and temptation, and remain spiritually vigilant, while asserting that dedicated Christians who live in obedience to God carry spiritual authority that overcomes demonic opposition, breaks spiritual bondage, and brings freedom to others through the power of Jesus Christ.


WITCHCRAFT INFRASTRUCTURE AND LOGISTICS OF SATAN 

I was working with witches of every street for in every street of the world there is a witch who  monitors the inhabitants of the street. These leaders of streets were monitoring and gathering  information about every family in their street. I will advise you to avoid speaking up about your  project and intention in the street for we were monitoring and gathering intelligence on every man  and woman and whenever you say what you are planning to do we made sure to block it. 

Leaders of streets were bringing information about the inhabitant of their streets everywhere on the  earth. There are instruments and logistics of intelligence gathering set up by the enemy in order to  know people ambition and project. There are unclean spirits of intelligence gathering and control  everywhere witch gave me information about people in their jurisdiction for they had intelligence  on people living in their jurisdiction. 

I was also deploying unclean spirits on top of many trees of my borough. These wandering spirits  were intelligence gathering agents working for I needed information in order to block people’s  projects and ambitions. The determination and resistance of witches and wizard in the end time  witchcraft is one of the strategies of the devil. Witches and wizards are ruthless soldiers of the devil. Witches often reach a level in the dark world where they will not repent under no circumstances because of the level they are in. 

These are witches with the mark of Goliath on their bodies. There are also witches with the mark of  King Herod on them. There are witches having the mark of Queen Jezebel on their bodies. There  are witches with the mark of Delilah. They are various demonic warriors fighting God's children in  the spiritual war. Some of these demons are Avatars who are men born from the union of water  mermaids and Satanists. These kind of hybrid human beings must be wiped out. When you invoke  the rainbow which is the first governance and the deluge they will be wiped out. 

On the other hand high ranking witches will convert only when they are faced with angels.  Whenever the devil instruct witches to shut down and destroy churches, these servants of Satan  come face to face with the warrior angels of God who don't hesitate to execute them. Those who  escape angelic onslaught return to the devil where they faced a death threat and they are sent back  to the battlefield to face angelic warrior which means death. 

It is in this scenario when witches face choices of either to die in the battlefield in the hand of  angelic warriors or to repent. Having encountered the power of Satan and the power of God they can assess the power of God. In truth, a witch will only repent when he is sure that the man of God  can protect him from the devil. He must be sure that the men of God have enough power to  overpower Lucifer and protect him.

CHILDREN AND PRAYER 

Brother, in order to initiate war against God's children, firstly I was checking whether they were  born out of marriage or in marriage. Those who are born out of wedlock have a dark link in their blood which is an open gateway. Once I found out that you were born out of wedlock, I was then checking the link which is the curse that is in your blood and I would take your photo to the second  heaven for examination. These are blood tests and examinations we were doing to determine and  confirm the covenant in your blood. For there is a difference between a child born in marriage and  child born out of marriage. There is a dark link following children born out of wedlock. They will be frustrated in all their lives unless they come to Christ. David suffered from this dark link and he  said, “My mother conceived me in iniquity.” This is a blood issue. The most powerful prayer a  Christian can do is to change his blood to the blood of Christ in order to undo the covenant in the  blood. You can change your blood system to the blood of Christ through prayer in order to undo  blood condition. 

One day I was traveling in hyperspace in order to attend a meeting of Satanists in the astral world.  While I was moving in hyperspace in the speed of light I saw in my trajectory a wall of fire that was preventing me from passing. Quickly I tried to fly over this wall of fire but I was blocked. I tried to  fly on the left and right side of this wall of fire. I could not pass for I was blocked. I knew that this  was the fire of God. 

Finally, I decided to come down to the ground to check what was happening. When I landed on the  ground, to my surprise I saw a group of children. They were playing Church and trying to imitate a  church service. Basically, these children go to church with their parents and they were trying to  copy what they see in the church. They were mimicking prayer saying, “In the name of Jesus we  cast out devils.” 

When I look carefully I saw a child that was playing pastor and laying his hand on another child  then he said, “I cast out Devils in the name of Jesus Christ.” I saw his friend pretending to fall on  the ground. The child who played the pastor thought he was just playing. However there were  things that were happening for when he said “in the name of Jesus Christ I cast out devil,” I saw a spirit of death leaving his friend who pretended to fall to the ground. Things were happening when these children were using the name of Jesus Christ. 

I came to understand that these children were the ones stopping me from passing. They erected a wall of fire in space, thanks to their meeting and I could not pass. 

When you see children playing church don't stop them. You don't know what is happening in the spirit world. I could not attack these children for when they began to pray the angels of the Lord descended and there was a great light. Moreover, their parents were Christians. I would have died had I tried to come against them. 

We must not stop children when they play Church because everything matters in the spiritual world. Adults must never stop children from copying and impersonating the pastor and church. Nothing is neglected in the spirit in the eyes of God. When children are copying pastors and church the angels  of the Lord respond automatically for God takes it seriously. 

We must understand that children’s faith is greater than that of adults and God responds  automatically when children pray and these children were covered with light. When a toddler says  Alleluia and Amen, these are not simple words even if the child is nine months. It's dangerous when a child utter biblical words. There are mystical waves raised in the spirit world. Children are more  powerful than you think and when they speak God’s word there is greater power. 

That is why we fought to stop parents from taking their children to church. I had to interrupt this  children meeting in order to continue my journey in the astral world. Quickly I cause a mother who  is sitting around to scatter them. I mean I caused this woman to stand up and say to the children,  “Too much noise. Please, it's done.” As a result, the children abandoned their prayer. I said to the  spirit of the woman, “You did a great job.” I could not attack these children for fear of death  therefore I used a human agent. When the children went away I waited for the fire to become extinguished and I continued my journey to the satanic meeting. We work so that parents would not  take their children to church. 

Beloved, whenever you come to church without your children you are vexing the Lord. You are in rebellion with God. You cannot go to church to seek eternal life and leave children at home. The  Lord will not be happy with you. Therefore you are exposed for you are out of the will of God. The Bible says to teach the children the way of the Lord. 

I said that when parent leave children to watch cartoon it is dangerous. The cartoon causes  possession and rebellion. Children become rebellious yet the Bible says, “Honor your father and  mother so that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.” The devil knows that rebellion and failure to obey your parents will reduce children’s longevity. Many children are dying prematurely because of failure to obey their parent. 

After scattering these children I traveled to the meeting where we were debating how to attack  God's children who are in business because they support soul-winning and since they support  evangelism they make progress in their businesses. As a result, unbelievers who were businessmen  were joining the church because of them. In order to destroy God's children’s businesses, we were  supposed to link them with those who resort to occultism so they will be attacked. 

The second weapon we were using was pride since your business grows and you have become prosperous. We were sending pride so you would begin to look down on others. We were then  entering to crush your business. 

Thirdly we were sending women agents who were our business ladies so that you will fall in sexual immorality with them. If these ladies fail in their mission they were traveling under the sea to get more seduction power. 

CHILDREN AND PARENT NAK3DN3SS

Brother, one day I was flying in space and heading to a meeting of Satan. While I was flying I saw a villa on the land. I felt like I had to fly backward and check what was happening in the villa. When I flew over that villa I saw a Christian lady washing in her bathroom. She was not covered but I  noticed that she was washing with her child failing to realize that this is a curse for the child. The  Bible says that children should not see the nakedness of their parents. 

On that day I enforced the curse on the child for her mother had deliberately exposed her child to her nakedness. Many mothers exposed themselves before their children. They are putting their children under a curse. This was an open door and legality. I was using it in order to attack children. I was causing women of God to bathe with their children and walked half-naked before their  children so that their children will be cursed. 

This issue is widespread in many families and many have come to confess after hearing my  testimony. There is no attack in the spirit world where the gateway and door are not opened. It is  only when you break a law of God that you come under attack. 

When working for the devil I use to get children to fight and injure one another for the sake of  blood. Whenever one of them is injured it is either an angel that will come and get the blood or a  demon that will come to get it for it cannot be lost like that. Blood is sought in the world of Satan.  Demons would like to collect your drops of blood in order to affect your life. Moreover, the bank of the blood of Satan had to be supplied and refilled at all times by all means. 

OUTWARD ADORNMENT IS SATAN ENDTIME STRATEGY 

Last time, I talked about how I was able to enter the church through women adornment and  makeup. Today demons can attend Christian services thanks to women makeup and jewelry. These  products allow demons to come to the church for they are their property. Whenever a woman was  wearing a wig in the church, I was leaving my body and entering the church through her wig in  order to operate. I was inside the wig, artificial hair to capture what is in the mind and memory of  women and transfer the information about their lives to the world of Satan. Whenever I wanted to  fight a woman of Prayer I was checking whether she was attached to makeup and jewelry. These  properties of the devil gave me the advantage and legality to defeat these women. 

Brother, it is true that when the prodigal son returned home the father killed an animal and put a  ring in his finger. It is true that the Lord instructed the use of the ring in Deborah’s marriage but  here is where the problem is. Whenever a shop designed necklace ring and bracelet, we were  ordered to duplicate them in the marine world and we were coming back to that jewelry and we  were replacing the original product with the ones we have designed in the manufacturing industries  of the world of water. 

Brother, the jewelry we were making in the marine kingdom were snakes, scorpions, and  millipedes, animals. In the marine kingdom, I saw mermaids gathering serpents and pulling them  like wires in order to design wigs. 

Many women on the earth are wearing wigs that are serpents. I said that the devil want women to be attached to makeup and jewelry and I saw water mermaids praying to the Queen of Heaven so that women will be attached to makeup and jewelry despite the preaching of pastors and the warning of  the Lord. 

Thus we were leaving the body and we were traveling to various jewelry and we were copying the  original model and we were designing them underwater and we were replacing original jewelry  with Python, snakes, and millipedes. Even a wedding ring can be a snake a scorpion and millepede. 

You should pray before buying a wedding ring for you may buy a snake. I always advise brothers to avoid the wedding rings because you don't know whether it is a normal ring or a duplicate of the  marine kingdom. 

These rings that are demonic animals will cause you trouble in marriage and ministry there for  discernment is crucial. Many Christians on their wedding day wear rings that are snakes.  Understand that we were replacing even rubber hair with wig designed by water mermaid which  were snakes. 

WITCHCRAFT MANIPULATION IN THE CROSSROAD AND ROUNDABOUT 

Brother, in many of the crossroad and roundabout at the city, I was mounting net and spiderweb in  order to capture people blessings, stars, and souls. When people were passing they were leaving  their blessing and their souls. However, it is when a burning and dedicated Christian was coming  that I was removing these net and spiderweb otherwise it will catch fire and burn. 

One day a burning Christian was passing and we failed to notice him early in order to remove the  net. As a result, he entered the net. As soon as he touched the net it took fire and it was burned. As a  result, we lost all the souls and blessings that were on the net. People recovered their souls and their blessing that were captured. 

There were days I came to pee in the crossroad in order to bewitch people with my pee. When I was peeing I was actually bewitching and enchanting the crossroad. Anyone smelling that urine came under manipulation. 

MY ENCOUNTER WITH A BURNING CHRISTIAN 

One day, in the city people went to see a football game and I placed my net on the road to catch  souls and stars. When the game was over a huge crowds that came out of the stadium were passing  the road where I had installed my net. On that day many souls were captured in my net and I was so happy that I was dancing. 

While I was celebrating there was a 17 years old man coming and he was about to reach the  crossroad. When I looked I saw that this young man who was a fiery believer had already entered  the crossroad where the net was and I could not remove the net and it was too late. When this  Christian entered the crossroad there was an explosion and the net was destroyed. All the souls from the stadium that I had captured were liberated. Everything was destroyed by this young man and he passed without realizing the destruction he had caused.

I was so angry that I took my rocket launch device. I shot the young man with a rocket-propelled  device. When it was about to reach the young man this rocket deviated to a woman that was hit and  she collapsed on the ground. I was wondering how come a young man overpower a master of  African witchcraft. I was so angry that I swore to make war on this man. 

THE SPIRITUAL WEIGHT OF THE BELIEVER 

When I weighed this Christian on my scale it broke because he was strong and heavy. I was  monitoring and attacking this Christian but I was unable to reach him. I shot him with arrow rocket  and gun but it didn't work. Nevertheless, I was determined to deal with him. Whenever a man of  God comes to a borough he was weighed in order to determine his spiritual level. Every territory a  child of God enter he will be measured by witches and demons to determine his spiritual weight  whether he is light or heavy. It is those who fast and pray with a dedication that weighs heavy. 

For a man of God to be strong, his wife must grow in spirit together with him. Otherwise, she will  be the instrument and gateway for the enemy. When we attack the pastor and we fail, we were  checking the wife and children. In my case, I was trying to enter the dream of pastor's wives in  order to have sex with them in the dream and when the pastor sleep with his wife what I deposited in the body of his wife in the dream was weakening him. 

This was actually the spirit of heaviness weakness and laziness in prayer that was to overtake him.  As a result, the fire would begin to go down and extinguish. When he becomes unable to pray it was a defeat for him. We had defeated pastors thanks to their wives. 

FASTING AND PRAYER IN SPIRITUAL CONFLICT 

This young man that I was fighting was covered with flames of fire. When he walks in the street to  visit fellow Christians, flames of fire that were covering him were destroying the works of  witchcraft and enchantment in the street without his realization. Whenever he entered the court of a  compound where a fetish is buried his presence burned the fetish buried in the compound and those  who were under manipulation were liberated in that compound. He did not know the destruction  that his presence was causing in the spirit world. 

This 17 years old man was living a life of fasting and prayer. He liked spending time in the  meditation of God's word. Wherever he passed the works of darkness were destroyed. When he walked the street demons are scattered and running away because of flames of fire covering him.  He did not need to fight them for he was living in holiness and he was dedicated to prayer. 

Whenever he was moving there was the destruction of nets, holes, booby-traps, and people who  were bewitched were set free when he passed by them. I was alerted that this young man was  causing trouble in the sector for no Satanist was able to control and overpower him. He had to be  stopped. 

Brother, this was not a pastor; just a simple Christian that was living in prayer and holiness. When  he prays, the system of the devil was down. Given that I had a strike force and people were  depending on me, I was supposed to deal with him. When I took over I was supposed to study and research the spiritual condition of this young man. I was supposed to determine his strength and  weakness. 

Quickly I found out that his love for God was developed. Often when he walked the street, he was  always singing in his heart and when a Christian develops a habit of singing in his heart and soul it  is dangerous for we were keeping distance. 

Whenever women of God cook and sing for God there is power that descends upon them. When  women sing in the bathroom while bathing there is a light that descends upon them. When women  sing for the Lord while they are sweeping the house the brush becomes celestial and covered with  flames of fire which burned the work of manipulation and enchantment in their homes. 

When I was researching this young man I began to study his maternal family to look for family  foundation and altar. I found out that his tribe was linked with the queen of the sea called koku. The  marine world was the way forward since his family was linked with water. Quickly I summoned  water spirit connected to his family. When they appear I made known to them that I needed to  overpower this targeted young man at all cost. 

Later I tried to cause him to fall in love. I tried to get him to have a desire for a woman in his heart  so that I will enter his heart but I found that he was not in these things. Despite reinforcement, I was unable to subdue the young man. I kept monitoring this young man and I was following him to  church. 

WATER BAPTISM IN THE SPIRITUAL WORLD 

When I followed this young man to church, on that day their pastor led them to the local stream for  baptism and I followed them in order to monitor and see what will happen. When the members of  this congregation arrived before the stream for baptism I saw their pastor entering the water with  two members. They were actually praying for the sanctification of the stream. 

When they pray for this stream of water, I saw with my spiritual eyes that the stream of water has  turned to blood. I saw that this blood was shining and resplendent. The blood was smelling aroma.  In truth, this was the royal blood of Jesus Christ. When I saw this mysterious blood I said, “This must be the blood of their God”. 

As soon as the water turned to blood, I saw marine spirits leaving the stream for this water was their dwelling place. The water spirits fled the blood of Jesus and they were joined by demons on the  bank of the stream. And when the baptism service began, quickly I saw the devil himself joining  these forces of darkness in the left side of the bank in order to attend the baptism ceremony. On the  other side of the stream, I saw bright angels of the Lord. They were present in this service of  baptism. 

People underestimate what happened in the baptism but the devil takes it seriously. When the man  of God began to baptize his members, I saw that many of his members had covenants, bondages,  ties, marks of witchcraft.

However, as soon as they would dip in the stream that had become the blood of Jesus all the  bondages, chains, curses were destroyed and they remained in the stream. The blood of Christ was  cleaning them. The blood was destroying witchcraft manipulation in them and they came out new  creation. I mean they came out of water resplendent and shining thanks to the blood of Jesus Christ. 

The devil and his mermaids and demons were watching the whole thing. The angels of God were  assisting. I saw that they had their weapons ready. Whenever a person was baptized the devil was  dismissing the monitoring demon and he was deploying two new demons of coolness more  powerful. Thus when a Christian gets baptized the devil would replace the monitoring demon with a more powerful demon to cool down his faith and get him to backslide. 

I saw the devil giving a scream of anger and telling demons in that place to leave. They were dismissed and they were replaced by cooling demons more powerful. These cooling demons came  in order to fight the newly baptized believers. That is why many people slacken after baptism. 

Baptism is very powerful in the spiritual world. I saw the devil ordering powerful demons of  coolness to follow the baptized Christians. I saw these Christians coming out of water that had  become the blood of Christ, they were covered. Baptism intensifies spiritual conflict in the lives of  God people. There will be an acceleration of battle in the lives of those who are baptized. The  newly appointed demons of coolness will pile pressure on the baptized believers with intense  temptations. 

Brother, when this young man was baptized, I saw that he came out of water with exceeding joy.  There was a heavenly force that exploded in him to the point that he was much more resplendent  and his joy was immense. 

When I saw that my target had become more powerful I knew that they had no chance against him.  I gave up this mission for fear of consequence. This assignment was a failure and the devil was  angry. On that day I receive a warning and death threat. Often the devil kill his servants when they  fail. I was not killed because I was important and I was working tirelessly for his kingdom.


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 Chambersthe 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. 

I Saw Them in Hell Ayron Baxster

A terrifying vision of hell, in which a vast dark place filled with fiery vessels containing suffering souls. In desperation, the speaker called upon the name of Jesus Christ, and at the third call, a brilliant light rescued them from the torment. Jesus then spoke, telling them to warn the world that hell is real. Reflecting afterward, the speaker realized that those suffering in the vessels represented people who had lived in sexual sin and rebellion against God, emphasizing the truth of Scripture and the reality of divine judgment and salvation through Jesus Christ alone.

Cesar Sandoval 4 Stephen Hawking

In this testimony, the Lord showed the witness three terrifying revelations of hell. First, they saw Stephen Hawking in torment, punished for his denial of God and misleading many through his atheistic teachings. Next, they were taken to the Valley of Demons, a dark swamp filled with massive toad-like creatures that have been locked away for ages, waiting to be unleashed during the Great Tribulation to torment humanity once the Holy Spirit is removed from the earth. Finally, the Lord revealed the demons of false visions and revelations, who plot to infiltrate churches with confusion, deceiving Christians through counterfeit dreams and revelations to counter God’s true warnings. Jesus, weeping over the horrors to come, urged the witness to proclaim these truths boldly so that many may repent, seek holiness, and be saved before it is too late.

STEPHEN HAWKING IN HELL, THE DEMONS OF THE GREAT TRIBULATION, THE DEMONS OF FALSE VISIONS AND FALSE REVELATIONS 

On 15th of April 2018, I began to worship the Lord at 10 o'clock. It was at 12 o'clock in the morning that I began to observe that the Lord was showing me new things. When the Lord manifested, I asked Him for mercy. I said, "Lord, I know that something is missing in this series of revelation and vision that You began with me.” On that day, I thought that the Lord was going to continue showing me more things of the kingdom of Heaven, like in the last two previous visitations. However, this time things turned out differently. The Lord pulled my spirit out of my body and took me to the place of torments, the Abode of the Dead.

We started to descend through a horrible and dark tunnel that produced extreme fear in my whole being. We descended slowly through the tunnel until we landed. I said to the Lord, “Please, I do not want to be here and to go round to this place.” The Lord replied, "I know you don't.” The place was ugly and terrifying. The Lord said, "It is necessary that you see and experience what is happening here, so that you go and tell humanity that this place is real, because many on the surface are refusing to accept it.”

THE GATE OF ETERNAL HELL

We walked down a path that led to a horrendous black gate with riddles and symbols on it. Demonic creatures were stationed as guards. The gate bore the inscription: "Welcome to Eternal Hell.” With a gesture of His hand, the Lord opened it. Inside, I saw millions of people clamoring in torment. They cried, “I cannot stand it anymore” and “I cannot endure these worms anymore.”

TORMENTS OF THE LOST

The lost souls were coiled by huge snakes with needles on their skin, squeezing and torturing them. The more they cried to Jesus, the more intense their torture became. I saw a large red flame, and carnivorous worms penetrating people’s bodies, eating their flesh. The Lord said, “This section of Hell is called the free section, because the souls you see here are brought from other sections of Hell to be tormented. They can run here, but they cannot leave.”

THREATENED BY DEMONS

Suddenly, a voice cursed me, saying, "Damn you, I have finally got you in this place.” I held the Lord’s hand, but then I noticed Jesus had disappeared. Snakes turned their focus on me. One coiled around me, squeezing strongly. Carnivorous bugs and worms invaded my body, entering my skin and flesh. I felt unbearable heat as the flame of Hell burned me.

I screamed, “Lord, why have you left me in this place?” A demon shot a spear like a trident into my forehead, causing extreme pain. I was burning, eaten by worms, and feeling the torment of all lost souls around me. Then the devil said, “We finally have you in this damn place. You will worship me because this is your kingdom.” I cried out again, “Lord, why have You left me? Where did You go?”

Suddenly, I saw Jesus Christ resplendent in space, His light illuminating the darkness. He spoke with authority: “Stop!” The whole place shook like a six-degree earthquake. The Lord landed beside me, grabbed me with His right hand, and the snake, worms, flame, and spear disappeared. Relief came over me. I said, “Lord, I have undergone extreme torture because You have left me in this place.” The Lord answered, “I have not left you. I have been here with you. But it was necessary that you feel the pain that these people feel in this place so that you can return to the Earth and tell humanity that this place is real and exists.”

SORCERERS AND SATANISTS

The Lord said, "Come, I have to show you another place, a section of Hell called the section of sorcerers and Satanists.” The Lord took me down a little path. We started to enter a place that was full of darkness. I could not see anything except what was illuminated by the Lord. As we were moving, I began to hear rumbling as if there were monsters around. I observed on the left side and I noticed that there were cells. And on the right side, there were also cells. We walked down the road around the cells that had thick bars.

I noticed that in each of these cells there were demons and there was a person who was tormented by these demons there. I understood that the rumblings I was hearing were the noises of demons. Every captive had horrible demons in his cell for torture. And there were screams of pain. In each cell, there was very loud screaming and it was hot.

While we were walking down around these cells, there was a woman who stepped in front of her cell and grabbed my back. She said to me, “Please go to the Earth and tell everybody on the Earth what the Lord is showing you here. Tell the people on the Earth this place exists and it's real.” The Lord asked the lady, “What is your name?” She replied, “My name is Bertrice. I was a witch on Earth. I did a lot of damage to the church. I hurt many churches because Satan promised me part of his kingdom. This is where I ended up.”

When I was observing this woman, I noticed that her left eye was completely disfigured and worms were eating it as if it was their food. Then demons came and took her deep inside her cell. They started torturing her and she was screaming. At that moment, the Lord said to me, “We have to go.”

STEPHEN HAWKING IN HELL

The Lord said, "I'm going to show you another place. I'll show you someone who was famous on Earth.” Later, we stood in front of a cell with thick bars. In the background was a man in a wheelchair. He was crouched with his head down. He could not move and he could not speak.

The Lord told me, “This man denied My existence on the Earth. While he was alive, he made a pact with the devil and he came up with the big bang theory. Now, look at his fate. This man is called Stephen Hawking.”

The Lord said, “On Earth, they said Stephen Hawking was the most intelligent man in the world. He was regarded as the most intelligent scientist in the world, but look at where he has finished his life.” I began to look and I noticed that he was disfigured and he was full of worms that were eating him. He was in tears, but he could not move or talk.

When he saw Jesus Christ in front of him, he began to try to move as if he wanted to stand. He wanted to come to the Lord and speak to Him, but he could not speak. Jesus Christ said to me, “He is asking me mercy. But here there is no mercy and no grace after death. Worms are his bed and worms will cover him." Then the Lord said, "Let's get out of here, I'm going to show you something else.”

THE PUNISHMENT AND REWARD OF DEMONS

The Lord led me to another place where I observed that there was a throne before a platform. The throne was very black and ugly. In front of the throne, there was a platform, and on the edge of the platform, there were many demons. I saw that the throne was vacant. Immediately, I started to observe in space a very elegant and beautiful entity that was landing where the dark throne was.

When the beautiful entity of light was landing, I saw that he was turning into a gruesome, dark, and grotesque entity that was no longer beautiful. He became different. When he went down around the throne, I could not look at the face of this gruesome and terrifying character anymore. Actually, the character was Satan. He was so dark that I could not see him because he was darkness itself. The darkness here became the curtain that was stopping me from seeing him.

Moments later, I began to see that some of the demons that were at the edge of the platform brought in another demon before the throne of Satan. They threw this demon before Satan on the platform. Satan asked the demons that were his staff and protocols, “What happened?” They said to him, “He has failed in his mission.”

While these demons that were the staff of Satan were speaking, they projected images on a huge screen. On this screen, I was watching a church on Earth that was medium size, like in a downtown of a city. In that church, there were three leaders on their knees in front of the pulpit of the church. I saw that two of these leaders were male, and one was a female with a scarf on her head.

Then the demon that was in front of Satan on the platform said, "I was assigned to destroy those three leaders. I sent seduction to them but they did not succumb. I sent smear and backstabbing against them but they turned a deaf ear. The more I fought them, the more their spirits fought back against me and I had to run away from them.” When Satan heard his report, he told the other demons, “You must tie him and imprison him and torture him until I give you the order to set him free.” I observed how these demons grabbed this spirit and started to take him to a cell in order to torture him because he failed to bring down those pastors.

In that moment, another demon stepped towards the platform of the throne of Satan. When he showed up in front of the black throne, he prostrated before him with reverence and said, "Father, I have fulfilled the mission that you sent me to do on the Earth.” Suddenly, another screen appeared before the throne of Satan. A church on Earth was projected on the screen. I observed a pastor who had developed pride in his heart. He was boasting about his achievements and then I saw that he began to fall in love with one of the young ladies of the church.

Immediately the demon said to Satan, “Father, I went to Earth with the mission you gave me. I have managed to destroy that pastor. I succeeded in putting a lying spirit in his mouth so that he speaks lies. I caused him to boast and be proud of everything that he had. I managed to manipulate this pastor in fornication and adultery.”

When he finished speaking, the devil said to him, “You did well, good servant.” Then the devil said to the demons that were his protocol, “Take him to the hall of prizes and gifts so that he can receive his awards.”

Jesus said to me, “Go to Earth and tell them everything that you have seen and heard in this place. If you do not say everything you have seen, you will be in danger. I will demand people’s blood if you shut up. Go to the Earth. Tell them everything I have shown you and tell them about this being that you are observing because he has hatred towards humanity.”

Months later, on the 21st of October in the same year 2017, after leaving the congregation of the church, I got to my house and I started reading the Bible and scrutinize the Scripture. Then I prostrated myself in front of the presence of the Lord and cried for mercy. I never thought that the Lord was going to show me another experience in that place of torment that was horrendous and horrible. It's so bad that I did not want to go back to that place.

When the vision began, I saw a silvery and resplendent Being that began to descend towards where I was. The Lord was accompanied by thousands and millions of angels. I looked and felt a great divine presence of the Spirit of God in my room.

THE ANGELS WORSHIP

The angels that came with the Lord of Light were suspended in the air. I looked at them as they were worshiping the Lord and singing glory to God and blessing the King of kings and the Lord of lords. They were singing, “Blessed be the Lord Jesus, glory be to Him, honor be to Him, praise be to Him, forever and ever. Amen.”

Afterward, the Lord began to descend. He was the only one who descended towards me. I saw that the angels stayed in the air. When He came to me, the Lord said, "It's necessary that I take you again to that place of torment so that you see and tell the people on the Earth what I'm going to show you."

THE LORD’S GLORY

I was shocked to see the Lord coming to me in a human appearance, not that of a spirit. I could see that the Lord was very resplendent. He had a white and shining vestment. I observed that He had a belt crossing His shoulder going down upon which it is written, “King of kings and Lord of lords.” I could see that He had another belt on His waist and His vestment that was pure white. When I tried to look at His face, I could not see His face, because His face was like the sun. It was very resplendent. I had the impression of watching the sun when it is shining in its strength.

Beloved, when I saw the glory of His face, I fell to the ground. The Lord was tremendous. When I fell on the ground, the Lord raised me up and said to me, “Diego, I'm going to show you new things, and you will tell the nations everything I will show you.”

When we started to descend again through that dark black tunnel, I could see nothing because of the darkness. Brothers, as we descended at a great speed in that tunnel of darkness, I felt the evil presence of dark creatures in the tunnel. I could sense great malice, something so ugly and sinister, so awful that I will not be able to describe it. But with the help of the Lord in this hour, I will try to describe with details without forgetting all the things that I saw in that place.

When we begin to descend at great speed, I felt like a shadow passing us by that place. I don't know what it was. Then a very strange and very ugly smoke began to rise from this place and there was a horrible rotten smell. Then I began to feel the heat of the flame of this place. There was a great flame in this place. I was hit by intense and tremendous heat. I began to feel it as we descended through the tunnel. And then I began to listen to the voices that I heard when the Lord showed me the first experience.

THE VOICES OF THE LOST

As we went down the tunnel, the voice of lamentation and cries started to grow. I began to listen to the voices of millions of millions of people crying. Their cries were so sharp that it seems to be one voice. It was awful. In fact, the voices of millions of people that were being tormented in that place were sharp and piercing like a single voice.

When we went down to that place, the Lord took me to a very large cell and told me, “Let's go so that you can look what is inside this cell.” The door was opened without anyone touching it. Jesus did a hand gesture and the door of that cell started to open. We begin to enter that place.

When we entered that cell, there were many chains hanging in that place. Immediately, I noticed hooks at the end of those chains. These hooks look like bait that we have on Earth. The hooks were curved over. On those curved hooks were people that were suspended. There were lost souls that were hanging in that place. And when they saw the Lord Jesus Christ, they started shouting in a great voice.

They said, "Lord, we can not stand this smell. Please get us out of here.” At that moment, I saw bugs and worms coming in the side. And they began to torture these lost souls that were crying to the Lord. I did not see any flame in this section of the abode of the dead. I only saw that people were hanging in the hooks of these chains. At the same time, they were tormented by the worms. There was only darkness in this place. The only light here was the light of our Lord Jesus Christ that was so resplendent and that allowed me to see all those things.

In this darkness I saw dark creatures jumping all over the place. At that moment, I saw that these creatures were moving from one place to another as they threw even more people in this place and they began to torture these people who were hanging on the hooks. People were suffering from tremendous torture.

Jesus says to me, “We have to move away from here.” Then we descended towards the ground. We walked towards the door. He opened the doors again by gesturing His hand. We went out and the gate closed. We stopped listening to the screams that were in that place because they were billions of people who were being tormented by worms and demons that were in that place.

THE CRIES OF THE DAMNED

We walked on the soil of that place. It was like the muddy ground on the Earth. As we walked, I could listen to the terror and the cries of people that were around that place. They cried to the Lord but He could do nothing for them. It was too late. The Lord ignored them and said nothing. I looked at the flames as they were very high and red hot in the middle of the people.

I told the Lord, “Lord, do not leave me in this place. I do not belong to this place.” The Lord told me, “I'm not going to leave you in this place because you don't belong here.” The people who were there shouted and they looked at the Lord and extended their hands. But the Lord did not say anything.

We just walked and walked around this place where there was a very large gate. And the Lord only made one gesture with the hand again and the gates that had something much like a wheel in the bottom part began to open and we entered.

THE DEMONS OF THE GREAT TRIBULATION

When we entered again, it began to close. When we were inside, I noticed that in this place, the ground was wet. The mud was sticking to the side of my skin. I was walking in the wet mud but I could see that it was very muddy. That place was dark and misty.

When I looked deeper into that place, I noticed that there were what seems to be black stones there in that place. The place seems like an immense swamp. On top of these stones, I noticed something like walls and many things.

Suddenly, I noticed these stones were moving. Actually what seems to be stones by the side of the mud and the swamp were actually demonic creatures in camouflage. They were very big, grotesque, and very ugly. They had the shape of toads but their mouths were very long and they had their feet like those of toads. Their tails were like those of a tadpole. I could see that they could jump to a great height and from one place to another.

There was many black stones in that place. But these were camouflage demons. I looked at these huge demons as they began to move. They were really dark and ugly.

As I was wondering in my mind about all this, the Lord told me, “These are demons.”

They were huge in comparison to demons that I saw in other parts of Hell that seems to measure fractions of them. They were even more horrible. I do not have words to describe them. I was observing this part of Hell that was huge. It was like a swamp in a forest. There was no Hellfire here. There was no lost soul here except these huge demons.

Then the Lord said, "This section of Hell is the Valley of Demons.”

I asked the Lord, “What is the purpose of this place?”

There are places that I saw in Hell that made me fear the Lord. There are horrendous and terrifying places you visit with fear when you see them. There was deep darkness here. There was mist in the darkness. In the midst of this fog, I could see shadows moving.

When these demons saw me walking with the Lord in this place, I saw that they were hiding. As the Lord passed by these ugly and huge creatures, they were trembling. There were many of these demons camouflaging as stones. But as we were passing around this swamp, they were shaking.

The Lord said. "It is written in My word, the One who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)

Jesus said. "Satan frequently visits this place.”

I asked the Lord, “Why is Satan visiting this place from time to time?"

The Lord answered, “These demons are preparing and working with the devil for the Great Tribulation.”

The Lord said, "These demons have not yet seen or known the light of the day.”

Jesus said, "These demons have been locked in this place for thousands and thousands of years ago. They are ready and prepared to go out in the Great Tribulation.”

When the Lord began to talk to me about the Great Tribulation, He had tears falling on His cheeks. I sensed the gravity of the horror that will befall humanity in that period. I was moved when I saw how the Lord was crying.

Then the Lord said to me, “Woe to the inhabitants of the Earth because in those days, My Holy Spirit will be taken away from them and I will not be able to do anything for them.”

Jesus told me, “The devil will be your father in those days.” The Lord cried and lamented for the dwellers of the Earth in those great days of tribulation for men have never seen things that are about to happen to this world.

The Lord said to me, “The demons that you are seeing in this section of Hell are the cruelest and ugliest. They have been preparing and are prepared by the devil for the Great Tribulation. You can see that there is no fire here and there are no lost souls here. These demons are not busy. They are preparing for the day they will emerge on the surface of the Earth to torment the world population in those days of calamity and horror.”

The Lord lamented again for what is coming. Then the Lord exhorted me, “Keep speaking up despite the mockery and rejection of My message by some of the unbelievers.”

Failure to speak meant the Lord would ask me to account for the blood of the innocent.

When we started to leave the Valley of Demons, these creatures began to curse the Lord. I have never heard those kinds of curses and I will not repeat them here.

With a hand gesture of the Lord, the door opened. We started to leave that place. The moment we left that place, I began to hear the cries of the lost souls again. These people were screaming and asking for mercy from the Lord but it was too late for them and the Lord did not respond to their cries.

Later, we arrived in another section of the abode of the dead. I could observe many demons gathered together in a meeting. They were very ugly and very big.

FALSE VISIONS AND FALSE REVELATIONS

The Lord said, "Come and I'll show you.”

The Lord said, "The spirit of confusion that is in the air is beginning to move in the congregations.”

Then I heard these demons saying, “These Christians have given us the opportunity to enter their congregations and bring confusion. This is how we will act. We will convince humanity to go back to the world.”

These demons were happy and satisfied with their undertaking. They looked very happy and they were laughing in their meeting.

I heard them saying, “Father, we have achieved the goal that you have set for us.” The devil said, "We will enter and bring confusion in the church.”

The highest one of them spoke. He could not pronounce the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. They were calling Him the Son of the Most High. These demons aimed to counter the visions of Heaven and Hell that the Lord is giving to His servants by creating confusion. They are the spirits of confusion that is moving on the Earth, even in the church.

The Lord told me, “They will bring a lot of confusion.”

The Lord showed me these demons causing false visions and false revelations in order to counter the warning of the Lord to humanity. They were causing visions and dreams that do not belong to the Lord.

The Lord said, "My people must ask for confirmation of each of the visions they receive. They must ask Me for confirmation and I am going to confirm to them.”

The Lord encouraged me to go out in the streets and declare everything that I saw.

He said, "Many will be saved because of what you saw. Remember that I love you. Remember that without holiness, nobody will see Me.”

From that moment we started to leave.