I had a vision/dream of hell once. I was in a room with no windows or doors. It smelled really bad, like rotting flesh and I was bathed in this feeling of being trapped and alone. Woke up sweating and shaking. Dropped to my knees and prayed hard for about an hour.
[[ It smelled really bad, like rotting flesh and I was bathed in this feeling of being trapped and alone. ]]
Reminds me of when I use the bathroom In the morning.
J/K- My farts smell like roses- Of course I hate the smell of roses, but that’s another story-
People joke of ‘going to party with friends in hell’ - but little do they realize, hell is no party- we will be completely alone in hell, except for being attacked repeatedly by demons we won’t be able to see because of the blackness)-
Whether a vision, dram, hallucination (like I think mine was fro m the high fever), or an actual experience, Hell is a most frightening place
I was reading a Christian think tank article once, which revealed that people are NOT going to go there unknowingly- they are going there because they willfully ignored the Holy Spirits call for their whole lives because they willfully do NOT want to bow to God- they will go their willfully- shaking their fists in God’s face from them moment they die to the moment they are sentenced and cast rom heaven- their anger will be so severe, that they will gnash their teeth in violent fury declaring they would rather spend eternity in hell than Accept Christ- and yes, this includes the ‘good people’ who are unsaved too- Even unsaved ‘good people’ harbor a defiant angry unwillingness to heed the promptings of the Holy spirit- They may ‘want heaven’- BUT they want it ONLY on their own terms
Sad that people would choose hell over eternity with God- Hell is going to be a place FILLED with fury, and the sounds in the inky blackness will be both the fury of demons, and the fury and gnashing of teeth of the unsaved I n their complete hatred-
In my late teens I had an experience after taking waaaayyyyyy too much drugs in which I believed I had a glimpse of death. The utter blackness and emptiness and aloneness was staggering. I came out of that experience profoundly changed. It took some time (weeks) to regain my composure.
Both before and after the experience I was an outspoken athiest, but came to the conclusion that there was nothing at all after this life so I better get busy living and make my life count instead of wasting it.
I actually became reasonably successful “making my life count”, until at some point many years later I finally reached the end of myself.
It was then that Jesus had mercy on me and revealed himself. With what I know now, there is nothing to dread. And if my life is to count for anything, He is able to do it.