Hell .. one day in 1959 when I got home from school my father started choking, flogging and bashing me (MartinTimothy)

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After school one day in 1959 at age 8 yrs my father started choking flogging and bashing me I began to black out and knew he was killing me, I landed a left to his face and felt a squishing sensation as I landed a right to his gob area and kicked him .. no use blackout, coming around I could not move or shake off the blackness and blacked out again.

Like walking thru a stage curtain I stepped onto a path of white decomposed granite edged with gray blue stone, the path was undulating between hills of cotton wool texture .. along came a man leading a horse I asked if he knew where the path led and he assured me he did, I waited for him to move off planning to make my own way when he told me he had come for me.

I told him I thought I would have to go back, he glanced in the direction I came from and said I won't be going back which was great news to me and brightened me up considerably, I asked if it was his horse and did it have a name he told me it was his and his name is Bukephalus, after a little more chit chat he lifted me up onto the horse who he told me would take me the rest of the way.

Before I took off on the horse I remembered to ask him his name he said "Ah-Leg-Xander," I asked him to take it slower he said "Alexander."

The horse took me slowly at first then at a full gallop me hanging on to its mane, along the path which ended at a pair of open arched gates framed by the same pearl blue gray stone that bordered the path, here the horse indicated I should dismount and as he galloped back so did the path recede with him.

The gates then appeared to be floating in space like the door drifting in space in the TV series The Twilight Zone, the outer view was as for a winter's night the stars of the Milky Way and the constellation Sagittarius, one star appeared to be moving and resolved into the figure of a man striding along a path similar to the one I had been on.

He was middle height aged in his early twenties with light olive skin and dark hair, he was lightly bearded and had long legs, he was attired similar to Alexander in a home spun smock affair tied at the waist and sandals Pisces, he drew near and said "Martin I'm Jesus," he gestured with his right hand down and to his right my gaze following his gesture.

I saw my body on the floor of the bedroom I shared with my brother, Mother had just walked into the room and seen my body and was screaming the house down, like making a performance shrieking .. Jesus said "you can stay with me or you can go back," I told him "I will go back," then instead of looking at him I was looking at the gray linoleum on the bedroom floor.

I was pushing myself up on to my hands when Mother came in she looked at me then walked out without saying anything, next Father came in and did the same .. things never changed much maybe nine days later both parents got stuck into me again, with Mother urging him on to batter me at eight years of age.

Later that year he would present me with the bodies of aborted twins to dispose of in a backyard incinerator, I had spoken up in their favor when Mother announced she was off to have an abortion .. after this flogging I am lying in bed when I hear a voice calling my name "Martin," I did not answer, he called me again and again I don't answer.

He called my name the third time "Martin" I said "who's that" he said "God," the next night I am laying in bed the same voice as the previous night calls "Martin..

 I said "you said you were God,
 He said "I am.
 I said "you're God,
 He said "yes.
 I said "you are actually God,
 He said "yes.
 I said "I hear voices all the time, they are not God,
 He said "no, they're not,
 I said "but you are,
 He said "yes.

I formed an image in my mind of a large sweeping bay of white sand beaches near where I lived in Adelaide South Australia, and asked if he knew how many grains of sand there were, he said he did .. I picked up a handful of sand and told him I have the same problem of being unable to check, then telling him not to look held three grains between thumb and forefinger and asked "how many?" he said "three" I told him ok I believe he is God.

I asked him if he knows everything he said he does, I said "if there was something that you did not know you would not know you did not know it, so you should not really say you know everything," he says he knows that too .. I said "you know there is nothing you do not know" he said "yes," I said "sure."

He asked if I wanted to know anything, I asked him if there is a Hell he said there is then asked if there was anything at all he could do for me, I told him "I would like a guided tour of Hell please", he said "sure are you right" I said "are we going right away he said we were .. it was dark like it was night time from where his voice was coming there just seemed to be a mist of grainy gold light.

He went before me and the wall of the house just seemed to be gone, my spirit body astral body if you will just followed his light and for a moment I saw the outside of the house illuminated by a street light in the rain, then we were aloft and into the clouds and total blackness, after maybe forty seconds there was a light .. I said "I can see a light," he said "that's where we are going and I want to see a good landing."

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The light had resolved into the figure of a man picture King Kong Bundy the great athlete from the world of pro wrestling, that's what this guy looked like.

He wore a full length gown of some brown material over a white full length smock affair Allah said "this is Philemon he will be your guide," Philemon is the warden of Hell I stood still while he received his instructions facing the light, he is a big guy and pale phosphorescent light shone from his person he nodded a couple of times and spoke.

The golden light of Allah faded and the big guy turned to me, we appeared to be standing in the pool of his light on a vast stone plain bare rock and blackness beyond, he said "when you came here you just came through the air right" I said yes I had, he said "this is just the same watch," and he just walks out off of a precipice into a vast abyss..

He is hanging there in mid air and says "come on out," out I go and standing beside him see that we are unsupported a couple of meters from the cliff edge, he starts talking to the stone as he does so the figure of a man resolves among the cracks and ledges at the cliff top, Philemon told me that this is another of the guards of Hell whose instructions are that I should pass.

He said "we are going down" like being in an elevator down we went into Hell, we were going down a long way black stone all the way I began to wonder if there was ever going to be a bottom, when in the gloom one perceived Gothic arches tombs in various stages of construction, eight or nine in number some firmly chiseled giving the appearance of dressed stone others mere outlines carved into the rock.

We were past the overhang of a vast cavern .. our descent had slowed, the ghastly figure of a human being blue white skin stretched over bones shrouded by a mist of fine white hair, crouched chipping stone with a crude mallet and chisel at the entrance to one of the tombs, flees shrieking into its interior at our vertical approach.

Then landing at the top of a steep narrow path beside terraces carved into the rock, on the upper terrace twenty two crouching figures like hologram images their human features become the features and visages of eagles, another terrace below with one hundred and nineteen figures representing lesser raptors, hawks and kites similarly changing appearance from bird to man.

One is blind, there is the mummified body of a man who appears to have been felled by a sword stroke to his left knee then finished off with a sword thrust thru his left eye exiting the back of his head, another terrace below almost hidden in the gloom has eight or nine figures smooth and rounded like stones in a stream bed, some fairly large man sized some smaller.

We take a few more steps down and along the path and reach a landing, there are crouching figures below and ahead Philemon turns to me and says "this is Hell, of all who have entered here none have left," we were standing beside the top of a circular pit no more that ten meters in diameter, containing the crouching figures of one hundred and twenty two comely blue green winged creatures.

Attending them are two hideous demons one in human form though scaled like a snake, the other a small black figure with short thick bat like wings, to our front the wall falls away and dejected amid his defeated company is Satan crouched, his left arm stretched around his drawn up left knee cradling his right arm and shattered right shoulder.

His right leg is amputated high up with a portion of bone sticking out of the raw stump like a leg roast in a butcher's window, a small quantity of dark green blood is pooled on the stone below the wound .. past him three hundred and twenty nine human figures their group profile suggesting the arboreal physiognomy of a low sturdy powerful tree..

Its leaves and branches indeed the heads faces and limbs of the fallen these are the recidivists of Hell, see on the other wall further in past the tombs a low stone shelter maybe four meters long a meter or so high and twelve hundred mm wide built onto the almost vertical slope, this is the dwelling of Chablis the Devil of the Darkness.

Higher the stone levels out and one can perceive in the gloom what looks like a hospital bed with two demon attendants, themselves attended by the green, glowing bearded human figure of another of the guards of Hell, further in thru and beyond the entrance of another cavern faintly illuminated in pale phosphorescence, the dark billows and strong current of an underground river.

A flat bottomed craft is against a stone landing a gaunt straining figure is poling his vessel into the stonework against the fierce pull of the current, this is Charon the Ferryman, the boat is about two thirds laden with the crouching figures of one hundred and two women in twelve rows of eight then six more.

The furthest back a commanding and imposing woman of indeterminate age, black flowing hair with a broad band of silver giving her a badger like appearance, read Dodi Smith's 101 Dalmatians her description of Cruella de Vil surely resembles this lady in Hell with her hundred and one acolytes, Hell is full of similar ironies.

The other passengers each seem to have gone aboard at different times later, the most recent a woman in her fifties her black hair streaked with gray, her bony lezzo's face expressing only anxiety and an immediate readiness for departure, as she and her companions in their turn chant the litany then the response to the Rosary.

The landing had another occupant .. another of the guards in a sentry box affair carved into the stone, a young soldierly type dressed in a full length white smock, his shoulder length fair hair held by a circlet of some bright metallic substance, armed with a broadsword, fixing his gaze upon me like I was a candidate for execution and adjusted his grip on the sword.

I had noted he and his sword were more than capable of causing the death of the mummified body on the terrace and of severing Satan's leg .. Philemon told him to put up the sword explaining I was on tour, I proceeded to go straight ahead when Philemon indicated our way was to the right thru an entrance and into another cavern, then downward via a ramp deeply rutted and strewn with boulders.

**Incredibly a large boulder is inching upward balancing it seemed upon the shoulders of what first appeared to be another stone, the proportion that of a tennis ball and a soccer football the smaller bearing the larger, this is Sisyphus.

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Whose torment described by Homer was to convey a large stone to the top of a similar incline, whereas even as he gets the stone so near to the top does the burden become too much even for this mighty man, in physical form a Tom Thumb yet we know from legend and rhyme that TT was a particularly nice guy, Sisyphus never came to this end by being nice.

The stone topples from his shoulders and rolls back down .. he chases down after it and catches it where sandy floor of the cavern is rolled flat and the sand has slowed the stone, running he gets behind it, checks its motion and hoists it onto his shoulders, he traverses the rolled flat sand and runs up the first third of the twenty meter incline, entering one of many deep ruts in the soil the stone appears to be inching upward of its own volition.

Sysiphus emerges where the rut is shallower with the stone firmly upon his shoulders, upward till unsteadily the stone falls from his grasp and rolls back .. we proceed down the ramp and across a dark sandy place the light coming from my guide the only illumination, our way seemed long .. presently from the darkness ahead came a flash like distant lightning proceeding in that direction a red glow lit the horizon.

Another flash and drawing closer the roar and crackle of flaming fire, the flashes were coming regularly and had become explosions .. we were at the entrance to another giant cavern the inner view as for an industrial furnace, long high stacks of burning bodies like haystacks in a Grant Wood painting stretched to the horizon in three directions, it was great.

Philemon says "this is it" he seems proud and asks "what do you think" I told him I thought it was great .. a mighty flash as a human being atop an adjacent high stack of corpses explodes into a pillar of bright yellow flame, we head in that direction. Thru the glare of the flame the corpse stack is about five meters high, about two hundred long, and open or unfinished after a section of about thirty meters at our end.

Beyond in the fiery haze higher stacks six and seven meters high laid out four hundred meters long by two hundred fifty wide, millions of corpses burning in the fire, standing amid all this is a critter glowing green amid the flame like the other guards, he had a more or less human upper torso however from the waist down he waas shaggy hair, feral hind legs and cloven hooves.

This is a faun he has a goatee beard and a long faun's face with short sharp horns protruding from a mop of curly hair grown right down his spine, he has Mr Spock type pointed ears, he has a dark olive skinned clergyman in a full nelson going on a hammer lock, he breaks into a broad smile when Philemon introduces us, the priest has his eyes fixed upon a patch of soft golden light and has his most sickening pastor's smile on his face.

He proceeds to ask "what's the joke" He does not finish, within the light like on a computer screen the image of well manicured garden and an expensive car on a white gravel driveway, ivy is climbing on a wall past an ecclesiastical arch, a young person decked out for his first communion has got out of the car and the clergyman's speech turns to a scream, as his face freezes into a mask of terror and horror combined.

Bright yellow flame explodes out of his body, while the guard folds the latest entry into Hell backwards and downwards from his knees and locks his inner arm onto an adjacent corpse, from a large box like structure with a square hole in the bottom like the trapdoor on a gallows tethered a couple of meters overhead, tumbles the naked body of a European man.

Picture a spiv from the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, or yet a Muscovite hoodlum white slaver, he crashes a few meters onto the corpse pile the keeper grabs his left ankle and drags him leg first up and locks that ankle into the pile, the Euro is made of stern stuff with his free leg and both arms he tries to climb back up the wall of flaming corpses, too bad about the other ankle.

The keeper grabs him and applies the hammer lock, the golden light appears the victim starts blubbering about being molested in a public toilet while still a teen which does not help his cause any, and he explodes into bright yellow flame .. next a teen suicide blubbers before exploding into flame, then one after the other two elderly Japanese men mutual suicides one supposes, before a Sikh Doctor tries to mitigate before he too explodes into flame.

In the cubicle above dwells Bathomet the Devil of the Fire he greets the fallen from his within his lair, the outer view has another of the ironies of Hell hear the crooner's lyrics "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road," or yet view the classic film The Wizard of Oz wherein adventurers begin their trek upon a yellow brick road, for here in the antechamber of Hell the way is paved with yellow bricks.

in this place you can see the fallen in that moment between death and damnation when they themselves are unsure whether mercy or justice is to be their lot, we know of course.

A Texas Redneck pops up head first out of the yellow paved road as he attains height so does his body achieve form and substance, he looks about down the road a little are four arched gates going the full width of the road they are sealed and appear intimidating, to the front a doorway in a plain wall washed the same yellow color as the paved road like an anonymous entry to a Madrid Bar.

To the right a low wall of some light gray volcanic stone beyond a scree slope of similar volcanic material, at the doorway a figure tall and lean clad in western style jeans and a red check shirt looks like a spiv chalking his cue at a poolroom bar, who looks out the door onto the street and recognizing a like soul beckons him in .. inside the Devil has a mirror, not an ordinary mirror however but a demon mirror that changes shape.

When this particular devil wishes to vex mankind he sends the mirror along, next time you are in the horrors or have the delirium tremens and you see the Wisp you are looking into the Devil's mirror.

Looking in the mirror the Devil sees the Redneck he looks from the front and above chest level much like a goat, in that he has short curved back horns a goats head and a full mane a bit like a lion, he resides behind a counter like affair and in some respects resembles a barman behind a bar where whiskey for instance might be served .. he extends his right appendage, here any resemblance to a quadruped has vanished.

His right arm looks like a long hairy tentacle or a hairy spiders leg, grasped in a coil is a stick about six hundred mm long with a crude replica of a human hand at the end, the Devil flicks it into the doorway from his side, outside the Redneck sees the stud at the door sees the hand beckon in an inviting conspiratorial way, believes his salvation to be at hand and hollers out "hallelujah."

He enters the doorway and his bulk blocks the light taking the next step forward in darkness then inside and he is face to face with the Devil, whose upper body and simpering feral head is illuminated in the red glare from the flames below, who sends this sinner tumbling face like stone into the fire.

Next a rubber faced Quebecois politician pops up he does not like it at all and has time to walk down and take a look at the sealed entrances, he walks back avoiding the doorway in the wall with its spectral doorman and the Devils beckoning hand stick, he decides to tackle the volcanic slope and the scree .. unbeknown to him that way is guarded, four demon eyes on two demon heads have been following his every move.

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The demons resemble small feral humans low browed and rangy, in a trice one leaps upon the others back both falling forward the arms of the upper and the legs of the lower become the fore and hind legs of Cerberus the Hound of Hell .. now have these demons become a demon dog, snarling and snapping it drives the unfortunate to the door, he locks his elbows either side of the opening and faces the dog.

Inside the Devil casts the mirror now become an iron chain with large links lasso's his neck and drags him in .. back at the hearth and two West African brothers, twins in appearance seem overjoyed to actually be in Hell, first one then the other seemed to be digging every moment wide eyed and exited, right up until they started screaming and exploded into flame.

Then a young Caucasian male maybe nine years old absolutely impassive gives out a bit of a squawk when he bursts into fire, then an old man has Old Peoples Home Proprietor written all over him impassive at the fire, doctors, lawyers,clergymen, young and old burning like mad made me feel good.

Watching the sinners burn and looking around Hell, another guard happens along,he is on mobile patrol thru the fire and stops by to see what the fuss is, Philemon introduces him, and for a while there are the three guards and myself watching as sinners are flung into the flames. There are a lot more young people than I had anticipated, Chinese doctors were the most unrepentant and a couple of them aggressively spoke back at the light.

Positive ID's here included Jolly Old Emperor Bokassa one time head man of the Central African Republic, who massacred schoolchildren and had the body of their schoolmaster hanging in his pantry when he was arrested, Myklos, the perpetrator of the 1995 Hillcrest Massacre near Brisbane Australia, wherein he murdered his two beautiful teenage daughters, his in laws his wife then himself.

I had met him a few years before he was a millionaire printer and a boor .. my father and the abortion doctor. Watching them tumble in then burn fatigue began to set in, bearing in mind that when Allah called it was night time, I told Philemon that I had to get a bit of sleep and that I had to attend school the following day, that is if it was not past midnight already.

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We pass and he looks at the ceiling of his dungeon as if beholding Allah his face expressing concern that his friend should abandon him, then from this angle his face is a mass of wrinkles and creases betraying his great age.

The path proceeds to the outer most branches of the Zaqqum Tree described in the Koran and the home for the recidivists of Hell, a recent arrival a young male person is sobbing uncontrollably he would have been a nice looking young man in his day, ironically not unlike a small version of Satan himself who is doing his time as described just a couple of meters away.

The Warden touches him lightly between the shoulder blades at the back, and he lifts his tear stained face to see what wondrous soul could have shown him kindness here, the other residents of this place crowd along the path crying "touch us .. look upon us" and although they are crowded together none are actually touching, and nowhere in Hell do the fallen provide comfort to each other.

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I said I did and was there more, he assured me there was and cast an image into my mind of serried ranks kneeling in the oriental prayer position, tall spires of ash on their shoulders and heads balancing on the balls of both feet and their knees, straight backed, hands on thighs palms downward, fingers together resembling the statues in a Thai temple.

Just where they could be I did not know .. he says to follow him, back thru the first circle past the Tree, Satan and the Swordsman, past Sisyphus straining up the incline with his stone, across the desert and back into the fire cave, down past the place of judgment and explosions of fire every forty seconds or so, thumbs up to the faun racking them up then down between the vast flaming stacks of burning bodies to the nether part of Hell.

As we move further from the front so too are the bodies burnt down, past the yellow green burners at the front to charred corpses further in then burnt charred corpses, flickering blue flame and human coals, then on to a place where the bodies are mere cinders blackened and burned beyond recognition .. a spectral guard here tries to block one's way I sidestep him and he fades away, at this place a huge four armed being dismantles the stacks of charred cinder corpses.

He takes the body and reconstructs it in his four hands then consults a blue green flying creature that has appeared from somewhere which was indeed this sinner's guardian angel during his tenure on Earth, as to whether he will combine whereas if the angel agrees he conveys the body to his right in his two right hands whence the charred metallic body of the sinner crumbles to dust, revealing only the bright white pure human soul.

They rush together and embrace, their union sealed in a blinding flash of arc light that fades to reveal a composite white robed flying creature which departs this place at a rate of knots, otherwise the angel lets out a scream of outrage and horror and takes off like a bat out of Hell.

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That's Hell, the second judgment in the outer darkness is much the same, the girls progress right thru Hell till they come to a body builder who has a horn trumpet attached to a thong around each wrist.

When their time comes the succubus that emerged at the first judgment has drained all the goodness out of the woman's body which has gone up the umbilical cord and has nurtured him, the umbilical cord snaps and the faun critter has become a blue green angel identical to the angels that say yea or nay at the second judgment at the fire.

The bodybuilder .. like this guy is built is mostly indistinct, the guards in the darkness are a more reserved group than their counterparts at the fire, in that his light which shines from a disc above his head is most often very dim., he interviews the newly emerged blue green angel and depending upon the response raises either the trumpet horn in his left hand blowing B flat signaling that there will be no removal.

Or yet he raises the right trumpet horn and blows D .. the released human spirit standing at the place of judgment like an intact Venus de Milo risen from a terrible waste of corpse debris and the angel embrace, within the arc light their union produces the robed figure of a flying angel who wastes no time leaving, the losers collapse, and so does the floor receive them.

Losing all human shape and like a procession of bright white maggots, they make their way toward a place where they will tumble down out of the main body of Hell and be buried in freezing cold volcanic ash .. down until they are liberated when the ashy medium intersects an underground body of water, they are washed out of the ash over a waterfall and into a pool of water.

Here they thaw and dive and plunge about this strange limbo world till they drag themselves up a cinder beach and flop down like seals .. two demon attendants here resemble Asterix The Gaul in the European comic strip of that name, in that they are armored from the waist up and fully helmeted, against the amorous passions of the newly resurrected women, their eyes visible thru a horizontal slot in their helmets.

Handing the girls onto the next level the white light tingles over their skin and they arrive on that level once more in human form as beautiful young women, stark bollicky naked however.

Up the path there is a high arched bridge below just cloud then across and a gateway with no gates on the hinges, inside a dress shop with diamond shaped crystal panes in the windows.

Here the girls get something to wear, this one chose a short sleeve blue and white full length dress with a modest neckline that would not have been out of place among the Amish communities in Pennsylvania, outside the shop there is a family group waiting, one young man a clean limbed type seems a tad self conscious among people he does not know.

Then erupting from the group's center a black shape nor yet human but beast, carnivore tongue extended and feral teeth exposed this is a puppy dog of the poodle variety .. that is what happened in Hell, Mother went to the second judgment after twenty two years and some months, I never witnessed her ordeal but guess she would be no chance to be rescued by her guardian angel.

Father went to judgment after seven years three months I watched him leave Hell facing backwards in September 2000, the Doctor did only eighteen months and went to an unknown future, Myklos who did his family in got five years.. I told Allah after the tour, that I felt injustice was being perpetrated in the matter of Satan and all the inhabitants of the first circle of Hell.

Directing his attention to the monstrously inadequate sentences handed down to my father for instance, and to the Doctor who performed in excess of one hundred and fifty thousand abortions, he replied that the disposition of his slaves was a matter for him and that Hell was not the place for temerity, I went on to negotiate their release after Gog and Magog appealed directly to me that I petition Allah in their favor.

I did that he relented and Hell did empty .. Gog and Magog facilitated the repair of Satan's chest wound and at my behest found and fitted a new right leg and found him a pair of short pants .. never was his dignity compromized, once more called Lucifer I escorted him to the light and handed him into the light the same way as I had observed the demon angels do with the resurrected humans at the end of Hell.

Chablis the Devil of the Darkness, has the ability to split into many miniature replica's of himself, it is extraordinarily good luck to capture one.. I caught one and held it in a bottle for about four years before releasing it into the light, when it coiled out of the bottle and disappeared into the light, I saw it had the form and shape of an oriental dragon.

I told the dragon I would see him and the bottle back on Earth, when he gets here I will be using him as a front line soldier in the Jihad I am in the process of fomenting against the abortion lobby.

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I told the dragon I would see him and the bottle back on Earth, when he gets here I will be using him as a front line soldier in the Jihad I am in the process of fomenting against the abortion lobby.

After taunting Chablis into chasing me .. I assumed the shape of a beautiful woman using my sweet Lizzy as a model, then climbed back up the cliff face at the place where he splatters the woman against the rock, he went berserk with fury and got after me, I had anticipated this and had prepared an opening into the outer world.

Thus viewing Hell from space I drilled a shaft twelve millimeters in diameter using a burr bit attached to the top of my astral head, he pursued me across the first circle then when I shrunk down and shot up the bore hole he sent one of his most trusted miniature replica's of himself after me, I had been training in high speed astral maneuvers and got to the top of the shaft in time to place the neck of the bottle I had stashed there over the hole.

I waited until he cannoned full on onto it then placed in and locked in place the glass stopper that came with the bottle .. he was a small black winged creature resembling a pterodactyl more that a bat, with bright red eyes, horns and a tail with a flattened arrow head shaped tip, if he had a pitchfork he would have been identical to the Devil of popular mythology.

Chablis was enraged he can not harm my astral self however, the place I took the bottled devil is where the blue green angels go when they have refused the advances of their onetime guarded companion, they fly across the ether until they come to a structure much like a sea urchin a sphere with a hole in the top, down thru the hole and imagine that you are inside a lamp the central flame a bright white light.

No glare and easy to look at, ranged around in concentric tiers are a few hundred of the blue green angels all similar but none identical, some are sleeping and some stretching their wings at various times there are a lot of them then sometimes only a few .. variously they approach the light and are lost in the brightness for a few moments until they emerge chattering excitedly, then they get directions and fly off somewhere or take a rest before departing.

I believe Gog and Magog are spirits from the world of stone who somehow began interacting with humanity in an adverse way obviously since they landed in Hell, my plan is to instruct them in the Koran and the ways of Islam, and to direct their attention to the injunction from Allah, re waging Jihad or just war against your attacker.

I will tell these rock spirits to rally their people as Moslems and as soldiers for Allah in the war against the unbelievers, which will be on behalf of those who will otherwise be slain by the abortioners.

He still talks to me and has since told me he has chosen me as his messenger, MT.

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Update 1#: The four sealed gates have been opened, the amnesty I negotiated for Satan all of the inhabitants of the First Circle was passed on and every soul in Hell was released.

For a short time Hell remained empty then began filling again thru both the gates into the OD and the Fire, while the multitude entering via the newly opened gates must be those who have rejected the message.

The place of the Zaqqam Tree remained empty except for two alien recidivist former occupants, the same ones who had been caked in dust who appear to have been in Hell since its inception whose limbs are like threads and their torso's like rope, they stayed about two weeks, by late 2010 an exponential increase of admissions began.

Update 2#: Gog and Magog are back inside .. after initially agreeing they would forsake evil and wickedness and become front line soldiers for Allah, they baulked at the concept of taking orders from a mortal..

They were returned to Hell forthwith and took to fighting in a donnybrook that lasted six months, one brother was slain where after they were both removed before returning a short time later in brand new and much younger bodies.

The Zaqqum area soon filled to capacity with the influx of new arrivals and spilled into the First Circle proper, which too became crowded whence a work gang resembling human workers in every way turned up and built a wall handling huge blocks of stone like styrofoam, above which they built a ramp like structure with a moving surface that heads downward thru a tunnel and onto a vast open plain.

All of the new arrivals being those from the Tree, the First Circle and the Desert were relocated thus .. this Devil neither Baphomet of the Fire nor Chablis from the Outer Darkness, but another Hellish entity who either plucks them bodily off the Earth thru a separate gate, or as their turn comes reaches in and grabs them from the Hellward side of the four sealed gates.

A short round Arab cries "put me down ..put me down," whence the Devil does just that onto the newly built ramp, reforming the same column of four the golden light flicked on for a moment and the voice told the Arab he was there for all time, neither holding hands nor on fire the Devil just let his arms go which fell to his sides, whence he collapsed into a crouch and evacuated his bowels.

The inner side being the foyer area and the Yellow Brick Road the fallen pop up head first four at a time, like demon robots in Bart Simpson's favorite cartoon Itchy and Scratchy, sprinters like delinquent children running up a down escalator in a department store, attempt to outpace the machine before the Devil gets them!

Update 3#: Things continued to change in Hell and several rebuilds took place until we have arrived at the stable situ we have now ..

The ones men and women who enter Hell thru the four newly opened gates are received by a Devil that resembles a giant spider, the fearful creature casts them onto a stony place below that occupies the entire western wall above the desert, they crash onto the stone then slide down a chute into the body of Hell proper.

There they are collected by two fauns who frog march them to a suitable position among millions of their fellows on a vast sandy plain surrounded by jagged mountains, the fauns set them down on their haunches fold their arms across their front and depart .. this one coulda been a suicide says "what's this sh*t" the light flickers on for a moment and he is told he is in Hell whence there will be no removal.

Thus Hell is divided into three main groups, the Fire which only caters to men and the Outer darkness which is only women make up one group whereas all who enter both those places will eventually be released as per testimony above, currently Fire entries number about four per day while around a hundred and twenty or thereabouts women enter the OD every day .. everyone else to the tune of about twenty thousand a day will be in Hell forever.

So the second group in Hell are the millions who occupy the newly opened and eternal middle section, the last and smallest human population in Hell are those in the First Circle numbering as of this date three women and about sixty men, whose additional torment is to witness those women in the OD enter then be thru Hell in just a few days, there are more women entering Hell now each day than entered in one hundred yrs when my mother got there in 1980.

Seven fallen angels have been returned onto the top terrace and eleven more in the next terrace below, one alien out of about nine is back in there a couple of others were in for a short time only, two were very small perfectly presented figures no more than twenty inches in height, another tall figure had hard amber skin like a cockroach, while the Four Gate Spider Devil was relegated to the Pit himself for a couple of days which took the wind out of his [its] sails.

Where the Zaqqum Tree was as per the text above where every sufferer was released with Satan renamed Lucifer in the amnesty of 2010, a population numbering about sixty has been reestablished, about twelve are recidivists who have reentered after having been released in the amnesty, or who went firstly to the Fire then to the place below and on to eventual release, now in the First Circle for their third, final and permanent tenure in Hell.

While the rebuilds were taking place two more separate gates and another vast chamber have been opened up .. a creature resembling a gorilla with hair like a bear who walks upright and straight backed like a man attends both new gates, one on the same flat stretch above the desert a couple of meters past the slide where the Bear Demon Gorilla reaches in and plucks them directly off of the Earth.

Satan / Lucifer did go back into Hell where upon he was attended by the Gorilla Demon whence he regressed backward thru different stages of development unto childhood and infancy..

Before gaining weight once more into the shape of a fortyish Zorba the Greek type who removed from that place in short order never to return.

Following the movements of the Gorilla demon .. like on Google Earth somewhere in Great Britain early morning and rain, in a suburban garage a car with its engine running and a newly deceased male person in the front seat, the Devil takes this suicide by the shoulders and brings him into Hell, another one sitting at a kitchen table in some European place has a pistol he puts to his head and fires, another walks across a farmyard to a barn where he finds a shotgun and places the barrel under his chin and fires.

One more taken in thru the gate is a youngish man who says he has changed his mind and wants to "go back," there is no going back he is there to stay .. the Devil takes him to the slide and casts him into Hell, the other gate is a slit in the rock at ground level below the landing in the First Circle, the few thousand who enter onto a vast sandy plain not unlike the middle section are from a different level of existence than Earthly humans.

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