CONFRONTING SATAN IN HELL
In my previous postings I have told you of my severe medical condition that sent me to the intensive care dying. There, I left my body and traveled through space and time and enter the Lake of Fire, the place of the second death. It was there that I swam in the Lake and experienced all of the horror there. From there I travel to Hell Itself where I am confronted by the devil. Here is the story:
I knew that there was no way for anyone to escape from the lake of fire and brimstone, but by some power, I had been removed and transported to another place. It was as if in the blink of an eye, I faded out of the lake and into a different place.
I found myself in what appeared to be a large cave. It was unusual since it was extremely hot. Its rock walls glowed red. The throbbing cracks of the outer crust opened and closed to release pressure from underneath. They were like molten lava in this respect. The glowing red walls appeared to be carved out of a gigantic rock formation. Huge flames frequently shot up along the walls from the floor. Scalding steam shot up through openings in the cave and produced a repugnant, sulfuric odor. I thought that this place must be like what I imagined the center of the earth to be like. Then again, perhaps it was hell.
I turned around and looked in every direction and saw no other living creature. I started walking down a passageway to my left. I was searching for a way out while the flames were shooting up all around me.
All of a sudden, there was an enormous creature standing just five or six feet in front of me. It seemingly appeared from out of nowhere. It was an abominable looking animal. While it had the general physique of a man, it was unlike a man in that it was approximately ten feet tall and four feet wide. Being as close as it was, it towered over me like a monster. It appeared to be extremely strong because its arm and leg muscles bulged like a world-class weightlifter after a work out. In addition, its limbs were as big around as my torso.
Its body was dark brown with shades of black in some areas. Its skin was like dried leather that had been hardened in the fire of this place. This hardened skin was completely covered with extremely sharp thorns like those found on a rose bush. The thorns were of all different sizes, and interestingly, the larger ones had numerous small thorns on them as well. I remember thinking that these thorns would be an extremely good defense against any attacker. Surely anyone who dared to challenge this beast would be shred into pieces. Then it occurred to me that these thorns could be a very effective offensive weapon as well.
As I gazed up toward the face of the beast I saw that its red eyes glared at me with apparent hatred. It head was more like the head of a giant reptile than a man. It seemed to be similar to the head of the dinosaur Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was then that I somehow knew that this beast was the master of this place and that there was no way for me to overcome it; at least not here where it rules.
Amazingly, we stood there looking at each other. The beast glared at me with great disgust, anger and hatred that I could feel reverberate throughout my being. I was feeling these emotions flow through me like electricity. I therefore knew that It hated me with hatred that I had never before imagined—a perfect hatred. This monster found me revolting, disgusting, and repulsive. There are no words that can adequately convey the depth and completeness of this hatred.
I knew that I was in serious trouble and so I tried to run but amazingly, I found that my feet were stuck to the ground. It was as if they had been glued to the rock where I was standing. Then I saw the beast make a series of great thrashing efforts in an effort to move toward me and potentially attack me. But even more amazingly, he also found that his feet were held fast to the ground and that he could not move either.
He sent from above, He took me; He drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those who hated me, for they were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my calamity, but the LORD was my support. (Psalm 18:16 – 18)
I knew that if the beast was not restrained, it would rule over me in the halls of hell. I knew that it was my enemy. I also knew that one way or another the beast would be my torturer:
To deliver such a one to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that his spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord Jesus. (1 Corinthians 5:5)
if released, that it would find sadistic pleasure in my suffering and that my torture would be pure evil.9
Just as they have chosen their own ways, And their soul delights in their abominations, So will I choose their delusions, And bring their fears on them; Because, when I called, no one answered, When I spoke they did not hear; But they did evil before My eyes, And chose that in which I do not delight. (Isaiah 66:3 – 4)
All of these things I somehow knew as if someone had inserted them directly into my mind. I felt them with a very strong emotion. But, the beast was being held in place. Although it continued to strain, it could not get to me. Clearly the Lord was protecting me while at the same time showing me the truth. The devil is real and it hates me with extreme passion. Further it seeks to destroy my life and my purpose.
Next, I am taken to the Judgment Day. I will tell you all about this experience in my next posting.