So it seems like I might be able to publish my thoughts after all. It's been a very long time since I wrote any blog posts and I seem to have lost my ability to access my previous blog it just means I'll have to start another one, and this is it. We'll have to wait and see how this works out.
I'm 68 now and no matter how much I wish I still had the strength and stamina I had, say ten years ago, I don't. I've had two major heart attacks since I wrote anything in a blog post and now have what they call congenital heart failure so my time here in this reality is more than likely pretty short.
BUT I'M STILL ALIVE, and have much to tell you about.
Probably the most important thing I need to tell you; HELL IS REAL.
You firstly need to know that and take God's word to heart. Where else are you going to find the truth, and once you know the truth about anything that comes into your life you'll never be the same again.
I've been to the very gates of hell, it wasn't nice.
let me tell you about what hell is like, or what I saw.
Oh, quite a long time ago I was very badly treated, again, but on this occasion I lost it and had a complete hissy fit at The Lord, and told Him in no uncertain language that I had had enough and I wanted him out of my life, bad move. ( I'll tell you that story later.)
That night I went to bed and that was it, it was over, done. Or so I thought.
Don't turn your back on God or he will kick you arse.
In the middle of the night I woke up but I wasn't here in this world, I was somewhere else, dark but I could still see. Firstly I seemed to be lying in the palm of someone who was on my right side, or to put it differently, in someone's left palm. whoever's palm it was I could not see. I was lying on my back with my arms stretched out straight along my sides. The palm I was lying in was big but not overwhelming. I seemed to be at the same level of the surface I was being supported on by the palm. Whatever this surface was made of I have no idea. It was almost like water but there was nothing there, it was also glass like at the same time and like ether as well, but once again it was as if there was nothing there. In front of me were two eyes looking straight at me with a very menacing stare, they were probably 20 feet in front of me and at the same level as my eyes. Very menacing.
This whole scene was taking pace under what seemed like a hollow dome of darkness, The darkness seemed to be almost gaseous, like a thick fog and the surface I was suspended over stretched out in all directions.Below me were people, writhing in agony, lots of them. Coming up from below them was what I can only describe as octopus tentacle like things but without the suckers and ending in what looked like scorpion stings but straight and seeming to be made of the same type of stuff that beetle shells are made of, same colour and texture. I think this substance is called "chitin."
All these tentacles were piercing people, they were not just coming up but seemed to be like huge worms, never resting but rather writhing and going straight through those in this very dark place. There were masses of tortured people who all seemed to be trying to get away to wherever I was or at least reaching upward, they were not standing but seemed to be in various horizontal positions.
I want to give you a moment to reflect on this; can you imagine being one of those people? They were there, people from times past, they were there already, too late, no escape. I couldn't make head or tail of where I was nor what was happening but a sense of overpowering dread, such as I had never experienced before, came over me and as I could see these tentacles coming up toward me, panic came over me and I cried out, " Help me Jesus," no other name, just Jesus, you know the most mocked and despised name in all of history, Yes, that name. Not Jeshua, not Yahweh, not Buddha, not Mohamed or any other name but the name Jesus.
Immediately I felt myself being lifted up out of wherever I was and awoke in my bed. It was instantaneous. I was in shock and dived to the floor next to my bed and fell to my knees.
I knelt there crying my eyes out, the horror of what had just happened washed over me like a drowning wave.
I had dismissed God and now I could see what the consequences of that action had brought forth. I hated myself beyond just hate but I loathed myself like the excrement I had always been called.
I started praying for forgiveness, but I was unforgivable. I started attending prayer meetings every morning, but I was unforgivable. I read the Bible constantly, but I was unforgivable. this went on for months, my life had collapsed, no job, no money but most of all, no hope. And then one day something happened that brought me to tears of humility all over again.
After a prayer meeting one morning I took a walk down to the rock-pools along the coast, which wasn't far from where the prayer meetings were held, and was walking around on the rocks stepping from one rock outcrop to another and not stepping in the pools. I was talking to the Lord, as I was all the time now, and I asked The Lord, " Lord do you really love me or am I just kidding myself?" ( we are told so often that "Jesus loves you and forgives you.")
Now I've noticed that when I'm miserable and down-cast I walk looking down but not really taking notice of what I'm looking at. Very wrapped up in my own thoughts. Another thing of interest is that rock-pools are very full of life and where I was were lots of rock-pools all brimming over with life. Just after I had asked The Lord whether He loved me or not, I stepped across a rock-pool and somehow or other I noticed a piece of copper pipe, like a piece of off-cut plumbing pipe, sticking out from under a rock in the bottom of the pool. My immediate reaction was "Oh! That can't stay in there it will kill everything in the pool" and bent down to take it out. It wasn't copper,which is toxic to marine life, It was a man's gold wedding band. Oh wow! I rinsed it off and looked for some indication of who this belonged to but there was just the makers stamp.
I had already stopped thinking about my question and tried it on my ring finger but it didn't fit so I tried it on my pinkie finger and it went on. As it slipped on I heard the words;
" I LOVE YOU LIKE A HUSBAND LOVES HIS BRIDE."
These words I didn't hear with my ears or see with my eyes and of course I didn't think about saying anything like that, who, when he hates himself says anything nice to himself, ever? So I didn't hear in my mind. Something profound happened, I heard those words in my soul, with every part of my being and I knew that they had come from The Son of God because that was who I had asked the question of. I had my answer to my prayer and I just knew it was the truth, with all my soul I knew without any shadow of doubt. It's like a young woman about to give birth for the first time, she's been told it is very painful and she believes but after the child is born she now knows without any doubt that child birth is very painful, she stops believing and instead now knows. Like her, I suddenly knew.
When I got back home I opened my Bible and read the first verse I laid eyes on and this is what I read;
" Do you understand what I've done for you?" Years later I still don't but I'm willing to enjoy whatever it is and praise Him and thank him all the days of my life. Thank you Lord Jesus, I love you.
In conclusion I have only this to say, (amongst a million other things) "God is real and so is the opposite. Choose wisely, Heaven is real and so is hell.
Blessings in the name of Jesus, Geoff.
