Horrors of Hell Splendors of Heaven by Michael H. Yeager

Author:Michael H. Yeager
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Body, Angelology & Demonology, Near-Death Experience, Christian Life, Religion, Mind & Spirit, Parapsychology, Spiritual Growth, Christian Theology
ISBN: 9780982577592
Publisher: 5 Fold Media
Published: 2010-06-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8 Out of Hell

At that very moment, it was almost like hell itself vomited me out. Incredibly it felt like I was being shot out of a canon. The next thing I knew, I was standing on the edge of a high and steep cliff. No longer was I in hell, but I was standing on the lip of a cliff looking straight down into the ocean of torment I had just been suffering in. The ocean of hell was still bubbling, boiling, and churning. And I could feel some of the heat of it hitting my body. The stench of it was still suffocating. I would say that the cliff was probably over a thousand feet high. As a looked around, I noticed that the land around me was virtually flat, with no vegetation. It all looked like it was compacted brownish, gray soil, with rocks and boulders. As I looked behind me there seemed to be a mountain range on the far horizon. As I looked to my right side, I noticed that in the distance there was what looked to be a wide, dark, slow-flowing river. It was pouring its contents like Niagara Falls over the edge of the cliff into the yawning mouth of hell.

But there was something very strange and eerie about this river. I did not want anything to do with this river. Actually there was this overwhelming desire in my heart to run as far away from it as I could. I knew that there was something very wrong about what I was seeing. In my heart I sensed that whatever the river was, it would bring to me tremendous pain and sorrow perhaps even more so than what I had experienced in the bottomless pit of hell. And yet, with this knowledge, this foreboding and dread in my heart, I knew that I must go to this river. The Spirit of God was prompting me to go and investigate. So instead of running away from this river, I found myself walking along the edge of the cliff, toward the river. As I got closer and closer, I began to tremble and shake. I could barely breathe. I had to take short gasps of breath. I could not believe, and I did not want to believe what I was seeing before my very eyes.

Broad and Wide Road

This broad and wide, dark river was not flowing with water, as I had supposed. It was made up of multitudes and multitudes of people. Masses of humanity without number.

“Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat” (Matt. 7:13).

I could see that there were those of all nations, tongues and peoples. I saw the dress of every religious group you could imagine. Upon this road there was a range of people who were both young and elderly. And by looking at their mannerisms and dress, you could determine to some extent what their livelihoods were.

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