My Hell Visit on April 4, 2016
I think it is pertinent in context for me to share how the LORD Jesus protected me in Hell no different than He did for Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego after King Nebuchadnezzar threw them into the furnace. I only divulged it publicly two day ago on social media sites. Here I go.
I was in my mom’s village in Guyana. I looked up at the sky. It was covered with a glowing crimson/yellowish color. In an instant, I was in Hell. There were raging fires everywhere leaping high, wide, and far. And I was in the midst of it. I was literally engulfed by fierce and devouring flames. Regardless, I did not feel any heat on my skin or any burning sensation whatsoever. Not a hair on my bald head was singed. Neither did I smell the fires nor the stench of Hell. I felt insulated. Totally! I did not hear any screams or the noise created by the explosive fires. I was deaf to it. All of it! The silence in the midst of unfathomable chaos was stupendous. I was momentarily shocked at being in Hell. How did I get there? I don’t know. I did not see anyone. But someone was in my company. The person was just behind and to my right. I did not know who he was. Then, I heard a loud voice said emphatically, “GO STRAIGHT! GO HOME!” I realized right away a path was before me. But it was hidden by the wall of raging fire. I knew it was the only way out, and I had to go through it by faith. I obeyed the voice. I ran forward. The person followed beside me. The ferocious flames instantly blew a gale-force blast to prevent my momentum. I persisted mindful the only way out was just ahead. Somehow, and to my surprise, the flames immediately parted in absolute obedience to each step forward I ran. I arrived back on earth at that very moment.
“The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them” (Psalm 34:7).
Experience shared by Amarnauth Desmond Somrah in video comments
Had a dream about the fetus in the womb. I touched his heart and it was BEATING STRONGLY. I said: “He’s alive!!” I took him in my arms and nursed the baby. I had a lot of milk and the baby grew and opened his big beautiful brown eyes!! I handed the baby to his mother and said, “ I will buy milk for him!!” The mother did not want to feed him and he lost weight the next day when I weighed him..a few ounces down.
I pleaded with the mother, please! I will buy him milk!!” Then I woke up.
Dream shared by Elizabeth 4icxc in video comments
This morning I was thinking about Jesus’s wounded hands.. If ever a person should have had the utmost care given their hands, it is Jesus.. because He had done nothing but good, and expressed nothing but love with those hands of His. He touched a leper as He healed him.. (and it wasn’t necessary for Him to touch that leper for him to be healed.. His heart was stirred with compassion for the leper); He pulled people out of their deathbeds with those hands. With His hands, He worked with wood to support Mary and her other children after Joseph died. As a servant, He washed the disciples dirty feet with His hands. He picked up the little child to bless with His hands and with His hands He wipes away our tears.
Those hands deserved the utmost expensive nard ointment and a solid gem encased gold ring on His finger., but Jesus is as the child reaching for the injured bird caught in the thorns, to save it from death. Happily he saves the bird , not concerned with the thorn caused bloody wounds. All Jesus ever expressed with His hands was Divine love.
Even when Jesus used His hands to hold the whip that drove the money changers out of the Temple, He wielded that whip with Divine Love.. Not to injure the money changers, but to detox the Temple of the festering greed of alliance with this World’s system.
The Holy Spirit always led His hands, but it was mankind who mistreated them , bludgeoning them with thick iron stake-like nails., damaging the flesh , muscles and nerves in His hands/wrists as His arms were forced out of joint as they hammered them onto the wooden crossbeam of His cross. The cross He was made to carry up Golgotha with those splintered hands of love. The cross made of wood from trees He had once shaped as a carpenter’s son. Trees He had created centuries earlier with His Father and Holy Spirit for this Earth.. made out of love for man and beast.
No, our Lord deserved precious ointment on those hands,! In Heaven, we will see those hands and if He permits, we will kiss them in tears, for what He endured to pull us out of the Thorns of this World and our self, to set us free to embrace Him .. with our hands!