God Showed Him Both Heaven & Hell

I asked him to tell me the full story and he sent me this private message:

My first experience was when I was probably 8 or 9 somewhere in there. My mom always took me to church and stressed the importance of following God. I was still a little too young to comprehend all of it, so my attention span wasn’t all there, but one thing that got my attention was the fact there was a hell. It’s the first time I really felt concerned.  I knew there were other religions out there, so I wondered how I knew I was picking the right one. So, I said a prayer to God. I said I don’t want to go to hell, so please make sure I’m able to make the right choice. I said that prayer while we were staying at Grandad’s house. His mom had cancer and wasn’t expected to make it through the night. Mom told me to go to bed because they were all going in the room with my great-granny, so I got in bed and covered up. I remember tossing and turning for a few minutes, and I sat up in bed, just bored and not tired yet. I remember just staring at a jar of multicolored marbles on the dresser because I was fascinated by the colors. The while I was staring at the marbles, the room lit up in a soft blueish light. At the same time, an angel came through the window. I just stared at her as she came close to my bed. She came through the window with her arms slightly extended as if she was going to reach out. Her wings were like a hummingbird’s wings. Her dress was white and floated around her, almost like it was underwater. She had long, straight hair and looked like she was around her mid-twenties. Her whole body was almost transparent, with a faint blueish-white color. The best way I can describe it is as if I were looking into a light bulb that was blown when the metal inside knocks off some of the white power on the inside. It’s almost like you can see into the light bulb but can’t see through it. But nothing else happened. As soon as she came through the window and drifted to the foot of my bed, she drifted back out the same way she had come in, probably ten seconds in total. But the biggest thing was the most comforting peace that I felt in those ten seconds. I’ve never to this day felt such a peace as I did during that time. After that, I knew I was praying to the one and only God in heaven.

Shortly after maybe five minutes or so, my mom came into the room and told me she had passed away. I’m wondering if that might have been her. I’ve studied a lot over the years about angels, and I feel like that was her. Because Dr. Mark Hitchcock teaches that all angels are men and we are not angels after we pass away. Angels are always angels. They have never been in human form.  Whether he’s right or not, I’m not sure. But if that was her and not an angel, it’s good to know we will have wings when we go to be with Jesus in heaven.

Some years later, I was maybe 12. I was upstairs in my room playing a video game one night late and paused it so I could run to the bathroom real quick. I was at the point where I held it so long I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to pee.  So I shot up from my bed and went into the next room, running towards the stairs. When I got to the stairs, I stopped immediately. I couldn’t even see the first stair to go down. The whole stairway was completely jet black. I stood there for a second, confused because we had never turned off the little gold chandelier that hung right beside the stairs. There was always the porch light showing through the door, and I could see everything plane as day. What confused me, though, was the bedroom light that I was standing in was on, but the entrance to the stairs was solid black, like the whole room below was filled with black oil. I squatted down to look and started to hear screaming, not like an individual person but like I was on a tall building listening to millions of people screaming. I couldn’t see anything. It sounded like I was miles away from a football game. The screams were loud, but they were far away. Then they started to get louder real quick, like I had just fallen off the building, falling towards the screams. In a matter of seconds, it was like I had fallen in with them. I covered my ears and squatted down on the floor, gritting my teeth so hard I thought I was going to break them. I couldn’t cover my ears enough. The screams were so loud I thought my eardrums were about to bust. I could feel like someone was pushing a sharpened pencil through my ears. I pressed my hand so hard against my head but couldn’t stop the pain in my ears from all the screaming. Then, all at once, it stopped. I opened my eyes and looked around. I could see everything downstairs, plain as day; the chandelier was turned on, the porch light was turned on, and I could see the red carpet, the pine on the stairs, and the antique sewing machine in the corner. I remember every detail about that experience as if it were recorded in my head. I remember the part of the game I was at, the level I was on, the clothes on my floor, and even the pictures on the wall. It’s a memory so ingrained I can repay it in my head like it was a Google Earth search. I had found an arrowhead earlier that day and thought to myself that I must have removed it from a grave site by mistake, so I thought I was witnessing a course or something related to that. Only a few years later, when I started reading about hell, did I realize that’s where I was. On the day of judgment, the unbelievers depart from the Lord and are thrown into the lake of fire. Based on the screaming and falling, I would say the pit was maybe a couple hundred yards deep. I felt the effects the same as if I was actually falling. I fell for about twenty seconds; I had to guess. I’m really concerned about why I was shown these things. Am I held to a higher standard than everyone else? That bothers me because I still mess up. I hope this helps you out, as I hope this was able to help you out. If you need anything, let me know. I’ve got to go to bed. I can’t hardly hold my phone up, lol.