Zion Train: Hell's V.I.P Section

"HELL’S V.I.P SECTION"

Justus Easeborn


"I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven. [3] And I knew such a man, (whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;)"

Questions about the true existence of Hell fire and the location is answered over and over in the Bible. Testimonies and revelations abound to prove to the world that Hell fire does exist. It is no surprise that it is here in our world but beneath our civilization. My encounter with this place and the Bible references below are my reasons for saying so.

Ephes. 4:9
"Now that He ascended, what is it but that He also descended first into the lower parts of the earth?"

Isaiah 14:9
"Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations."

Isaiah 14:15
"Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit."

MY ACCOUNT
I will share my experience with you, not to my glory but God's.

The spirit realm is more real than you think you know the physical realm. Far back in the year 1985, I said to God, “I would like to see this Hell people talk about.” 17 years after, I found myself at Hell's entrance. I had given up on this request as at the time of my encounter with Hell though.

My visits to Hell took place while I was waiting on the Lord; on the fifth day of a seven day and night fast. It was a regular fast for me every six months interval then.

It was the night of 5th January in 2002, within the hours of 11:00 pm and 12:00 am. I went to bed that night but could not catch some sleep; my sleep was interrupted as if someone was in my room and I was not too sure anybody was in the room either, I was drowsy, restless and turned from side to side, trying to sleep but could not. I would wake up and sleep, wake up and sleep. This continued till about past 12:00 am. Finally, I fell asleep. Just like a dream but  more conscious than that, I was in the midst of some persons I recognized as members of our local Church. Suddenly, I was no more with them but now in a studio; like a radio studio. Collections of worldly music albums passed before me, and there was this rock and roll music playing at the background. I saw Pictures of some wordly musicians on their music albums as they rolled past before my face, but these pictures were not just like earthly ones, they do turn to any angle you wished in your mind to see, more like three dimensional or 3D images. I also heard the song of a late Nigerian musician playing at the background. In his life time he was an important figure in the music industry worldwide. (Due to my Christian upbringing I am not a secular music listener, I often changed TV channel or radio frequencies, and in some cases turned off the set when the station have nothing better to offer.) The background music made me feverish and uncomfortable. I still did not understand a thing or the reason for the studio scene.

FIRST VISIT
All at once I was alone again, I found myself descending into a mass of reflective glassy sea but I was oblivious of what I saw. I tried figuring out what it was but nothing made sense to me. While I wondered what it could be, something fell into it like pebble, and the reflective mass reacted in wave motion. At this point, I was awake, no more sleeping, I was confused and restless, wondering over what I saw. This lasted for three seconds or so, and now I was back to this same place but no more descending, rather, standing inside it. I was eager to know what the reflective mass was; so I quickly looked down, it was not that deep, the depth stopped at my ankle, it looked more like a fog or mist. The ground where I stood was so nauseating; I was standing on some kind of decomposing flesh or tissues, sickness got hold of my whole being. At this point I asked myself a question, (just a thought in my mind anyway) 'Where is this place?' As if someone knew or heard my thought-question, an answer came into my mind like a loud voice within me, "The Place of Hell". It was so real that I was gripped with fear, all I wanted was to go back home. The word 'grip' is due to lack of a better expression to what happened to me, I can also put it this way; I was hugged tight by fear as person to person would. I knew I was not dead. (Please I want to make it clear to anyone reading this: There is no ANNIHILATION in Hell. (Jehovah's Witness fallacy and their related sorts) The reason is simple; the Bible said in Rev 14:11:

"And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name''.

If Saints will be with Jesus for eternity, it suffices to reason that souls in Hell will also be there for eternity. My personal reason to disbelieve annihilation was because I just knew that Hell is eternal as I entered in, and every soul there knew this too. Infact, most of your thought in Hell is about it's eternity; you instinctively know this. The senses of the human spirit are more active and conscious than the physical senses. That was what scared me the most that I let out a big scream with a hope at the same time for each word, "I WANT TO GO". I saw myself roll upward so fast through a dark eerie tunnel (pit) back to my room.

Job 33:28
"He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light".

I could see my body as I lay on the floor of my room; this was so fast that I do not feel the distance from Hell to my room. The diameter of this tunnel (pit) was about 12 feet (3.6m), taking the whole size of the room floor. For about three seconds or so, I was pulled back to this same place, having great dislike for Hell and great fear in me.

SECOND VISIT
I stood in the same place my feet were the last time. I tried to see if I could move about and I noticed I could really move my feet, I had this nudge to see what was going on in other places of this region, I really wanted to see the inferno place too, I knew within me if I moved, the next sight would be the area with fire, but I did not want to see the place of inferno as my experience so far was neither comfortable nor easy on me how much more the inferno. I looked around to see what the place was like. I noticed that souls were sitting down on the ground of this Hell region. The few that stood were attended to by creatures that are strange in form. These are demon beings, having the form of humans but a bit strange in shape. They have elongated abdomen than humans, skin color like that of a pig, large hair pores and having thick scanty body hairs in them. Their hands seemed boneless and flabby as they walked. These beings were not many; few of them attended to souls that arrived this region of Hell. Please understand this, I just knew I was at the V.I.P region of Hell. Note that this is not the final confinement for the new arrivals. Souls appear in this region if they were V.I.Ps on earth, they are later taken out of this region by these creatures. All they do to them before they are taken out is what I don't know except what I saw by myself. These creatures do not need each others assistance to decongest this region, they did so individually by elongating their flabby hands round about the souls, just like a belt would around the waist.

These souls were then lifted from the ground by these beings with apparent ease as if they are almost weightless, walking away with them to another region I believe to be the place with fire. I looked at my right side and there was a man squatting on the ground, he looked like a middle-aged man. He stared at me and asked me, “What is your name?” Here, people are attended to by saying their names. I was so scared that I did not mind him but screamed the more with a hope for each word, 'I WANT TO GO!'  Immediately I was back in my room, I could see the picture frame, wall clock and a few other things that hung on the wall of my room, but they did not appeal to me anymore; my sense of admiration was already marred due to what I had seen thus far in this Place of Hell. My return lasted for about three seconds or so, and I was back again to this same place.

THIRD VISIT
I saw new arrivals appear on a short dead-end runway. They watched in wonder. I could sense the question in their minds as to; what and where is this place? What surprised me again was this: When I look at some persons I could tell their age, country, and the time or century they lived but not their names. I saw a girl from Sweden, 14 years of age, naked and shivering, holding her hands shoulder to shoulder, speechless as she watched in surprise. It seemed to me that new arrivals did not notice my presence as I passed by looking at their faces. I could not even remember having the courage to walk about in this region, I just see things where they were without moving, as if my spirit moved yet standing at the same place, I cannot even explain it because I did not move and I never wanted to. Fear of what to discover if I moved would not let me. There was this man I saw, he was on black trousers and white long-sleeved shirt, bare-head, sexagenarian in appearance. He was given a farm tool, a winnowing fork to dig up something from Hells’ rocky ground by these beings that looked like abnormal humans. Without hesitation, he picked the winnowing fork and dug the rocky ground but could not cause a scratch on the solid hellish ground, yet he continued to dig and these creatures laughed him to scorn as they pointed their fingers at him. As I watched this, something strange happened. The man held the winnowing fork with one of his hands, and with the other he reached down to the floor and gathered some decayed tissues, more like flesh or biodegradable into his hand and began to eat. These creatures laughed the more. Immediately his flesh began to dematerialize from his feet up to his head, it was just like having contact with acidic substance, but his bones remained and he began to float up, there was nothing left in him but bones of his body. He would have floated away but could not let go the winnowing fork, hanging between the tool and Hell's atmosphere.

ATMOSPHERE OF HELL
There is something more strange about this region of Hell I would like to share here. It has no sky but with low rocky ceiling, having dark atmosphere like constant evening, allowing poor visibility of 40 feet (12m) or thereabout. You just know that you are there unprotected and at the mercy of these beings except God intervenes for you. The mountainous walls seem to pulsate in glow of coal fire, but there was no fire in them. In this region, your whole body becomes feverish. Another strange thing is that pains moved about in the atmosphere of this region like unseen flying snakes, wrapping and pushing through our bodies, just the way we feel air in our world. It does surge through our bodies and out again into Hell's atmosphere. It comes like electric shock with low voltage, surging through us mild and slow just like gentle warm breeze would blow on you but with great displeasure, so scary yet normal climate in this region.

Psalm 116:3
"The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of
hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow."

This was not peculiar to me but everybody there was tormented by this same displeasure because I could feel what they feel by looking at them. At this point I screamed again with a hope for each word, 'I WANT TO GO'. I was not transported back like before but remained now in this place. Then another person said to me, “You have to tell your name”. A man who sat by my side asked me the same question that was being put to me all the while, “What is your name?” (All these while, I stood, never sitting in my entire visits). Every time my name was asked there was silence but not absolute silence. Just like the silence you have in a gathering with a speaker and an interpreter pausing for a while then continues again. I turned to look down my right side, where sat another man too. I could not really see souls except those around me as there was poor visibility. I only knew they were there and that I was not alone. I asked this man, “What is your name?” He replied, “Adolphus”, waited briefly and added, “Napoleon Adolphus”. I quickly checked my memory about persons on earth that had that name even in history, but did not come up with anyone. I then said to myself, “When I return to my world I will ask Pastor Maxwell whose that name was, probably he would know. (Pastor Maxwell was my Senior Pastor.) I felt safe with this man since he was more friendly than all that had asked for my name. As I decided to tell him my name, I observed that the noise in this Hell enclosure lessened, this was deliberate as I noticed; to enable them hear my name. But I waited for a time when these beings would be busy with other souls then I could quickly tell the man my name. The way things began to happen around I thought everbody had lost concentration on us. I quickly said to him in low voice for others not to hear, “My name is Easeborn”. One of these beings asked the other, “What did he say his name was?” That one answered, “Easeborn”. The one that asked said to him, “I never heard of that name before.” Another one added, “Me too”. All their discussion was pure English but in American accent. I was surprised they heard me. (I am no world V.I.P, therefore, not known to them.) They all resumed their usual duties and the noise was back as they attended to souls. I now looked down to see the man I just told my name for his possible action of taking me out of this region. To my dismay, he was not what I thought. Immediately he began to change to another form, his body elongated to a funny shape, and he hopped like a frog, then with a shrilly sound, flew like a bat in zig-zag manner into the poor visibility atmosphere and landed somewhere in the midst of other souls who were squatting down in the dark. At this point I knew the hope I had was gone. I knew I was not dead but longed earnestly for my return to earth. With more chagrin, I gathered enough courage and screamed, hoping at the same time for each word in great fear, 'I WANT TO GO'.

FINAL RETURN
I was back into my room and my eyes popped open. It was not a dream anymore even when it seemed to have started that way. All I could do was ponder over what just happened to me. The experience was so horrible. As all I saw passed through my mind, I could not help but cry.  The memory itself hurts. I thought of the souls I left behind to their eternal fate, only at the mercy of those merciless beings if they would be that privileged, but never for all eternity. I was happy that I made it back and not to return to that region in Hell. I could not stand from the pool of my tears due to the heaviness and feverish feeling in my whole body, I was running high temperature so much that I could not really move my body. All I wanted then was to stop the fast and be taken to the hospital by my family, and my greatest challenge was how to reach them since I could not lift myself up. With my eyes dripping with hot tears mixed with pains, I managed to call on the name of Jesus for help as low as I could hear my voice. I was so weak but repeated that name over and over again with strong stress; Jesus, Jesus, oh Jesus!

JESUS VISITS
After a brief while I tried to stand but could not, I rolled from side to side in tears on my room floor. My face turned toward my room ceiling as I rolled on the floor, but the ceiling did not restrain my vision, I could see far into the sky like my room had no roof. Lo and behold, the Lord Jesus was descending into my room! I did not want Him to come to me for fear He would take me back to Hell for more horrible sights which I now detested with great passion, so I said a long slow 'NOoo…!' and I turned my back on Him. He came so close to my ears that I had to close my eyes, expecting to open them up in Hell again. He now whispered into my ears, "Write what you see" (He did not say, “Write what you saw”, rather, "Write what you see"). He immediately disappeared and as He did, all the pain, high temperature and feverish feeling in my body left me like a snap of the finger. I quickly stood on my feet and left my room very fast due to fear of all I saw in this V.I.P region of Hell. By this time it was few minutes pass 2:00 a.m. I quickly moved to my mom's room, slept the rest part of that morning in her room, I could not tell her a thing even when she asked. Doing so was like going back to Hell, the memory hurts greatly. I avoided my room for three days, still feeling that the tunnel to Hell was still under the floor of my room. I could not write anything as Jesus whispered to me to. The reason was because I did not want anything that would remind me of all that I saw, the memory really hurts I did later, though.

MY REMARK
It would take a personal visit for anyone to understand what I saw and felt. My experience was with much anguish to my spirit, soul and body (1 Thess 5:23) that even the memory of it left me with a shrug and goose pimples. This is why I do not want you to have this experience. I strongly advice that you do not seek to have one, it is very scary in the deepest meaning of the word, scary. I may be wrong in my advice but it is that serious. Anyway, God decides. The issue of Hell is not in any way thinkable dystopia, it is as real as a planet with people. The world is more than six billion souls as at the time I had this experience. From Adam to this date, that number and well over had died. Hell is well populated and enlarges itself to take more.

Addendum:
Few years after this experience I sensed in my spirit I would have a divine visitation, I was not sure of what type exactly. I perceived the closeness as the days passed by. I woke one morning but yet to leave my bed. I saw an angel coming down to my room from the sky. I was not expecting this angel to get to me immediately as the distance was very far off. Before I knew it my iron gate that was secured with padlocks was opened without assistance, even the doors to my living room and bedroom was also locked but all now opened. I was not prepared for this visit. As the angel got nearer I stretched my hands toward him, waving to forbid him entrance. I said to him, “I am not ready now”. He stopped, suspended in the air about 8 feet away from my room floor, he wore a smile on his face, and he went away, leaving my gate and doors locked as they were the night before. Later in the years I regretted my action, I have sought the Lord, telling Him how ready I am now. I think there was to be a sequel to my visit when I remember the words of Jesus to my ears, 'WRITE WHAT YOU SEE'.

READERS DUTY
Apostle Paul said in Gal 2:21 "I do not frustrate the grace of God…"

Please do not frustrate the grace of God that brought this material your way today, pass it on before another soul slips into Hell fire. You did not come about this material by chance since nothing happens by chance. God put this (grace) material in your hand probably to warn you for the last time or at your disposal to repost or print out for those without Jesus Christ in their lives to read. Sinners will end up in Hell without Jesus, Christians will also find themselves there if they continue in sin. The experience may not change you but would leave you with a decision to make. Reading this may not change you but would leave you with a choice to make. Never say, Hell does not exist because your pastor, friends, family, parents, logic, theology and church said so, you have heard from me, read the Bible to hear from it too. Hell does exist with entrance but without exit if judgment is passed on you. Heb 9:27; Luke 16:19-31.

You may ask, why was this material not out since January, 2002? The reason is that there had been strong attack on it, lightening coming into my room, crashing my computers, entire file not seen in the computer afterwards, even on retrieval systems. The Truth can only be repressed for a while but not destroyed. Finally, at the appointed time it is out, praise the LORD.

The purpose for my experience in Hell is to share it with the world of sinners, to warn them of Hell.

Are your sins as grave as Judas? Do you also think you would not be forgiven? He said in Isaiah and John;

"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." (Isaiah 1:8)

"...and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." (John 6:37).

You can not afford to postpone your decision to accept Jesus now as your Saviour after reading my experience of Hell, salvation has come your way today, this may be your last chance on earth.

"For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation." 2 Corinthians 6:2.

The End.

If you want to be part of that Body of Christ, please pray this prayer from your heart:

Heavenly Father, I come to You admitting that I am a sinner (Romans 3:23). Right now I choose to turn away from sin, and I ask you to cleanse me, by Your blood, of all unrighteousness. I believe that Your Son, Jesus, died on the cross to take away all my sins.

I also believe that He rose again from the dead so that I may be justified and made righteous through faith in Him (Romans 6:23). I call upon the name of Jesus Christ, to be the Savior and Lord of my life (Acts 2:21). Dear Lord, I choose to follow You, and I ask that you fill me with the power of the Holy Spirit (Luke 11:3).

I hereby renounce the power of Satan and sin over my life, declaring that I am now a born-again child of God (Romans 10:9-10). I am free from sin and full of the righteousness of God, in Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

If you just prayed this prayer by faith, the Word of God has promised that you are now BORN AGAIN! (II Corinthians 5:17). Welcome to the Kingdom of God! Now you have brothers and sisters all around the world. This is the most important decision that you have ever made. Take full advantage of it. Don't go back into the world. The world leads to death, but the fear of God leads to eternal life. At each moment you need to live like it is the last day, and the last time of your life.

Four steps will help you to grow in faith and grace:

1. Read the Bible (I Peter 2:2)

2. Pray (Romans 12:12)

3. Attend Church (Hebrews 10: 25)

4. Share Christ with others (II Corinthians 5:18-20)

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