He had a wild fearless bold face and appears to be about twenty four years old, in human terms crouched down with one only leg he is still fairly large standing he would be a tad over six feet.
Maybe there is the trace of a pout, as Philemon who is of the same tribe as he passes his visage becomes satanic as he beholds his jailer in vile loathing, a turnkey only since both are here by direction of higher authority. We pass and he looks at the ceiling of his dungeon as if beholding Allah his face expressing concern that his friend should abandon him.
Then from this angle his face is a mass of wrinkles and creases betraying his great age. The path proceeds to the outer most branches of the Zaqqum Tree, described in the Koran and the home for the recidivists of Hell. A recent arrival a young male person is sobbing uncontrollably.
He would have been a nice looking young man in his day ironically not unlike a small version of Satan himself who is doing his time as described just a couple of meters away. The Warden touches him lightly between the shoulder blades at the back, and he lifts his tear stained face to see what wondrous soul could have shown him kindness here.
The other residents of this place crowd along the path crying "touch us .. look upon us" and although they are crowded together none are actually touching, and nowhere in Hell do the fallen provide comfort to each other. Philemon produces a whisk from his cloak and whips the souls away from the path, where the lash falls so do the fallen know such marvelous comfort.
Here the way narrows and at this place the tree dwellers are covered with thick dust attesting to the very great length of time of their stay. Our way is now past the Zaqqum Tree we have come to another place called The Outer Darkness the home of mortal women, a vast plain with row upon row of lost souls.
Up this end and close by they are in more or less pristine condition, back further and signs of wear, then right down the back really badly worn corpses eyeballs gone hair, skin, bone and sinew. We go left our way has taken us around a large pillar where the path runs parallel to the front row of femme corpses, and we come to the ladies place of judgment under the ferry landing.
Thus for the underground river the boat and the ferryman was illusion, the blue green water is now an undulating layer of imps, succubi tethered to and feeding upon the fallen, the ferry is now a stony place with one hundred and two reciting the Rosary nonetheless.
The ferryman like the demons in the other place consists of two like beings Gog and Magog, one perched upon the others shoulders the upper asleep the lower alert. The ferryman's pole now a support for the upper slumbering demon, the ticking of the clock in this place is when they change places .. on the upper level the ladies destined to undergo Hell enter.
Here the pale green light of another of the guards and the fake hospital bed with its two demon attendants prevent hysterics, by providing the illusion to the newly arrived and damned woman that she is to be conveyed to some sanatorium place, and a construct not unlike an aquarium .. the woman's perspective is she dies on Earth, testimony says she will be drawn down a tube past an exit leading to a happy place.
The way becomes cold, then colder and colder and tighter and tighter until form and substance is achieved, she is delivered intact and unharmed into the aquarium like enclosure, though she can move and breathe there is very little room to move her feet it is very cold.
In an adjacent place in a fore described dwelling, Chablis the Devil of the Darkness stirs, maybe four meters long tip to tip lean in human shape and going on all fours.
Pointed chin and long crescent moon face, his eyes are tiny peepers at the inner end of conical eye sockets open mouthed he does not seem possessed of a tongue, no tail visible .. he flows across the stone and up the slope glancing from the top into the aquarium, he reaches with his left hand and finds a device seen in the possession of the Joker in a pack of cards.
A stick with the three pointed star and a painted face. "A Marotte is a prop stick with a carved head on it typically carried by a jester or harlequin, the miniature head will often reflect the costume of the jester who carries it, their hats were especially distinctive made of cloth they were floppy with three points called liliripes each of which had a jingle bell at the end." Wikipedia.
In this document the ironies of Hell are described, from the perspective of the woman who is about to be cast into Hell the Devil's marotte resembles in both detail and legend Humpty Dumpty, and like in the verse he is sitting upon a wall. The Devil tweaks his wrist and Humpty's arms and head piece wave, this attracts the horrified attention of our woman.
The Devil's other arm reaches in past an airlock he is a monstrous creature and he takes hold of her by the waist, his touch is freezing and like the passengers on the Titanic that jumped into the icy North Atlantic she suffers Diaphragmatic Paralysis inducing a condition known as Dyspnea, she is unable to inhale or exhale.
He pulls her thru an opening that is altogether too small, placing the marotte back beside the aquarium structure he inspects his prey like King Kong and Fay Wray in the movie KK, then like Vida Blue at Yankee Stadium he pitches her head first into the solid stone of the central pillar of Hell the target zone well defined by splatter marks, she slams into the column and slides down the almost vertical slope before crashing semi conscious into Hell proper.
Dazed and disoriented she hears the clip clop of cloven hooves and the approach of a monstrous creature, horned and hoofed the identical twin of the critter that racks up the sinners in the fire, not ungently he picks her up and takes her to the place where she is to hear the judgment and to be joined onto a vast chain of women's bodies.
The first time here first left turn past the Zuqqum tree, walking with the Warden of Hell along past a long row of women bodies all crouched holding hands, two in from the end and there's Mum.
She died under aggravated circumstances in 1980, there were signs of a struggle part of the door frame was broken as though someone was hanging on with finger and nail yet dragged away and killed, Father drew one's attention to it, he said he did it in his grief. I was working as a rigger on a ninety seven meter tower in the Queensland town of Dalby.
The groundy radioed the tower that the local police wished to talk they said ring home and Father told me she had passed away thru the night, he would not let me view her body. I wanted to see whether her fingers were bruised, prior to his own death in 1993 I told him that before any reconciliation could take place he would have to tell me again about how he should not have let me live.
This was after presenting me with the bodies of the aborted twins in 1959, he went into Hell praising God totally fooled by the illusory doorman and the Fire Devil's hand stick, so while I was camped out overnight in the back blocks of Hell twenty one years had passed on Earth .. she did not look any different a bit tense is all, I did not dwell on her circumstances and continued the tour.
Here the racker up of the dead picks them up by their elbows after they have tumbled down after slamming into the stonework, drags them their heels dragging the few meters adjacent to where Philemon customarily stands, which is the judgment place of the outer darkness, a soft golden light shaped like a television screen appears and the wrong doer will see just what has gotten her into Hell.
An elegant African lady is in the hands of the monster as we approach, she is transfixed at the images in the light the gentle touch of the giant has relieved the symptom of dyspenia and canceled the diaphragmatic paralysis caused by the chill touch of the Devil, "no" she says "no .. no-oooo," the last breath she took in was in the breathable air of the aquarium which remained frozen in her body till now.
She breathes in and is paralyzed by a symptom resembling Carbon Dioxide Paralysis of the Respiratory System and collapses at the knees, the demon locks her hand and fingers to the woman on her left, and a tremor goes thru the whole of the outer darkness as the slack is taken in and the place at the front is ready for the next customer, she is not long in arriving.
It is a malnourished looking peroxide blond with close cropped hair you might see her at a pro abortion rally or voting for Hillary Clinton, she starts screaming "I don't believe ..I don't believe, until she runs out of puff and locks up and gets locked in.
The next is a small dark Woman in her late years from some Mediterranean place, within the light high top limo's from a bygone era and an assassination outside of an immigrant barbershop, she watches smug from an upstairs window across the street, she screams abuse in some home dialect straight into the light, the scream dying on her lips as she locks up and joins the chain.
So this is the outer darkness then, having a good look about the ranks of bodies stretched to the horizon in three directions, as the body is racked up and chained on a succubus rises out of the physical entity that was recently a human being walking abroad upon the planet Earth, it first looks like a balloon tethered with a cord down the spine and out of the head of the deceased.
Within the body of the balloon a faun critter like a miniature version of the racker, shaggy haired feral legs and cloven hooves a curly mop of hair with horns and pointed ears, I would later learn that this being will be the judge at the second judgment .. looking about and taking it all in I tell Philemon it was great and thanks very much for the tour, he says he thought I wanted to see the whole of Hell.
I said I did and was there more, he assured me there was and cast an image into my mind of serried ranks kneeling in the oriental prayer position..
Tall spires of ash on their shoulders and heads balancing on the balls of both feet and their knees, straight backed, hands on thighs palms downward, fingers together resembling the statues in a Thai temple. Just where they could be I did not know .. he says to follow him.
Back thru the first circle past the Tree, Satan and the Swordsman, past Sisyphus straining up the incline with his stone, across the desert and back into the fire cave, down past the place of judgment and explosions of fire every forty seconds or so, thumbs up to the faun racking them up, then down between the vast flaming stacks of burning bodies to the nether part of Hell.
As we move further from the front so too are the bodies burnt down, past the yellow green burners at the front to charred corpses further in, then burnt charred corpses, flickering blue flame and human coals, on to a place where the bodies are mere cinders blackened and burned beyond recognition.
A spectral guard here tries to block one's way I sidestep him and he fades away, at this place a huge four armed being dismantles the stacks of charred cinder corpses. He takes the body and reconstructs it in his marvelously dexterous hands, he consults a blue green flying creature that has appeared from somewhere.
Which was indeed this sinner's guardian angel during his tenure on Earth as to whether he will re combine, whereas if the angel agrees he conveys the body to his right in his two right hands, whence the charred metallic body of the sinner crumbles to dust revealing only the bright white pure human soul, they rush together and embrace their union sealed in a blinding flash of arc light.
That fades to reveal a composite white robed flying creature which departs this place at a rate of knots. Otherwise the angel lets out a scream of outrage and horror and takes off like a bat out of Hell .. thus in place in the two left hands of the Angel of the Second Judgment Philemon did tell me his name which I have forgotten..
He is a pretty cool guy notwithstanding he looks a bit like a snake just jutting up out of the ground with his four arms, he has a mustache and a part in his hair and looks a bit like Sir Richard Hadlee the great New Zealand sportsman. So the fella in his two left hands is placed alongside another of his kind. They are in a column of six like the chain of women in the outer darkness.
Some unseen mechanism is causing the column to move like a snake of its own volition taking the men backwards out of the fire chamber .. thru and beyond another overhang they turn 90 degrees toward the front, thus looking back into the fire red hot volcanic cinders alight like snow upon their heads and shoulders.
Here they resemble the statues in a Thai temple, then only their faces and eyes are visible as the ash buries them .. on downward and deeper into Hell the time for remorse long gone, the underground column comes to a trip place where the bodies do another pivot, with the men now facing forward, the column of the damned continues downward where in this place of dust and ash the fallen sleep.
Nor yet is their journey thru Hell over, deeper and deeper goes the column of six and its company of snoring losers, two weeks pass on Earth and the column intersects an underground stream.
In this place of water and steam, where the pious man looks toward heaven bitter and beaten a witness of failure and dashed hope, in vindication of the prophesy of John the Baptist that "all flesh shall know the salvation of God," the damned are raised. Two two hundred kilo attendants looking like funny parody drawings of Cherubs.
With loose skin and tiny wings on an overgrown wrestler's body, one reaches out his hand where the column goes over a hump and the ranks open out, he takes the hand of the soul of the sinner who has been in the Eastern prayer position for as many weeks .. while this is an elegant pose it produces physical agony after only a short time.
The attendant assists him up then massages him up and down the legs, toweling down his upper body with a cloth he keeps over his shoulder .. the sinner is an ancient Walter Brennan type you gotta believe just how old this man is, never would anybody really encounter any person on Earth this old.
Old or not and notwithstanding his double trip thru Hell he is jaunty and full of witticisms toward the demon attendant, he thinks he is still in hospital and tells the demon about this really vivid dream he was having until woken, the attendant has heard it all before and mumbles something.
He has massaged both legs and feet and done his upper body and arms with the towel, he dips it into a stone basin of water then wrings it out and does his face and ears. Walter is still chattering away as the wrestler hands him up to his brother who is up a couple of steps on another landing.
When he passes from one brother to the other, so does a shiver of white light commence from the brother's fingertips, then go right thru the newly resurrected sinners body, until he is fully up on the landing once more a young man in the full vigor of youth, whence the guard directs him to a then unknown destination.
The next sinner freed is a wizened little bloke could have been a gunslinger in the wild west mouth just a slit and cold eyes, untalkative he is toweled down and rubbed, he thanks the attendant who passes him on to his brother .. the next is a Dyak head hunter maybe from the island nation of Borneo, an incredibly old little dark skinned man seems happy to be going.
I pass with him onto the next level, he approaches a gate beyond the gate his extended family his grandfather, his mother and his brothers and sisters are overjoyed to have him back.
The next there is a Caucasian youth his beautiful wife and children their features indistinct from my perspective greet him .. the column of annealed metallic corpses progresses a little further, until they are ground to atoms after tumbling into an ash whirlpool resembling a bottomless pit.
That's Hell .. the second judgment in the outer darkness is much the same, the girls progress right thru Hell till they come to a body builder who has a horn trumpet attached to a thong around each wrist.
When their time comes the succubus that emerged at the first judgment, has drained all the goodness out of the woman's body which has gone up the umbilical cord and has nurtured him, the umbilical cord snaps and the newly hatched faun emerges. Thus woman's guardian angels are indeed proto fauns.
Whereas male persons are accompanied by a different class of angel, when the angel fauns decline to recombine they are reborn as fauns on suitable worlds. The bodybuilder .. like this guy is built is mostly indistinct, the guards in the darkness are a more reserved group than their counterparts at the fire, in that his light which shines from a disc above his head is most often very dim.
He interviews the angel and depending upon the response, raises either the trumpet horn in his left hand blowing B flat signaling that there will be no removal. Or yet he raises the right trumpet horn and blows D .. the released human spirit standing at the place of judgment like an intact Venus de Milo risen from a terrible waste of corpse debris and the angel embrace, within the arc light their union produces the robed figure of a flying angel emerges who wastes no time leaving.
The losers collapse and so does the floor receive them, losing all human shape and like a procession of bright white maggots, they make their way toward a place where they will tumble down out of the main body of Hell and be buried in freezing cold volcanic ash .. down until they are liberated when the ashy medium intersects an underground body of water.
They are washed out of the ash over a waterfall and into a pool of water where they dive and plunge about in this strange limbo world till they drag themselves up on a cinder beach and flop down like seals .. two demon attendants here resemble Asterix The Gaul in the European comic strip of that name.
In that they are armored from the waist up and fully helmeted against the amorous passions of the newly resurrected women, their eyes visible thru a horizontal slot in their helmets. Handing the girls onto the next level, the white light tingles over their skin and they arrive on that level once more in human form as beautiful young women, stark bollicky naked however.
Up the path there is a high arched bridge, below just cloud then across and a gateway with no gates on the hinges, inside a dress shop with diamond shaped crystal panes in the windows. Here the girls get something to wear. This girl chose a short sleeve blue and white full length dress with a modest neckline that would not have been out of place among the Amish communities in Pennsylvania.
Outside the shop there is a family group waiting, one young man a clean limbed type seems a tad self conscious among people he does not know, then erupting from the group's center a black shape nor yet human but beast, carnivore tongue extended and feral teeth exposed this is a puppy dog of the poodle variety.
That is what happened in Hell, Mother went to the second judgment after twenty two years and some months, I never witnessed her ordeal but guess she would be no chance to be rescued by her guardian angel. Father went to judgment after seven years three months I watched him leave Hell facing backwards in September 2000, the Doctor did only eighteen months and went to an unknown future.
Myklos who did his family in got five years.. I told Allah after the tour I felt injustice was being perpetrated in the matter of Satan and all of the inhabitants of the first circle of Hell. Directing his attention to the monstrously inadequate sentences handed down to my father for instance, and to the Doctor who performed in excess of one hundred and fifty thousand abortions.
He replied the disposition of his slaves was a matter for him and that Hell was not the place for temerity, I went on to negotiate their release after Gog and Magog appealed directly to me that I petition Allah in their favor.
I did that he relented and Hell did empty .. Gog and Magog facilitated the repair of Satan's chest wound, and found and fitted him with a new right leg and a pair of short pants, never was his dignity compromised. Once more called Lucifer I escorted him to the light and handed him into the light, the same way I had seen the demon angels do with the resurrected humans at the end of Hell.
Chablis the Devil of the Darkness has the ability to split into many miniature replica's of himself, it is extraordinarily good luck to capture one, I caught one and held it in a bottle for about four years before releasing it into the light, when it coiled out of the bottle and disappeared into the light I saw it had the form and shape of an oriental dragon.
I told the dragon I would see him and the bottle back on Earth. When he gets here I will be using him as a front line soldier in the Jihad I am in the process of fomenting against the abortion lobby. After taunting Chablis into chasing me, I had assumed the shape of a beautiful woman using my sweet Lizzy as a model, then climbed back up the cliff face where he splatters the woman against the rock, he went berserk with fury and got after me.
I had anticipated this and had prepared an opening into the outer world, thus viewing Hell from space I drilled a shaft twelve millimeters in diameter using a burr bit attached to the top of my astral head, he pursued me across the first circle, when I shrunk down and shot up the bore hole he sent one of his most trusted miniature replica's of himself after me. I had been training in high speed astral maneuvers.
And got to the top of the shaft in time to place the neck of the bottle I had stashed there over the hole, when he cannoned full on onto it I placed in and locked in place the glass stopper that came with the bottle. He was a small black winged creature resembling a pterodactyl more that a bat.
With bright red eyes, horns and a tail with a flattened arrow head shaped tip, if he had a pitchfork he would have been identical to the Devil of popular mythology. Chablis was enraged he can not harm my astral self however, the place I took the bottled devil is where the blue green angels go when they have refused the advances of their onetime guarded companion.
They fly across the ether until they come to a structure much like a sea urchin a sphere with a hole in the top, down thru the hole and imagine that you are inside a lamp the central flame a bright white light, no glare and easy to look at, ranged around in concentric tiers are a few hundred of the blue green angels all similar but none identical.
Some are sleeping and some stretching their wings at various times there are a lot of them then sometimes only a few. Variously they approach the light and are lost in the brightness for a few moments until they emerge chattering excitedly, then they get directions and fly off somewhere or take a rest before departing.
I believe Gog and Magog are spirits from the world of stone, who somehow began interacting with humanity in an adverse way obviously since they landed in Hell, my plan is to instruct them in the Koran and the ways of Islam, and to direct their attention to the injunction from Allah re waging Jihad or just war against your attacker.
I will tell these rock spirits to rally their people as Moslems and as soldiers for Allah in the war against the unbelievers, which will be on behalf of those who will otherwise be slain by the abortioners .. he still talks to me and has since told me he has chosen me as his messenger, MT.
F16 Said, "it's that labor union .. cops on the beat do the same thing federal, state, and city cops they're all in it together, with the same murderous hate in their eyes."
Thanks for the reply, I am not sure where the unions fit in just the same ..
Ok I will just present a synopsis of what has happened in Hell since I first went there in 1959, I can still either see it all thru a window a la a compu screen or my astral self can actually enter, I start off in the Outer Darkness and check my location against the stone background and floor.
To the left the warden and another faun receive the women who enter via the upper gate controlled by Chablis the Devil of the Darkness, two demons and another guard, this place is the easiest pitch in Hell and the women who enter go to the second judgement after about eight days, to the right the path that starts at the level of the upper terrace described above, that goes the full length of the chamber to the place of the second judgement.
Lined up against the wall are those human and alien figures who are destined to enter the First Circle of Hell, they start off as small dark shapes which resolve into a human figures seated on the stone with their back to the wall, head down peeping over their drawn up knees to left and right, as the days pass so does the figure fill out and attain height as the body physically ages.
After about six days the creature who runs this place the gorilla bear described above, takes the person just a few meters inwards to where the chamber opens out a little, which was the traditional place of the Zaqqum Tree in the First Circle, the ageing process continues in this place until the consignee arrives at the same age he was in the previous existence.
They stay in this part of the FC for about another six days before being relocated by the same attendant into the main part of Hell .. the latest entries are giants, the first one about a few months back was a black negro man about ten feet tall, the next was a trifle shorter at about eight feet or so, the next one at about eighteen feet put the matter beyond all doubt, while the latest giant entry stands every inch of forty feet tall.
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He could only just fit down the slide and when he got to the bottom a swarm of fauns bound and fastened him seated long legged onto a sled, then thirty or so pushing from behind and pulling on ropes at the front, where they most certainly resembled Egyptian laborers moving vast blocks of stone during the construction of the pyramids, hauled the entire construct along and further in toward the back.
They got to the place he was to stay, there the fauns loosened the bindings and the giant stood full height for a moment before collapsing into the same crouch as all the others in this place, the fauns packed up the ropes and the sled and headed back to the front where they resumed their normal duties .. there are about seven giants lined up against the wall waiting to go thru at this time with a couple more in the inner part.
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These are the next eight files from the FC there are about eighty in all, it takes a fair while to bring them into focus .. you can take any of this however you like every word is the absolute truth, HAND :)
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