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When I got home from school one day in 1959 my father started choking flogging and bashing me I began to black out and knew he was killing me, I landed a left to his face and felt a squishing sensation as I landed a right to his gob area and kicked him .. no use blackout, coming around I could not move or shake off the blackness and blacked out again.

Like walking thru a stage curtain I stepped onto a path of white decomposed granite edged with gray blue stone, the path was undulating between hills of cotton wool texture .. along came a man leading a horse I asked if he knew where the path led and he assured me he did, I waited for him to move off planning to make my own way when he told me he had come for me.

I told him I thought I would have to go back, he glanced in the direction I came from and said I won't be going back which was great news to me and brightened me up considerably, I asked if it was his horse and did it have a name he told me it was his and his name is Bukephalus, after a little more chit chat he lifted me up onto the horse who he told me would take me the rest of the way.

Before I took off on the horse I remembered to ask him his name he said "Ah-Leg-Xander," I asked him to take it slower he said "Alexander."

The horse took me slowly at first then at a full gallop me hanging on to its mane, along the path which ended at a pair of open arched gates framed by the same pearl blue gray stone that bordered the path, here the horse indicated I should dismount and as he galloped back so did the path recede with him.

The gates then appeared to be floating in space like the door drifting in space in the TV series The Twilight Zone, the outer view was as for a winter's night the stars of the Milky Way and the constellation Sagittarius, one star appeared to be moving and resolved into the figure of a man striding along a path similar to the one I had been on.

He was middle height aged in his early twenties with light olive skin and dark hair, he was lightly bearded and had long legs, he was attired similar to Alexander in a home spun smock affair tied at the waist and sandals Pisces.

He drew near and said "Martin I'm Jesus," he gestured with his right hand down and to his right my gaze following his gesture..

I saw my body on the floor of the bedroom I shared with my brother, Mother had just walked into the room and seen my body and was screaming the house down, like making a performance shrieking .. Jesus said "you can stay with me or you can go back," I told him "I will go back," then instead of looking at him I was looking at the gray linoleum on the bedroom floor.

I was pushing myself up on to my hands when Mother came in she looked at me then walked out without saying anything, next Father came in and did the same .. things never changed much maybe nine days later both parents got stuck into me again, with Mother urging him on to batter me at eight years of age.

Later that year he would present me with the bodies of aborted twins to dispose of in a backyard incinerator, I had spoken up in their favor when Mother announced she was off to have an abortion .. after this flogging I am lying in bed when I hear a voice calling my name "Martin," I did not answer, he called me again and again I don't answer.

He called my name the third time "Martin" I said "who's that" he said "God," the next night I am laying in bed the same voice as the previous night calls "Martin..

I said "you said you were God, He said "I am. I said "you're God, He said "yes. I said "you are actually God, He said "yes. I said "I hear voices all the time, they are not God, He said "no, they're not, I said "but you are, He said "yes.

I formed an image in my mind of a large sweeping bay of white sand beaches near where I lived in Adelaide South Australia, and asked if he knew how many grains of sand there were, he said he did .. I picked up a handful of sand and told him I have the same problem of being unable to check, then telling him not to look held three grains between thumb and forefinger and asked "how many?" he said "three" I told him ok I believe he is God.

I asked him if he knows everything he said he does, I said "if there was something that you did not know you would not know you did not know it, so you should not really say you know everything," he says he knows that too .. I said "you know there is nothing you do not know" he said "yes," I said "sure."

He asked if I wanted to know anything, I asked him if there is a Hell he said there is then asked if there was anything at all he could do for me, I told him "I would like a guided tour of Hell please", he said "sure are you right" I said "are we going right away he said we were .. it was dark like it was night time from where his voice was coming there just seemed to be a mist of grainy gold light.

He went before me and the wall of the house just seemed to be gone, my spirit body astral body if you will just followed his light and for a moment I saw the outside of the house illuminated by a street light in the rain, then we were aloft and into the clouds and total blackness, after maybe forty seconds there was a light .. I said "I can see a light," he said "that's where we are going and I want to see a good landing."

The light resolved into the figure of a man picture King Kong Bundy the great athlete from the world of pro wrestling, that's what this guy looked like, he wore a full length gown of some brown material over a white full length smock affair Allah said "this is Philemon he will be your guide," Philemon is the warden of Hell I stood still while he received his instructions facing the light, he is a big guy and pale phosphorescent light shone from his person he nodded a couple of times and spoke.

The golden light of Allah faded and the big guy turned to me, we appeared to be standing in the pool of his light on a vast stone plain bare rock and blackness beyond, he said "when you came here you just came through the air right" I said yes I had, he said "this is just the same watch," and he just walks out off of a precipice into a vast abyss..

He is hanging there in mid air and says "come on out," out I go and standing beside him see that we are unsupported a couple of meters from the cliff edge, he starts talking to the stone as he does the figure of a man resolves among the cracks and ledges at the cliff top, Philemon told me this is another of the guards of Hell whose instructions are that I should pass.

He said "we are going down" like being in an elevator down we went into Hell, we were going down a long way black stone all the way I began to wonder if there was ever going to be a bottom, when in the gloom one perceived Gothic arches tombs in various stages of construction, eight or nine in number some firmly chiseled giving the appearance of dressed stone others mere outlines carved into the rock. We were past the overhang of a vast cavern .. our descent had slowed.

The ghastly figure of a human being blue white skin stretched over bones shrouded by a mist of fine white hair Crouched chipping stone with a crude mallet and chisel at the entrance to one of the tombs, flees shrieking into its interior at our vertical approach.

Then landing at the top of a steep narrow path beside terraces carved into the rock, on the upper terrace twenty two crouching figures like hologram images their human features become the features and visages of eagles, another terrace below with one hundred and nineteen figures representing lesser raptors, hawks and kites similarly changing appearance from bird to man.

One is blind, there is the mummified body of a man who appears to have been felled by a sword stroke to his left knee then finished off with a sword thrust thru his left eye exiting the back of his head, another terrace below almost hidden in the gloom has eight or nine figures smooth and rounded like stones in a stream bed, some fairly large man sized some smaller.

We take a few more steps down and along the path and reach a landing there are crouching figures below and ahead, Philemon turns to me and says "this is Hell, of all who have entered here none have left," we were standing at the top of a circular pit no more than a few meters in diameter, containing the crouching figures of one hundred and twenty two comely blue green winged creatures.

Attending them are two hideous demons one in human form though scaled like a snake, the other a small black figure with short thick bat like wings.

To our front the wall falls away and dejected amid his defeated company is Satan crouched, his left arm stretched around his drawn up left knee cradling his right arm and shattered right shoulder, his right leg is amputated high up with a portion of bone sticking out of the raw stump like a leg roast in a butcher's window.

A small quantity of dark green blood is pooled on the stone below the wound .. past him three hundred and twenty nine human figures their group profile suggesting the arboreal physiognomy of a low sturdy powerful tree, its leaves and branches indeed the heads faces and limbs of the fallen these are the recidivists of Hell.

See on the other wall further in past the tombs a low stone shelter maybe four meters long a meter or so high and twelve hundred mm wide built onto the almost vertical slope, this is the dwelling of Chablis the Devil of the Darkness.

Higher the stone levels out and one can perceive in the gloom what looks like a hospital bed with two demon attendants, themselves attended by the green, glowing bearded human figure of another of the guards of Hell, further in thru and beyond the entrance of another cavern faintly illuminated in pale phosphorescence, the dark billows and strong current of an underground river.

A flat bottomed craft is against a stone landing a gaunt straining figure is poling his vessel into the stonework against the fierce pull of the current..

This is Charon the Ferryman, the boat is about two thirds laden with the crouching figures of one hundred and two women in twelve rows of eight then six more.

The furthest back a commanding and imposing woman of indeterminate age, black flowing hair with a broad band of silver giving her a curious badger like appearance, read Dodie Smith's book 101 Dalmatians, her description of Cruella de Vil surely resembles this lady in Hell with her hundred and one acolytes .. Hell is full of similar ironies.

The other passengers each seem to have gone aboard at different times later, the most recent a woman in her fifties her black hair streaked with gray, her bony lezzo's face expressing only anxiety and an immediate readiness for departure, as she and her companions in their turn chant the litany then the response to the Rosary.

The landing had another occupant .. another of the guards in a sentry box affair carved into the stone, a young soldierly type dressed in a full length white smock, his shoulder length fair hair held by a circlet of some bright metallic substance, armed with a broadsword he fixed his gaze upon me like I was a candidate for execution and adjusted his grip on the sword.

I had noted he and his sword were more than capable of causing the death of the mummified body on the terrace and of severing Satan's leg .. Philemon told him to put up the sword explaining I was on tour, I proceeded to go straight ahead when Philemon indicated our way was to the right thru an entrance and into another cavern, then downward via a ramp deeply rutted and strewn with boulders.

Incredibly one large boulder is inching upward balancing it seemed upon the shoulders of what first appeared to be another stone, the proportion that of a tennis ball and a basketball the smaller bearing the larger.

This is Sisyphus whose torment described by Homer was to convey a large stone to the top of a similar incline, whereas even as he gets the stone so near to the top does the burden become too much even for this mighty man, in physical form a Tom Thumb yet we know from legend and rhyme that TT was a particularly nice guy, Sisyphus never came to this end by being nice.

The stone topples from his shoulders and rolls back down .. he chases down after it and catches it where sandy floor of the cavern is rolled flat and the sand has slowed the stone, running he gets behind it, checks its motion and hoists it onto his shoulders, he traverses the rolled flat sand and runs up the first third of the twenty meter incline, entering one of many deep ruts in the soil the stone appears to be inching upward of its own volition.

Sisyphus emerges where the rut is shallower with the stone firmly upon his shoulders, upward till unsteadily the stone falls from his grasp and rolls back .. we proceed down the ramp and across a dark sandy place the light coming from my guide the only illumination, our way seemed long .. presently from the darkness ahead came a flash like distant lightning, proceeding in that direction a red glow lit the horizon.

Another flash and drawing closer the roar and crackle of flaming fire, the flashes were coming regularly and had become explosions .. we were at the entrance to another giant cavern the inner view as for an industrial furnace, long high stacks of burning bodies like haystacks in a Grant Wood painting stretched to the horizon in three directions, it was great.

Philemon says "this is it" he seems proud and asks "what do you think," I told him I thought it was great .. a mighty flash as a human being atop an adjacent high stack of corpses explodes into a pillar of bright yellow flame, we head in that direction, thru the glare of the flame the corpse stack is about five meters high, about two hundred long and open or unfinished after a section of about thirty meters at our end.

Beyond in the fiery haze higher stacks six and seven meters high laid out four hundred meters long by two hundred fifty wide, millions of corpses burning in the fire.

Standing amid all this is a critter glowing green amid the flame like the other guards, a more or less human upper torso complimented from the waist down by shaggy haired feral hind legs and cloven hooves, this is a faun, he has a goatee beard and a long faun's face with Mr Spock type pointed ears and short sharp horns protruding from a mop of curly hair grown right down his spine.

He has a dark olive skinned clergyman in a full nelson going on a hammer lock, he breaks into a broad smile when Philemon introduces us, the priest has his eyes fixed upon a patch of soft golden light and has his most sickening pastor's smile on his face. He proceeds to ask "what's the joke" he gets no further.

Within the light like on a computer screen the image of well manicured garden and an expensive car on a white gravel driveway, ivy is climbing on a wall past an ecclesiastical arch a young person decked out for his first communion has got out of the car, and the clergyman's speech turns to a scream as his face freezes into a mask of terror and horror combined, and bright yellow flame explodes from his body.

>When I got home from school one day in 1959 my father started choking flogging and bashing me I began to black out and knew he was killing me, I landed a left to his face and felt a squishing sensation as I landed a right to his gob area and kicked him .. no use blackout, coming around I could not move or shake off the blackness and blacked out again. >Like walking thru a stage curtain I stepped onto a path of white decomposed granite edged with gray blue stone, the path was undulating between hills of cotton wool texture .. along came a man leading a horse I asked if he knew where the path led and he assured me he did, I waited for him to move off planning to make my own way when he told me he had come for me. >I told him I thought I would have to go back, he glanced in the direction I came from and said I won't be going back which was great news to me and brightened me up considerably, I asked if it was his horse and did it have a name he told me it was his and his name is Bukephalus, after a little more chit chat he lifted me up onto the horse who he told me would take me the rest of the way. **Before I took off on the horse I remembered to ask him his name he said "Ah-Leg-Xander," I asked him to take it slower he said "Alexander."** >The horse took me slowly at first then at a full gallop me hanging on to its mane, along the path which ended at a pair of open arched gates framed by the same pearl blue gray stone that bordered the path, here the horse indicated I should dismount and as he galloped back so did the path recede with him. >The gates then appeared to be floating in space like the door drifting in space in the TV series The Twilight Zone, the outer view was as for a winter's night the stars of the Milky Way and the constellation Sagittarius, one star appeared to be moving and resolved into the figure of a man striding along a path similar to the one I had been on. >He was middle height aged in his early twenties with light olive skin and dark hair, he was lightly bearded and had long legs, he was attired similar to Alexander in a home spun smock affair tied at the waist and sandals Pisces. **He drew near and said "Martin I'm Jesus," he gestured with his right hand down and to his right my gaze following his gesture..** >I saw my body on the floor of the bedroom I shared with my brother, Mother had just walked into the room and seen my body and was screaming the house down, like making a performance shrieking .. Jesus said "you can stay with me or you can go back," I told him "I will go back," then instead of looking at him I was looking at the gray linoleum on the bedroom floor. >I was pushing myself up on to my hands when Mother came in she looked at me then walked out without saying anything, next Father came in and did the same .. things never changed much maybe nine days later both parents got stuck into me again, with Mother urging him on to batter me at eight years of age. >Later that year he would present me with the bodies of aborted twins to dispose of in a backyard incinerator, I had spoken up in their favor when Mother announced she was off to have an abortion .. after this flogging I am lying in bed when I hear a voice calling my name "Martin," I did not answer, he called me again and again I don't answer. **He called my name the third time "Martin" I said "who's that" he said "God," the next night I am laying in bed the same voice as the previous night calls "Martin..** I said "you said you were God, He said "I am. I said "you're God, He said "yes. I said "you are actually God, He said "yes. I said "I hear voices all the time, they are not God, He said "no, they're not, I said "but you are, He said "yes. >I formed an image in my mind of a large sweeping bay of white sand beaches near where I lived in Adelaide South Australia, and asked if he knew how many grains of sand there were, he said he did .. I picked up a handful of sand and told him I have the same problem of being unable to check, then telling him not to look held three grains between thumb and forefinger and asked "how many?" he said "three" I told him ok I believe he is God. >I asked him if he knows everything he said he does, I said "if there was something that you did not know you would not know you did not know it, so you should not really say you know everything," he says he knows that too .. I said "you know there is nothing you do not know" he said "yes," I said "sure." >He asked if I wanted to know anything, I asked him if there is a Hell he said there is then asked if there was anything at all he could do for me, I told him "I would like a guided tour of Hell please", he said "sure are you right" I said "are we going right away he said we were .. it was dark like it was night time from where his voice was coming there just seemed to be a mist of grainy gold light. >He went before me and the wall of the house just seemed to be gone, my spirit body astral body if you will just followed his light and for a moment I saw the outside of the house illuminated by a street light in the rain, then we were aloft and into the clouds and total blackness, after maybe forty seconds there was a light .. I said "I can see a light," he said "that's where we are going and I want to see a good landing." >The light resolved into the figure of a man picture King Kong Bundy the great athlete from the world of pro wrestling, that's what this guy looked like, he wore a full length gown of some brown material over a white full length smock affair Allah said "this is Philemon he will be your guide," Philemon is the warden of Hell I stood still while he received his instructions facing the light, he is a big guy and pale phosphorescent light shone from his person he nodded a couple of times and spoke. >The golden light of Allah faded and the big guy turned to me, we appeared to be standing in the pool of his light on a vast stone plain bare rock and blackness beyond, he said "when you came here you just came through the air right" I said yes I had, he said "this is just the same watch," and he just walks out off of a precipice into a vast abyss.. >He is hanging there in mid air and says "come on out," out I go and standing beside him see that we are unsupported a couple of meters from the cliff edge, he starts talking to the stone as he does the figure of a man resolves among the cracks and ledges at the cliff top, Philemon told me this is another of the guards of Hell whose instructions are that I should pass. >He said "we are going down" like being in an elevator down we went into Hell, we were going down a long way black stone all the way I began to wonder if there was ever going to be a bottom, when in the gloom one perceived Gothic arches tombs in various stages of construction, eight or nine in number some firmly chiseled giving the appearance of dressed stone others mere outlines carved into the rock. We were past the overhang of a vast cavern .. our descent had slowed. **The ghastly figure of a human being blue white skin stretched over bones shrouded by a mist of fine white hair Crouched chipping stone with a crude mallet and chisel at the entrance to one of the tombs, flees shrieking into its interior at our vertical approach.** >Then landing at the top of a steep narrow path beside terraces carved into the rock, on the upper terrace twenty two crouching figures like hologram images their human features become the features and visages of eagles, another terrace below with one hundred and nineteen figures representing lesser raptors, hawks and kites similarly changing appearance from bird to man. >One is blind, there is the mummified body of a man who appears to have been felled by a sword stroke to his left knee then finished off with a sword thrust thru his left eye exiting the back of his head, another terrace below almost hidden in the gloom has eight or nine figures smooth and rounded like stones in a stream bed, some fairly large man sized some smaller. >We take a few more steps down and along the path and reach a landing there are crouching figures below and ahead, Philemon turns to me and says "this is Hell, of all who have entered here none have left," we were standing at the top of a circular pit no more than a few meters in diameter, containing the crouching figures of one hundred and twenty two comely blue green winged creatures. **Attending them are two hideous demons one in human form though scaled like a snake, the other a small black figure with short thick bat like wings.** >To our front the wall falls away and dejected amid his defeated company is Satan crouched, his left arm stretched around his drawn up left knee cradling his right arm and shattered right shoulder, his right leg is amputated high up with a portion of bone sticking out of the raw stump like a leg roast in a butcher's window. >A small quantity of dark green blood is pooled on the stone below the wound .. past him three hundred and twenty nine human figures their group profile suggesting the arboreal physiognomy of a low sturdy powerful tree, its leaves and branches indeed the heads faces and limbs of the fallen these are the recidivists of Hell. >See on the other wall further in past the tombs a low stone shelter maybe four meters long a meter or so high and twelve hundred mm wide built onto the almost vertical slope, this is the dwelling of Chablis the Devil of the Darkness. >Higher the stone levels out and one can perceive in the gloom what looks like a hospital bed with two demon attendants, themselves attended by the green, glowing bearded human figure of another of the guards of Hell, further in thru and beyond the entrance of another cavern faintly illuminated in pale phosphorescence, the dark billows and strong current of an underground river. **A flat bottomed craft is against a stone landing a gaunt straining figure is poling his vessel into the stonework against the fierce pull of the current..** >This is Charon the Ferryman, the boat is about two thirds laden with the crouching figures of one hundred and two women in twelve rows of eight then six more. >The furthest back a commanding and imposing woman of indeterminate age, black flowing hair with a broad band of silver giving her a curious badger like appearance, read Dodie Smith's book 101 Dalmatians, her description of Cruella de Vil surely resembles this lady in Hell with her hundred and one acolytes .. Hell is full of similar ironies. >The other passengers each seem to have gone aboard at different times later, the most recent a woman in her fifties her black hair streaked with gray, her bony lezzo's face expressing only anxiety and an immediate readiness for departure, as she and her companions in their turn chant the litany then the response to the Rosary. >The landing had another occupant .. another of the guards in a sentry box affair carved into the stone, a young soldierly type dressed in a full length white smock, his shoulder length fair hair held by a circlet of some bright metallic substance, armed with a broadsword he fixed his gaze upon me like I was a candidate for execution and adjusted his grip on the sword. >I had noted he and his sword were more than capable of causing the death of the mummified body on the terrace and of severing Satan's leg .. Philemon told him to put up the sword explaining I was on tour, I proceeded to go straight ahead when Philemon indicated our way was to the right thru an entrance and into another cavern, then downward via a ramp deeply rutted and strewn with boulders. **Incredibly one large boulder is inching upward balancing it seemed upon the shoulders of what first appeared to be another stone, the proportion that of a tennis ball and a basketball the smaller bearing the larger.** >This is Sisyphus whose torment described by Homer was to convey a large stone to the top of a similar incline, whereas even as he gets the stone so near to the top does the burden become too much even for this mighty man, in physical form a Tom Thumb yet we know from legend and rhyme that TT was a particularly nice guy, Sisyphus never came to this end by being nice. >The stone topples from his shoulders and rolls back down .. he chases down after it and catches it where sandy floor of the cavern is rolled flat and the sand has slowed the stone, running he gets behind it, checks its motion and hoists it onto his shoulders, he traverses the rolled flat sand and runs up the first third of the twenty meter incline, entering one of many deep ruts in the soil the stone appears to be inching upward of its own volition. >Sisyphus emerges where the rut is shallower with the stone firmly upon his shoulders, upward till unsteadily the stone falls from his grasp and rolls back .. we proceed down the ramp and across a dark sandy place the light coming from my guide the only illumination, our way seemed long .. presently from the darkness ahead came a flash like distant lightning, proceeding in that direction a red glow lit the horizon. >Another flash and drawing closer the roar and crackle of flaming fire, the flashes were coming regularly and had become explosions .. we were at the entrance to another giant cavern the inner view as for an industrial furnace, long high stacks of burning bodies like haystacks in a Grant Wood painting stretched to the horizon in three directions, it was great. >Philemon says "this is it" he seems proud and asks "what do you think," I told him I thought it was great .. a mighty flash as a human being atop an adjacent high stack of corpses explodes into a pillar of bright yellow flame, we head in that direction, thru the glare of the flame the corpse stack is about five meters high, about two hundred long and open or unfinished after a section of about thirty meters at our end. **Beyond in the fiery haze higher stacks six and seven meters high laid out four hundred meters long by two hundred fifty wide, millions of corpses burning in the fire.** >Standing amid all this is a critter glowing green amid the flame like the other guards, a more or less human upper torso complimented from the waist down by shaggy haired feral hind legs and cloven hooves, this is a faun, he has a goatee beard and a long faun's face with Mr Spock type pointed ears and short sharp horns protruding from a mop of curly hair grown right down his spine. >He has a dark olive skinned clergyman in a full nelson going on a hammer lock, he breaks into a broad smile when Philemon introduces us, the priest has his eyes fixed upon a patch of soft golden light and has his most sickening pastor's smile on his face. He proceeds to ask "what's the joke" he gets no further. >Within the light like on a computer screen the image of well manicured garden and an expensive car on a white gravel driveway, ivy is climbing on a wall past an ecclesiastical arch a young person decked out for his first communion has got out of the car, and the clergyman's speech turns to a scream as his face freezes into a mask of terror and horror combined, and bright yellow flame explodes from his body.

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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.

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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 :)