To Hell and Back

I received this mesaage on a genealogy discussion list I subscibe to and found it very moving, I have deleted the name of the author since I don't have her permission to print her name. *************

... I would like to share with you a true experience that my mother told me recently.

My mother was raised in a household where religion was a very strong part of every day life. Her mother was a preacher...my family is of pentecostal faith. My mother grew up by another family of the same belief and they socialized often. Her childhood friend was named Junior, or at least that was what everyone called him. About 7 years ago, Junior died of a heart attack. His mother was very religious and they always went to church. When Junior got older he turned away from church...not that he didn't believe, because he did, but just didn't go any longer and went on with his life. When he had his heart attack, he actually died. The hospital attendants did manage to bring him back, but not until he experienced something terrifying.

He told my mother he saw his spirit come out of his body, and then all of a sudden something black grabbed his soul. The next thing he knew he was standing on top of a mountain. It was dark and very hot all around him. Across from him was another mountain, and on each side of him were mountains, but in the middle of all of these mountains was a big hole with fire coming out of it. He said all he could hear was the awful and terrifying screams of millions of people. He had never heard anything so awful and terrifying in his life. When he looked past the fire to the mountains, all he could see was hundreds and hundreds of people all standing around, screaming and crying. He saw the very old, middle aged, and very young...teenagers. He then realized that these people we

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