18 March 2025

I have a dream and see a group of evil spirits taking a woman to Hell. As they’re taking her away, I can hear them singing, “Say goodbye to The Ya.” The Father grabs me and we follow the spirits to Hell where He allows me to see her torture. The Father says to all humanity, “Don’t be fooled like The Ya” and to “Those of you who call yourselves Mine, be careful. They use both Mine and My Son’s names to confuse you and keep you satisfied in your sin. You’ve been fooled too.” I have this dream, wake and add to my list of these occurrences on 1 December 2024. My wife and I take the dream to Jesus on 28 December, 2024 where I receive this vision. Today is 18 March 2025 and The Father tells me, “Write this to those who think they’re alive, but they’re dead.”

As Revealed to me by God, The Father and Christ Jesus, His Son:

The Ya is a family member and she’s not a believer. I wanted to conceal her identity, but The Father told me to leave her identity in the writing. When the dream begins, my family is in her apartment, she’s lying on the floor, dead, and my children are crying. I see evil spirits enter the room, claim her spirit and carry it away as they’re singing “Say goodbye to The Ya.” They’re singing to us in a taunting fashion, but I’m the only one who sees and hears them. My wife and I take this dream to Jesus, He opens my spiritual eyes and I’m back in The Ya’s apartment. I can hear the evil spirits singing as they’re dragging her away. I look to my left and see The Father. I don’t ask him anything, but I’m thinking it and He says, “Let’s go take a look.” The vision gets very chaotic, all over the place and I’m having a hard time focusing on the spirits who’ve taken The Ya. I ask Father to help and He says, “Calm down and come with Me.” I look at Him again and He’s high up in the corner of her dining room. She has eight-foot sidewalls in her apartment, but The Father looks like He’s miles away. The physics of these realms is different than in our natural realm and once I’ve looked for Him and asked Him to be with me, He comes down to my left side grabs my left hand and we take off through the ceiling and off into space after the evil spirits who’ve claimed the spirit of our Ya.

As we’re moving, I look to my left, at The Father. On His shoulders is a ball of light which conceals His head and facial features. He doesn’t say anything and we catch up with the evil spirits who’ve taken our Ya. These spirits are taking her to Hell, I know it, but this Hell is not in the center of the Earth. This is spiritual Hell. Hell is both spiritual and physical; it’s both a place and a being. Hell is a very complex place. I can see The Ya’s spirit fighting as she is being escorted by the other beings. I ask The Father, “What are we doing, Sir?” He answers, “I want to show you this” and The Ya has been taken to a dark place and being impaled. I can hear the sounds of her gurgling. Her face, surprisingly, doesn’t exemplify pain more than surprise, amazement, fear, and unbelief, perhaps as to how painful this experience is for her. The pole they’ve used to impale her is like a telephone pole. It’s round, about eight inches in diameter and with a point at the top. The evil spirits seem happy to force her down on this pole. It enters her vagina and goes up into the inside of her neck. I see a tiny demon sodomizing her as this is happening. Her back is also being scourged as these other things are happening. It’s as if both the sodomizing demon and the scourging are happening together, but each act does not affect or interfere with the other.

My vision pulls away and I’ve lost sight of The Father. I’m amazed at what I’m watching and see Him just to my left. We’re still holding hands and it’s like we are backing out of this scene. When we do, I see something that looks like an oil field. It’s dark and dirty. These aren’t oil wells. These are impaling stations. What’s happening to The Ya is also happening throughout this field and all the stations are equal distance from each other. I understand these stations are kept in this formation to keep the human spirits apart, isolation, which is another form of torment. I see this act happening time and again with different people. There’s no chance of relief or fellowship in this place, only punishment, torment and separation. I ask The Father, “Is this the only place she’ll be or will she be moved to other places?” The Father answers, “She will churn with the time” and my perspective of this entire place changes.

When I see this place in light of what The Father’s just told me, I see it as a huge clock with all the gears and machinery. I understand there will be a time at which the beings in this place will be allowed to torture in the way they do. The time is set, but time is not the same here, so it’s hard to explain. This is confusing, but it’s as if time doesn’t matter in this place, but it does. I feel these beings are able to torture in set times. I hear something like a second hand “tick,” but long and drawn out. The second-hand sound ticks and people are suddenly in another place, just like that. The time doesn’t matter, but it does.

When I hear the long, drawn-out, second hand “tick,” all those in this place are suddenly in another. All these people are scattered as if they are all going to different places, to a new place of torment, but we follow The Ya to her next place. A memory comes to mind, a “Near-Death Experience.” I don’t like the term because one doesn’t have to experience near death, or death to experience these things. Many living human spirits are already experiencing these things as their flesh is alive and operating on the face of the Earth. In this experience, a woman is explaining being in a dark cubical. She describes that it felt small and she had no way out. Also, her physical strength was gone, so she couldn’t move, which makes sense, because strength is a gift from God and Hell is the absence of God’s gifts. It’s the same with oxygen. Anyway, the woman is in her perfectly square cubical when she hears her tormentors coming. She can’t move to get away and these beings can traverse these cubicles at any time, whenever they want. When the other beings enter the cubicle’s area, the cubical adapts to the size of the environment needed to accommodate what’s happening inside. So, again, the physics of our realm mean nothing to the physics of Hell.

The Ya is in one of these cubicles. I see two beings enter The Ya’s cubicle; one’s big and the other is less big. I don’t want to say one’s big and the other’s small, because both are huge and they both have really gnarly claws. The larger one grabs The Ya. His claws are really long and they go inside her. The Ya is my wife’s mother and she’s having a hard time typing this information. I see this being lift The Ya with one hand to throw her against the boundaries of the cube and she hits something like a wall, but there’s nothing solid here. Both these creatures run over to our Ya and begin tearing her up with their gnarly claws. I can see the pain in her face and I feel terrible for her. The last place was like a field of stations, this place is totally isolated. There are no other humans in this cube. As I say this, The Father pulls me high above this place and I see that there are many cubes. They look like they’re made from water, even though I know there’s no water in Hell. Maybe what looks like water to me is just the boundaries of each cube. These are individual holding tanks, transparent cubes and the boundaries of each cube resemble a substance like water. I can’t understand the substance they’re made of and The Father’s not telling me, but He raises me up again, higher, and I begin to see many people. This is like a pit. This is familiar to me. When The Father has me pull humanity out of pits, rescue missions, this is what the area they’re stored in looks like. Once the work’s done, I pull them out of pits like this one and lay them at Jesus’ feet. This is a pit of innumerable people and they’re all stored in individual cubes, even though each human would never know they were this close to millions, possibly billions, of others like themselves. When I say this to my wife to type, I understand that “Sound doesn’t travel to the others, either.” I can see beings in most of these cubes, tormenting the humans being stored in them. I look over at God, He pulls my arm and we fly off to another area.

I see old catapult looking mechanisms. They’re lined up perfectly, like a field artillery unit would during live fire, as in battle formation. These catapults are launching humans, or human spirits, against a spiked wall. There’s a team of demonic beings around each catapult. I also see another team of demonic beings who work the ground between the catapults and the spiked wall. One team cranks the catapults, loads the human beings and fires them at the spiked wall. The team on the ground runs and recover the humans from the spiked wall, dragging them back to the formation of catapults, putting them back in line as another line of humans is fired off. At this, The Father says, “They play games down here at the expense of the humans who are taken to these places. The level I’m showing you is the level of torment that your Ya will experience in this place. There is more for her [that I’m not showing you about], some is less, but some is much worse. This is not what I had in store for the people in this place. I don’t want any of these rebellious children to be here, but I gave them free will and they decided not to love Me. Instead they’ve loved the beings who fed the pleasures of their flesh. What am I supposed to do? If they reject Me, they’re not allowed in My Kingdom. So, I must give them to the ones they’ve loved while on Earth. None of the things I’ve shown you exist in My Kingdom. I don’t allow these things. This is not why I created humanity. The places I’ve shown you weren’t even created for humanity. I created these places for the beings that you see, the ones who operate within this place. So, where am I supposed to send the humans I’ve created who hate Me? I send them to the ones they love and the ones they love are responsible for the torment they undergo for eternity. Why eternity? Because I’m not a God of death. Even in Hell I have mercy on these people. My laws of life are greater than the pain they will undergo here. Yes, I know what these beings will and are doing to them and it hurts My heart to watch along with you, son, but I didn’t create them to annihilate them. I created them to live and I gave them free will to choose between life with Me or a horrible existence in this place. It’s not as if I haven’t warned in My Word, I have. I’ve made it clear what would happen to those who don’t love Me and love other things more than Me. I just want your love, for you to come to Me and ask Me to make things right. I can do all things, am I not God? I can make all your wrongs, right. Am I not fair? But these rebellious ones who’ve been deceived will live in this place forever, because of their rebellion against Me.”

The Father then gives a warning to those who claim to belong to Him, “Those of you who live in this age. Those who call yourselves Mine; be careful, for the ones you follow have fooled you too. They call themselves by My Name, and by My Son’s Name, to confuse you and satisfy you in your sin, but the truth is you’ve been deceived. Even though you won’t want to hear this, even you will be tortured in these places. Come to Me and repent for believing the lies you’ve been told. Humble yourselves and come to Me, on your knees, and allow Me to fix what’s wrong with you. Don’t allow your religion to tell you lies. Don’t allow pride to get in your way. You’ll find yourself suffering the same end as The Ya. I don’t want this for any of you. Come to Me and let me fix what’s broken between us. I will honor your heart and set you free. Write this to those who think they are alive, but they are dead.”

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