A Divine Revelation of Hell (by Mary K. Baxter)

Chapter 10

The Heart of Hell

A t night I went with Jesus into hell. During the day, hell was ever before my eyes. I tried to tell others about what I was seeing, but they would not believe me. I felt so very alone, and only by the grace of God could I go on. All glory belongs to the Lord Jesus Christ.

The next night Jesus and I went back to hell. We walked along the edge of the belly of hell. I recognized parts of it from being there before. The same rotting flesh, the same odor of evil, the same stale, hot air was everywhere. I was already very tired.

Jesus knew my thoughts and said, “I’ll never leave or forsake you. I know you are weary, but I will strengthen you.”

Jesus’ touch did strengthen me, and we walked on. Ahead I saw a large black object, almost as big as a baseball field which seemed to be moving up and down. I remembered that I had been told this was “the heart of hell.”

Coming out from this black heart were what looked like large arms or horns. They were coming out of it and going up and out of hell into the earth and over the earth. I wondered if these horns were the ones the Bible spoke about.

All around the heart, the earth was dry and brown. For about thirty feet in all directions, the earth had been burned and had dried to a rusty, brown color. The heart was the blackest of blacks, but another color like the scales of a snake’s skin was intermixed with the black. An awful odor arose from the heart each time it beat. It moved as a real heart and beat up and down. An evil force field surrounded it.

In amazement I looked at this evil heart and ” wondered what was its purpose.

Jesus said, “These branches, which look like arteries of a heart, are pipelines that go up through the earth to spill out evil upon it. These are the horns that Daniel saw, and they represent evil kingdoms on the earth. Some have already been, some shall be, and some are now. Evil kingdoms will arise, and the Antichrist will rule over many peoples, places and things. If possible, the very elect will be deceived by him. Many will turn away and will worship the beast and his image.

“Out of these main branches or horns, smaller branches will grow. Out of the smaller branches will come demons, evil spirits and all manner of evil forces. They will be released upon the earth and instructed by Satan to do many evil works. These kingdoms and evil forces will obey the beast, and many will follow him to destruction. It is here in the heart of hell that these things begin.”

These are the words that Jesus spoke to me. He instructed me to write them and put them into a book and to tell them to the world. These words are true. These revelations were given to me by the Lord Jesus Christ so that all may know and understand the workings of Satan and the evil schemes he is planning for the future.

Jesus said, “Follow me.” We walked up a flight of stairs into the heart, where a doorway was opened before us. In the heart was total darkness. I heard the sounds of crying, and there was an odor so awful I could barely breathe. All I could see in the darkness was Jesus. I walked very close to Him.

And then, all of a sudden, Jesus was gone! The unthinkable had happened. I was alone in the heart of hell. Horror took hold of me. Fear gripped my soul, and death took hold of me.

I cried out to Jesus, “Where are You? Where are You? Oh, please come back, Lord!” I called and I called, but no one answered.

“O my God,” I wailed, “I must get out of here.” I began to run in the darkness. As I touched the walls, they seemed to breathe, moving against my hands. And then I was no longer alone.

I heard the sound of laughter as two demons, surrounded by a dim yellow light, grabbed both my hands. They quickly put chains upon my arms and began to drag me down deeper into the heart. I screamed for Jesus, but there was no answer. I cried and fought with all my strength, but they dragged me on as if I offered no resistance at all.

As we went deeper into the heart, I felt a horrible pain as some force rubbed my body. It seemed as though my very flesh was being ripped off me. I screamed out in terror.

My captors dragged me to a cell and threw me inside. As they locked the door, I cried even louder. They laughed sarcastically and said, “It will do you no good to cry. When your time has come, you will be taken before our master. He will torment you for his pleasure.”

The dreadful odor of the heart had saturated my body. “Why am I here? What is wrong? Am I crazy? Let me out! Let me out!” I cried to no avail.

After a while, I began to feel the side of the cell I was in. It was round and soft like something alive. It was alive, and it began to move. “O Lord,” I screamed. “What is happening? Jesus, where are You?” But only the echo of my own voice came back in reply.

Fear-the most awesome fear-gripped my soul. For the first time since Jesus had left me, I began to realize that I was lost without any hope at all. I sobbed and called out to Jesus over and over again. Then I heard a voice in the darkness saying, “It will do you no good to call for Jesus. He is not here. “

A dim light began to fill the place. For the first time, I could see other cells-cells like mine, embedded in the wall of the heart. A web of some kind was in front of us, and inside each cell a kind of muddy, gooey substance was flowing through the cells.

A woman’s voice from the next cell said to me, “You are lost in this place of torment. There is no way out of here.”

I could barely see her in the dimness of the light. She was awake, as I was, but the occupants of all the other cells seemed to be asleep or in a trance. “No hope,” she cried, “no hope!”

A feeling of intense loneliness and utter despair fell upon me. The woman’s words did not help. She said, “This is the heart of hell. Here we are tormented, but our torments are not as bad as those in other parts of hell.” I found later she had lied about there not being as much torment here as there was elsewhere in hell.

“Sometimes,” she continued, “we are brought before Satan and he tortures us for his pleasure. Satan feeds on our pain and grows strong on our cries of despair and sorrow. Our sins are always before us. We know we are ungodly. We know also that we once knew the Lord Jesus but refused Him and turned away from God. We did as we pleased. Before I came here I was a prostitute. I took men and women for their money and called what we did ‘love.’ I destroyed many homes. Many lesbians, homosexuals and adulterers are in these cells.”

I cried out into the darkness, “I do not belong here. I am saved. I belong to God. Why am I here?” But there was no answer.

Then the demons came back and opened my cell door. One pulled while the other pushed me along a rough pathway. The touch of the demons was like a burning flame against my flesh. They were hurting me.

“O Jesus, where are You? Please help me, Jesus!” I cried.

A roaring fire sprang up in front of me but stopped before it touched me. Now it seemed as though my flesh was being ripped off my body. The most excruciating pain I could imagine swept over me. I was hurting beyond belief. Something unseen was tearing at my body, while evil spirits in the form of bats were biting me all over.

“Dear Lord Jesus,” I cried, “Where are You? Oh, please, let me out!”

I was pushed and pulled until I came to a wide open place in the heart of hell, then I was thrown before a dirty type of altar. Upon the altar was a large, open book. I heard evil laughter and recognized I was lying in the dirt before Satan.

Satan said, “At last I have you!”

I recoiled in horror but soon realized he was not looking at me but someone in front of me. Satan said, “Ha-ha, at last I am able to destroy you from the earth. Let me see what your punishment will be.” He opened the book and ran his finger down the pages. The name of the soul was called, and the punishment was meted out.

“Dear Lord,” I cried, “can all this be real?”

I was next, and the demons pushed me up on a platform and forced me to bow before Satan. The same evil laughter rang out from him. “I waited for you a long time, and at last I have you,” he cried with malicious delight. “You tried to escape me, but now I have you.”

A fear like I had never felt before came on me. My flesh was again being torn from me, and a great chain was being wrapped around my body. I looked down at myself as the chain was placed on me. I looked like the others. I was a skeleton full of dead men’s bones. Worms crawled inside of me, and a fire began at my feet and enveloped me in flames.

I cried again, “O Lord Jesus, what has happened? Where are You, Jesus?”

Satan laughed and laughed. “There is no Jesus here,” he said, “I am your king now. You will be with me here forever. You are mine now.”

I was gripped by the most awful emotions. I could not feel God, nor love, nor peace, nor warmth. But I could feel with the keenest of senses, fear, hatred, excruciating pain and sorrow beyond measure. I called out to the Lord Jesus to save me, but there was no answer.

Satan said, “I am your Lord now,” and raised his arms to summon a demon to his side. At once, an ugly evil spirit came up on the platform where I was standing and grabbed me. He had a large body, with a face like a bat, claws for hands, and an evil odor exuded from him.

“What shall I do with her, Lord Satan?” the evil spirit asked, as another demon with hair all over his body and a face like a wild boar also grabbed me. “Take her to the deepest part of the heart, a place where horrors are ever before her eyes. There she will learn to call me Lord.”

I was dragged away to a dark, dark place and thrown into something cold and clammy. Oh, how could one feel both cold and burning at the same time? I did not know. But the fire burned my body, and the worms crawled over and through me. The moans of the dead filled the air.

“O Lord Jesus,” I cried in desperation, “why am I here? Dear God, let me die.”

All at once a light filled the place where I was sitting. Jesus appeared and took me into His arms, and instantly I was back in my home.

“Dear Lord Jesus, where were You?” I cried, as the tears flowed down my cheeks.

Tenderly Jesus spoke and said, “My child, hell is real. But you could never know for sure until you had experienced it for yourself. Now you know the truth and what it is really like to be lost in hell. Now you can tell others about it. I had to let you go through that so you would know without a doubt.”

I was so sad and so tired. I collapsed in the arms of Jesus. And even though He restored me whole, I wanted to go far, far away-from Jesus, from my family, from everyone.

During the following days at home I was very sick. My soul was so sad, and the horrors of hell were ever before my eyes. It was many days before I was fully recovered.