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

Chapter 19

The Jaws of Hell

The next night Jesus and I walked into the jaws of hell.

Jesus said, “We are almost through hell, my child. I will not show you all of hell. But what I have shown you, I want you to tell the world. Tell them hell is real. Tell them this report is real.”

As we walked, we stopped on a hill overlooking a small valley. As far as I could see there were piles of human souls lining the sides of this hill. I could hear their cries. Loud noises filled the place. Jesus said, “My child, this is the jaws of hell. Every time the mouth of hell is opened, you will hear that loud noise. “

The souls were trying to get out but could not, for they were embedded in the sides of hell.

As Jesus spoke, I saw many dark forms falling down past us and landing with a thud at the bottom of the hill. Demons with great chains were dragging souls away. Jesus said, “Those are the souls that have just died on earth and are arriving in hell. This activity goes on day and night.”

Suddenly, a great silence filled the place. Jesus said, “I love you, My child, and I want you to tell the people of earth about hell.”

I looked far down into the jaws of hell through a kind of porthole in the sides of the jaws. Cries of pain and torment came up from there. When will this end? I wondered. I would be so glad to rest from it all.

Then, all at once, I felt very lost. I cannot say how I knew, but I knew with all my heart that Jesus was gone. I felt very sad. I turned to where He had been. Sure enough, there was no Jesus! “Oh no!” I cried, “Not again! O Jesus, where are You?”

What you are about to read will frighten you.! I pray it will frighten you enough to make you a believer. I pray you will repent of your sins so you will not go to that awful place. I pray you will believe me, for I do not want this to happen to anyone else. I love you and hope you will awake before it is too late.

If you are a Christian and you are reading this, be sure of your salvation. Be ready to meet the Lord at all times, for sometimes there is no time to repent. Keep your light burning and your lamp full of oil. Be ready, for you do not know when He will return. If you are not born again, read John 3:16-19, and call upon the Lord. He will save you from this place of torment.

As I cried out to Jesus, I began to run down the hill looking for Him. I was stopped by a large demon with a chain. He laughed and said, “You have nowhere to run, woman. Jesus is not here to save you. You are in hell forever.”

“Oh no,” I cried, “let me go!” I fought him with all my strength but was soon bound with a chain and thrown to the ground. As I lay there, a strange, gooey film began to cover my body with a stink so horrible I felt sick. I did not know what was going to happen.

And then I felt my flesh and skin begin to fall off my bones! I screamed and screamed in abject horror. “O Jesus,” I called out, “where are You?”

I looked at myself and saw that holes were beginning to appear all over my remaining flesh. I began to turn a dirty-gray color, and gray flesh fell off me. There were holes in my sides, my legs, my hands and my arms. I cried out, “Oh, no! I am in hell forever! Oh, no!”

I began to feel the worms inside me and looked; to find that my bones were teeming with them. Even when I could not see them, I knew they were there. I tried to pull them off me, but more came to fill the place. I could actually feel the decay in my body.

Yes, I knew everything and could remember exactly what had happened on earth. I could feel, see, smell, hear and taste the torments of hell. I could see inside myself. I was only a dirty skeletal form, yet I could feel all that was happening to me. I saw others like myself. There were souls as far as I could see.

I cried out in great pain, “O Jesus! Please help me, Jesus.” I wanted to die, but I could not. I felt the fire kindle again in my legs. I screamed, “Where are You, Jesus?” I rolled about on the ground and cried along with all the others. We lay in the jaws of hell in little heaps, like thrown-away garbage. Unbearable pain gripped our souls.

I kept on screaming over and over again, “Where are You, Jesus? Where are You, Jesus?”

I wondered if this was just a dream? Would I wake up? Was I really in hell? Had I committed some great sin against God and lost my salvation? What had happened? Did I sin against the Holy Ghost? I remembered all the Bible teaching I had ever heard. I knew my family was somewhere above me. In horror I realized I was in hell just like all the other souls I had seen and spoken to.

It felt so strange to be able to see completely through my body. The worms had begun to crawl on me again. I could feel them crawling. I screamed with fear and pain.

Just then a demon said, “Your Jesus let you down, didn’t He? Well, you are Satan’s property now!” Evil laughter came from him as he picked up my form and placed me on top of something.

I soon found out that I was on the back of the living-dead form of some kind of animal. The animal, like me, was dingy gray, full of filth and decaying, dead flesh. A horrible odor filled the dirty air. The animal took me high up on a ledge. I thought, o Lord, where are You?

We passed many souls crying out to be saved. I heard the loud sound of hell’s jaws opening and more souls fell past me. My hands were tied behind my back.

The pain was not constant-it came suddenly and went away suddenly. I screamed each time the pains came and waited with dread when they subsided.

I thought, How will I get out? What is ahead? Is this the end? What have I done to deserve hell? “O Lord, where are You?” I cried in pain.

I cried, but no tears came-only dry sobs shook my body. The animal stopped in front of something. I looked up to see a beautiful room full of extravagant riches and shining jewels. In the center of this room was a beautiful woman dressed in queen’s apparel. I wondered in my state of despair what this was.

I said, “Woman, please help me.” She came close and spit in my form of a face. She cursed me and said foul things to me. “O Lord, what is next?”, I cried. An evil laugh came from her.

Right before my eyes the woman changed into a man, a cat, a horse, a snake, a rat and a young man. Whatever she chose to be, she was. She had great evil power. At the top of her room was written “Queen of Satan.”

The animal moved on for what seemed like hours, and then it stopped. With a jolt, I was thrown off the animal and onto the ground. I looked up and saw an army of men on horseback riding toward me. I was forced to the side as they passed. They also were skeletons with the dingy-gray color of death.

After they passed, I was picked up from the ground and put in a cell. As someone locked the door, I looked around the cell in horror and cried. I prayed, but without hope. I cried and repented a thousand times for my sins. Yes, I thought of many things I could have done to lead others to Christ and to help someone when they needed me. I repented of the things I had done and the things I had left undone.

“O Lord, save me,” I cried. Over and over I called out to God to help me. I could not see Him or feel Him. I was in hell just like the rest of the ones I had seen. I fell to the floor in pain and cried. I felt I was forever lost.

Hours went by, and every so often the loud sound came again, and other souls fell into hell. I kept calling out, “Jesus, where are You?” No answer came. The worms began again to crawl inside my spirit form. I could feel them all inside me.

Death was everywhere. I had no flesh, no organs, no blood, no body and no hope. I kept pulling worms out of my skeleton form. I knew everything that was happening, and I wanted to die but could not. My soul would be alive forever.

I began to sing about the life and the power in the blood of Jesus, which is able to save from sin. When I did, large demons with spears came and screamed, “Stop itl” They stabbed me with the spears, and I felt hot flashes of fire as the points went into my form. Over and over they stabbed me.

They chanted, “Satan is god here. We hate Jesus and all He stands for”

When I would not stop singing, they took me I out of the cell and dragged me to a large opening. “If! you do not be quiet,” they said, “your torments will be greater.”

I stopped singing, and at long last they put me back into the cell. I remembered a Bible verse about fallen angels who were reserved in chains until final judgment. I wondered if this was my judgment. “Lord, save the people on earth,” I cried. “Wake them up before it is too late.” Many Scriptures came to my mind, but I feared the demons and did not say them.

Moans and screams filled the dirty air. A rat crawled near me. I kicked it away. I thought of my husband and children. “O God, don’t let them come here,” I cried, for I knew for sure I was in hell.

God could not hear me. The ears of the Almighty are closed to the cries of hell, I thought. If only someone would listen.

A large rat ran up my leg and bit me. I screamed and pulled it off. There was a great flash of pain.

A fire out of nowhere began to slowly bum toward me. Seconds, minutes, hours went by. I was a sinner, gone to hell. “O death, please come,” I cried. My cries seemed to fill the whole jaws of hell. Others joined in my cries-lost forever-no way. I wanted to die, but I could not.

I fell to the floor in a heap, feeling all these torments. I heard the jaws open again, and more souls came in. The fires burned me now, and a new pain came. I knew all that was happening. I had a sharp, sound mind. I knew all these things, and I knew that when souls die on earth and are not saved from their sins, they come here.

“O my God, save me,” I cried. “Please save all of us.”

I remembered my whole life and all those who had told me about Jesus. I remembered praying for the sick and how Jesus had healed them. I remembered His words of love and comfort and His faithfulness.

If only I were, or had been, more like Jesus, I would not be here, I thought. I thought of all the good things God had given me-how He gave me the very air I breathed, food, children, a home, and good things to enjoy. But, if He is a good God, then why II am I here? I had no strength to get up, but my soul kept crying, “Let me out of here.”

I knew that life was going on above me and somewhere my friends and family were going about their normal lives. I knew there was laughter, love, and kindness somewhere up there. But even that began to fade away in the awful pain. Semi-darkness and a dim, dirty fog filled this part of hell. A dim yellow light was everywhere, and a smell of rotting flesh and corruption was almost too much to bear. Minutes seemed like hours, and hours stretched into an eternity. O when would this stop?

I had no sleep, no rest, no food and no water. I had a great hunger and was thirstier than I could ever remember being in all my life. I was so tired and so sleepy-but the pain went on and on. Each time the jaws opened they dumped another load of lost humanity into hell, I wondered if anyone I knew was among them. Would they bring my husband here?

Hours had gone by since I arrived in the jaws of hell. But then I noticed that a light was beginning to fill the room. All at once the fire stopped, the rat ran away, and the pain left my body. I looked for any avenue of escape, but there was none.

I wondered what was happening. I looked out the portholes of hell, knowing this was something dreadful. And then hell began to shake, and the burning fire came again. Again, the snakes and rats and worms I Unbearable pain filled my soul as the torments started again.

“O God, let me die,” I cried as I began to bang ~I the earthen floor of my cell with my bony hands. I screamed and cried, but no one knew or cared.

All at once I was lifted from the cell by an unseen force. When I regained consciousness, the Lord and I were standing beside my house. I cried out, “Why, Lord, why?” and fell at His feet in despair.

Jesus said, “Peace, be still.” At once I was at peace. He lifted me tenderly, and I fell asleep in His arms.

When I awoke the next day, I was very sick. For days I relived the horrors of hell and its torment. At night I would wake up screaming and saying there were worms crawling in me. I was so afraid of hell.