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More people are going to Hell and return to tell us about it
Iam a Christian and I went to hell!the place is real!!!Stay close to Jesus Christ.
FRIDAY, MARCH 3, 2017
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 2017
Bible Readings at Holy Mass today mention Hell,fire and never ending suffering
February 23, 2017
Memorial of Saint Polycarp, Bishop and Martyr
Lectionary: 344
Reading 1 Sir 5:1-8
Rely not on your wealth;
say not: "I have the power."
Rely not on your strength
in following the desires of your heart.
Say not: "Who can prevail against me?"
or, "Who will subdue me for my deeds?"
for God will surely exact the punishment.
Say not: "I have sinned, yet what has befallen me?"
for the Most High bides his time.
Of forgiveness be not overconfident,
adding sin upon sin.
Say not: "Great is his mercy;
my many sins he will forgive."
For mercy and anger alike are with him;
upon the wicked alights his wrath.
Delay not your conversion to the LORD,
put it not off from day to day.
For suddenly his wrath flames forth;
at the time of vengeance you will be destroyed.
Rely not upon deceitful wealth,
for it will be no help on the day of wrath.
say not: "I have the power."
Rely not on your strength
in following the desires of your heart.
Say not: "Who can prevail against me?"
or, "Who will subdue me for my deeds?"
for God will surely exact the punishment.
Say not: "I have sinned, yet what has befallen me?"
for the Most High bides his time.
Of forgiveness be not overconfident,
adding sin upon sin.
Say not: "Great is his mercy;
my many sins he will forgive."
For mercy and anger alike are with him;
upon the wicked alights his wrath.
Delay not your conversion to the LORD,
put it not off from day to day.
For suddenly his wrath flames forth;
at the time of vengeance you will be destroyed.
Rely not upon deceitful wealth,
for it will be no help on the day of wrath.
Responsorial Psalm Ps 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6
R. (40:5a) Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Blessed the man who follows not
the counsel of the wicked
Nor walks in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the company of the insolent,
But delights in the law of the LORD
and meditates on his law day and night.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
He is like a tree
planted near running water,
That yields its fruit in due season,
and whose leaves never fade.Whatever he does, prospers.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Not so the wicked, not so;
they are like chaff which the wind drives away.
For the LORD watches over the way of the just,
but the way of the wicked vanishes.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Blessed the man who follows not
the counsel of the wicked
Nor walks in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the company of the insolent,
But delights in the law of the LORD
and meditates on his law day and night.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
He is like a tree
planted near running water,
That yields its fruit in due season,
and whose leaves never fade.Whatever he does, prospers.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Not so the wicked, not so;
they are like chaff which the wind drives away.
For the LORD watches over the way of the just,
but the way of the wicked vanishes.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Alleluia 1 Thes 2:13
R. Alleluia, alleluia.
Receive the word of God, not as the word of men,
but as it truly is, the word of God.
R. Alleluia, alleluia.
Receive the word of God, not as the word of men,
but as it truly is, the word of God.
R. Alleluia, alleluia.
Gospel Mk 9:41-50
Jesus said to his disciples:
"Anyone who gives you a cup of water to drink
because you belong to Christ,
amen, I say to you, will surely not lose his reward."Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin,
it would be better for him if a great millstone
were put around his neck
and he were thrown into the sea.
If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off.
It is better for you to enter into life maimed
than with two hands to go into Gehenna,
into the unquenchable fire.And if your foot causes you to sin, cut if off.
It is better for you to enter into life crippled
than with two feet to be thrown into Gehenna.
And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out.
Better for you to enter into the Kingdom of God with one eye
than with two eyes to be thrown into Gehenna,
where their worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched.
"Everyone will be salted with fire.
Salt is good, but if salt becomes insipid,
with what will you restore its flavor?
Keep salt in yourselves and you will have peace with one another."
"Anyone who gives you a cup of water to drink
because you belong to Christ,
amen, I say to you, will surely not lose his reward."Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin,
it would be better for him if a great millstone
were put around his neck
and he were thrown into the sea.
If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off.
It is better for you to enter into life maimed
than with two hands to go into Gehenna,
into the unquenchable fire.And if your foot causes you to sin, cut if off.
It is better for you to enter into life crippled
than with two feet to be thrown into Gehenna.
And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out.
Better for you to enter into the Kingdom of God with one eye
than with two eyes to be thrown into Gehenna,
where their worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched.
"Everyone will be salted with fire.
Salt is good, but if salt becomes insipid,
with what will you restore its flavor?
Keep salt in yourselves and you will have peace with one another."
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Hell: The Scariest Vision of Hell Ever Seen
Where the Worm Dieth Not - Michael Voris
STUFF HAPPENS...GO TO CONFESSION NOW WHILE YOU CAN : There are millions of people in Hell today who thought they had one more day to repent.
There are millions of people in Hell today who thought they had one more day to repent.
from Dympha Road
http://dymphnaroad.blogspot.it/2016/09/stuff-happensgo-to-confession-now-while.htm
There are millions of people in Hell today who thought they had one more day to repent.
from Dympha Road
http://dymphnaroad.blogspot.it/2016/09/stuff-happensgo-to-confession-now-while.htm
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 2017
Hell Is Not Empty! That Is A Dogma of the Catholic Church!
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2016
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 8, 2016
David Wilkerson - A Final Warning To Christians In The Last Days
David Wilkerson - A Final Warning To Christians In The Last Days
David Wilkerson - A Final Warning To Christians In The Last Days
Doctor had vision of netherworld
Doctor had vision of netherworld
"Those who profit from the health of others will find their reward in the jewels of hell."
If that "word of knowledge" bears credence, there are some in the medical industry (pharmaceutical companies, insurance conglomerates, hospitals, surgeons, specialists) who may want to pay heed.
For those who claim to have glimpsed sheol have been known to describe precisely this: mounds of tainted gold, filthy rubies, diamonds, and money under the throne of a beastly creature. Not pleasant. More than one has so testified. But perhaps necessary to consider.
Or one may want to listen to an anesthesiologist named Rajiv Parti, who says he was taken to the cusp of the netherworld precisely for this reason: due to his greed.
"Feeling like a master of the universe is easy in the world of modern medicine," he writes (in Dying To Wake Up"). "In my specialty alone, heart surgery anesthesia, the medical world had made so many advances in technology and techniques that we could literally bring patients back from the dead by doing everything from unclogging an artery with a balloon to replacing it or even dropping in a transplanted heart."
But Dr. Parti relates how he grew to view patients not as individuals but as numbers and dollar signs. His preoccupation: a huge house, luxury cars, and day-trading on the stock market. Then he "died."
Two days before Christmas in 2010, he was rushed to a hospital with a severe infection and resultant fever that shot his temperature to 104 degrees. Emergency surgery was initiated as the infection, caused by a recent procedure in the area of his pelvis, spread through his blood. Ironically, he "died" -- left his body -- due to the anesthesia.
"I was a mechanistic medical doctor, and this event represented new physical laws that I didn't understand," he said. "How can I be hovering? Where is my brain, and what am I seeing with? Am I breathing? Why can I hear?"
"My world turned dark, and for a moment I was relieved. I'm returning to my body, I thought.
"But that relief was replaced by fear as I saw a distant lightning storm off to my right, one that seemed to draw me in very quickly and soon became loud with the sound of thunder and... What is that?... screams and moans of pain and anguish as wildfire moved over burned souls that withered from the intense heat. I was made to lie on a bed of nails, where their needle sharpness tortured my flesh.
"I was drawn in as if on a moving sidewalk that took me to the edge of this flaming canyon. Smoke filled my nostrils and with it the sickening odor of burning flesh. I was on the lip of hell.
"I tried to turn and I couldn't. I tried to move back but couldn't. Every time I took a step back, an unseen force moved me forward, leaving me with a horrific view of the most agonizing place one could ever imagine."
As a Hindu, he knew this place as naraka (hell).
"You have clearly not been making love," Dr. Parti heard a voice say, telepathic but as clear as if spoken in his ears, "so powerful," he writes, "that it may well have been spoken by God." Added the voice: "You have led a materialistic and selfish life."
He knew that was only too true and felt ashamed.
"I saw my patients as profit centers, people who could give me the wealth and prestige I wanted in exchange for my services as an anesthesiologist," he bravely says, unconcerned with how others in the medical profession might view his otherworldly experience. "I was a doctor who did his job well but cared very little that he was working on a human being."
Now, standing on the rim of hell, he recalled a woman with arthritis who had come to him for pain medication (Dr. Parti, in addition to his hospital work, owned a pain clinic) and weeping, sought his counsel about her husband, who was suffering from lung cancer. "'I would love to talk to you,' I said, writing out a prescription for her pain and sleeping pills and handing them to her. 'But I have several patients waiting.' And I left."
This he saw in the review of his life.
It is not just sins like adultery and murder.
It's how we treat people. We are all subject to the temptation of selfishness. It's certainly not just the medical profession.
Many are the good and caring doctors. We've met many personally. And who can begrudge a comfortable living to those plugged through long years of medical school and then strenuous internships and residencies; who now find themselves on call, with long hours.
But are some -- too many -- in it for the money?
It is certainly a time of unrestrained health-care costs. And within that field -- whether hospital CEOs or laboratory owners -- are indeed those motivated far too strongly by profit.
That may go unaddressed in our current society, but apparently not after life on earth.
[resources: afterlife books, especially What You Take To Heaven]
[Luke 16: "'Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day. 20 And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores, 21 and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man's table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores. 22 Now the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham's bosom; and the rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torment, and saw Abraham far away and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 And he cried out and said, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus so that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool off my tongue, for I am in agony in this flame." 25 But Abraham said, "Child, remember that during your life you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus bad things; but now he is being comforted here, and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you there is a great chasm fixed, so that those who wish to come over from here to you will not be able, and that none may cross over from there to us.'"]
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2016
People testify about hell. How hell looks like!
People testify about hell. How hell looks like!
https://youtu.be/mgGJld4nQiA
The Hell - Apaya
https://youtu.be/f3qux07Zd1k
apaya
https://youtu.be/5wUy8EN1qeg
https://youtu.be/mgGJld4nQiA
The Hell - Apaya
https://youtu.be/f3qux07Zd1k
apaya
https://youtu.be/5wUy8EN1qeg
These People Went To Hell - Studying Near Death Experiences, Demons and Spiritual Beings. 1 / 5
https://youtu.be/vqBq4axzXjoSATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2016
Where the Worm Dieth Not - Michael Voris
WHERE THE WORM DIETH NOT
https://gloria.tv/video/WGU4CFxU1AZLMpoxXM2ZWcCQ3http://www.churchmilitant.com/video/episode/vortex-where-the-worm-dieth-not
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2016
STUFF HAPPENS...GO TO CONFESSION NOW WHILE YOU CAN : There are millions of people in Hell today who thought they had one more day to repent.
There are millions of people in Hell today who thought they had one more day to repent.
from Dympha Road
http://dymphnaroad.blogspot.it/2016/09/stuff-happensgo-to-confession-now-while.html
SATURDAY, AUGUST 6, 2016
THURSDAY, JULY 28, 2016
Gospel today July 28, 2016 : The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous and throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth
Gospel
Jesus said to the disciples:“The Kingdom of heaven is like a net thrown into the sea,
which collects fish of every kind.
When it is full they haul it ashore
and sit down to put what is good into buckets.
What is bad they throw away.
Thus it will be at the end of the age.The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous
and throw them into the fiery furnace,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.”
“Do you understand all these things?”
They answered, “Yes.”
And he replied,
“Then every scribe who has been instructed in the Kingdom of heaven
is like the head of a household who brings from his storeroom
both the new and the old.”
When Jesus finished these parables, he went away from there.
MT 13:47-53
July 28, 2016
Thursday Of The Seventeenth Week In Ordinary Time
Reflecting on the horrors of hell can help us to avoid ending up there
http://eucharistandmission.blogspot.it/2016/07/like-fatima-visionaries-we-should.html
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There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen; and feasted sumptuously every day.
And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who lay at his gate, full of sores,Desiring to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man' s table, and no one did give him; moreover the dogs came, and licked his sores.
And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who lay at his gate, full of sores,Desiring to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man' s table, and no one did give him; moreover the dogs came, and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham' s bosom.
And the rich man also died: and he was buried in hell. And lifting up his eyes when he was in torments, he saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom: And he cried, and said:
Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, to cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.
And Abraham said to him: Son, remember that thou didst receive good things in thy lifetime, and likewise Lazarus evil things, but now he is comforted; and thou art tormented.
And the rich man also died: and he was buried in hell. And lifting up his eyes when he was in torments, he saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom: And he cried, and said:
Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, to cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.
And Abraham said to him: Son, remember that thou didst receive good things in thy lifetime, and likewise Lazarus evil things, but now he is comforted; and thou art tormented.
And besides all this, between us and you, there
is fixed a great chaos: so that they who would pass from hence to you, cannot, nor from thence come hither. And he said: Then, father, I beseech thee, that thou wouldst send him to my father' s house,
for I have five brethren, That he may testify unto
them, lest they also come into this place of torments. And Abraham said to him: They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. But he said: No, father Abraham: but if
one went to them from the dead, they will do penance.
is fixed a great chaos: so that they who would pass from hence to you, cannot, nor from thence come hither. And he said: Then, father, I beseech thee, that thou wouldst send him to my father' s house,
for I have five brethren, That he may testify unto
them, lest they also come into this place of torments. And Abraham said to him: They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. But he said: No, father Abraham: but if
one went to them from the dead, they will do penance.
And he said to him: If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they believe, if one rise again from the dead. -Luke :19-31,The Rich Man (Dives) and Lazarus.
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Sister Josefa Menendez's Description of Hell
Love" of Sister Josefa Menendez (1890--1923).
Sister Josefa was a Spanish nun of the Society of the Sacred Heart and
lived only four years as a religious, at the convent of Les Feuillants in
Poitiers, France, where she died at the age of 33.
"The Way of Divine Love" consists largely of her notebooks, that she
wrote down under obedience
from our Lord, with the revelations of his Sacred Heart, plus portions
of her biography. This
material was composed after Rev. Schouppe wrote his book on Hell.
This young Spanish sister, who had a short religious life of great
suffering, experienced revelations throughout much of her life,
compiled in The Way Of Divine Love. More than once, she was taken
to Hell to witness and feel the suffering first-hand. Sister Josefa
was reluctant to write on the
subject of Hell, and did so only to conform to Our Lord's wishes.
Sister Josefa repeatedly dwelt
on what she described as the greatest torment of Hell, namely,
the soul's inability to love. One
of these damned souls cried out: "This is my torture...that I
want to love and cannot; there is nothing left me but hatred
and despair. If one of us could so much as make a single act
of love...But we cannot, we live on hatred and malevolence..."
(March 23, 1922).
suffering, experienced revelations throughout much of her life,
compiled in The Way Of Divine Love. More than once, she was taken
to Hell to witness and feel the suffering first-hand. Sister Josefa
was reluctant to write on the
subject of Hell, and did so only to conform to Our Lord's wishes.
Sister Josefa repeatedly dwelt
on what she described as the greatest torment of Hell, namely,
the soul's inability to love. One
of these damned souls cried out: "This is my torture...that I
want to love and cannot; there is nothing left me but hatred
and despair. If one of us could so much as make a single act
of love...But we cannot, we live on hatred and malevolence..."
(March 23, 1922).
She records, too, the accusations made against themselves
by these unhappy souls: "Some yell because of the martyrdom
of their hands. Perhaps they were thieves, for they say: 'Where
is our loot now?' ...Cursed hands... Others curse their tongues,
their eyes...whatever was the occasion of sin... 'Now, O body,
you are paying the price of the delights you granted yourself!..
.and you did it of your own
free will...'" (April 2, 1922).
by these unhappy souls: "Some yell because of the martyrdom
of their hands. Perhaps they were thieves, for they say: 'Where
is our loot now?' ...Cursed hands... Others curse their tongues,
their eyes...whatever was the occasion of sin... 'Now, O body,
you are paying the price of the delights you granted yourself!..
.and you did it of your own
free will...'" (April 2, 1922).
"I saw several souls fall into Hell, and among them was a child
of fifteen, cursing her parents for
not having taught her to fear God nor that there was a Hell.
Her life had been a short one, she
said, but full of sin, for she had given in to all that her body
and passions demanded in the way
of satisfaction..." (March 22, 1923).
of fifteen, cursing her parents for
not having taught her to fear God nor that there was a Hell.
Her life had been a short one, she
said, but full of sin, for she had given in to all that her body
and passions demanded in the way
of satisfaction..." (March 22, 1923).
"My soul fell into abysmal depths, the bottom of which
cannot be seen, for it is immense. . . ;
Then I was pushed into one of those fiery cavities and
pressed, as it were, between burning
planks, and sharp nails and red-hot irons seemed to be
piercing my flesh. I felt as if they were endeavoring to pull
out my tongue, but could not. This torture reduced me to
such agony that
my very eyes seemed to be starting out of their sockets.
I think this was because of the fire
which burns, burns. . . not a finger nail escapes terrifying
torments, and all the time one cannot
move even a finger to gain some relief, not change posture,
for the body seems flattened out
and [yet] doubled in two. Sounds of confusion and blasphemy
cease not for an instant.
cannot be seen, for it is immense. . . ;
Then I was pushed into one of those fiery cavities and
pressed, as it were, between burning
planks, and sharp nails and red-hot irons seemed to be
piercing my flesh. I felt as if they were endeavoring to pull
out my tongue, but could not. This torture reduced me to
such agony that
my very eyes seemed to be starting out of their sockets.
I think this was because of the fire
which burns, burns. . . not a finger nail escapes terrifying
torments, and all the time one cannot
move even a finger to gain some relief, not change posture,
for the body seems flattened out
and [yet] doubled in two. Sounds of confusion and blasphemy
cease not for an instant.
A sickening stench asphyxiates and corrupts everything, it
is like the burning of putrefied flesh,
mingled with tar and sulfur. . . a mixture to which nothing
on earth can be compared. . .
although these tortures were terrific, they would be bearable
if the soul were at peace. But it
suffers indescribably. . . All I have written," she concluded,
"is but a shadow of what the
soul suffers, for no words can express such dire torment."
(September 4, 1922).
is like the burning of putrefied flesh,
mingled with tar and sulfur. . . a mixture to which nothing
on earth can be compared. . .
although these tortures were terrific, they would be bearable
if the soul were at peace. But it
suffers indescribably. . . All I have written," she concluded,
"is but a shadow of what the
soul suffers, for no words can express such dire torment."
(September 4, 1922).
"Others curse their tongues, their eyes... whatever was
the occasion of their sin... 'Now, O
body, you are paying the price of the delights you granted
yourself!.. and you did it of your
own free will... '" (April 2, 1922). (That is, illegitimate
delights).
the occasion of their sin... 'Now, O
body, you are paying the price of the delights you granted
yourself!.. and you did it of your
own free will... '" (April 2, 1922). (That is, illegitimate
delights).
"It seemed to me that the majority accused themselves
of sins of impurity, of stealing, of
unjust trading; and that most of the damned are in Hell
for these sins." (April 6, 1922).
of sins of impurity, of stealing, of
unjust trading; and that most of the damned are in Hell
for these sins." (April 6, 1922).
"I saw many worldly people fall into Hell, and no words
can render their horrible and terrifying
cries: 'Damned forever... I deceived myself; I am lost...
I am here forever... There is no remedy possible...
a curse on me...'
can render their horrible and terrifying
cries: 'Damned forever... I deceived myself; I am lost...
I am here forever... There is no remedy possible...
a curse on me...'
"Some accused people, others circumstances, and all
execrated the occasions of their damnation."
(September 1922).
execrated the occasions of their damnation."
(September 1922).
"Today, I saw a vast number of people fall into the fiery
pit . . . they seemed to be worldlings
and a demon cried vociferously: 'The world is ripe for me
. . . I know that the best way to get
hold of souls is to rouse their desire for enjoyment . . .
Put me first . . . me before the rest
. . . no humility for me! but let me enjoy myself . . .
This sort of thing assures victory to me
. . . and they tumble headlong into hell.' "
(October 4, 1923)
pit . . . they seemed to be worldlings
and a demon cried vociferously: 'The world is ripe for me
. . . I know that the best way to get
hold of souls is to rouse their desire for enjoyment . . .
Put me first . . . me before the rest
. . . no humility for me! but let me enjoy myself . . .
This sort of thing assures victory to me
. . . and they tumble headlong into hell.' "
(October 4, 1923)
"I heard a demon, from whom a soul had escaped,
forced to confess his powerlessness. 'Confound it
all... how do so many manage to escape me? They
were mine' (and he rattled off their sins)...
'I work hard enough, yet they slip through my fingers
... Someone must be suffering and repairing for them.'"
(January 15, 1923). ("Repairing," that is, "making
reparation" for them).
forced to confess his powerlessness. 'Confound it
all... how do so many manage to escape me? They
were mine' (and he rattled off their sins)...
'I work hard enough, yet they slip through my fingers
... Someone must be suffering and repairing for them.'"
(January 15, 1923). ("Repairing," that is, "making
reparation" for them).
"Tonight I was transported to a place where all was
obscure. . . Around me were seven or eight
people; I could see them only by the reflections of
the fire. They were seated and were talking together.
One said: 'We'll have to be very careful not to be
found out, for we might easily be discovered.'
obscure. . . Around me were seven or eight
people; I could see them only by the reflections of
the fire. They were seated and were talking together.
One said: 'We'll have to be very careful not to be
found out, for we might easily be discovered.'
"The devil answered: 'Insinuate yourselves by inducing
carelessness in them. . . but keep in the background,
so that you are not found out. . . by degrees they
will become callous, and you will
be able to incline them to evil. Tempt these others
to ambition, to self-interest, to acquiring
wealth without working, whether it be lawful or not.
Excite some to sensuality and love of pleasure.
Let vice blind them. . . As to the remainder. . .
get in through the heart . . . you know the
inclinations of their hearts. . . make them love. . .
love passionately. . . work thoroughly. . .
take no rest . . . have no pity. Let them cram
themselves with food! It will make it all the easier
for us. . . Let them get on with their banqueting.
Love of pleasure is the door through which you
will reach them . . .' " (February 3, 1923).
carelessness in them. . . but keep in the background,
so that you are not found out. . . by degrees they
will become callous, and you will
be able to incline them to evil. Tempt these others
to ambition, to self-interest, to acquiring
wealth without working, whether it be lawful or not.
Excite some to sensuality and love of pleasure.
Let vice blind them. . . As to the remainder. . .
get in through the heart . . . you know the
inclinations of their hearts. . . make them love. . .
love passionately. . . work thoroughly. . .
take no rest . . . have no pity. Let them cram
themselves with food! It will make it all the easier
for us. . . Let them get on with their banqueting.
Love of pleasure is the door through which you
will reach them . . .' " (February 3, 1923).
"Tonight," wrote Josefa, "I did not go down into Hell,
but was transported to a place where all
was obscure, but in the center was a red smoldering
fire. They had laid me flat and so bound
me that I could not make the slightest movement.
Around me were seven or eight people; their
black bodies were unclothed, and I could see them
only by the reflections of the fire. They were
seated and were talking together.
but was transported to a place where all
was obscure, but in the center was a red smoldering
fire. They had laid me flat and so bound
me that I could not make the slightest movement.
Around me were seven or eight people; their
black bodies were unclothed, and I could see them
only by the reflections of the fire. They were
seated and were talking together.
"One said: 'We'll have to be very careful not to be
found out, for we might easily be discovered.'
found out, for we might easily be discovered.'
"The devil answered: 'Insinuate yourselves by
inducing carelessness in them... but keep in the
background, so that you are not found out... by
degrees they will become callous, and you will
be able to incline them to evil. Tempt these others
to ambition, to self-interest, to acquiring
wealth without working, whether it be lawful or
not. Excite some to sensuality and love of
pleasure. Let vice blind them...' (Here they used
obscene words).
inducing carelessness in them... but keep in the
background, so that you are not found out... by
degrees they will become callous, and you will
be able to incline them to evil. Tempt these others
to ambition, to self-interest, to acquiring
wealth without working, whether it be lawful or
not. Excite some to sensuality and love of
pleasure. Let vice blind them...' (Here they used
obscene words).
"'As to the remainder... get in through the heart...
you know the inclinations of their hearts...
make them love... love passionately... work
thoroughly.. take no rest... have no pity; the
world must go to damnation.. and these souls
must not be allowed to escape me.'
you know the inclinations of their hearts...
make them love... love passionately... work
thoroughly.. take no rest... have no pity; the
world must go to damnation.. and these souls
must not be allowed to escape me.'
"From time to time Satan's satellites answered:
'We are your slaves... we shall labor unceasingly,
and in spite of the many who war against us, we
shall work night and day. We know your power!'
'We are your slaves... we shall labor unceasingly,
and in spite of the many who war against us, we
shall work night and day. We know your power!'
"They all spoke together, and he whom I took to
be Satan used words full of horror. In the
distance I could hear a clamor as of feasting, the
clinking of glasses... and he cried: 'Let them
cram themselves with food! It will make it all
the easier for us... Let them get on with their
banqueting. Love of pleasure is the door through
which you will reach them...'
be Satan used words full of horror. In the
distance I could hear a clamor as of feasting, the
clinking of glasses... and he cried: 'Let them
cram themselves with food! It will make it all
the easier for us... Let them get on with their
banqueting. Love of pleasure is the door through
which you will reach them...'
"He added such horrible things that they can neither
be written nor said. Then, as if engulfed
in a whirl of smoke, they vanished." (February 3, 1923).
be written nor said. Then, as if engulfed
in a whirl of smoke, they vanished." (February 3, 1923).
"The evil one was bewailing the escape of a soul: 'Fill
her soul with fear, drive her to despair.
All will be lost if she puts her trust in the mercy of that...'
(here they used blasphemous words
about Our Lord). 'I am lost; but no, drive her to despair;
do not leave her for an instant, above
all, make her despair.'
her soul with fear, drive her to despair.
All will be lost if she puts her trust in the mercy of that...'
(here they used blasphemous words
about Our Lord). 'I am lost; but no, drive her to despair;
do not leave her for an instant, above
all, make her despair.'
"Then Hell re-echoed with frenzied cries, and when
finally the devil cast me out of the abyss,
he went on threatening me. Among other things he
said: 'Is it possible that such weaklings
have more power than I, who am mighty... I must
conceal my presence, work in the dark; any
corner will do from which to tempt them... close to
an ear.. in the leaves of a book... under
a bed... some pay no attention to me, but I shall
talk and talk... and by dint of suggestion,
something will remain.. Yes, I must hide in
unsuspected places.'" (February 7, 8, 1923).
finally the devil cast me out of the abyss,
he went on threatening me. Among other things he
said: 'Is it possible that such weaklings
have more power than I, who am mighty... I must
conceal my presence, work in the dark; any
corner will do from which to tempt them... close to
an ear.. in the leaves of a book... under
a bed... some pay no attention to me, but I shall
talk and talk... and by dint of suggestion,
something will remain.. Yes, I must hide in
unsuspected places.'" (February 7, 8, 1923).
Again, she wrote: "Souls were cursing the vocation
they had received, but not followed... the
vocation they had lost, because they were unwilling
to live a hidden and mortified life..."
(March 18, 1922.
they had received, but not followed... the
vocation they had lost, because they were unwilling
to live a hidden and mortified life..."
(March 18, 1922.
"On one occasion when I was in Hell, I saw a great
many priests, religious and nuns, cursing their vows,
their order, their Superiors and everything that could
have given them the light and the grace
they had lost...
many priests, religious and nuns, cursing their vows,
their order, their Superiors and everything that could
have given them the light and the grace
they had lost...
"I saw, too, some prelates. One accused himself of
having used the goods belonging to the
Church illicitly..." (September 28, 1922).
having used the goods belonging to the
Church illicitly..." (September 28, 1922).
"Priests were calling down maledictions on their
tongues which had consecrated, on their
fingers that had held Our Lord's Sacred Body, on
the absolution they had given while they
were losing their own souls, and on the occasion
through which they had fallen into Hell."
(April 6, 1922).
tongues which had consecrated, on their
fingers that had held Our Lord's Sacred Body, on
the absolution they had given while they
were losing their own souls, and on the occasion
through which they had fallen into Hell."
(April 6, 1922).
"One priest said: 'I ate poison, for I used money
that was not my own... the money given me
for Masses which I did I not offer.'
that was not my own... the money given me
for Masses which I did I not offer.'
"Another said he belonged to a secret society which
had betrayed the Church and religion,
and he had been bribed to connive at terrible
profanations and sacrileges.
had betrayed the Church and religion,
and he had been bribed to connive at terrible
profanations and sacrileges.
"Yet another said that he was damned for assisting
at profane plays, after which he ought
not to have said Mass... and that he had spent about
seven years thus."
at profane plays, after which he ought
not to have said Mass... and that he had spent about
seven years thus."
Josefa noted that the greater number of religious
plunged into hell-fire were there for
abominable sins against chastity... and for sins
against the vow of poverty... for the
unauthorized use of the goods of the community...
for passions against charity (jealousy,
antipathies, hatred, etc.), for tepidity and relaxation;
also for comforts they had allowed
themselves and which had led to graver sins...
for bad confessions through human respect
and want of sincerity and courage, etc.
plunged into hell-fire were there for
abominable sins against chastity... and for sins
against the vow of poverty... for the
unauthorized use of the goods of the community...
for passions against charity (jealousy,
antipathies, hatred, etc.), for tepidity and relaxation;
also for comforts they had allowed
themselves and which had led to graver sins...
for bad confessions through human respect
and want of sincerity and courage, etc.
Here, finally, is the full text of Josefa's notes on
"the hell of consecrated souls." (Biography:
Ch. VII--September 4, 1922).
"the hell of consecrated souls." (Biography:
Ch. VII--September 4, 1922).
"The meditation of the day was on the Particular
Judgment of religious souls. I could not free
my mind of the thought of it, in spite of the
oppression which I felt. Suddenly, I felt myself
bound and overwhelmed by a crushing weight,
so that in an instant I saw more clearly than
ever before how stupendous is the sanctity of
God and His detestation of sin.
Judgment of religious souls. I could not free
my mind of the thought of it, in spite of the
oppression which I felt. Suddenly, I felt myself
bound and overwhelmed by a crushing weight,
so that in an instant I saw more clearly than
ever before how stupendous is the sanctity of
God and His detestation of sin.
"I saw in a flash my whole life since my first
confession to this day. All was vividly present
to me: my sins, the graces I had received, the
day I entered religion, my clothing as a
novice, my first vows, my spiritual readings,
and times of prayer, the advice given me,
and all the helps of religious life. Impossible
to describe the confusion and shame a soul
feels at that moment, when it realizes: 'All
is lost, and I am damned forever.'"
confession to this day. All was vividly present
to me: my sins, the graces I had received, the
day I entered religion, my clothing as a
novice, my first vows, my spiritual readings,
and times of prayer, the advice given me,
and all the helps of religious life. Impossible
to describe the confusion and shame a soul
feels at that moment, when it realizes: 'All
is lost, and I am damned forever.'"
As in her former descents into Hell, Josefa
never accused herself of any specific sin that
might have led to such a calamity. Our Lord
meant her only to feel what the consequences
would have been, if she had merited such a
punishment. She wrote:
never accused herself of any specific sin that
might have led to such a calamity. Our Lord
meant her only to feel what the consequences
would have been, if she had merited such a
punishment. She wrote:
"Instantly I found myself in Hell, but not
dragged there as before. The soul precipitates
itself there, as if to hide from God in order
to be free to hate and curse Him.
dragged there as before. The soul precipitates
itself there, as if to hide from God in order
to be free to hate and curse Him.
"My soul fell into abysmal depths, the bottom
of which cannot be seen, for it is immense...
at once, I heard other souls jeering and
rejoicing at seeing me share their torments. It
was martyrdom enough to hear the terrible
imprecations on all sides, but what can be
compared to the thirst to curse that seizes
on a soul, and the more one curses, the more
one wants to. Never had I felt the like before.
Formerly my soul had been oppressed
with grief at hearing these horrible blasphemies,
though unable to produce even one
act of love. But today it was otherwise.
of which cannot be seen, for it is immense...
at once, I heard other souls jeering and
rejoicing at seeing me share their torments. It
was martyrdom enough to hear the terrible
imprecations on all sides, but what can be
compared to the thirst to curse that seizes
on a soul, and the more one curses, the more
one wants to. Never had I felt the like before.
Formerly my soul had been oppressed
with grief at hearing these horrible blasphemies,
though unable to produce even one
act of love. But today it was otherwise.
"I saw Hell as always before, the long dark
corridors, the cavities, the flames... I heard
the same execrations and imprecations, for--
and of this I have already written before
--although no corporeal forms are visible, the
torments are felt as if they were present,
and souls recognize each other. Some called
out, 'Hullo, you here? And are you like us?
We were free to take those vows or not... but
no!...' and they cursed their vows.
corridors, the cavities, the flames... I heard
the same execrations and imprecations, for--
and of this I have already written before
--although no corporeal forms are visible, the
torments are felt as if they were present,
and souls recognize each other. Some called
out, 'Hullo, you here? And are you like us?
We were free to take those vows or not... but
no!...' and they cursed their vows.
"Then I was pushed into one of those fiery
cavities and pressed, as it were, between
burning planks, and sharp nails and red-hot
irons seemed to be piercing my flesh."
cavities and pressed, as it were, between
burning planks, and sharp nails and red-hot
irons seemed to be piercing my flesh."
Here Josefa repeated the multiple tortures
from which no single member of the body
is excluded:
from which no single member of the body
is excluded:
"I felt as if they were endeavoring to pull out
my tongue, but could not. This torture reduced
me to such agony that my very eyes seemed to
be starting out of their sockets. I think this
was because of the fire which burns, burns... not
a finger-nail escapes terrifying torments,
and all the time one cannot move even a finger
to gain some relief, nor change posture,
for the body seems flattened out and yet doubled
in two.
my tongue, but could not. This torture reduced
me to such agony that my very eyes seemed to
be starting out of their sockets. I think this
was because of the fire which burns, burns... not
a finger-nail escapes terrifying torments,
and all the time one cannot move even a finger
to gain some relief, nor change posture,
for the body seems flattened out and yet doubled
in two.
"All this I felt as before, and although those tortures
were terrific, they would be bearable
if the soul were at peace. But it suffers indescribably.
Until now, when I went down into
Hell, I thought that I had been damned for abandoning
religious life. But this time it was
different. I bore a special mark, a sign that I was a
religious, a soul who had known and
loved God, and there were others who bore the
same sign. I cannot say how I recognized
it, perhaps because of the specially insulting manner
in which the evil spirits and other
damned souls treated them. There were many
priests there, too. This particular suffering
I am unable to explain. It was quite different
from what I had experienced at other times,
for if the souls of those who lived in the world
suffer terribly, infinitely worse are the
torments of religious. Unceasingly the three
words, Poverty, Chastity and Obedience,
are imprinted on the soul with poignant remorse.
were terrific, they would be bearable
if the soul were at peace. But it suffers indescribably.
Until now, when I went down into
Hell, I thought that I had been damned for abandoning
religious life. But this time it was
different. I bore a special mark, a sign that I was a
religious, a soul who had known and
loved God, and there were others who bore the
same sign. I cannot say how I recognized
it, perhaps because of the specially insulting manner
in which the evil spirits and other
damned souls treated them. There were many
priests there, too. This particular suffering
I am unable to explain. It was quite different
from what I had experienced at other times,
for if the souls of those who lived in the world
suffer terribly, infinitely worse are the
torments of religious. Unceasingly the three
words, Poverty, Chastity and Obedience,
are imprinted on the soul with poignant remorse.
"Poverty: You were free and you promised! Why,
then, did you seek that comfort?
Why hold on to that object which did not belong
to you? Why did you give that pleasure
to your body? Why allow yourself to dispose of
the property of the Community? Did
you not know that you no longer had the right
to possess anything whatsoever, that you
had freely renounced the use of those things?...
Why did you murmur when anything
was wanting to you, or when you fancied yourself
less well treated than others? Why?
then, did you seek that comfort?
Why hold on to that object which did not belong
to you? Why did you give that pleasure
to your body? Why allow yourself to dispose of
the property of the Community? Did
you not know that you no longer had the right
to possess anything whatsoever, that you
had freely renounced the use of those things?...
Why did you murmur when anything
was wanting to you, or when you fancied yourself
less well treated than others? Why?
"Chastity: You yourself vowed it freely and with
full knowledge of its implications...
you bound yourself.. you willed it... and how have
you observed it? That being so,
why did you not remain where it would have
been lawful for you to grant yourself
pleasures and enjoyment?
full knowledge of its implications...
you bound yourself.. you willed it... and how have
you observed it? That being so,
why did you not remain where it would have
been lawful for you to grant yourself
pleasures and enjoyment?
"And the tortured soul responds: 'Yes,
I vowed it; I was free... I could have not
taken the vow, but I took it and I was
free...' What words can express the martyrdom
of such remorse," wrote Josefa, "and
all the time the jibes and insults of other damned
souls continue.
I vowed it; I was free... I could have not
taken the vow, but I took it and I was
free...' What words can express the martyrdom
of such remorse," wrote Josefa, "and
all the time the jibes and insults of other damned
souls continue.
"Obedience: Did you not fully engage
yourself to obey your Rule and your
Superiors?
Why, then, did you pass judgment on
the orders that were given you? Why
did you
disobey the Rule? Why did you dispense
yourself from common life? Remember how
sweet was the Rule... and you would not
keep it... and now," vociferate satanic voices,
"you will have to obey us not for a day or
a year, or a century, but forever and ever;
for all eternity... It is your own doing...
you were free.
yourself to obey your Rule and your
Superiors?
Why, then, did you pass judgment on
the orders that were given you? Why
did you
disobey the Rule? Why did you dispense
yourself from common life? Remember how
sweet was the Rule... and you would not
keep it... and now," vociferate satanic voices,
"you will have to obey us not for a day or
a year, or a century, but forever and ever;
for all eternity... It is your own doing...
you were free.
"The soul constantly recalls how she had
chosen her God for her Spouse, and that
once she loved Him above all things... that
for Him she had renounced the most
legitimate pleasures and all she held dearest
on earth, that in the beginning of
her religious life she had felt all the purity,
sweetness and strength of this divine
love, and that for an inordinate passion...
now she must eternally hate the God
who had chosen her to love Him.
chosen her God for her Spouse, and that
once she loved Him above all things... that
for Him she had renounced the most
legitimate pleasures and all she held dearest
on earth, that in the beginning of
her religious life she had felt all the purity,
sweetness and strength of this divine
love, and that for an inordinate passion...
now she must eternally hate the God
who had chosen her to love Him.
"This forced hatred is a thirst that
consumes her... no past joys can afford her
the slightest relief.
consumes her... no past joys can afford her
the slightest relief.
"One of her greatest torments is shame,
" added Josefa. "It seems to her that all
the damned surrounding her continually
taunt her by saying: 'That we should be
lost who never had the helps that you
enjoyed is not surprising... but you... what
did you lack? You who lived in the palace
of the King... who feasted at the board
of the elect.'
" added Josefa. "It seems to her that all
the damned surrounding her continually
taunt her by saying: 'That we should be
lost who never had the helps that you
enjoyed is not surprising... but you... what
did you lack? You who lived in the palace
of the King... who feasted at the board
of the elect.'
"All I have written," she concluded, "is
but a shadow of what the soul suffers, for
no words can express such dire torments."
(September 4, 1922).
but a shadow of what the soul suffers, for
no words can express such dire torments."
(September 4, 1922).
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DECEMBER 17, 2016
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Doctor had vision of netherworld
Doctor had vision of netherworld
"Those who profit from the health of others will find their reward in the jewels of hell."
If that "word of knowledge" bears credence, there are some in the medical industry (pharmaceutical companies, insurance conglomerates, hospitals, surgeons, specialists) who may want to pay heed.
For those who claim to have glimpsed sheol have been known to describe precisely this: mounds of tainted gold, filthy rubies, diamonds, and money under the throne of a beastly creature. Not pleasant. More than one has so testified. But perhaps necessary to consider.
Or one may want to listen to an anesthesiologist named Rajiv Parti, who says he was taken to the cusp of the netherworld precisely for this reason: due to his greed.
"Feeling like a master of the universe is easy in the world of modern medicine," he writes (in Dying To Wake Up"). "In my specialty alone, heart surgery anesthesia, the medical world had made so many advances in technology and techniques that we could literally bring patients back from the dead by doing everything from unclogging an artery with a balloon to replacing it or even dropping in a transplanted heart."
But Dr. Parti relates how he grew to view patients not as individuals but as numbers and dollar signs. His preoccupation: a huge house, luxury cars, and day-trading on the stock market. Then he "died."
Two days before Christmas in 2010, he was rushed to a hospital with a severe infection and resultant fever that shot his temperature to 104 degrees. Emergency surgery was initiated as the infection, caused by a recent procedure in the area of his pelvis, spread through his blood. Ironically, he "died" -- left his body -- due to the anesthesia.
"I was a mechanistic medical doctor, and this event represented new physical laws that I didn't understand," he said. "How can I be hovering? Where is my brain, and what am I seeing with? Am I breathing? Why can I hear?"
"My world turned dark, and for a moment I was relieved. I'm returning to my body, I thought.
"But that relief was replaced by fear as I saw a distant lightning storm off to my right, one that seemed to draw me in very quickly and soon became loud with the sound of thunder and... What is that?... screams and moans of pain and anguish as wildfire moved over burned souls that withered from the intense heat. I was made to lie on a bed of nails, where their needle sharpness tortured my flesh.
"I was drawn in as if on a moving sidewalk that took me to the edge of this flaming canyon. Smoke filled my nostrils and with it the sickening odor of burning flesh. I was on the lip of hell.
"I tried to turn and I couldn't. I tried to move back but couldn't. Every time I took a step back, an unseen force moved me forward, leaving me with a horrific view of the most agonizing place one could ever imagine."
As a Hindu, he knew this place as naraka (hell).
"You have clearly not been making love," Dr. Parti heard a voice say, telepathic but as clear as if spoken in his ears, "so powerful," he writes, "that it may well have been spoken by God." Added the voice: "You have led a materialistic and selfish life."
He knew that was only too true and felt ashamed.
"I saw my patients as profit centers, people who could give me the wealth and prestige I wanted in exchange for my services as an anesthesiologist," he bravely says, unconcerned with how others in the medical profession might view his otherworldly experience. "I was a doctor who did his job well but cared very little that he was working on a human being."
Now, standing on the rim of hell, he recalled a woman with arthritis who had come to him for pain medication (Dr. Parti, in addition to his hospital work, owned a pain clinic) and weeping, sought his counsel about her husband, who was suffering from lung cancer. "'I would love to talk to you,' I said, writing out a prescription for her pain and sleeping pills and handing them to her. 'But I have several patients waiting.' And I left."
This he saw in the review of his life.
It is not just sins like adultery and murder.
It's how we treat people. We are all subject to the temptation of selfishness. It's certainly not just the medical profession.
Many are the good and caring doctors. We've met many personally. And who can begrudge a comfortable living to those plugged through long years of medical school and then strenuous internships and residencies; who now find themselves on call, with long hours.
But are some -- too many -- in it for the money?
It is certainly a time of unrestrained health-care costs. And within that field -- whether hospital CEOs or laboratory owners -- are indeed those motivated far too strongly by profit.
That may go unaddressed in our current society, but apparently not after life on earth.
[resources: afterlife books, especially What You Take To Heaven]
[Luke 16: "'Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day. 20 And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores, 21 and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man's table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores. 22 Now the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham's bosom; and the rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torment, and saw Abraham far away and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 And he cried out and said, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus so that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool off my tongue, for I am in agony in this flame." 25 But Abraham said, "Child, remember that during your life you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus bad things; but now he is being comforted here, and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you there is a great chasm fixed, so that those who wish to come over from here to you will not be able, and that none may cross over from there to us.'"]
Doctor had vision of netherworld
"Those who profit from the health of others will find their reward in the jewels of hell."
If that "word of knowledge" bears credence, there are some in the medical industry (pharmaceutical companies, insurance conglomerates, hospitals, surgeons, specialists) who may want to pay heed.
For those who claim to have glimpsed sheol have been known to describe precisely this: mounds of tainted gold, filthy rubies, diamonds, and money under the throne of a beastly creature. Not pleasant. More than one has so testified. But perhaps necessary to consider.
Or one may want to listen to an anesthesiologist named Rajiv Parti, who says he was taken to the cusp of the netherworld precisely for this reason: due to his greed.
"Feeling like a master of the universe is easy in the world of modern medicine," he writes (in Dying To Wake Up"). "In my specialty alone, heart surgery anesthesia, the medical world had made so many advances in technology and techniques that we could literally bring patients back from the dead by doing everything from unclogging an artery with a balloon to replacing it or even dropping in a transplanted heart."
But Dr. Parti relates how he grew to view patients not as individuals but as numbers and dollar signs. His preoccupation: a huge house, luxury cars, and day-trading on the stock market. Then he "died."
Two days before Christmas in 2010, he was rushed to a hospital with a severe infection and resultant fever that shot his temperature to 104 degrees. Emergency surgery was initiated as the infection, caused by a recent procedure in the area of his pelvis, spread through his blood. Ironically, he "died" -- left his body -- due to the anesthesia.
"I was a mechanistic medical doctor, and this event represented new physical laws that I didn't understand," he said. "How can I be hovering? Where is my brain, and what am I seeing with? Am I breathing? Why can I hear?"
"My world turned dark, and for a moment I was relieved. I'm returning to my body, I thought.
"But that relief was replaced by fear as I saw a distant lightning storm off to my right, one that seemed to draw me in very quickly and soon became loud with the sound of thunder and... What is that?... screams and moans of pain and anguish as wildfire moved over burned souls that withered from the intense heat. I was made to lie on a bed of nails, where their needle sharpness tortured my flesh.
"I was drawn in as if on a moving sidewalk that took me to the edge of this flaming canyon. Smoke filled my nostrils and with it the sickening odor of burning flesh. I was on the lip of hell.
"I tried to turn and I couldn't. I tried to move back but couldn't. Every time I took a step back, an unseen force moved me forward, leaving me with a horrific view of the most agonizing place one could ever imagine."
As a Hindu, he knew this place as naraka (hell).
"You have clearly not been making love," Dr. Parti heard a voice say, telepathic but as clear as if spoken in his ears, "so powerful," he writes, "that it may well have been spoken by God." Added the voice: "You have led a materialistic and selfish life."
He knew that was only too true and felt ashamed.
"I saw my patients as profit centers, people who could give me the wealth and prestige I wanted in exchange for my services as an anesthesiologist," he bravely says, unconcerned with how others in the medical profession might view his otherworldly experience. "I was a doctor who did his job well but cared very little that he was working on a human being."
Now, standing on the rim of hell, he recalled a woman with arthritis who had come to him for pain medication (Dr. Parti, in addition to his hospital work, owned a pain clinic) and weeping, sought his counsel about her husband, who was suffering from lung cancer. "'I would love to talk to you,' I said, writing out a prescription for her pain and sleeping pills and handing them to her. 'But I have several patients waiting.' And I left."
This he saw in the review of his life.
It is not just sins like adultery and murder.
It's how we treat people. We are all subject to the temptation of selfishness. It's certainly not just the medical profession.
Many are the good and caring doctors. We've met many personally. And who can begrudge a comfortable living to those plugged through long years of medical school and then strenuous internships and residencies; who now find themselves on call, with long hours.
But are some -- too many -- in it for the money?
It is certainly a time of unrestrained health-care costs. And within that field -- whether hospital CEOs or laboratory owners -- are indeed those motivated far too strongly by profit.
That may go unaddressed in our current society, but apparently not after life on earth.
[resources: afterlife books, especially What You Take To Heaven]
[Luke 16: "'Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day. 20 And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores, 21 and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man's table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores. 22 Now the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham's bosom; and the rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torment, and saw Abraham far away and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 And he cried out and said, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus so that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool off my tongue, for I am in agony in this flame." 25 But Abraham said, "Child, remember that during your life you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus bad things; but now he is being comforted here, and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you there is a great chasm fixed, so that those who wish to come over from here to you will not be able, and that none may cross over from there to us.'"]
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2016
People testify about hell. How hell looks like!
People testify about hell. How hell looks like!
https://youtu.be/mgGJld4nQiA
The Hell - Apaya
https://youtu.be/f3qux07Zd1k
apaya
https://youtu.be/5wUy8EN1qeg
These People Went To Hell - Studying Near Death Experiences, Demons and Spiritual Beings. 1 / 5
https://youtu.be/vqBq4axzXjo
People testify about hell. How hell looks like!
https://youtu.be/mgGJld4nQiA
The Hell - Apaya
https://youtu.be/f3qux07Zd1k
apaya
https://youtu.be/5wUy8EN1qeg
https://youtu.be/mgGJld4nQiA
The Hell - Apaya
https://youtu.be/f3qux07Zd1k
apaya
https://youtu.be/5wUy8EN1qeg
These People Went To Hell - Studying Near Death Experiences, Demons and Spiritual Beings. 1 / 5
https://youtu.be/vqBq4axzXjoSATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2016
Where the Worm Dieth Not - Michael Voris
WHERE THE WORM DIETH NOT
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2016
STUFF HAPPENS...GO TO CONFESSION NOW WHILE YOU CAN : There are millions of people in Hell today who thought they had one more day to repent.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 6, 2016
Unseen footage of Japan tsunami-shocking Video - Earthquake JAPAN
THURSDAY, JULY 28, 2016
Gospel today July 28, 2016 : The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous and throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth
Gospel
Jesus said to the disciples:
“The Kingdom of heaven is like a net thrown into the sea,
which collects fish of every kind.
When it is full they haul it ashore
and sit down to put what is good into buckets.
What is bad they throw away.
Thus it will be at the end of the age.The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous
and throw them into the fiery furnace,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.”
“Do you understand all these things?”
They answered, “Yes.”
And he replied,
“Then every scribe who has been instructed in the Kingdom of heaven
is like the head of a household who brings from his storeroom
both the new and the old.”
When Jesus finished these parables, he went away from there.
MT 13:47-53
Jesus said to the disciples:
“The Kingdom of heaven is like a net thrown into the sea,
which collects fish of every kind.
When it is full they haul it ashore
and sit down to put what is good into buckets.
What is bad they throw away.
Thus it will be at the end of the age.The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous
and throw them into the fiery furnace,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.”
“Do you understand all these things?”
They answered, “Yes.”
And he replied,
“Then every scribe who has been instructed in the Kingdom of heaven
is like the head of a household who brings from his storeroom
both the new and the old.”
When Jesus finished these parables, he went away from there.
MT 13:47-53
“The Kingdom of heaven is like a net thrown into the sea,
which collects fish of every kind.
When it is full they haul it ashore
and sit down to put what is good into buckets.
What is bad they throw away.
Thus it will be at the end of the age.The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous
and throw them into the fiery furnace,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.”
“Do you understand all these things?”
They answered, “Yes.”
And he replied,
“Then every scribe who has been instructed in the Kingdom of heaven
is like the head of a household who brings from his storeroom
both the new and the old.”
When Jesus finished these parables, he went away from there.
MT 13:47-53
July 28, 2016
Thursday Of The Seventeenth Week In Ordinary Time
Reflecting on the horrors of hell can help us to avoid ending up there
http://eucharistandmission.blogspot.it/2016/07/like-fatima-visionaries-we-should.html
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There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen; and feasted sumptuously every day.
And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who lay at his gate, full of sores,Desiring to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man' s table, and no one did give him; moreover the dogs came, and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham' s bosom.
And the rich man also died: and he was buried in hell. And lifting up his eyes when he was in torments, he saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom: And he cried, and said:
Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, to cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.
And Abraham said to him: Son, remember that thou didst receive good things in thy lifetime, and likewise Lazarus evil things, but now he is comforted; and thou art tormented.
And besides all this, between us and you, there
is fixed a great chaos: so that they who would pass from hence to you, cannot, nor from thence come hither. And he said: Then, father, I beseech thee, that thou wouldst send him to my father' s house,
for I have five brethren, That he may testify unto
them, lest they also come into this place of torments. And Abraham said to him: They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. But he said: No, father Abraham: but if
one went to them from the dead, they will do penance.
And he said to him: If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they believe, if one rise again from the dead. -Luke :19-31,The Rich Man (Dives) and Lazarus.
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Reflecting on the horrors of hell can help us to avoid ending up there
http://eucharistandmission.blogspot.it/2016/07/like-fatima-visionaries-we-should.html
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There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen; and feasted sumptuously every day.
And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who lay at his gate, full of sores,Desiring to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man' s table, and no one did give him; moreover the dogs came, and licked his sores.
And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who lay at his gate, full of sores,Desiring to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man' s table, and no one did give him; moreover the dogs came, and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham' s bosom.
And the rich man also died: and he was buried in hell. And lifting up his eyes when he was in torments, he saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom: And he cried, and said:
Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, to cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.
And Abraham said to him: Son, remember that thou didst receive good things in thy lifetime, and likewise Lazarus evil things, but now he is comforted; and thou art tormented.
And the rich man also died: and he was buried in hell. And lifting up his eyes when he was in torments, he saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom: And he cried, and said:
Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, to cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.
And Abraham said to him: Son, remember that thou didst receive good things in thy lifetime, and likewise Lazarus evil things, but now he is comforted; and thou art tormented.
And besides all this, between us and you, there
is fixed a great chaos: so that they who would pass from hence to you, cannot, nor from thence come hither. And he said: Then, father, I beseech thee, that thou wouldst send him to my father' s house,
for I have five brethren, That he may testify unto
them, lest they also come into this place of torments. And Abraham said to him: They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. But he said: No, father Abraham: but if
one went to them from the dead, they will do penance.
is fixed a great chaos: so that they who would pass from hence to you, cannot, nor from thence come hither. And he said: Then, father, I beseech thee, that thou wouldst send him to my father' s house,
for I have five brethren, That he may testify unto
them, lest they also come into this place of torments. And Abraham said to him: They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. But he said: No, father Abraham: but if
one went to them from the dead, they will do penance.
And he said to him: If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they believe, if one rise again from the dead. -Luke :19-31,The Rich Man (Dives) and Lazarus.
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Like the Fatima visionaries, we should meditate on hell - Donal Anthony Foley
Reflecting on the horrors of hell can help us to avoid ending up there
What are we to make of the vision of hell which was seen by the Fatima children on July 13, 1917?
The vision was revealed in Sister Lucia’s Third Memoir – which was written in the summer of 1941 – when she stated that she was going to reveal the first two parts of the Fatima secret, and that the first part of this secret was the vision of hell.
This is how she describes it:
“Our Lady showed us a great sea of fire which seemed to be under the earth. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now falling back on every side like sparks in a huge fire, without weight or equilibrium, and amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repellent likeness to frightful and unknown animals, all black and transparent.”
After this horrifying vision, Sister Lucia went on to say:
“This vision lasted but an instant. How can we ever be grateful enough to our kind heavenly Mother, who had already prepared us by promising, in the first Apparition, to take us to heaven. Otherwise, I think we would have died of fear and terror.”
Clearly, this vision was very brief, but very powerful and indeed terrifying. Sr Lucia then says:
“We then looked up at Our Lady, who said to us so kindly and so sadly: ‘You have seen hell where the souls of poor sinners go. To save them, God wishes to establish in the world devotion to my Immaculate Heart. If what I say to you is done, many souls will be saved and there will be peace.’ ”
Our Lady then went on to outline what needed to be done if souls would indeed be saved and peace given to the world – that is the second part of the secret.
The first point to make about this vision is that it strongly affirms the existence of hell, a fact which has been downplayed by some Catholics in recent years; the vision seen by the children, though, and the whole of Catholic tradition are opposed to that type of thinking. And in addition, Jesus mentions hell a number of times in the New Testament, and in quite graphic terms.
For example, in St Mark’s Gospel, after describing various sins that would make a person worthy of going to hell, such as corrupting little children, or using parts of the body for sinful purposes, he says: “And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out; it is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than with two eyes to be thrown into hell, where their worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched.” (Mark 9:42-48)
In St Matthew’s Gospel, in the parable of the sower, Jesus uses the weeds and the wheat of the parable as symbolic of the lost and the saved, saying: “Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn” (Matthew 13:30).
There is a reference to the traditional concept of hell here in the fact that the weeds are burned.
Later on, Jesus explained the meaning of this parable to his disciples, saying:
“Just as the weeds are gathered and burned with fire, so will it be at the close of the age. The Son of man will send his angels, and they will gather out of his kingdom all causes of sin and all evildoers, and throw them into the furnace of fire; there men will weep and gnash their teeth.” (Matt 13:40-42)
So from these and other scriptural passages we get a general picture of hell as a place of eternal punishment, a punishment involving fire, a never-ending fire, and also as a place of remorse and despair.
Thus the thought of hell is meant to be a sobering one for us, and one we should take seriously. The vision of hell certainly made a very strong impression on the Fatima seers, and particularly on Jacinta, as Sister Lucia further relates:
“The vision of hell filled her with horror to such a degree, that every penance and mortification was as nothing in her eyes, if it could only prevent souls from going there.”
In fact, hell became a preoccupation of young Jacinta. One time she exclaimed:
“Oh, hell! hell! How sorry I am for the souls who go to hell! And the people down there, burning alive, like wood in the fire!”
Lucia tells us that, she would then kneel down with her hands joined, and recite the prayer that Our Lady had taught them: “O my Jesus! Forgive us, save us from the fire of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are most in need.”
At other times, she asked her cousin: “Why doesn’t Our Lady show hell to sinners? If they saw it, they would not sin, so as to avoid going there! You must tell Our Lady to show hell to all the people. You’ll see how they will be converted.”
Before she died, Jacinta spent some time at an orphanage in Lisbon. The Sister in charge, who was known as Mother Godinho, was able to talk to Jacinta. In some cases, it seems that the things Jacinta spoke of came from Our Lady, but in others they resulted from the infused wisdom with which the little girl was gifted. In fact, Mother Godinho asked Jacinta about this, saying, ‘Who taught you these things?’ to which she responded, ‘Our Lady, but some of them I thought myself. I love to think.’
Jacinta reportedly told Mother Godinho that many people went to hell because of “sins of the flesh”. She also apparently said that certain fashions would be introduced which would be very offensive to Our Lord.
Clearly we are living in a time when sexual immorality and immodest fashions are widespread, so these points very much apply to our age.
We are not likely to see either heaven or hell in this life, but in the first part of the Fatima secret we have been given a clear reiteration of hell’s existence and horror. Like Jacinta, we need to mediate on hell – in our case so as to ensure that we don’t end up going there.
Donal Anthony Foley is the author of a number of books on Marian Apparitions, and maintains a related web site at www.theotokos.org.uk. He has also a written a time-travel/adventure book for young people
http://www.m.www.catholicherald.co.uk/commentandblogs/2016/07/21/like-the-fatima-visionaries-we-should-meditate-on-hell/
Reflecting on the horrors of hell can help us to avoid ending up there
What are we to make of the vision of hell which was seen by the Fatima children on July 13, 1917?
The vision was revealed in Sister Lucia’s Third Memoir – which was written in the summer of 1941 – when she stated that she was going to reveal the first two parts of the Fatima secret, and that the first part of this secret was the vision of hell.
This is how she describes it:
“Our Lady showed us a great sea of fire which seemed to be under the earth. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now falling back on every side like sparks in a huge fire, without weight or equilibrium, and amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repellent likeness to frightful and unknown animals, all black and transparent.”
After this horrifying vision, Sister Lucia went on to say:
“This vision lasted but an instant. How can we ever be grateful enough to our kind heavenly Mother, who had already prepared us by promising, in the first Apparition, to take us to heaven. Otherwise, I think we would have died of fear and terror.”
Clearly, this vision was very brief, but very powerful and indeed terrifying. Sr Lucia then says:
“We then looked up at Our Lady, who said to us so kindly and so sadly: ‘You have seen hell where the souls of poor sinners go. To save them, God wishes to establish in the world devotion to my Immaculate Heart. If what I say to you is done, many souls will be saved and there will be peace.’ ”
Our Lady then went on to outline what needed to be done if souls would indeed be saved and peace given to the world – that is the second part of the secret.
The first point to make about this vision is that it strongly affirms the existence of hell, a fact which has been downplayed by some Catholics in recent years; the vision seen by the children, though, and the whole of Catholic tradition are opposed to that type of thinking. And in addition, Jesus mentions hell a number of times in the New Testament, and in quite graphic terms.
For example, in St Mark’s Gospel, after describing various sins that would make a person worthy of going to hell, such as corrupting little children, or using parts of the body for sinful purposes, he says: “And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out; it is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than with two eyes to be thrown into hell, where their worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched.” (Mark 9:42-48)
In St Matthew’s Gospel, in the parable of the sower, Jesus uses the weeds and the wheat of the parable as symbolic of the lost and the saved, saying: “Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn” (Matthew 13:30).
There is a reference to the traditional concept of hell here in the fact that the weeds are burned.
Later on, Jesus explained the meaning of this parable to his disciples, saying:
“Just as the weeds are gathered and burned with fire, so will it be at the close of the age. The Son of man will send his angels, and they will gather out of his kingdom all causes of sin and all evildoers, and throw them into the furnace of fire; there men will weep and gnash their teeth.” (Matt 13:40-42)
So from these and other scriptural passages we get a general picture of hell as a place of eternal punishment, a punishment involving fire, a never-ending fire, and also as a place of remorse and despair.
Thus the thought of hell is meant to be a sobering one for us, and one we should take seriously. The vision of hell certainly made a very strong impression on the Fatima seers, and particularly on Jacinta, as Sister Lucia further relates:
“The vision of hell filled her with horror to such a degree, that every penance and mortification was as nothing in her eyes, if it could only prevent souls from going there.”
In fact, hell became a preoccupation of young Jacinta. One time she exclaimed:
“Oh, hell! hell! How sorry I am for the souls who go to hell! And the people down there, burning alive, like wood in the fire!”
Lucia tells us that, she would then kneel down with her hands joined, and recite the prayer that Our Lady had taught them: “O my Jesus! Forgive us, save us from the fire of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are most in need.”
At other times, she asked her cousin: “Why doesn’t Our Lady show hell to sinners? If they saw it, they would not sin, so as to avoid going there! You must tell Our Lady to show hell to all the people. You’ll see how they will be converted.”
Before she died, Jacinta spent some time at an orphanage in Lisbon. The Sister in charge, who was known as Mother Godinho, was able to talk to Jacinta. In some cases, it seems that the things Jacinta spoke of came from Our Lady, but in others they resulted from the infused wisdom with which the little girl was gifted. In fact, Mother Godinho asked Jacinta about this, saying, ‘Who taught you these things?’ to which she responded, ‘Our Lady, but some of them I thought myself. I love to think.’
Jacinta reportedly told Mother Godinho that many people went to hell because of “sins of the flesh”. She also apparently said that certain fashions would be introduced which would be very offensive to Our Lord.
Clearly we are living in a time when sexual immorality and immodest fashions are widespread, so these points very much apply to our age.
We are not likely to see either heaven or hell in this life, but in the first part of the Fatima secret we have been given a clear reiteration of hell’s existence and horror. Like Jacinta, we need to mediate on hell – in our case so as to ensure that we don’t end up going there.
Donal Anthony Foley is the author of a number of books on Marian Apparitions, and maintains a related web site at www.theotokos.org.uk. He has also a written a time-travel/adventure book for young people
FRIDAY, JULY 22, 2016
The Biter Bitten
from the blog Connecticut Catholic Corner
The following is from The Fountain of Catholic Knowledge (copyrighted by Office of Catholic Publications, 1900)...
Two young officers, when walking one day in Paris, entered the Church of the Assumption. After having looked at the pictures, the architecture; after having thought of everything excepting God, they were going out, when they perceived a priest wearing a surplice kneeling down close to a confessional. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
"Look! Do you see that priest?" said one of the young men, laughingly, to his companion. "What is he doing there?"
"Waiting for you, perhaps," replied the other.
"Not very probable," answered the first; "but what will you bet that I go up and speak to him?"
"I bet you will not."
"And what is more, that I will confess to him?"
"I bet you will not."
"I bet that I will. Come, what do you bet?"
"A good dinner."
"With champagne?"
"With champagne."
"Done!...Agreed!... Wait for me, and watch the manoeuvre."
And the foolish young fellow advances boldly to the priest of God. He whispers to him, and he rises immediately, enters the confessional; then the officer goes in at one of the sides and kneels down, just as is always done.
"Will he ever have the effrontery?" thought the other. And with a smile of admiration on his lips, he sat down to wait for the improvised penitent.
This went on for about seven or eight minutes, at the end of which he thought the joke had lasted a little too long. At length, after more than a quarter of an hour, the officer rose, came out of the confessional, and left after making a sign to his friend. His face was serious, and he seemed deeply moved. However, he laughed about the adventure with his companion, but would not tell him why he had remained so long. Upon the first excuse he left him and returned home.
Two days after, he again entered the Assumption, and, after having prayed for a long time, approached the same confessional where the same priest had just gone in.
This time he remained for half an hour; there were tears in his eyes when he came out...Peace and joy were written in his face...He had just received the pardon of his sins...And what was the meaning of all this? and what had happened to him two days before? It happens as follows, and I tell it in the officer's own words:
The priest to whom he addressed himself very quickly perceived, by the tone of his penitent, that he was listening to no serious confession.
"This is all in mockery, monsieur," he said gently, interrupting him. "You are doing wrong; you must not scoff at the things of God nor at His appointed ministers. But I pardon you from my heart, and I pray God to do the same."
The officer, a little disconcerted, tried to excuse himself.
"No, no," said the good priest, smiling. "You have done wrong; let us say no more about it. Still, since you have sought me out, allow me to speak to you for a minute, to ask you what you are-what is your calling?"
"Willingly, father," replied the young man; "I am an officer."
"Ah! That is a very fine calling. And what is your grade?"
"I am a sub-lieutenant."
"And after that what will you become?"
"I shall be a lieutenant."
"And afterward?"
"Afterward a captain."
"And afterward?"
"A commander; then lieutenant-colonel, then colonel, then general, then lieutenant-general, perhaps."
"And what age will you be then?"
"Well, if I have good luck, and if I go to Africa, about forty or forty-five."
"And do you not intend to marry?"
"Oh, yes, I shall marry!"
"Well, then you will become a general and married; and after that what will you become?"
"After that? Why there is nothing left but the grade of a marshal."
"And supposing that you should obtain that, what would you do afterward?"
"Upon my word, I should do nothing more. I should rest with my wife and children."
"And afterward?"
"How afterward?"
The serious tone of the priest troubled the young officer.
"Ah, well! I shall die afterward."
"And afterward?"
The young man shuddered. Of this afterward he never thought.
"You give me no answer, monsieur." said the confessor gravely. "You are ignorant perhaps, of what will come to pass afterward. You have told me only of what will happen before. But now I will tell you, in my turn, what will happen afterward. After your death, your soul will appear before Jesus Christ, and will be judged, not according to that human glory which will have vanished like a dream, but according to the good or evil it has done. If you have been virtuous, a faithful observer of the laws of God and of His Church; if you have been humble, pure, chaste, just, and merciful to others,-in a word, if you have been a good and faithful Christian, you will be saved, and will enter into the immutable happiness of eternity. If, on the contrary, you have followed the bent of your evil passions; if you have forgotten the services of God; if you have been proud, sensual, negligent, merciless, and unjust,- in a word, if you have not been a true Christian, you will be damned, understand me, monsieur.
General, marshal, though you may be, you will be judged by Him who has no respect for persons, and you will hear the thunder of the terrible sentence: 'Depart from Me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.' Now I have only one word more to say to you. It was no slight offence to come thus to mock me, face to face. I demand some satisfaction which, as a man of honor, you cannot refuse.
I demand, understand me,-I demand that during one week, very night before you sleep, you shall think of what I have just said to you, and shall pronounce these words: 'I shall die; but I laugh at it. After my death I shall be judged; but I laugh at it. After my judgment I shall be eternally damned; but I laugh at it.'
This is the reparation that I exact. Will you give me your word of honor to that you will not fail to grant it?"
His penitent, wholly entangled in the snare he had intended for another, dared not refuse. He promised upon his word of honor to do what was asked from him.
"Go, then, monsieur," said the priest; "I pardon you from my heart, and I promise to remember you before the throne of God."
From a sentiment of loyalty and honor, the young officer performed the penance thus imposed. He made no resistance, and two days after his heart changed, and, sincerely repentant, he returned in good earnest to that confessional which he had entered in jest. He has since become an excellent Christian.
If we were wise, we should reflect every day upon the shortness of life, and the unchangeable eternity which awaits us; and by means, we too, should become good and faithful Christians." [end, pg 379-382]
~~~
I highly recommend watching this excellent episode of The Download which speaks of what awaits people in hell...and a few of the sins, especially betrayal that will send a person to hell.
Video : The Download—Hell and Traitorous Clergy
https://youtu.be/HBrylOLxhOM
from the blog Connecticut Catholic Corner
The following is from The Fountain of Catholic Knowledge (copyrighted by Office of Catholic Publications, 1900)...
Two young officers, when walking one day in Paris, entered the Church of the Assumption. After having looked at the pictures, the architecture; after having thought of everything excepting God, they were going out, when they perceived a priest wearing a surplice kneeling down close to a confessional. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
"Look! Do you see that priest?" said one of the young men, laughingly, to his companion. "What is he doing there?"
"Waiting for you, perhaps," replied the other.
"Not very probable," answered the first; "but what will you bet that I go up and speak to him?"
"I bet you will not."
"And what is more, that I will confess to him?"
"I bet you will not."
"I bet that I will. Come, what do you bet?"
"A good dinner."
"With champagne?"
"With champagne."
"Done!...Agreed!... Wait for me, and watch the manoeuvre."
And the foolish young fellow advances boldly to the priest of God. He whispers to him, and he rises immediately, enters the confessional; then the officer goes in at one of the sides and kneels down, just as is always done.
"Will he ever have the effrontery?" thought the other. And with a smile of admiration on his lips, he sat down to wait for the improvised penitent.
This went on for about seven or eight minutes, at the end of which he thought the joke had lasted a little too long. At length, after more than a quarter of an hour, the officer rose, came out of the confessional, and left after making a sign to his friend. His face was serious, and he seemed deeply moved. However, he laughed about the adventure with his companion, but would not tell him why he had remained so long. Upon the first excuse he left him and returned home.
Two days after, he again entered the Assumption, and, after having prayed for a long time, approached the same confessional where the same priest had just gone in.
This time he remained for half an hour; there were tears in his eyes when he came out...Peace and joy were written in his face...He had just received the pardon of his sins...And what was the meaning of all this? and what had happened to him two days before? It happens as follows, and I tell it in the officer's own words:
The priest to whom he addressed himself very quickly perceived, by the tone of his penitent, that he was listening to no serious confession.
"This is all in mockery, monsieur," he said gently, interrupting him. "You are doing wrong; you must not scoff at the things of God nor at His appointed ministers. But I pardon you from my heart, and I pray God to do the same."
The officer, a little disconcerted, tried to excuse himself.
"No, no," said the good priest, smiling. "You have done wrong; let us say no more about it. Still, since you have sought me out, allow me to speak to you for a minute, to ask you what you are-what is your calling?"
"Willingly, father," replied the young man; "I am an officer."
"Ah! That is a very fine calling. And what is your grade?"
"I am a sub-lieutenant."
"And after that what will you become?"
"I shall be a lieutenant."
"And afterward?"
"Afterward a captain."
"And afterward?"
"A commander; then lieutenant-colonel, then colonel, then general, then lieutenant-general, perhaps."
"And what age will you be then?"
"Well, if I have good luck, and if I go to Africa, about forty or forty-five."
"And do you not intend to marry?"
"Oh, yes, I shall marry!"
"Well, then you will become a general and married; and after that what will you become?"
"After that? Why there is nothing left but the grade of a marshal."
"And supposing that you should obtain that, what would you do afterward?"
"Upon my word, I should do nothing more. I should rest with my wife and children."
"And afterward?"
"How afterward?"
The serious tone of the priest troubled the young officer.
"Ah, well! I shall die afterward."
"And afterward?"
The young man shuddered. Of this afterward he never thought.
"You give me no answer, monsieur." said the confessor gravely. "You are ignorant perhaps, of what will come to pass afterward. You have told me only of what will happen before. But now I will tell you, in my turn, what will happen afterward. After your death, your soul will appear before Jesus Christ, and will be judged, not according to that human glory which will have vanished like a dream, but according to the good or evil it has done. If you have been virtuous, a faithful observer of the laws of God and of His Church; if you have been humble, pure, chaste, just, and merciful to others,-in a word, if you have been a good and faithful Christian, you will be saved, and will enter into the immutable happiness of eternity. If, on the contrary, you have followed the bent of your evil passions; if you have forgotten the services of God; if you have been proud, sensual, negligent, merciless, and unjust,- in a word, if you have not been a true Christian, you will be damned, understand me, monsieur.
General, marshal, though you may be, you will be judged by Him who has no respect for persons, and you will hear the thunder of the terrible sentence: 'Depart from Me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.' Now I have only one word more to say to you. It was no slight offence to come thus to mock me, face to face. I demand some satisfaction which, as a man of honor, you cannot refuse.
I demand, understand me,-I demand that during one week, very night before you sleep, you shall think of what I have just said to you, and shall pronounce these words: 'I shall die; but I laugh at it. After my death I shall be judged; but I laugh at it. After my judgment I shall be eternally damned; but I laugh at it.'
This is the reparation that I exact. Will you give me your word of honor to that you will not fail to grant it?"
His penitent, wholly entangled in the snare he had intended for another, dared not refuse. He promised upon his word of honor to do what was asked from him.
"Go, then, monsieur," said the priest; "I pardon you from my heart, and I promise to remember you before the throne of God."
From a sentiment of loyalty and honor, the young officer performed the penance thus imposed. He made no resistance, and two days after his heart changed, and, sincerely repentant, he returned in good earnest to that confessional which he had entered in jest. He has since become an excellent Christian.
If we were wise, we should reflect every day upon the shortness of life, and the unchangeable eternity which awaits us; and by means, we too, should become good and faithful Christians." [end, pg 379-382]
~~~
I highly recommend watching this excellent episode of The Download which speaks of what awaits people in hell...and a few of the sins, especially betrayal that will send a person to hell.
Video : The Download—Hell and Traitorous Clergy
https://youtu.be/HBrylOLxhOM
Two young officers, when walking one day in Paris, entered the Church of the Assumption. After having looked at the pictures, the architecture; after having thought of everything excepting God, they were going out, when they perceived a priest wearing a surplice kneeling down close to a confessional. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
"Look! Do you see that priest?" said one of the young men, laughingly, to his companion. "What is he doing there?"
"Waiting for you, perhaps," replied the other.
"Not very probable," answered the first; "but what will you bet that I go up and speak to him?"
"I bet you will not."
"And what is more, that I will confess to him?"
"I bet you will not."
"I bet that I will. Come, what do you bet?"
"A good dinner."
"With champagne?"
"With champagne."
"Done!...Agreed!... Wait for me, and watch the manoeuvre."
And the foolish young fellow advances boldly to the priest of God. He whispers to him, and he rises immediately, enters the confessional; then the officer goes in at one of the sides and kneels down, just as is always done.
"Will he ever have the effrontery?" thought the other. And with a smile of admiration on his lips, he sat down to wait for the improvised penitent.
This went on for about seven or eight minutes, at the end of which he thought the joke had lasted a little too long. At length, after more than a quarter of an hour, the officer rose, came out of the confessional, and left after making a sign to his friend. His face was serious, and he seemed deeply moved. However, he laughed about the adventure with his companion, but would not tell him why he had remained so long. Upon the first excuse he left him and returned home.
Two days after, he again entered the Assumption, and, after having prayed for a long time, approached the same confessional where the same priest had just gone in.
This time he remained for half an hour; there were tears in his eyes when he came out...Peace and joy were written in his face...He had just received the pardon of his sins...And what was the meaning of all this? and what had happened to him two days before? It happens as follows, and I tell it in the officer's own words:
The priest to whom he addressed himself very quickly perceived, by the tone of his penitent, that he was listening to no serious confession.
"This is all in mockery, monsieur," he said gently, interrupting him. "You are doing wrong; you must not scoff at the things of God nor at His appointed ministers. But I pardon you from my heart, and I pray God to do the same."
The officer, a little disconcerted, tried to excuse himself.
"No, no," said the good priest, smiling. "You have done wrong; let us say no more about it. Still, since you have sought me out, allow me to speak to you for a minute, to ask you what you are-what is your calling?"
"Willingly, father," replied the young man; "I am an officer."
"Ah! That is a very fine calling. And what is your grade?"
"I am a sub-lieutenant."
"And after that what will you become?"
"I shall be a lieutenant."
"And afterward?"
"Afterward a captain."
"And afterward?"
"A commander; then lieutenant-colonel, then colonel, then general, then lieutenant-general, perhaps."
"And what age will you be then?"
"Well, if I have good luck, and if I go to Africa, about forty or forty-five."
"And do you not intend to marry?"
"Oh, yes, I shall marry!"
"Well, then you will become a general and married; and after that what will you become?"
"After that? Why there is nothing left but the grade of a marshal."
"And supposing that you should obtain that, what would you do afterward?"
"Upon my word, I should do nothing more. I should rest with my wife and children."
"And afterward?"
"How afterward?"
The serious tone of the priest troubled the young officer.
"Ah, well! I shall die afterward."
"And afterward?"
The young man shuddered. Of this afterward he never thought.
"You give me no answer, monsieur." said the confessor gravely. "You are ignorant perhaps, of what will come to pass afterward. You have told me only of what will happen before. But now I will tell you, in my turn, what will happen afterward. After your death, your soul will appear before Jesus Christ, and will be judged, not according to that human glory which will have vanished like a dream, but according to the good or evil it has done. If you have been virtuous, a faithful observer of the laws of God and of His Church; if you have been humble, pure, chaste, just, and merciful to others,-in a word, if you have been a good and faithful Christian, you will be saved, and will enter into the immutable happiness of eternity. If, on the contrary, you have followed the bent of your evil passions; if you have forgotten the services of God; if you have been proud, sensual, negligent, merciless, and unjust,- in a word, if you have not been a true Christian, you will be damned, understand me, monsieur.
General, marshal, though you may be, you will be judged by Him who has no respect for persons, and you will hear the thunder of the terrible sentence: 'Depart from Me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.' Now I have only one word more to say to you. It was no slight offence to come thus to mock me, face to face. I demand some satisfaction which, as a man of honor, you cannot refuse.
I demand, understand me,-I demand that during one week, very night before you sleep, you shall think of what I have just said to you, and shall pronounce these words: 'I shall die; but I laugh at it. After my death I shall be judged; but I laugh at it. After my judgment I shall be eternally damned; but I laugh at it.'
This is the reparation that I exact. Will you give me your word of honor to that you will not fail to grant it?"
His penitent, wholly entangled in the snare he had intended for another, dared not refuse. He promised upon his word of honor to do what was asked from him.
"Go, then, monsieur," said the priest; "I pardon you from my heart, and I promise to remember you before the throne of God."
From a sentiment of loyalty and honor, the young officer performed the penance thus imposed. He made no resistance, and two days after his heart changed, and, sincerely repentant, he returned in good earnest to that confessional which he had entered in jest. He has since become an excellent Christian.
If we were wise, we should reflect every day upon the shortness of life, and the unchangeable eternity which awaits us; and by means, we too, should become good and faithful Christians." [end, pg 379-382]
~~~
I highly recommend watching this excellent episode of The Download which speaks of what awaits people in hell...and a few of the sins, especially betrayal that will send a person to hell.
Video : The Download—Hell and Traitorous Clergy
https://youtu.be/HBrylOLxhOM
MONDAY, JULY 18, 2016
There is a Hell, and I Am in It ~ Bishop Louis Gaston De Sègur
Top Seven Sins That Will Send You To Hell
MONDAY, JULY 11, 2016
The Denial of Hell by Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.Fourth in a Series on Hell (from Radical Catholic)
http://theradicalcatholic.blogspot.it/2016/07/the-denial-of-hell.html
The Denial of Hell
Fourth in a Series on Hell
by
Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
There are some miserable men
- let us rather say, fools
- who, in the delirium of their
iniquity, make bold to
declare that they laugh at hell.
They say so, but only
with their lips; their
consciences protest and give
them the lie.
Jean-Marie Collot d'Herbois
Jean-Marie Collot d'Herbois,
famous for his impiety as
much as for is sanguinary
ferocity, was the chief
author of the massacres of
Lyons in 1793; he caused
the destruction of at least
1,600 individuals. Six
years after, in 1799, he
was banished to Cayenne,
and used to give vent
to his infernal rage by
blaspheming the holiest
things. The least act of
religion became the
subject of his jests. Having
seen a soldier make the
sign of the cross, "Imbecile!"
he said to him. "You still
believe in superstition! Do
you not know that God, the
Holy Virgin, Paradise, Hell,
are the inventions of the
accursed tribe of priests?"
Shortly after, he fell sick
and was seized by violent
pains. In an access of fever
he swallowed, at a single
draught, a bottle of liquor.
His disease increased; he
felt as if burned by a
fire that was devouring his
bowels. He uttered frightful
shrieks, called upon God,
the Holy Virgin, a priest,
to come to his relief. "Well,
indeed," said the soldier to
him, "you ask for a priest?
You fear hell then? You used
to curse the priests, make
fun of hell! Alas!" He then
answered: "My tongue was
lying to my heart." Pretty
soon, he expired, vomiting
blood and foam.
The following incident
happened in 1837. A young
under-lieutenant, being in
Paris, entered the Church
of the Assumption, near
the Toilers, and saw
a priest kneeling near
a confessional. As he made
religion the habitual subject
of his jokes, he wished
to go to confession to while
away the time, and
went into the confessional.
"Monsieur l'abbé," he said,
"would you be good
enough to hear my
confession?" "Willingly my
son; confess unrestrained."
"But I must first say that I
am a rather unique kind of
a sinner." "No matter; the
sacrament of penance
has been instituted for all
sinners." "But I am not
very much of a believer
in religious matters."
"You believe more than
you think." "Believe? I?
I am a regular scoffer."
The confessor saw with
whom he had to deal,
and that there was
some mystification. He
replied, smiling: "You
are a regular scoffer?
Are you then making
fun of me, too?" The
pretended penitent smiled
in like manner. "Listen,"
the priest went on, "what
you have just done here
is not serious. Let us leave
confession aside; and, if
you please, have a little
chat. I like military people
greatly; and, then, you
have the appearance of a
good, amiable youth. Tell
me, what is your rank?"
"Under-lieutenant." "Will
you remain an under-lieutenant
long?" "Two, three, perhaps
four years." "And after?"
"I shall hope to become
a lieutenant?" "And after?"
"I hope to become a captain."
"And after?" "Lieutenant-colonel?"
"How old will you be then?"
"Forty to forty-five years."
"And after that?" "I shall
become a brigadier general."
"And after?" "If I rise higher,
I shall be general of a
division." "And after?"
"After! there is nothing
more except the Marshal's
baton; but my pretensions
do not reach so high." "Well
and good. But do you intend
to get married?" "Yes,
when I shall be a superior
officer." "Well! There
you are married; a superior
officer, a general, perhaps
even a French marshal, who
knows? And after?" "After?
Upon my word, I do not know
what will be after."
"See, how strange it is!" said
the abbé. Then, in a tone
of voice that grew more sober:
"You know all that shall
happen up to that point,
and you do not know what
will be after. Well, I know,
and I am going to tell you.
After, you shall die, be judged,
and, if you continue to live
as you do, you shall be
damned, you shall go and
burn in hell; that is what
will be after."
As the under-lieutenant,
dispirited at this conclusion,
seemed anxious to steal away:
"One moment, sir," said the
abbé. "You are a man of honor.
So am I. Agree that you have
offended me, and owe me an
apology. It will be simple.
For eight days, before retiring
to rest, you will say: 'One day
I shall die; but I laugh at the
idea. After my death I shall
be judged; but I laugh at the
idea. After my judgment,
I shall be damned; but I laugh
at the idea. I shall burn
forever in hell; but I laugh
at the idea!' That is all. But
you are going to give me
your word of honor not to
neglect it, eh?" More and more
wearied, and wishing, at any
price, to extricate himself
from this false step, the
under-lieutenant made the
promise. In the evening, his
word being given, he began
to carry out his promise.
"I shall die," he says. "I shall
be judged." He had not the
courage to add: "I laugh at
the idea." The week had not
passed before he returned
to the Church of the Assumption,
made his confession seriously,
and came out of the confessional
his face bathed with tears,
and with joy in his heart.
A young person who had
become an unbeliever
in consequence of her
dissipation, kept incessantly
shooting sarcasm at religion,
and making jests of its most
awful truths. "Juliette," some
one said to her one day, "this
will end badly. God will be
tired of your blasphemies, and
you shall be punished." "Bah,"
she answered insolently.
"It gives me very little trouble.
Who has returned from the
other world to relate what
passes there?" Less than eight
days after she was found in her
room, giving no sign of life, and
already cold. As there was no
doubt that she was dead, she
was put in a coffin and buried.
The following day, the
grave-digger, digging a new
grave beside that of the
unhappy Juliette, heard some
noise, it seemed to him that
there was a knocking in the
adjoining coffin. At once, he
puts his ear to the ground,
and in fact hears a smothered
voice, crying out: "Help! help!"
The authorities were summoned;
by their orders, the grave was
opened, the coffin taken up and
unnailed. The shroud is
removed; there is no further doubt,
Juliette was buried alive. Her
hair, her shroud were in disorder,
and her face was streaming with
blood. While they are releasing
her, and feeling her heart to be
assured that it still beats, she
heaves a sigh, like a person for a
long time deprived of air; then
she opens her eyes, makes an
effort to lift herself up, and
says: "My God, I thank thee."
Afterward, when she had got
her senses well back, and
by the aid of some food,
recovered her strength, she
added: "When I regained
consciousness in the grave
and recognized the frightful
reality of my burial, when
after having uttered shrieks,
I endeavored to break my
coffin, and struck my forehead
against the boards, I saw that
all was useless; death appeared
to me with all its horrors; it was
less the bodily than the eternal
death that frightened me.
I saw I was going to be damned.
My God, I had but too well
deserved it! Then I prayed,
I shouted for help, I lost
consciousness again, until
I awoke above ground. O,
goodness of my God!" she
said, again shedding tears,
"I had despised the truths
of faith; thou hast punished
me, but in thy mercy, I am
converted and repentant."
They who deny hell will be
forced to admit it soon; but
alas! it will be too late.
[The following video contains a Lenten retreat sermon
delivered by a traditional Catholic priest on the subject
of Heaven and Hell.]
http://theradicalcatholic.blogspot.it/2016/07/the-denial-of-hell.html
Fourth in a Series on Hell
by
Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
much as for is sanguinary
ferocity, was the chief
author of the massacres of
Lyons in 1793; he caused
the destruction of at least
1,600 individuals. Six
years after, in 1799, he
was banished to Cayenne,
and used to give vent
to his infernal rage by
blaspheming the holiest
things. The least act of
religion became the
subject of his jests. Having
seen a soldier make the
sign of the cross, "Imbecile!"
he said to him. "You still
believe in superstition! Do
you not know that God, the
Holy Virgin, Paradise, Hell,
are the inventions of the
accursed tribe of priests?"
Shortly after, he fell sick
and was seized by violent
pains. In an access of fever
he swallowed, at a single
draught, a bottle of liquor.
His disease increased; he
felt as if burned by a
fire that was devouring his
bowels. He uttered frightful
shrieks, called upon God,
the Holy Virgin, a priest,
to come to his relief. "Well,
indeed," said the soldier to
him, "you ask for a priest?
You fear hell then? You used
to curse the priests, make
fun of hell! Alas!" He then
answered: "My tongue was
lying to my heart." Pretty
soon, he expired, vomiting
blood and foam.
by
Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
There are some miserable men
- let us rather say, fools
- who, in the delirium of their
iniquity, make bold to
declare that they laugh at hell.
They say so, but only
with their lips; their
consciences protest and give
them the lie.
- let us rather say, fools
- who, in the delirium of their
iniquity, make bold to
declare that they laugh at hell.
They say so, but only
with their lips; their
consciences protest and give
them the lie.
Jean-Marie Collot d'Herbois |
Jean-Marie Collot d'Herbois,
famous for his impiety asmuch as for is sanguinary
ferocity, was the chief
author of the massacres of
Lyons in 1793; he caused
the destruction of at least
1,600 individuals. Six
years after, in 1799, he
was banished to Cayenne,
and used to give vent
to his infernal rage by
blaspheming the holiest
things. The least act of
religion became the
subject of his jests. Having
seen a soldier make the
sign of the cross, "Imbecile!"
he said to him. "You still
believe in superstition! Do
you not know that God, the
Holy Virgin, Paradise, Hell,
are the inventions of the
accursed tribe of priests?"
Shortly after, he fell sick
and was seized by violent
pains. In an access of fever
he swallowed, at a single
draught, a bottle of liquor.
His disease increased; he
felt as if burned by a
fire that was devouring his
bowels. He uttered frightful
shrieks, called upon God,
the Holy Virgin, a priest,
to come to his relief. "Well,
indeed," said the soldier to
him, "you ask for a priest?
You fear hell then? You used
to curse the priests, make
fun of hell! Alas!" He then
answered: "My tongue was
lying to my heart." Pretty
soon, he expired, vomiting
blood and foam.
The following incident
happened in 1837. A young
under-lieutenant, being in
Paris, entered the Church
of the Assumption, near
the Toilers, and saw
a priest kneeling near
a confessional. As he made
religion the habitual subject
of his jokes, he wished
to go to confession to while
away the time, and
went into the confessional.
"Monsieur l'abbé," he said,
"would you be good
enough to hear my
confession?" "Willingly my
son; confess unrestrained."
"But I must first say that I
am a rather unique kind of
a sinner." "No matter; the
sacrament of penance
has been instituted for all
sinners." "But I am not
very much of a believer
in religious matters."
"You believe more than
you think." "Believe? I?
I am a regular scoffer."
The confessor saw with
whom he had to deal,
and that there was
some mystification. He
replied, smiling: "You
are a regular scoffer?
Are you then making
fun of me, too?" The
pretended penitent smiled
in like manner. "Listen,"
the priest went on, "what
you have just done here
is not serious. Let us leave
confession aside; and, if
you please, have a little
chat. I like military people
greatly; and, then, you
have the appearance of a
good, amiable youth. Tell
me, what is your rank?"
"Under-lieutenant." "Will
you remain an under-lieutenant
long?" "Two, three, perhaps
four years." "And after?"
"I shall hope to become
a lieutenant?" "And after?"
"I hope to become a captain."
"And after?" "Lieutenant-colonel?"
"How old will you be then?"
"Forty to forty-five years."
"And after that?" "I shall
become a brigadier general."
"And after?" "If I rise higher,
I shall be general of a
division." "And after?"
"After! there is nothing
more except the Marshal's
baton; but my pretensions
do not reach so high." "Well
and good. But do you intend
to get married?" "Yes,
when I shall be a superior
officer." "Well! There
you are married; a superior
officer, a general, perhaps
even a French marshal, who
knows? And after?" "After?
Upon my word, I do not know
what will be after."
happened in 1837. A young
under-lieutenant, being in
Paris, entered the Church
of the Assumption, near
the Toilers, and saw
a priest kneeling near
a confessional. As he made
religion the habitual subject
of his jokes, he wished
to go to confession to while
away the time, and
went into the confessional.
"Monsieur l'abbé," he said,
"would you be good
enough to hear my
confession?" "Willingly my
son; confess unrestrained."
"But I must first say that I
am a rather unique kind of
a sinner." "No matter; the
sacrament of penance
has been instituted for all
sinners." "But I am not
very much of a believer
in religious matters."
"You believe more than
you think." "Believe? I?
I am a regular scoffer."
The confessor saw with
whom he had to deal,
and that there was
some mystification. He
replied, smiling: "You
are a regular scoffer?
Are you then making
fun of me, too?" The
pretended penitent smiled
in like manner. "Listen,"
the priest went on, "what
you have just done here
is not serious. Let us leave
confession aside; and, if
you please, have a little
chat. I like military people
greatly; and, then, you
have the appearance of a
good, amiable youth. Tell
me, what is your rank?"
"Under-lieutenant." "Will
you remain an under-lieutenant
long?" "Two, three, perhaps
four years." "And after?"
"I shall hope to become
a lieutenant?" "And after?"
"I hope to become a captain."
"And after?" "Lieutenant-colonel?"
"How old will you be then?"
"Forty to forty-five years."
"And after that?" "I shall
become a brigadier general."
"And after?" "If I rise higher,
I shall be general of a
division." "And after?"
"After! there is nothing
more except the Marshal's
baton; but my pretensions
do not reach so high." "Well
and good. But do you intend
to get married?" "Yes,
when I shall be a superior
officer." "Well! There
you are married; a superior
officer, a general, perhaps
even a French marshal, who
knows? And after?" "After?
Upon my word, I do not know
what will be after."
"See, how strange it is!" said
the abbé. Then, in a tone
of voice that grew more sober:
"You know all that shall
happen up to that point,
and you do not know what
will be after. Well, I know,
and I am going to tell you.
After, you shall die, be judged,
and, if you continue to live
as you do, you shall be
damned, you shall go and
burn in hell; that is what
will be after."
the abbé. Then, in a tone
of voice that grew more sober:
"You know all that shall
happen up to that point,
and you do not know what
will be after. Well, I know,
and I am going to tell you.
After, you shall die, be judged,
and, if you continue to live
as you do, you shall be
damned, you shall go and
burn in hell; that is what
will be after."
As the under-lieutenant,
dispirited at this conclusion,
seemed anxious to steal away:
"One moment, sir," said the
abbé. "You are a man of honor.
So am I. Agree that you have
offended me, and owe me an
apology. It will be simple.
For eight days, before retiring
to rest, you will say: 'One day
I shall die; but I laugh at the
idea. After my death I shall
be judged; but I laugh at the
idea. After my judgment,
I shall be damned; but I laugh
at the idea. I shall burn
forever in hell; but I laugh
at the idea!' That is all. But
you are going to give me
your word of honor not to
neglect it, eh?" More and more
wearied, and wishing, at any
price, to extricate himself
from this false step, the
under-lieutenant made the
promise. In the evening, his
word being given, he began
to carry out his promise.
"I shall die," he says. "I shall
be judged." He had not the
courage to add: "I laugh at
the idea." The week had not
passed before he returned
to the Church of the Assumption,
made his confession seriously,
and came out of the confessional
his face bathed with tears,
and with joy in his heart.
dispirited at this conclusion,
seemed anxious to steal away:
"One moment, sir," said the
abbé. "You are a man of honor.
So am I. Agree that you have
offended me, and owe me an
apology. It will be simple.
For eight days, before retiring
to rest, you will say: 'One day
I shall die; but I laugh at the
idea. After my death I shall
be judged; but I laugh at the
idea. After my judgment,
I shall be damned; but I laugh
at the idea. I shall burn
forever in hell; but I laugh
at the idea!' That is all. But
you are going to give me
your word of honor not to
neglect it, eh?" More and more
wearied, and wishing, at any
price, to extricate himself
from this false step, the
under-lieutenant made the
promise. In the evening, his
word being given, he began
to carry out his promise.
"I shall die," he says. "I shall
be judged." He had not the
courage to add: "I laugh at
the idea." The week had not
passed before he returned
to the Church of the Assumption,
made his confession seriously,
and came out of the confessional
his face bathed with tears,
and with joy in his heart.
A young person who had
become an unbeliever
in consequence of her
dissipation, kept incessantly
shooting sarcasm at religion,
and making jests of its most
awful truths. "Juliette," some
one said to her one day, "this
will end badly. God will be
tired of your blasphemies, and
you shall be punished." "Bah,"
she answered insolently.
"It gives me very little trouble.
Who has returned from the
other world to relate what
passes there?" Less than eight
days after she was found in her
room, giving no sign of life, and
already cold. As there was no
doubt that she was dead, she
was put in a coffin and buried.
The following day, the
grave-digger, digging a new
grave beside that of the
unhappy Juliette, heard some
noise, it seemed to him that
there was a knocking in the
adjoining coffin. At once, he
puts his ear to the ground,
and in fact hears a smothered
voice, crying out: "Help! help!"
The authorities were summoned;
by their orders, the grave was
opened, the coffin taken up and
unnailed. The shroud is
removed; there is no further doubt,
Juliette was buried alive. Her
hair, her shroud were in disorder,
and her face was streaming with
blood. While they are releasing
her, and feeling her heart to be
assured that it still beats, she
heaves a sigh, like a person for a
long time deprived of air; then
she opens her eyes, makes an
effort to lift herself up, and
says: "My God, I thank thee."
Afterward, when she had got
her senses well back, and
by the aid of some food,
recovered her strength, she
added: "When I regained
consciousness in the grave
and recognized the frightful
reality of my burial, when
after having uttered shrieks,
I endeavored to break my
coffin, and struck my forehead
against the boards, I saw that
all was useless; death appeared
to me with all its horrors; it was
less the bodily than the eternal
death that frightened me.
I saw I was going to be damned.
My God, I had but too well
deserved it! Then I prayed,
I shouted for help, I lost
consciousness again, until
I awoke above ground. O,
goodness of my God!" she
said, again shedding tears,
"I had despised the truths
of faith; thou hast punished
me, but in thy mercy, I am
converted and repentant."
become an unbeliever
in consequence of her
dissipation, kept incessantly
shooting sarcasm at religion,
and making jests of its most
awful truths. "Juliette," some
one said to her one day, "this
will end badly. God will be
tired of your blasphemies, and
you shall be punished." "Bah,"
she answered insolently.
"It gives me very little trouble.
Who has returned from the
other world to relate what
passes there?" Less than eight
days after she was found in her
room, giving no sign of life, and
already cold. As there was no
doubt that she was dead, she
was put in a coffin and buried.
The following day, the
grave-digger, digging a new
grave beside that of the
unhappy Juliette, heard some
noise, it seemed to him that
there was a knocking in the
adjoining coffin. At once, he
puts his ear to the ground,
and in fact hears a smothered
voice, crying out: "Help! help!"
The authorities were summoned;
by their orders, the grave was
opened, the coffin taken up and
unnailed. The shroud is
removed; there is no further doubt,
Juliette was buried alive. Her
hair, her shroud were in disorder,
and her face was streaming with
blood. While they are releasing
her, and feeling her heart to be
assured that it still beats, she
heaves a sigh, like a person for a
long time deprived of air; then
she opens her eyes, makes an
effort to lift herself up, and
says: "My God, I thank thee."
Afterward, when she had got
her senses well back, and
by the aid of some food,
recovered her strength, she
added: "When I regained
consciousness in the grave
and recognized the frightful
reality of my burial, when
after having uttered shrieks,
I endeavored to break my
coffin, and struck my forehead
against the boards, I saw that
all was useless; death appeared
to me with all its horrors; it was
less the bodily than the eternal
death that frightened me.
I saw I was going to be damned.
My God, I had but too well
deserved it! Then I prayed,
I shouted for help, I lost
consciousness again, until
I awoke above ground. O,
goodness of my God!" she
said, again shedding tears,
"I had despised the truths
of faith; thou hast punished
me, but in thy mercy, I am
converted and repentant."
They who deny hell will be
forced to admit it soon; but
alas! it will be too late.
[The following video contains a Lenten retreat sermon
delivered by a traditional Catholic priest on the subject
of Heaven and Hell.]
http://theradicalcatholic.blogspot.it/2016/07/the-denial-of-hell.html
SATURDAY, JULY 9, 2016
Four Last Things: Hell ~ Fr Ripperger
FRIDAY, JULY 8, 2016
BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THEIR CASKETS
MONDAY, JULY 4, 2016
We Can't Imagine the Pain of Hell
Apparitions of the Damned by Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
Apparitions of the Damned
Third in a Series on Hell
by Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
St. Antoninus, Archbishop of Florence, relates in his writings a terrible fact which, about the middle of the fifteenth century, spread fright over the whole North of Italy. A young man of good stock, who, at the age of 16 or 17, had had the misfortune of concealing a mortal sin in confession, and, in that state, of receiving Communion, had put off from week to week, month to month, the painful disclosure of his sacrileges. Tortured by remorse, instead of discovering with simplicity his misfortune, he sought to gain quiet by great penances, but to no purpose. Unable to bear the strain any longer, he entered a monastery; there, at least, he said to himself, I will tell all, and expiate my frightful sins. Unhappily, he was most welcomed as a holy young man by his superiors, who knew him by reputation, and his shame again got the better of him. Accordingly, he deferred his confession of this sin to a later period; and a year, two years, three years, passed in this deplorable state; he never dared to reveal his misfortune. Finally, sickness seemed to him to afford an easy means of doing it. "Now is the time," he said to himself; "I am going to tell all; I will make a general confession before I die." But this time, instead of frankly and fairly declaring his faults, he twisted them so artfully that his confessor was unable to understand him. He hope to come back again the next day: an attack of delirium came on, and the unfortunate man died.
The community, who were ignorant of the frightful reality, were full of veneration for the deceased. His body was borne with a certain degree of solemnity into the church of the monastery, and lay exposed in the choir until the next morning when the funeral was to be celebrated.
A few moments before the time fixed for the ceremony, one of the Brothers, sent to toll the bell, saw before him, all of a sudden, the deceased, encompassed by chains, that seemed aglow with fire, while something blazing appeared all over his person. Frightened, the poor Brother fell on his knees, with his eyes riveted on the terrifying apparition. Then the damned soul said to him: "Do not pray for me, I am in here for all eternity;" and he related the sad story of his false shame and sacrileges. Thereupon, he vanished, leaving in the church a disgusting odor, which spread all over the monastery, as if to prove the truth of all the Brother just saw and heard. Notified at once, the Superiors had the corpse taken away, deeming it unworthy of ecclesiastical burial.
After having cited the preceding example, Monsignor de Segur adds what follows:
In our century, three facts of the same kind, more authentic than some others have come to my knowledge. The first happened almost in my family.
It was in Russia, at Moscow, a short while before the horrible campaign of 1812. My maternal grandfather, Count Rostopchine, the Military Governor of Moscow, was very intimate with General Count Orloff, celebrated for his bravery, but as godless as he was brave.
One day, at the close of a supper, Count Orloff and one of his friends, General V., also a disciple of Voltaire, had set to horribly ridiculing religion, especially hell. 'Yet,' said Orloff; 'yet if, by chance, there should be anything the other side of the curtain?' 'Well,' took up General V., 'whichever of us shall depart first, will come to inform the other of it. Is it agreed?' 'An excellent idea,' replied Count Orloff; and both interchanged very seriously their word of honor not to miss the engagement.
A few weeks later, one of those great wars which Napoleon had the gift of creating at that time, burst forth. The Russian army began the campaign, and General V. received orders to start out forthwith to take an important command.
He had left Moscow about two or three weeks, when one morning, at a very early hour, while my grandfather was dressing, his chamber door is rudely pushed open. It was Count Orloff, in dressing-gown and slippers, his hair on end, his eye wild, and pale like a dead man. 'What, Orloff, you? at this hour? and in such a costume? What ails you? what has happened?' 'My dear,' replies Count Orloff, 'I believe I am beside myself. I have just seen General V.' 'Has General V., then, come back?' 'Well, no,' rejoins Orloff, throwing himself on a sofa, and holding his head between his hands; 'no, he has not come back, and that is what frightens me!'
My grandfather did not understand him. He tried to soothe him. "Relate to me," he says to Orloff, "what has happened you, and what all this means." Then, striving to stifle his emotion, the Count related the following: "My dear Rostopchine, some time ago, V. and I mutually swore that the first of us who died should come and tell the other if there is anything on the other side of the curtain. Now, this morning, scarcely half an hour since, I was calmly lying awake in my bed, not thinking at all of my friend, when, all of a sudden, the curtains of my bed were rudely parted, and at two steps from me I see General V. standing up, pale, with his right hand on his breast, and saying to me: 'There is a hell, and I am there!' and he disappeared. I came at once to you. My head is splitting! What a strange thing! I do not know what to think about it."
My grandfather calmed him as well as he could. It was no easy matter. He spoke of hallucinations, nightmares; perhaps he was asleep... There are many extraordinary unaccountable things... and other common-places, which constitute the comfort of freethinkers. Then he ordered his carriage, and took Count Orloff back to his hotel.
Now, ten or twelve days after this strange incident, an army messenger brought my grandfather among other news, that of the death of General V. The very morning of the day, Count Orloff had seen and heard him, the same hour he appeared at Moscow, the unfortunate General, reconnoitering the enemy's position, had been shot through the breast by a bullet, and had fallen stark dead.
"There is a hell, and I am there!" These are the words of one who came back.
Mgr. de Segur relates a second fact, which he regards as alike free from doubt. He had learned it in 1859, of a most honorable priest, and Superior of an important community. This priest had the particulars of it from a near relation of the lady of whom it had happened. At that time, Christmas Day, 1859, this person was still living, and little over forty years.
She chanced to be in London in the winter of 1847-48. She was a widow, about twenty-nine years old, quite rich and worldly. Among the gallants who frequented her salon, there was noticed a young lord, whose attentions compromised her extremely, and whose conduct, besides, was anything but edifying.
One evening, or rather one night, for it was close upon midnight, she was reading in her bed some novel, coaxing sleep. One o'clock struck by the clock; she blew out her taper. She was about to fall asleep when, to her great astonishment, she noticed that a strange, wan glimmer of light, which seemed to come from the door of the drawing-room, spread by degrees into her chamber, and increased momentarily. Stupefied at first, and not knowing what this meant, she began to get alarmed, when she saw the drawing-room door slowly open and the young lord, the partner of her disorders, entered her room. Before she had time to say a single word, he seized her by the left wrist, and with a hissing voice, syllabled to her in English: "There is a hell!" The pain she felt in her arm was so great that she lost her senses.
When, half an hour after, she came to again, she rang for her chamber-maid. The latter, on entering felt a keen smell of burning. Approaching her mistress, who could hardly speak, she noticed on her wrist so deep a burn, that the bone was laid bare, and the flesh almost consumed; this burn was the size of a man's hand. Moreover, she remarked that, from the door of the saloon to the bed, and from the bed to that same door, the carpet bore the imprint of a man's steps, which had burned through the stuff. By the directions of her mistress, she opened the drawing-room door: there, more traces were seen on the carpet outside.
The following day, the unhappy lady learned with a terror easy to be divined that, on that very night, about one o'clock in the morning, her lord had been found dead drunk under the table, that his servants had carried him to his room, and that there he had died in their arms.
I do not know, added the Superior, whether that terrible lesson converted the unfortunate lady, but what I do know is that she is still alive, and that to conceal from the sight the traces of her ominous burn, she wears on the left wrist, like a bracelet, a wide gold band, which she does not take off day or night. I repeat it, I have all these details from her near relation, a serious Christian, in whose word I repose the fullest belief. They are never spoken of, even in the family; and I only confide them to you, suppressing every proper name.
Notwithstanding the disguise beneath which this apparition has been, and must be enveloped, it seems to me impossible, adds Mgr. de Segur, to call in doubt the dreadful authenticity of the details.
Here is a third fact related by the same writer. In the year 1873, he writes, a few days before the Assumption, occurred again one of these apparitions from beyond the grave, which so efficaciously confirm the reality of hell. It was in Rome. A brothel, opened in that city after the Piedmontese invasion, stood near a police station. One of the bad girls who lived there had been wounded in the hand, and it was found necessary to take her to the Hospital of Consolation. Whether her blood, vitiated by bad living, had brought on mortification of the wound, or from an unexpected complication, she died suddenly during the night. At the same instant, one of her companions, who surely was ignorant of what had just happened at the hospital, began to utter shrieks of despair to point of awaking the inhabitants of the locality, creating a flurry among the wretched creatures of the house, and provoking the intervention of the police. The dead girl of the hospital, surrounded by flames, had appeared to her, and said: "I am damned! and if you do not wish to be like me, leave this place of infamy and return to God."
Nothing could quell the despair of this girl, who, at daybreak, departed, leaving the whole house plunged in a stupor, especially as soon as the death of her companion at the hospital was known.
Just at this period, the mistress of the place, an exalted Garribaldian, and known as such by brethren and friends, fell sick. She soon sent for a priest to receive the sacraments. The ecclesiastical authority deputed for thus task, a worthy prelate, Mgr. Sirolli, the pastor of the parish of Saint-Saviour in Laura. He, fortified by special instructions, presented himself, and exacted of the sick woman, before all, in the presence of many witnesses, the full and entire retractation of her blasphemies against the Sovereign Pontiff, and the discontinuance of the infamous trade she plied. The unhappy creature did so without hesitating, consented to purge her house, then made her confession and received the holy Viaticum with great sentiments of repentance and humility.
Feeling that she was dying, she besought, with tears, the good pastor not to leave her, frightened as she always was by the apparition of that damned girl. Mgr. Sirolli, unable to satisfy her on account of the proprieties which would not permit him to spend the night in such a place, sent to the police for two men, closed up the house, and remained until the dying woman had breathed her last.
Pretty soon, all Rome became acquainted with the details of these tragic occurrences. As ever, the ungodly and lewd ridiculed them, taking good care not to seek for any information about them; the good profited by them, to become still better and more faithful to their duties.
[The following video contains a sermon delivered by a traditional Catholic priest entitled We Can't Imagine the Pain of Hell.]
Video : We Can't Imagine the Pain of Hell
Apparitions of the Damned
Third in a Series on Hell
by Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
by Fr. François Xavier Schouppe, S.J.
St. Antoninus, Archbishop of Florence, relates in his writings a terrible fact which, about the middle of the fifteenth century, spread fright over the whole North of Italy. A young man of good stock, who, at the age of 16 or 17, had had the misfortune of concealing a mortal sin in confession, and, in that state, of receiving Communion, had put off from week to week, month to month, the painful disclosure of his sacrileges. Tortured by remorse, instead of discovering with simplicity his misfortune, he sought to gain quiet by great penances, but to no purpose. Unable to bear the strain any longer, he entered a monastery; there, at least, he said to himself, I will tell all, and expiate my frightful sins. Unhappily, he was most welcomed as a holy young man by his superiors, who knew him by reputation, and his shame again got the better of him. Accordingly, he deferred his confession of this sin to a later period; and a year, two years, three years, passed in this deplorable state; he never dared to reveal his misfortune. Finally, sickness seemed to him to afford an easy means of doing it. "Now is the time," he said to himself; "I am going to tell all; I will make a general confession before I die." But this time, instead of frankly and fairly declaring his faults, he twisted them so artfully that his confessor was unable to understand him. He hope to come back again the next day: an attack of delirium came on, and the unfortunate man died.
The community, who were ignorant of the frightful reality, were full of veneration for the deceased. His body was borne with a certain degree of solemnity into the church of the monastery, and lay exposed in the choir until the next morning when the funeral was to be celebrated.
A few moments before the time fixed for the ceremony, one of the Brothers, sent to toll the bell, saw before him, all of a sudden, the deceased, encompassed by chains, that seemed aglow with fire, while something blazing appeared all over his person. Frightened, the poor Brother fell on his knees, with his eyes riveted on the terrifying apparition. Then the damned soul said to him: "Do not pray for me, I am in here for all eternity;" and he related the sad story of his false shame and sacrileges. Thereupon, he vanished, leaving in the church a disgusting odor, which spread all over the monastery, as if to prove the truth of all the Brother just saw and heard. Notified at once, the Superiors had the corpse taken away, deeming it unworthy of ecclesiastical burial.
After having cited the preceding example, Monsignor de Segur adds what follows:
In our century, three facts of the same kind, more authentic than some others have come to my knowledge. The first happened almost in my family.
It was in Russia, at Moscow, a short while before the horrible campaign of 1812. My maternal grandfather, Count Rostopchine, the Military Governor of Moscow, was very intimate with General Count Orloff, celebrated for his bravery, but as godless as he was brave.
One day, at the close of a supper, Count Orloff and one of his friends, General V., also a disciple of Voltaire, had set to horribly ridiculing religion, especially hell. 'Yet,' said Orloff; 'yet if, by chance, there should be anything the other side of the curtain?' 'Well,' took up General V., 'whichever of us shall depart first, will come to inform the other of it. Is it agreed?' 'An excellent idea,' replied Count Orloff; and both interchanged very seriously their word of honor not to miss the engagement.
A few weeks later, one of those great wars which Napoleon had the gift of creating at that time, burst forth. The Russian army began the campaign, and General V. received orders to start out forthwith to take an important command.
He had left Moscow about two or three weeks, when one morning, at a very early hour, while my grandfather was dressing, his chamber door is rudely pushed open. It was Count Orloff, in dressing-gown and slippers, his hair on end, his eye wild, and pale like a dead man. 'What, Orloff, you? at this hour? and in such a costume? What ails you? what has happened?' 'My dear,' replies Count Orloff, 'I believe I am beside myself. I have just seen General V.' 'Has General V., then, come back?' 'Well, no,' rejoins Orloff, throwing himself on a sofa, and holding his head between his hands; 'no, he has not come back, and that is what frightens me!'
My grandfather did not understand him. He tried to soothe him. "Relate to me," he says to Orloff, "what has happened you, and what all this means." Then, striving to stifle his emotion, the Count related the following: "My dear Rostopchine, some time ago, V. and I mutually swore that the first of us who died should come and tell the other if there is anything on the other side of the curtain. Now, this morning, scarcely half an hour since, I was calmly lying awake in my bed, not thinking at all of my friend, when, all of a sudden, the curtains of my bed were rudely parted, and at two steps from me I see General V. standing up, pale, with his right hand on his breast, and saying to me: 'There is a hell, and I am there!' and he disappeared. I came at once to you. My head is splitting! What a strange thing! I do not know what to think about it."
My grandfather calmed him as well as he could. It was no easy matter. He spoke of hallucinations, nightmares; perhaps he was asleep... There are many extraordinary unaccountable things... and other common-places, which constitute the comfort of freethinkers. Then he ordered his carriage, and took Count Orloff back to his hotel.
Now, ten or twelve days after this strange incident, an army messenger brought my grandfather among other news, that of the death of General V. The very morning of the day, Count Orloff had seen and heard him, the same hour he appeared at Moscow, the unfortunate General, reconnoitering the enemy's position, had been shot through the breast by a bullet, and had fallen stark dead.
It was in Russia, at Moscow, a short while before the horrible campaign of 1812. My maternal grandfather, Count Rostopchine, the Military Governor of Moscow, was very intimate with General Count Orloff, celebrated for his bravery, but as godless as he was brave.
One day, at the close of a supper, Count Orloff and one of his friends, General V., also a disciple of Voltaire, had set to horribly ridiculing religion, especially hell. 'Yet,' said Orloff; 'yet if, by chance, there should be anything the other side of the curtain?' 'Well,' took up General V., 'whichever of us shall depart first, will come to inform the other of it. Is it agreed?' 'An excellent idea,' replied Count Orloff; and both interchanged very seriously their word of honor not to miss the engagement.
A few weeks later, one of those great wars which Napoleon had the gift of creating at that time, burst forth. The Russian army began the campaign, and General V. received orders to start out forthwith to take an important command.
He had left Moscow about two or three weeks, when one morning, at a very early hour, while my grandfather was dressing, his chamber door is rudely pushed open. It was Count Orloff, in dressing-gown and slippers, his hair on end, his eye wild, and pale like a dead man. 'What, Orloff, you? at this hour? and in such a costume? What ails you? what has happened?' 'My dear,' replies Count Orloff, 'I believe I am beside myself. I have just seen General V.' 'Has General V., then, come back?' 'Well, no,' rejoins Orloff, throwing himself on a sofa, and holding his head between his hands; 'no, he has not come back, and that is what frightens me!'
My grandfather did not understand him. He tried to soothe him. "Relate to me," he says to Orloff, "what has happened you, and what all this means." Then, striving to stifle his emotion, the Count related the following: "My dear Rostopchine, some time ago, V. and I mutually swore that the first of us who died should come and tell the other if there is anything on the other side of the curtain. Now, this morning, scarcely half an hour since, I was calmly lying awake in my bed, not thinking at all of my friend, when, all of a sudden, the curtains of my bed were rudely parted, and at two steps from me I see General V. standing up, pale, with his right hand on his breast, and saying to me: 'There is a hell, and I am there!' and he disappeared. I came at once to you. My head is splitting! What a strange thing! I do not know what to think about it."
My grandfather calmed him as well as he could. It was no easy matter. He spoke of hallucinations, nightmares; perhaps he was asleep... There are many extraordinary unaccountable things... and other common-places, which constitute the comfort of freethinkers. Then he ordered his carriage, and took Count Orloff back to his hotel.
Now, ten or twelve days after this strange incident, an army messenger brought my grandfather among other news, that of the death of General V. The very morning of the day, Count Orloff had seen and heard him, the same hour he appeared at Moscow, the unfortunate General, reconnoitering the enemy's position, had been shot through the breast by a bullet, and had fallen stark dead.
"There is a hell, and I am there!" These are the words of one who came back.
Mgr. de Segur relates a second fact, which he regards as alike free from doubt. He had learned it in 1859, of a most honorable priest, and Superior of an important community. This priest had the particulars of it from a near relation of the lady of whom it had happened. At that time, Christmas Day, 1859, this person was still living, and little over forty years.
She chanced to be in London in the winter of 1847-48. She was a widow, about twenty-nine years old, quite rich and worldly. Among the gallants who frequented her salon, there was noticed a young lord, whose attentions compromised her extremely, and whose conduct, besides, was anything but edifying.
One evening, or rather one night, for it was close upon midnight, she was reading in her bed some novel, coaxing sleep. One o'clock struck by the clock; she blew out her taper. She was about to fall asleep when, to her great astonishment, she noticed that a strange, wan glimmer of light, which seemed to come from the door of the drawing-room, spread by degrees into her chamber, and increased momentarily. Stupefied at first, and not knowing what this meant, she began to get alarmed, when she saw the drawing-room door slowly open and the young lord, the partner of her disorders, entered her room. Before she had time to say a single word, he seized her by the left wrist, and with a hissing voice, syllabled to her in English: "There is a hell!" The pain she felt in her arm was so great that she lost her senses.
When, half an hour after, she came to again, she rang for her chamber-maid. The latter, on entering felt a keen smell of burning. Approaching her mistress, who could hardly speak, she noticed on her wrist so deep a burn, that the bone was laid bare, and the flesh almost consumed; this burn was the size of a man's hand. Moreover, she remarked that, from the door of the saloon to the bed, and from the bed to that same door, the carpet bore the imprint of a man's steps, which had burned through the stuff. By the directions of her mistress, she opened the drawing-room door: there, more traces were seen on the carpet outside.
The following day, the unhappy lady learned with a terror easy to be divined that, on that very night, about one o'clock in the morning, her lord had been found dead drunk under the table, that his servants had carried him to his room, and that there he had died in their arms.
I do not know, added the Superior, whether that terrible lesson converted the unfortunate lady, but what I do know is that she is still alive, and that to conceal from the sight the traces of her ominous burn, she wears on the left wrist, like a bracelet, a wide gold band, which she does not take off day or night. I repeat it, I have all these details from her near relation, a serious Christian, in whose word I repose the fullest belief. They are never spoken of, even in the family; and I only confide them to you, suppressing every proper name.
Notwithstanding the disguise beneath which this apparition has been, and must be enveloped, it seems to me impossible, adds Mgr. de Segur, to call in doubt the dreadful authenticity of the details.
Here is a third fact related by the same writer. In the year 1873, he writes, a few days before the Assumption, occurred again one of these apparitions from beyond the grave, which so efficaciously confirm the reality of hell. It was in Rome. A brothel, opened in that city after the Piedmontese invasion, stood near a police station. One of the bad girls who lived there had been wounded in the hand, and it was found necessary to take her to the Hospital of Consolation. Whether her blood, vitiated by bad living, had brought on mortification of the wound, or from an unexpected complication, she died suddenly during the night. At the same instant, one of her companions, who surely was ignorant of what had just happened at the hospital, began to utter shrieks of despair to point of awaking the inhabitants of the locality, creating a flurry among the wretched creatures of the house, and provoking the intervention of the police. The dead girl of the hospital, surrounded by flames, had appeared to her, and said: "I am damned! and if you do not wish to be like me, leave this place of infamy and return to God."
Nothing could quell the despair of this girl, who, at daybreak, departed, leaving the whole house plunged in a stupor, especially as soon as the death of her companion at the hospital was known.
Just at this period, the mistress of the place, an exalted Garribaldian, and known as such by brethren and friends, fell sick. She soon sent for a priest to receive the sacraments. The ecclesiastical authority deputed for thus task, a worthy prelate, Mgr. Sirolli, the pastor of the parish of Saint-Saviour in Laura. He, fortified by special instructions, presented himself, and exacted of the sick woman, before all, in the presence of many witnesses, the full and entire retractation of her blasphemies against the Sovereign Pontiff, and the discontinuance of the infamous trade she plied. The unhappy creature did so without hesitating, consented to purge her house, then made her confession and received the holy Viaticum with great sentiments of repentance and humility.
Feeling that she was dying, she besought, with tears, the good pastor not to leave her, frightened as she always was by the apparition of that damned girl. Mgr. Sirolli, unable to satisfy her on account of the proprieties which would not permit him to spend the night in such a place, sent to the police for two men, closed up the house, and remained until the dying woman had breathed her last.
Pretty soon, all Rome became acquainted with the details of these tragic occurrences. As ever, the ungodly and lewd ridiculed them, taking good care not to seek for any information about them; the good profited by them, to become still better and more faithful to their duties.
[The following video contains a sermon delivered by a traditional Catholic priest entitled We Can't Imagine the Pain of Hell.]
Video : We Can't Imagine the Pain of Hell
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