Motorcycle Accident Leads to Vision of Hell

There was a bus on the right side, and we took the adjacent lane, not the left one. We were riding very calmly on a Sunday. The lanes were fairly empty, but suddenly, a bus came and swerved right into us. It actually sideswiped the motorcycle, but I fell off halfway along the vehicle. And when I fell, the rear tire ran right over my arms, and down I went.

When I fell, I saw myself simply covered in blood. I just closed my eyes and started to pray. I kept saying, "Lord, if this is my final moment on earth, I am making things right with you again today." And I kept saying, "Lord, if I live, let it be for you. And if I die, let it be with you." And I didn't stop praying, because I didn't lose consciousness right away. I could hear people saying, "She's bleeding too much. He killed her." Others spoke to me and asked questions and I would just move my fingers and they would say, "She's still alive. She's still alive."

My husband tells me the ambulance took a long time, but to me, the ambulance arrived so quickly. I felt like the ambulance got there fast. I remember when they lifted me into the ambulance and started cutting off my clothes, saying, "We have to cut her hair because there's a head injury." They were talking right there in the ambulance. And just for a moment, I opened my eyes. There was a man standing in the ambulance doorway. And he said to me, "Calm down. You aren't going to die. Calm down. You're going to live. God is in control of your life. Don't worry." But after that, all I heard them say was, "We're going to Hasmo Hospital." I completely lost consciousness of everything.

I could say my body was left lying there in the ambulance. Suddenly, my soul was traveling through a dark tunnel. I don't know how many hours or days passed, but I was traveling through that tunnel at incredible speed. And I arrived at a dark, hot place, a place that stank horribly. The first things I saw there were like nests. Just like when you set a hen to hatch chicks, there were nothing but nests in that place.

And when I arrived, I said, "Lord, if this was to be my end, why did you allow me to be born?" Suddenly, a light began to illuminate the place, but demons appeared and started rising up as if from those compartments to grab me. Then I heard a very sweet voice, full of authority, saying, "Do not touch her. Do not touch her. Praise the name of Jesus." I felt a sense of security because the Bible is clear.

There is no mercy in that place. Whoever ends up there has reached the finality of it all because the soul lives eternally. It depends on where a person chooses to be. When the Lord was carrying a towel, a small cloth twisted tight, very tight, just like when he was ringing out the cloth, holding it dirty in his hands. And I said to myself, "Why is he holding that dirty rag in his holy hands?"