My name is Tania Dennis. Welcome to another video. If you aren't subscribed to the channel, please subscribe for more testimonies like this one and don't forget to leave a like. Today's testimony is from Christina Travis. She was taken to hell and she is going to share her experience.
I had so much anger inside me. I didn't even know how to get rid of it. Then, one night, I was in my kitchen and I finally remembered doing this. I was talking to someone. I don't know where it came from, but we were talking and I said, knowing God was listening, I was saying it to him. I was completely devastated when I said it. I said, "Well, maybe if God allowed me to lose my memories, to forget, maybe I could learn to forgive." I knew he was listening and I don't know where I got the idea to speak to him that way, but the illnesses I'd always had suddenly, shortly after that, got much, much worse and I suffered.
I mean, I really suffered. For a year and a half, my bones and spine were showing right through my flesh. I was so thin and my lips were burned. I was vomiting constantly and felt like I was going to die. You can feel the pain in your fingers, in your fingertips, all the way to the top of your head. You can feel it. But in that moment, I could only feel that thing in my stomach. My life was fading away.
I was becoming so very weak and tired. After a year and a half, I finally just gave up. I said, "God, forgive me for all the things I never got the chance to do because I knew he had a plan for my life and I knew it involved ministry, that I was meant to be there someday." But it was clear to me at the time that I had gone wrong somewhere along the way. I was having about 10 generalized seizures. I had suffered 5 years of severe illness, but in that moment, in that moment, I just gave up the fight.
A few days later, maybe 24 hours, I remember it didn't take long. I got up one morning and did what I always do. I sat at my desk, like most people do, to open my computer, look at the news, check my emails, but I sat there for 3 seconds and suddenly it was as if a huge spotlight lit up the room, a huge star. It seemed I could still see this side of my room, but no, that wasn't all of it. It wasn't. There was no doubt it was him. It's as if every fiber, every cell of your soul leap into your body. Do you know who it is? Do you? I heard Jesus. I knew it was Jesus. It's not something anyone needs to sell me on or convince me of. It's as if I had always known and I was shocked, but he started judging me and it was so awful. He didn't just do it for a minute. It lasted about 5 minutes.
He kept speaking, saying how my anger and resentment had separated me from him and that the way I treated others was a major problem, that I shouldn't treat people that way and that if I wanted forgiveness, he asked if I wanted forgiveness, but I can't recall everything he said at that moment. I just remember being in trouble, terrified, to be honest. I was trembling, unable to breathe. I was so nervous. I never thought things would reach that point because I was a Christian or at least I believed I was, yet I didn't act like one.
You can't love God and act like the devil. You can't judge people and punish them, acting as their executioner, the way I did, but above all, when I saw Jesus beside me, he appeared to me. He was the one who pulled me out of hell because he was the only one who could. There was no one else who could get me out of there and it was our father, his father. His voice was like the sound of many trumpets. The voice of God sounded like wild unrestrained trumpets, yet it was forming words.
Then, at some point, he asked if I wanted a second chance because I wasn't out of my body. I was sitting there talking just as I am talking to you now. So, I thought, "Yes, of course." I was absolutely terrified, you know. I really hadn't realized that holding onto those grudges was causing all those problems. I truly didn't know that, but he asked me that. He asked if I wanted forgiveness, and of course, I accepted immediately.
That was when the walls, all four of them, in front of me, behind me, from ceiling to floor, began to be covered in blood. It was all over the walls from top to bottom, but the wall in front of me started to burn away like cigarette paper or parchment, and there were flames, huge flames. And that was the moment the shift happened. Suddenly, I was in darkness, complete total darkness, floating and looking down.
A gate, a square gate, opened beneath me, and flames began to rise up and completely envelop me. I started falling into them, passing through the gate and dropping into my assigned seat. What I saw was a vast bottomless lake of fire inside a huge pit, a massive pit where death and hell, I suppose, would be cast. The pit, the great pit, and the lake of fire are the same place, and there I was falling into my spot. I was shackled to people I hadn't forgiven while alive, and I would have to look at them for all eternity.
The anger I harbored inside only intensified, you know. But at the same time, my first reaction was, "Oh, no. I have to look at them." I realized where I was the moment I arrived. The first thing that hits you is the realization that you will never leave because you know you never will. That's how the shock set in. In those first few seconds, I realized, or perhaps I didn't, that they were there. I had thought, I had hoped, that I might at least get out to escape, but everyone was shackled.
The difference was that the people there were part of the same chain I was bound to. It was like Egyptian bracelets welded together. The shackles weren't standard handcuffs, but links welded to one another. The ones there were black, charred, hairless, with crocodile-like markings all over their bodies. I really couldn't tell who they were. I only knew there was a grandmother and a grandfather among them, but God wouldn't reveal their identities to me.
Yet, I could see their eyes, and they were filled with agony. They were pleading, apologizing, but speaking wasn't allowed. I could see it in their eyes. As for those who were still alive, I saw transparent, ghostly forms, like the people themselves, but appearing as apparitions. They looked like themselves at the age they had been. Yet, they seemed to be sleeping, curled up like a baby in the womb. It looked as though they were waiting. That was the place reserved for them, just as I had my own.
For a moment, I didn't understand. I had thought that in hell, I would simply remain there forever. While I was there, everyone was screaming, and one woman in particular let out a shriek so high-pitched and bloodcurdling that, though I didn't know what was happening, it pierced right through me and shook me to my core.
I could feel not only my own emotions, but everyone else's. That depression, that sadness, that despair, it was more than I could bear. That was when I realized that, no matter how much I thought I hated someone, or how often I might say go to hell or I hope you go to hell, I didn't actually feel that way in that moment. It was so bad down there, so terrible, that I realized not even my worst enemy deserved to be there. I am not a serial killer. I mean, it sounds crazy, but it's true. I didn't want my enemy there, and the air was on fire. Well, if you can put it that way. I mean, you could see the flames, but the spaces between them were like the inside of a very hot oven, a deep orange, you know?
And then I started to cry, but I felt my mind beginning to fail. It was as if all the goodness was being ripped away, all my good memories. I had no memories at that moment. I didn't remember the children I loved so much, only the people in front of me whom I hated. That it was what I was destined to look at forever. I knew I had messed everything up, completely ruined it.
Then my mind began to slow down, and suddenly I saw myself standing on a rock overlooking hell, right next to Jesus. He was very tall. I'm 1.80 m tall. I'm of Scandinavian descent, so I'm tall for a woman, but he was at least 1.80 m tall. He had a long Roman nose, and he was standing there, and I was already crying when I looked at him. He was gazing into hell, weeping. We were both standing there crying, and I understood his pain. I was in a place I could never have imagined, where I could see how he knew each of the people there, and how deeply he wished they hadn't ended up in that place. It still breaks my heart.
But regarding the people who had seats there, I simply felt he was saying, "You know, let's do something about this." And I was given five rules. I cannot be cruel. I cannot fight. I cannot curse at people. I cannot hold onto resentment or grudges, and I must learn to live in peace. Those were the five rules.
Then I was sent back. I don't recall exactly when I was told this, but I was instructed to go to each family member whose seat I had seen, tell them I had seen them there, and explain what they needed to set right. I was also told that for the rest of my life, I would have to share what happened to me. I would have to tell people that this is a grave error: believing in Christ, someone who died for you, died so you could be forgiven, and then denying forgiveness to others. It was like that man who had all his debts forgiven, but then refused to forgive someone else for failing to pay a small amount owed to him. That's what it was like. I received a great gift when I would accept, but at the same time, if I want to be a true follower, I must dedicate myself to forgiveness.
We don't have time for this. We need to move forward. Regardless of what happened, we need to make peace with God. We need to forgive those who have hurt or wronged us. Many people think they need to go back to their abusers or abusive husbands, but no, forgiveness doesn't have to mean an apology. You don't need to put yourself at risk because sometimes you have to love someone from a distance, but if you can find redemption, do it. Okay? Just let it go.
And what happened? What happened to me was that all that sadness, I mean, even before that experience, I used to say, "You could give me a pallet full of gold bars and I still wouldn't be able to stop feeling sad about losing my son." But as soon as I freed myself from that resentment, from those grudges, from all that baggage that didn't belong to me, suddenly I was happy. No matter what happens, I'm truly happy now. I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.
And since then, I've been preaching, and with one person after another, I can see the weight just lifting off them, you know, right? So, it's been truly incredible, incredible. When I was pulled out of hell and placed on that rock with Jesus, you know, everyone in hell knows there was no one who could have gotten me out of that situation but him. Everyone knows that.
But once I understood, look, all those people and so many of them were making the same mistake. As soon as I understood what I had to do, I went back to my room, sat at my desk, and the first thing I did was jump out of bed, run to my daughter, who was still asleep, pick her up, and then I said, "I'm sorry for everything I've ever done, you know." I was like, "Yeah, yeah, exactly."
And then, after that, I was in and out of the hospital for another year. I developed amnesia. I didn't know how. I was like an 8-year-old. I couldn't even spell properly anymore. I didn't remember how to cook. I didn't know who my children were because you can't get electrocuted for 10 or 12 minutes during a grand mal seizure. Many people don't survive that, you know. But I had no memory. But finally, thank God, I stopped having to go to the hospital. Over the last 7 years, God has finally given me back who I am, and that's a great relief.
And I'll tell you right now, it all started because I thought, "Well, maybe I could forget." Almost like I wish I could go back. But this experience was valuable, but I realized it would be better not to forget, but to face the bad memories and the problems, the anger and rage head-on. Don't try to repress or ignore it. Deal with it. Make peace with it. Let it go because it's much easier if you remember what bothers you so much than to lose the memory. It won't solve the problem.
I used all my animosity against everyone else because I couldn't force myself to talk to him about it. I couldn't. But one day I asked him, and I asked, "Why did you take my son?" And he said, "My love is enough."
But there's one thing I forgot to say. I don't know why I keep forgetting, but just before I left hell, the last thing Jesus told me was, "Tell everyone that forgiveness frees from chains."
So, at first, I thought he had taken me there, but I realized I was already there the whole time. He was taking me out of there, and I can't watch rock concerts or anything like that because they show the crowd with everyone with their hands up screaming, and my mind keeps seeing them all on fire because that's what hell looks like, people piled up screaming non-stop. I can't watch concerts anymore. I shouldn't look at people and see them that way. So, I just avoid very large crowds, especially noisy ones.
I was just getting a taste of what was going to happen to me, you know? I only had a glimpse. Jesus gave me a second chance, and that says a lot. I got frustrated at a certain point because some people listen, others don't. But when science proves it or whatever, many people and I was like, "God, why do you keep sending me to people who won't listen?" Because I saw some who listened, but others didn't.
And he simply said, "I sent you to condemn them in one way or another." And I thought, "Oh, no." And I realized, "This way, you cannot say on judgment day that no one was sent to you, that no one told you, that no one tried. You are condemned one way or another."
God bless everyone. To you who have listened to this testimony this far, if you have not yet had an encounter with the Lord Jesus Christ and wish to do so now, pray this prayer with me and repeat my words.
Say this: "Heavenly Father, I believe that Jesus Christ died and rose again on the third day. I receive Jesus as my only and sufficient savior. I confess that Jesus Christ is Lord and the son of God. Forgive my sins, write my name in the Lamb's Book of Life. In Jesus' name. Amen."
You who prayed this prayer with me are now a child of God. Look for an evangelical church near your home to learn more about God's word and read the Bible often. Welcome to the family of God. May the Lord bless you richly and powerfully. Shalom Adonai.
