Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Hello there everyone! I've been telling some of you about this particular message that I've heard about recently and how it changed my life.. That it shook my world and made me realize that there's only one life to live that counts for eternity.
Why do i believe this story? Well somethings you just know in your heart they are true. And true or not true, this guy just helped me see the fate that God has saved me from when i dont deserve it. God's love is soo amazing.
I'm gonna post this story on my blog and attach the audio (hopefully it works). To some of you it might be controversial, so please dont get offended or anything. the most, you could take this as a very interesting story about a certain somebody's experience.
But to the rest who like me is gonna be shaken by this person's account, I sincerely hope and pray that it will also change your life just like it did to mine. Although I'm scared of the comments that might pop up after posting this up, im gonna bear in mind that if not for my cousin's courage for telling me about this story, i would still be wasting more time of my precious life.
This is a testimony of hell. By this guy Bill Wiese who was taken to hell for 23 minutes, and this is a book sneak preview.
[ Contents ]
Foreword by Holly McClure....................................... ix
Introduction: A Word of Warning............................ xv
Part I — My Expe rie nce in Hell
1 The Cell........................................................................... 1
2 The Pit........................................................................... 21
3 The Gateway................................................................. 29
4 The Return...................................................................43
5 Confirmations............................................................. 55
6 Can “Good” People Go to Hell?................................ 73
Part II — Research After the Return:
Questions and Answers About Hell
7 What You Believe Is Important................................. 87
Why should you believe me?.................................. 87
Why should you believe the Bible?........................ 88
Does God use dreams and visions?....................... 94
Has anyone in the Bible experienced hell?............ 96
Has anyone else experienced hell?......................... 97
Why would God take me to hell?.......................... 98
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8 Important Facts About Hell.................................... 103
Why would God allow me to
experience pain in hell?.................................... 103
Is hell a literal burning place?.............................. 104
Where is hell located?.......................................... 107
Do you have a body in hell?..................................110
Are there children in hell?.....................................111
9 Understanding What Happens in Hell.................. 115
How could I “see” in hell?.....................................115
Are there prison cells and bars in hell?................116
Are there degrees of punishment in hell?.............118
10 Dealing With the Demons of Hell..........................123
Are there demons in hell?..................................... 123
Do demons have great strength?.......................... 126
Can demons torment people on Earth?............... 127
Can demons torment people in hell?.................... 130
Appendix A: Scripture Index................................... 137
Appendix B: Comments on Hell
From the “Hall of Fame”..................................... 157
Bibliography............................................................. 165
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[ Introduction ]
A Word of Warning
On Sunday, November 22, 1998, my wife, Annette, and
I spent the evening at the home of one of our close
friends. There was nothing unusual about that night.
Annette and I headed home around 11:00 p.m., and we fell
into bed shortly before midnight, unaware that my life was
about to be changed forever by an event I still find hard to
explain. Suddenly, at 3:00 a.m. on the 23rd, without any
notice, I found myself being hurled through the air, and
then was falling to the ground, completely out of control.
I landed in what appeared to be a prison cell. The
walls of the cell were made out of rough-hewn stone and
had a door made of what appeared to be thick, metal bars.1
I was completely naked, which added to the vulnerability
of a captive. This was not a dream—I was actually in this
strange place. Fully awake and cognizant, I had no idea
what had happened, how I had traveled, or why I was
there until it was shown to me and explained later during
my journey.
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The very first thing I noticed was the temperature.
It was hot—far beyond any possibility of sustaining life.
It was so hot that I wondered, Why am I still alive?
How could I survive such intense heat?2 My flesh should
disintegrate from off my body at any moment. The reality
was that it didn’t. This wasn’t a nightmare; it was real.
The severity of this heat had the effect of taking every
ounce of strength out of me.
I wasn’t yet fully aware of it—but I had fallen into
hell.
If you are like most people, you probably opened
this book out of pure curiosity. Somewhere in the back of
your mind you may be thinking, Did this man really go to
hell—hell, as in fire, burning, and torment? Or maybe you
think I’m making the whole thing up, because no one
could go to hell and live to tell about it. You might not
even believe there is a hell. If you do believe in a literal
hell, you probably think that the only reason God would
send someone to hell was if that person was evil and
deserved it, right?
Well, in my case, it’s none of the above. Yes, I was
taken to a literal burning hell, and no, it had nothing to
do with being good or bad. The reason I was shown this
place was to bring back a message of warning. My story
is not one to condemn, but rather to inform you that hell
is a real place—it does exist. God’s desire is that no one
go there. But the sad and simple fact is that people make
the choice to go to hell every day.
Today in our society, warnings serve to protect us
from harm. Not only are warnings welcomed guideposts,
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Introduction
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but also we expect them to be posted on everything
from toothpaste to real estate. For instance, in the real
estate industry, contracts are written to protect the buyer
and disclose to that buyer all facts known. In fact, the
buyer would be outraged if he or she were not given full
disclosure.
What loving parent does not warn his or her children
not to play in a busy street?
When the sky turns dark and the winds increase, we
look to our local news channel to communicate tornado
or hurricane warnings.
So why is it that when God warns us of what will
happen if we travel down the wrong road, we are quick
to say that He is myopic and condemning? Or we say
He is judgmental! The truth is that He warns us because
He is a good God, one who loves us and wants to help,
guide, and protect us. Personally, His warnings are most
welcome in my life.
This experience is not something I asked for or ever
wanted. Being of a conservative nature, being associated
with something seemingly so radical is not comfortable
for me. However, I am able to overlook my discomfort in
light of God’s overall perspective. I have since discovered
that my story coincides with what Scripture details about
hell. This is of far greater importance than what I have
to say.
My horrifying journey felt like it lasted an eternity,
but, in actuality, it lasted less than half an hour. Those
twenty-three minutes were more than enough to convince
me that I would never, ever want to return, not even
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for one more minute. And it has now become my life’s
purpose to tell others what I saw, heard, and felt so that
whoever reads this story will be able to take the proper
measures to steer clear of this place at all costs.
My sincere hope is that this book is the closest you
will ever come to experiencing this reality for yourself.
[ Chapter 1 ]
The Cell
On our first anniversary, Annette and I took a trip to
Carmel, California. It was a perfect place to celebrate,
sitting on the outdoor deck of one of our favorite spots
overlooking the picturesque mountain cliffs, trees,
and homes edged along the blue Pacific. The crystalclear
morning sky and waves hitting the shoreline
were a perfect backdrop for shared conversations about
our hearts’ desires, goals, and dreams for our new life
together. I mentioned to my wife, “This is probably the
closest place to heaven anyone could experience while on
the earth.” Annette agreed. We both had a strong feeling
that God had put us together for a very special purpose.
As we reflected on the goodness of God in our
lives, one word summed up the attitude of my heart—
grateful. I was so very grateful for my beautiful wife and
the life we had together. From the moment I saw her
I knew she was the one for me, and I truly view her as
a gift from above. I was grateful for my health, family, bills
paid, financial provision, and peace. There is something
deeply satisfying when one has such moments to reflect
and dream. What would be the next chapter to unfold in
our lives? Just two weeks later, unbeknownst to us, we
would be confronted with an event that would forever
change our lives.
The Journey
I’ve already shared with you the beginning of that
journey on November 22, 1998. That was the night I was
catapulted out of my bed into the very pit of hell. My
point of arrival was a cell that was approximately fifteen
feet high by ten feet wide with a fifteen-foot depth.
With its walls of rough stone and rigid bars on the
door, I felt as though I was in a temporary holding area,
a place where a prisoner would await his final hours
before meeting a far more terrifying destiny. Isaiah 24:22
says, “And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners
are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison”
(kjv). Proverbs 7:27 refers to “chambers” of death in
hell.
As I lay there on the floor of that cell, I felt extremely
weak. I noticed that I had a body, one that appeared just
as it is now.1 Lifting my head, I began to look around.
Immediately I realized that I was not alone in this cell.
I saw two enormous beasts, unlike anything I had ever
seen before.
These creatures were approximately ten to thirteen
feet tall.2 These towering beasts were far, far beyond
intimidating. It is one thing to be threatened by someone
much taller than you. But these creatures were not of
this natural world. I recognized that they were entirely
evil, and they were gazing at me with pure, unrestrained
hatred, which completely paralyzed me with fear.
“Evil” and “Terror”
stood before me. Those
creatures were an
intensely concentrated
manifestation of those
two forces. •3
I still had no
idea where I was, and
I felt utterly panicked.
Although I had no
point of reference, no familiarity with anything I was
experiencing, and no understanding of how I got here,
still I was faced with the unimaginable reality that
a tortuous death seemed certain. •3
The creatures weren’t animals, but they weren’t
human, either. Each giant beast resembled a reptile in
appearance, but took on human form. Their arms and
legs were unequal in length, out of proportion—without
symmetry. The first one had bumps and scales all over
its grotesque body. It had a huge protruding jaw, gigantic
teeth, and large sunken-in eyes.4 This creature was stout
and powerful, with thick legs and abnormally large feet.
It was pacing violently around the cell like a caged bull,
and its demeanor was extremely ferocious. The second
beast was taller and thinner, with very long arms and
razor-sharp fins that covered its body. Protruding from
I know of no one who has overstated
the terror of Hell . . . We are meant
to tremble and feel dread. We are
meant to recoil from the reality. Not
by denying it, but by fleeing from it
into the arms of Jesus, who died to
save us from it.3
—John Piper
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its hands were claws that were nearly a foot long. Its
personality seemed different from the first being. It was
certainly no less evil, but it remained rather still.
I could hear the creatures speaking to each other.
Although I could not identify what language it was,
somehow I could understand their words. They were
awful words—terrible, blasphemous language that
spewed from their mouths expressing extreme hatred for
God.5
Suddenly they turned their attention toward me.
They looked like hungry predators staring at their prey.
I was terrified. Like an insect in a deadly spider’s web,
I felt helpless, trapped, and frozen with fear. I knew I had
become the object of their hostility, and I felt a violent,
evil presence such as I had never felt before and greater
than anything I could imagine. They possessed a hatred
that far surpassed any hatred a person could have, and
now that hatred was directed straight at me. I couldn’t
identify what these beasts were yet, but I knew they
meant me harm.6
I wanted desperately to get up and run. But as I lay
on that wretched cell floor, I noticed that I had absolutely
no strength in my body. I could barely move. Why didn’t
I have strength? I felt so defenseless.7 Psalm 88:4 says,
“I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am
as a man that hath no strength” (kjv).
I knew that it was much more than physical
weakness I was feeling. Indeed, it was weakness of every
form. I was mentally and emotionally drained, even
though I had only been there a few minutes. Most of
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us have experienced a loss of strength and energy after
intense weeping, emotional distress, or grief. After a time
of healing, we regain that strength though it may take
years. However, at that moment I felt that there would
never be a time for recuperating from the literal weight
that had fallen upon
me—a weight of
hopeless despair. •8
Two more creatures
came into the
cell, and I had the
feeling that these
four beings had
been “assigned” to
me. I felt as though
I was being “sized
up” and that my torment would be their amusement.
As they entered, suddenly the light vanished. It became
absolutely pitch black. I had no idea why the sudden and
intense darkness had begun. But I sensed that the light
that had been present had been an intrusion and that
the atmosphere had now returned to its normal state of
darkness. Lamentations 3:6 states: “He has set me in dark
places like the dead of long ago.” •8
One of the creatures picked me up. The strength of
the beast was amazing. I was comparable to the weight
of a water glass in its hand. Mark 5:3–4 describes a man
possessed with a demon with these words: “ . . . no one
could bind him, not even with chains . . . the chains had
been pulled apart by him, and the shackles broken in
For hell is viewed by our Lord Jesus
Christ not as “made for man,” but “made
for the devil and his angels.” Humans
as such were made for fellowship with
God and for eternal glory. That such
creatures should be banished forever
into the outer darkness with no escape
exit, should fill us with a sense
of horror.8
—Sinclair B. Ferguson
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pieces.” Instinctively, I knew that the creature holding me
had strength approximately one thousand times greater
than a man. I cannot explain how I perceived that bit of
information. Then the beast threw me against the wall.
I crumbled onto the floor. It felt as though every bone
in my body had been broken.9 I felt pain, but it was as if
the pain was being somehow softened. I knew I did not
experience the full brunt of the pain. I thought, How was
it blocked?
The second beast, with its razor-like claws and sharp
protruding fins, then grabbed me from behind in a bear
hug. As it pressed me into its chest, its sharp fins pierced
my back. I felt like a rag doll in its clutches in comparison
to his enormous size. He then reached around and plunged
his claws into my chest and ripped them outward. My
flesh hung from my body like ribbons as I fell again to the
cell floor.10 These creatures had no respect for the human
body—how remarkably it is made. I have always taken
care of myself by eating right, exercising, and staying in
shape, but none of that mattered as my body was being
destroyed right before my eyes.
I knew that I could not escape this torture via death,
for not even that was an option. Death penetrated me, but
eluded me. The creatures seemed to derive pleasure in the
pain and terror they inflicted upon me. Psalm 116:3 (kjv)
says, “The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains
of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.”
Oh, how I yearned for death, but there would be none.
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The Living Dead
I pleaded for mercy, but they had none—absolutely no
mercy. They seemed to be incapable of it. They were pure
evil. No mercy existed in that place. Mercy is from God
in heaven.11
The mental anguish I felt was indescribable. Asking
for mercy from such evil only seemed to heighten their
desire to torment me more. •12
I was conscious of the fact that there was no fluid
coming from my wounds. No blood, no water, nothing.12
At this time, I did
not stop to wonder
why. I was extremely
nauseous from the
terrible, foul stench
coming from these
creatures. It was absolutely disgusting, foul, and rotten.
It was, by far, the most putrid smells I have ever
encountered.14 If you could take every rotten thing you
can imagine, such as an open sewer, rotten meat, spoiled
eggs, sour milk, dead rotting animal flesh, and sulfur, and
magnify it a thousand times, you might come close. This
is not an exaggeration. The odor was actually extremely
toxic, and that alone should have killed me. •12
Instinctively, I just knew that some of the things I
experienced were a thousand times worse than what would
be possible on the earth’s surface—things such as the odors
mentioned, the strength of the demons, the loudness of
the screams, the dryness, and the loneliness felt.
The reality of Hell is so far beyond
our experience that language cannot
adequately describe it.13
—Edward Donnelly
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Somehow I managed to move a bit and dragged
myself across the ground toward the barred door.
I couldn’t see, but I remembered the direction of the door
that had been left open. I finally made it to the door and
crawled out of the cell. Apparently, the creatures allowed
me to crawl out without stopping me.
As soon as I exited the cell, my first instinct was
to get as far away as possible. Again, I desperately
wanted to run. All I could think of was to get up onto
my feet. However, every move to get up took great
effort. I remember wondering, Why is this so difficult?
After tremendous exertion, I was finally able to stand.
I was thoroughly exhausted and, at the same time, very
frustrated at how hard simple movement had become.
Although I was now outside the cell, I could not run,
and fear continued to bind itself around me as a snake
constricting its prey.
I was horrified as I heard the screams of an untold
multitude of people crying out in torment. It was
absolutely deafening. The terror-filled screams seemed to
go right through me, penetrating my very being. I once
heard about a television special where a news reporter
spent the night in a prison just to experience prison life
firsthand. The prisoners were crying, moaning, and
yelling all night long. He stated that he couldn’t sleep
because of all the noise. This place where I now stood
was far, far worse.
Through the panic and the deafening noise,
I struggled to gather my thoughts. I’m in hell! This is
a real place, and I’m actually here! I frantically tried to
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understand, but it was just so inconceivable. Not me,
I’m a good person, I thought. The fear was so intense
I couldn’t bear it, but again, I couldn’t die.15 I knew that
most people up on the surface of the earth did not believe
or even know that there was a whole world going on
down here. They wouldn’t believe it. But here it existed,
and it was all too real. This place was so terrifying, so
intense, and so hostile that it would be impossible for me
to exaggerate the horror. •16
I did not know how I had arrived there. The fact that
I knew God was kept from my mind. This was explained
to me later by the Lord Himself. In retrospect, I know
that there are several scriptures indicating that God
does sometimes hide things from man’s mind.16 •16
As I stood outside the cell, I actually felt the darkness.
Exodus 10:21 speaks of “ . . . darkness which may even be
felt.” It was not like the darkness on the earth. I was once
in a coal mine in Arizona that was completely void of
light. I couldn’t see
anything, yet it was
nothing like the
darkness in hell.17
It was as though
the darkness had its
own power, a power
that consumed me.18
The darkness was
not simply the absence of light—it had a distinctive evil
presence, a feeling of death, a penetrating evil.
I looked off to my right and could faintly see flames
Hell is a place of unrelieved torment
and horrible misery . . . a place of
impenetrable darkness . . . a place
of fire . . . a place of unrelieved torment
for both body and soul. Hell will be
horrible for everybody there, but some
people will suffer more than others.19
—John MacArthur
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from afar off that dimly lit the skyline. I knew the flames
were coming from a large pit, a gigantic raging inferno
approximately one mile in diameter and about ten miles
away. This was just one of the many things I simply knew.
My senses were keener.20
The flames were intense, but the darkness seemed to
swallow up the light.21 The skyline was barely visible. The
darkness was somewhat like a black hole. I have heard
scientists say that within our universe’s black holes, the
pull of gravity is so strong that it actually stops light
from traveling, and it cannot escape from the hole. The
darkness in hell is like that. It is so dark that it seemed to
hinder any light from traveling.
The only visible area was that which the flames
exposed. The ground was all rock, barren and desolate.
There was not one green thing, not one living thing, not
one blade of grass, not one leaf on the ground—it was just
a complete wasteland.22 In Ezekiel 26:20 we read: “Then
I will bring you down with those who descend into the
Pit . . . and I will make you dwell in the lowest part of the
earth, in places desolate from antiquity, with those who
go down to the Pit.” On Earth, even deserts contain life
that has adapted to its harsh environment and have a
natural beauty. But the place I saw was barren—nothing
like the desert.
One of the most painful thoughts I had was the
realization that I could never get to my wife. She had no
idea of my existence in this place. I would never, ever see
her again. I couldn’t even explain or tell her of my doom.
My wife and I are extremely close, and I used to tell her
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that if there was ever a disaster in the earth, and we were
apart that day, I would find a way to get to her. I would
stop at nothing to get to her. Now, to never see her again
was so inconceivable to me.23 I understood that I would
never, ever get out. In
Psalm 140:10 we read:
“Let burning coals fall
upon them; let them
be cast into the fire,
into deep pits, that
they rise not up again”
(emphasis added). I
couldn’t even tell her
what had happened, and that knowledge alone was too
much to endure. •24
The air was filled with smoke, and a filthy, deathly,
decaying odor hung in the oxygen-depleted atmosphere.25
It seemed as if all the oxygen had been sucked up by
the high leaping flames in the distance. I could barely
breathe. The lack of oxygen in the atmosphere left me
gasping for every little bit of air I could inhale. There was
no humidity or moisture in the air. It was exhausting
even to try to get just one breath.
One of the worst sensations I experienced was an
insatiable thirst and dryness. I was so extremely thirsty.
My mouth was so dry it felt as if I had been running
through the desert for days. There was no water, no
humidity in the air, no water anywhere. I desperately
longed for just one drop of water.26 Like the man in
torment in Luke 16:23, just one drop of water would have
It is an experience of intense
anguish . . . a sense of loneliness . . . .
There is the realization that this
separation is permanent . . . . Thus,
hopelessness comes over the
individual.24
—Millard J. Erickson
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been so precious to me. It is difficult to conceive of a world
without any water. It would truly be most miserable. It
is inconceivable for any of us to imagine such extreme
dryness. Water has always been very valuable and
pleasurable to my wife and me, and now so much more
so. Water is a life-giving substance, and in hell there is no
life of any kind. All is dead.
With thoughts of utter hopelessness flooding my
mind, I looked out at the desolate, barren cavern toward
the flames. All the memories of what a wonderful life
I had enjoyed was now a world apart, just a thing of the
past. There was no work, no goals, no wisdom, and no
opportunity to speak to anyone or to solve any problem.
No need to offer advice, help, or comfort of any kind.
Purpose was nonexistent. All life was over, and a useless
“wasting away” permeated my being.27 After seeing
these grotesque and deformed creatures with their
jagged scales, bumps, and twisted limbs, smelling their
putrid, rotting odors and seeing the thick, smoke-filled
atmosphere, I longed for my life back. I thought of my
beautiful wife with her warm, loving green eyes, her zeal
for life, her perfectly smooth, clear skin, and her great
love for me. I missed her so deeply. I thought about us
standing at the cliffs on the ocean’s edge, watching the
waves and ice-blue water crash onto the rocky shore.
I remembered the clear skies, white clouds, sunshine,
and fresh air. I yearned for her so deeply.
I wanted to talk and interact with someone. But
to have an intelligent conversation—or simply any
conversation—with a human being, now so valued, was
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completely unattainable. All these things flashed through
my mind. However, to entertain such memories was
futile and would only lead to bitter disappointment and
total frustration. How could I accept the reality I was now
faced with? It was a reality filled with an endless eternity
of pain, loss, loneliness,
and doom—a most
miserable existence. It
would be impossible.
•28My brief moment
of remembrance faded
away, and once again
I was faced with my
present gruesome situation.
My mental escape
had lasted only a few
seconds. I realized this
horror would last for
an eternity, and that
knowledge thrust me
back into a frantic state
of mind.
I didn’t even
possess the thought of
calling on God for help,
because I was there as
one who didn’t know
God. The Lord didn’t
even come to mind.29 One of those demonic creatures
grabbed me and carried me back into the cell. It threw
The lost will be punished with
everlasting destruction from the
presence of the Lord (2 Thess. 1:9).
No one lives without God . . . . He
gives you every breath you take. His
kindness surrounds . . . . He makes the
sun rise on both the evil and the
good and sends rain on the unjust
as well as the just (Matt. 5:45 ). He
gives you the beauty of a summer
evening, the coolness of a refreshing
breeze . . . . He delights you with the
taste of fresh crusty bread or the
juice of a ripe peach. Perhaps you
have experienced the ecstasy of
love. These are God’s gifts . . . . All of
these are blessings from God . . . . But
in Hell, all this will be taken from
you . . . . all the dignity that you now
have as an image bearer of God will
be stripped from you . . . . The wicked
will burn with fire but they will not
be consumed.28
—Edward Donnelly
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me on the floor, and another creature quickly grabbed my
head and began to crush it. Then all four of the creatures
were on top of me, each grabbing a leg or an arm as if
I were lifeless
prey.30 I was so far
beyond terrified
that there are no
words to describe
it. They were just
about to pull apart my body when, all of a sudden, I was
taken out of the cell and placed next to that pit of fire
I had viewed from a distance earlier.•31
Hell is going to be eternity filled with
grief and pain, an unquenchable fire,
according to the Bible.31
—Franklin Graham
its very messy cos i copied the book preview like totally. you all should click the link and read it yourselves k. i put it up as a whole on purpose so that it would catch your attention because i bet very little people will actually click on links so i figured i shall just put up the entire thing. haha
okay sorry i dont know how to upload audio, so i'm gonna post up the web link and the audio's are up there. if you're interested, please go listen to it.
Testimony of Hellbe blessed!
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