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Debbie’s Descent into Hell When Debbie was 34 she lost one lung and a portion of the other lung leaving her physically weakened. Debbie’s day job as a roofer while playing in a band at night took its toll on her body and she had to change to less strenuous forms of carpentry for the latter years of her life.
When Debbie was 45 she suffered a stroke and was rushed to the hospital with very weak vital signs. In the emergency room her condition continued to deteriorate as her mother fought a mighty spiritual battle knowing her daughter might be dying and Debbie did not know Jesus. When they attempted to escort Maria and Bill to the Chaplain’s waiting room, Maria refused to enter the room further denying the possibility her daughter might be dying. For many years, Maria had been conscientiously praying that all her family would be with her in heaven. She could not allow death to take her daughter, and, claiming the blood of Jesus, she continued to pray with all her might.
As Maria fought for her daughter’s life outside the emergency room, Debbie was losing ground inside the room. The nurses reported Debbie was constantly calling for Jesus to save her as the vital signs weakened further. Inwardly, Debbie was enduring a frightful battle in which she was aware a very large and dark angel had escorted her to hell. Debbie could view her naked body from a distance; she could see that it was being used as a table around which evil people were sitting and blaspheming God as they gambled for her soul. She recognized some of the people as worldly “friends”.
As her spirit struggled to come to the aid of her body, she cried out to Jesus to save her. Immediately, a small opening appeared in the table, allowing her soul to escape. With the escape of her soul another large angel arrived. This angel was brilliant white-white and began to struggle with the dark angel. She felt the dark angel clawing, raking her arms with sharp fingernails using the six arms hidden under the angel’s wings as the white-white angel began to pull her away and upward.
There were feathers everywhere as the two angels fought over her and she came to understand these angels, constantly on the battlefield, were very powerful and were not the pretty, placid angels we humans picture in our literature.
When Debbie emerged from the coma, she kept trying to get feathers out of her mouth. She could feel and taste the feathers further accentuating the seriousness of the battle she had endured. For the remaining two years of her life, the visual of her body as a table, the struggle of the angels, the feathers in her mouth prompted her to continually sing the praises of her savior and to urgently communicate to all that hell is a very real place.
Jane Mullikin
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