Going with the idea that some of the saints have put forth, that we can experience a foretaste of hell here…
I have a couple of handy experiences of hell that are peculiar to my life, and since I don’t know any of you personally anyway and won’t see you at Mass on Sunday, I will go ahead and share the craziness with you. Take it with a grain of salt.
Hell is a half-awake dream of the most beautiful, desirous, and available women, all of whom want to possess you in every way…
at 3am in the morning, when you would prefer to get some sleep, but you won’t be sleeping, because these guests do not leave once you invite them. It’s amazing how desperate for sleep a person can become when they are choosing hell.
I started awake one night after one of these tortures and realized there was a “thing” at the side of my bed. I did not see it, but it was more real than eyesight. I felt it, and basically “saw” it internally. It had colorless, dirty, feathered wings that moved slowly but did not stir the air. I’d describe it’s color as grey but it was not grey, it had no color or life. The cold ashes in a fireplace is what comes to mind. It’s presence was overwhelming and filled the room and me. My wife was sleeping next to me but that didn’t matter, the only two people in the world were me and my new buddy. I was utterly alone and isolated with this thing… brooding and menacing without physically threatening me. It was just basically what I would call greedily waiting.
Like most of the rest of you, I am fairly skeptical about these kinds of things, but if nothing else was real, the fear was very real. That was the end result for me, abject sleep-with-the-lights-on fear, not fear that I would be injured, but just terror because I think my former buddy enjoys terror.
Do I believe hell is real? Yep. :sad_yes:
And that realization has turned into a blessing for me.