The Purgatory

 

The Purgatory

March 31, 1997

A huge, long corridor, the smell of the dead and the afterlife. It was wet and dirty everywhere. My soul was barely white in the middle of that dirt. I appeared in front of giant doors. They were tightly closed, and their look reminded of a grave. At the top above the doors was a stone tablet hanging, something was written on it. I was pulled inside. For the first time in my stay in the afterlife I got scared. I wanted to go back.

I saw huge stairs which were leading down. It was dirty everywhere, with blood mixed with pieces of meat. It was very hard to breathe, unstoppable stench. A black abyss that separates man from the world and God. Groaning, crying, and screaming people overfilled this silence. When I went lower, I saw their souls. They could be divided into three groups: first – souls blacker than darkness that was all around; second group – as dark as the darkness; third group – could be distinguished from the dark by their light.

Independent of the state of soul, the sufferings were all the same. It was as if all their being was on fire. The Purgatory was like a multistory building with countless rooms. There were millions of souls. Some souls were rushing to me. Their eyes were so terrible and in pain, as if filled with blood, that it was impossible to look at them. I heard voices, male and female. The souls did not talk or touch each other. When I went down the stairs even lower, I saw that souls were losing consciousness from pain, their bodies writhed in deathly convulsions, but no one died.

Many of the souls were unconscious from the pain and only a couple in whose eyes was glowing peace and great pleasure. In this moment, this soul was glowing with light and was all covered in light, which covered it from the dirt, fire, suffering. At that moment prayers and services of God were going on for these souls on Earth. That is what clothed souls in armor of light. But such state did not last long, the light disappeared and the soul returned to previous suffering.

On the very bottom of the purgatory, I heard the voice of Jesus, who was crying and talking to everyone who was there. This voice was echoing, it was so painful that sometimes it felt that you are becoming insane. From this voice you wanted to cry and never sin again.

I heard ringing of bells and saw Jesus. On His body where there were wounds, the skin become clean. Souls were coming towards me. They were glowing with bright light. It seemed that they were about to fall, very exhausted. Souls were bent over and looked unfortunate.

I saw stone doors which opened with thunder. Light appeared for the first time from my stay there, where there was darkness. This light like a powerful pump pulled me and these light souls outside. When I looked around, I saw a huge abyss from which came fire, behind it were huge stone doors on which the instruments of murder of Jesus were carved.

I was happy when I appeared outside the Purgatory.

“Pray a lot child, while there is still time. Because prayer of a child is dear to God. Next time you will see Hell. Amen.”