John Bunyan's Fake Near-Death Experience 



John Bunyan did not write the book "Visions of Heaven and Hell" attributed to him and the credibility of the author who did, in fact, write this book is in question. Whoever wrote this book, plagiarized John's work entitled "A Few Sighs From Hell."

The "Visions" book is also listed as a "Spurious work" by the John Bunyan Museum in Bedford which means the book is considered a fake.

In the thirty five pages of the "Visions of Heaven and Hell" book, the author calls himself "Epenetus." Epenetus is also about to commit suicide but a voice stops him. Then an "angel" appears to him. Based upon the content, he is not a Christian at the time when the angel appears to him.


You can read more evidence that John Bunyan was not the author of this work, visit this website.

Before Suicide

I kneeled down on the ground and said,
"Oh, invisible and eternal power, who although is unseen by men, is aware of all his actions, and who has now prevented me from defacing your image, I give you humble thanks. Yes, Oh sovereign Being of all beings, I give you thanks that I am still alive and able to acknowledge that there is such a being. Oh let the Sun of Glory shine on me and chase away the blackness of my soul so that I may never again question your being or omnipotence, which I have this moment so greatly experienced."

Then, as I sat down near a bank of water, my mind was greatly taken up with adoring thoughts of the Eternal Goodness that saved me from the dreadful gulf of everlasting ruin when I was just about to plunge myself into it. And now I only wonder that I was such a fool to call in question the being of the Deity which every creature is a witness to, and which a man's own conscience can not dictate him.

Now, taken up by my thoughts as I sat on the bank, I was suddenly surrounded with a glorious light. Its exceeding brightness was such that I have never seen anything like it before. This both surprised and amazed me, and while I was wondering where it came from, I saw coming toward me a glorious appearance, like the image of a man, but encircled with beams of inexpressible light and glory which streamed from him all the way he came. His countenance was very awesome, and yet mixed with such an air of sweetness that it was extremely pleasing, and gave me some secret hope that he didn't come to me as an enemy. Yet I didn't know how to bear his bright appearance; and endeavoring to stand on my feet I soon found I did not have anymore strength in me, and so fell down flat on my face. By the kind assistance of his arm, I was soon set on my feet again and a new strength was put in me. Then I addressed myself to the bright form before me saying,
"Oh my shining deliverer who has strengthened my feeble body and restored me to new life, how should I acknowledge my thankfulness, and how should I adore you?"

To which he replied, with an air of majesty and mildness,
"Give your adorations to the Author of your being, and not to me who is a fellow creature. I was sent by Him Whose very being you have denied, to stop you from falling into that eternal ruin where you were going to throw yourself."

This touched my heart with such a sense of my own unworthiness that my soul melted and I could not help but cry out,
"Oh, how utterly unworthy I am of all this grace and mercy!"

To this the heavenly messenger replied,
"The Divine Majesty does not take into account, in showing mercy, your unworthiness, but His own unbounded goodness and vast love. He saw with how much hatred the grand enemy of souls desired your ruin, and let him go on with hopes of overcoming you, but He still upheld you by His secret power; through which, when Satan thought himself most certain, the trap was broken and you escaped."

Beyond The Sun and Stars

Then the heavenly visitor said with a pleasing countenance,
"So that you may never doubt the reality of eternal things, the reason for my coming to you is to convince you of the truth of them; not by faith only but by sight also. For I will show you such things that have never been seen by any mortal; and your eyes will be strengthened and be made fit to see immaterial objects."

At these surprising words of the angel, I was very much astonished, and wondered how I will be able to bear it. I said to him,
"Oh my lord, who is able to bear such a sight?"

To which he replied,
"The joy of the Lord will be your strength."


And when he had said this, he took hold of me and said, "Have no fear; I was sent to show the things that you haven't seen."


And before I was aware of it, I found myself far above the Earth, which seemed to me to be a very small point compared to the region of light which I was in. Then I said to my bright guide, "Oh, don't be offended my lord if I ask you a question or two."

To this he answered,
"Speak on. It is my work to inform you of such things that you will inquire of me. For I am a ministering spirit, sent forth to minister to you and to those who shall be heirs of salvation."

I then said,
"What is that dark spot, so far below me, which has become smaller and smaller as I have traveled higher and higher, and appears much darker since I have come into this region of light."

He answered,
"That little spot that now looks so dark and contemptible is the world which you were just recently an inhabitant. Here you will see how little the world appears, and for which a small part, so many continually labor and give out all their strength and time to purchase it. Yes, this is that spot of Earth where to obtain one small part of it, so many men have run the risk of losing their precious and immortal souls. Souls so precious that the Prince of Peace told us that though one man could gain the whole world, it could not be worth losing one's soul. And the great reason for their foolishness is because they do not look to things above. For as you ascended nearer to this region, the world appeared still less and the more contemptible; and it will do the same for all who can, by faith, get their hearts above it. If the sons of men below could see the world just as it is, they would not desire it as they now do. But alas, they are in a state of darkness. What is worse is that they love to walk in it. The Prince of Light came down among them and plainly showed them the true Light of Life, yet they continue in darkness and will not bring themselves into the light, because their deeds are evil."

I asked him further,
"What are those multitudes of black and horrible forms that hover in the air above the world, who I would have been very afraid of except that I saw them flee as you passed by them, perhaps because they were not able to be in the your brightness."

To this he answered,
"They are the fallen and apostate spirits who, in pride and rebellion, were cast down from heaven and wander in the air by the decree of the Almighty, being bound in chains of darkness and kept until the judgment of the great day. From there, they are permitted to descend into the world, both for the temptation of the faithful, and for the condemnation of the wicked. And though you now see they have black and horrible forms, yet they were once the sons of light, and were arrayed in robes of glorious brightness as you see me wear, the loss of which, though it was the result of their own willful sin, fills them with rage and hatred against the ever blessed God whose power and majesty they fear and hate."

Is said,
"Tell me, oh happy guide, have they no hope of being reconciled to God again, after some period of time, or at least some of them?"

"No, not at all. They are lost forever. They were the first that sinned and had no tempter; and they were cast down from heaven all at once. Besides, the Son of God, the blessed Messiah for whom salvation can be had, didn't take upon Himself the angelic nature, but left all the apostate angels to perish, and took upon Himself only to be the seed of Abraham. And for this reason they have so much hatred against the sons of men, whom it is a torment for them to see made heirs of heaven while they are doomed to hell."

By this time, we were above the sun whose vast and glorious body, so much greater than the Earth, moved around the great expanse where it was placed with such a mighty swiftness that to relate it would appear incredible. But my guide told me this mighty immense hanging globe of fire was one of the great works of God. It always keeps its constant course and never has the least irregularity in it daily or its annual motion. So exceeding glorious was its body that if my eyes had not been greatly strengthened, I couldn't have beheld it. Nor were those mighty globes of fire we call the fixed stars less wonderful; whose vast and extreme heights, so many leagues above the sun, makes them appear like candles in our sight. And yet they hang within their spheres without any support, in a pure sea of ether. Nothing but by His Word were they first created and could keep them in their place. I said to my guide,
"These words are enough to convince anyone of the great power of their much more adorable Creator, and of the blackness of that infidelity which can call into question the being of a Deity, who has given the whole world so many bright evidences of His power and glory, that if men were not like animals still looking downwards, they would not help but acknowledge His great power and wisdom."

He replied,
"What you speak is true. But you will see far greater things than this. These are all but the scaffolds and outworks of that glorious building where the blessed above inhabit those houses not made with hands and eternal in the heavens, a view of which, as far as you are capable to comprehend it, will now be shown you."

What I had been told by my guide I soon found good because I was transported to the glorious mansions of the blessed and saw things that are impossible to describe and heard the harmonious melody that I can never utter. Here, the beloved apostle John might tell us in his gospel, "Now are we the sons of God; and it doesn't yet appear what we shall be." Whoever has not seen this glory will describe it imperfectly, and those who have seen it, cannot describe even a small fraction of it. And the great apostle of the Gentiles, who describes being caught up into paradise, where he had heard unspeakable things which is not possible for a man to say, gives us no other account of it, but that "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor has it entered into the heart of man to conceive the things that God has laid up for those that love him." I will give you the best account I can of what I saw and heard of the blessed conversations I had with some of the blessed, as best as I can remember.

Conducted to Hell

The angel said,
"I have a mission to guide you to the world below; not only to the Earth from where I received you, but to the regions of the prince of darkness, that you may see there the reward of sin and what incensed Justice has prepared as the right judgment for their rebellion and who would exalt themselves above the throne of the Most High. But do not be afraid because I have a mission to take you there and likewise to bring you back again, and then to leave you in the world from where you came."

To leave heaven for Earth was extremely distasteful and would have made me unhappy except that I knew it was the divine will. But to leave heaven for hell was what turned my very heart within me. However, when I knew that it was the divine good pleasure that I would return from there and to Earth again, and there put off mortality, and then be guided up to heaven. I was a little comforted and found within myself submitting to the will of God. Therefore I said with some assurance to my bright guide,
"What the blessed God has ordered I will always be willing to obey, of whose great mercy I have already had such a very great experience, that even in hell itself I will not fear because I have His presence with me there."

To this my shining guardian answered,
"Wherever the blessed God grants His presence, there is heaven, and while we are in hell He will be with us."

Then bowing low before the Almighty's throne, swifter than thought my guardian angel carried me more than ten thousand leagues below the imperial heaven. By this time we came down to the lowest regions of the air where I saw multitudes of horrible forms and dismal dark appearances flee from the shining presence of my bright guide.

"These certainly are some of the vanguard of hell, so black and so frightening are their forms."

My guide said,
"These are some of the apostate spirits that wander up and down in the air and on the Earth like roaring lions seeking whom they may devour. And though they are led this way, you will see them quickly in their own dark territories because we are now on the borders of the infernal pit."

I quickly found the words of my guide very true because we were soon surrounded by a darkness much more black than night and had a stink more suffocating than burning brimstone. My ears were also filled with horrible screamings of the damned spirits for which even the most discordant notes on Earth were, by comparison, melodious music. My guardian angel said,
"Now, you are on the verge of hell, but do not fear the power of the destroyer because my mission from the Imperial Throne secures you from all danger. Here you may hear the devils and damned souls that cursed men cause of their endless ruin. And whatever you want to ask, inquire, and they shall answer you. The devils cannot hurt you, though they would like to but are bound by Him who has given me this mission and, because of this, it makes them rage, fear, roar and bite their hated chains in vain."

There in a sulphurous lake of liquid fire and bound with the chain of heaven's fixed decree, sat Lucifer upon a burning throne with his horrible eyes sparkling with hellish fury, as full of rage as his strength could make him. Those wandering fiends who fled before us as we came from heaven, had (I perceived) been given notice of our coming and this put all hell in an uproar and made Lucifer vent his horrible blasphemies against the blessed God, which he gave with an air of arrogance and pride. I was amazed to hear his impious speech and could not bear saying to my conductor,
"How justly are his blasphemies rewarded!"

"What you have heard from this apostate spirit is both his sin and punishment because every blasphemy he belches against heaven makes hell the hotter for him."

Tortures of Hell

We then passed on further among dismal scenes of sorrow, and saw two wretched souls tormented by a fiend who, without ceasing, plunged them in liquid fire and burning brimstone while at the same time accused and cursed each other. One of them said to his tormented fellow sufferer,
"Oh, cursed is your face that I ever set eyes on you! My misery is because of you. I may thank you for this because it was you who trapped me this way. It was your lust, cheating, your oppression and hurting the poor that brought me here. If you would have just set a good example as you did an bad one, I might have been in heaven and there be as happy as I am now miserable. But, Oh wretch that I was! Following your steps has put me in this wretched state and ruined me forever. Oh, that I would have never seen your face, or that you had never been born to do my soul the wrong that you have done."

The other wretch replied,
"And can I not blame you as well? Don't you remember how, at such a time and place, you enticed me and drew me out and asked me if I would go along with you, when I was about my other business, about my lawful calling? But you called me away and therefore you are as much at fault as I. Though I was lustful, you were proud. And if you learned your lustfulness from me, I am sure I learned my pride and drunkenness from you. And though you learned to cheat by me, you taught me to lust, to lie, and scoff at goodness.

"Thus, though I caused you to stumble in some things, you caused me to stumble as much in other things. And if you blame me, I can blame you just as much. And if I have to answer for some of your most filthy actions, you still have to answer for some of mine. I wish you never had come here; the very looks of you wounds my soul by bringing sin afresh into my mind. It was with you, with you it was I sinned. Oh, grief to my soul! And because I could not avoid your company there. Oh, that I could be without it here!"

From this sad dialogue I soon perceived that those who are companions in sin on Earth will be also in hell and in punishment. And even though on Earth they love each other's company, they will not care for it in hell. But there was even more tragic scenes of sorrow. After leaving these two cursed wretches who accused each other for being the cause of each other's misery, we traveled further and saw several woeful spectacles; and among others, one soul who had flaming sulphur forced down her throat by a tormenting spirit for which he did with such horrible cruelty, I could not help but say to him,
"Why do you delight in the tormenting of that cursed wretch that you perpetually pour that flaming, infernal liquor down her throat?"

The fiend replied,
"This is nothing more than just retribution. This woman in her life time was such a sordid wretch that though she had gold enough, she could never be satisfied and therefore I pour it down her throat. She didn't care who she ruined and undid so that she could get their gold. And when she had amassed a great treasure than ever she could spend, her love of money would not allow her spend it except to supply herself with the common necessities of life. She often had an empty stomach, although her bags were full, or else she filled her stomach at another's expense. And as for her clothes, they either never grew old or they were always patched until it was hard to say which piece was on originally. She had no house because she didn't want to be taxed; nor did she keep her treasure in her hands because she feared she would be robbed; nor would she let it out on bonds and mortgages out of fear of being cheated. Although she cheated all that she could, and she herself was such a great cheat that she cheated her own body of food and her own soul of mercy. Since gold was her god on Earth, is it not just that she should have her belly full of it in hell?"

When her tormentor was done speaking, I asked her whether what he said was true or not. To this she answered,
"No. Because if what my tormentor told you was true, I would be satisfied. But, he tells you that it is gold that he pours down my throat; but he is a lying devil and speaks falsely. If it was gold I would never complain. But he abuses me, and instead of gold he only gives me the horrible, stinking sulphur."

I could not help but tell my guide that I was amazed to hear a wretch in hell itself, dote on her riches and even so, while in the tormentor's hands. The tormentor replied,
"This may convince you that sin is the greatest of all evils; and where the love of sin prevails, such as the love for gold for which this cursed creature is giving up, is a more severe punishment than what the apostate spirits here inflict on her."

We had not gone much farther when we saw a wretched soul lying on a bed of burning steel, almost choking with brimstone and who cried out in dreadful anguish with a note of desperation. It made me ask my guide to stay a while so that I can listen more carefully to what he said. This is what I heard him say,
"Ah, miserable wretch! Undone for ever, for ever! Oh, these killing words for ever! Isn't a thousand thousand years sufficient to bear this pain? No, my misery will never have an end. After a thousand thousand years it will still be forever. Oh, hapless, helpless, hopeless state indeed! It is this forever that is the hell of hell! Oh, cursed wretch! Cursed to all eternity! How willingly I have undone myself? Oh, what stupendous folly am I guilty of to choose sin's momentary pleasure at the dear price of everlasting pain! How often I was told it would be so! How I was often told to leave those paths of sin which would surely bring be to the chambers of eternal death! But I did not listen those charmers although they charmed me so wisely. They told me often that my short-lived pleasures would quickly result in eternal pain; and now such a sad experience tells me this. It tells me indeed, but it is too late to help because my eternal state is fixed forever.

"Why was I given reason? Why was I made with an immortal soul and yet would take so little care of it? Oh, how my own neglect stings me to death, and yet I know I cannot die. I can not die, but must live a dying life that is worse than ten thousand deaths; and yet could have avoided all this but did not! Oh, this is the gnawing worm that never dies! I could have been happy. Salvation once was offered to me and I refused it. Ah, had it been but only once! But to refuse it turned out to be a folly that is not forgiven. But it was offered to me a thousand times, and yet just as often refused it. Oh cursed sin with deluding pleasures that bewitches mankind to eternal ruin! God often called but I just as often refused. He stretched out His hands but I paid no attention to it. How often did I not seek His counsel. How often did I refuse His correcting! But now the scene is changed and my situation has altered because now He laughs at my calamity and mocks at the destruction that has come upon me. He tried to help me once but I refused, and therefore these eternal miseries I am condemned to have are but the just reward of my own doing." 

I could not hear this doleful lamentation without reflecting on the wondrous grace that the ever blessed God has shown to me. Eternal praises to His holy name! For my heart told me that I deserved just as much as this sad wretch to be the object of eternal wrath; and it is His grace alone that has made us differ! Oh, how unsearchable His counsels are! Who can fathom His divine decree?

After these reflections, I addressed myself to the doleful wretch and told him that I had heard his woeful lamentation for which I perceived his misery was great and his loss irreparable. I told him that I would willingly be learn more about his situation which might possibly be some relief of his sufferings.

"No, not at all. These pains are such that no relief can come, not for one small moment. But by the question you have asked, I perceive you are a stranger here; and may you ever be so. Ah! If I had but the last hope still remaining, how I would kneel and cry and pray forever to be redeemed from here! But alas, it is all in vain. I am lost forever. Although you beware of coming here, I will tell you what the damned suffer here."

A Lost Soul Speaks

"Our miseries in this infernal dungeon are of two sorts; what we have lost, and what we undergo. And these I will name under their sort. First, the miseries over what we have lost.

"In this sad dark abode of misery and sorrow, we have lost the presence of the ever blessed God. And this is what makes this dungeon hell. Though we have lost a thousand worlds, it would not be as much as this one loss. If the least glimpse of His favor could enter here, we might be happy; but we have lost it to our everlasting woe."

"Here we have also lost the company of saints and angels, and in their place have nothing but tormenting devils."

"Here we have lost heaven too - the seat of blessedness. There is a deep gulf between us and heaven, so that we are shut out from there forever. The everlasting gates that led the blessed into happiness are now forever shut against us."

"To make our wretchedness even more wretched, we have lost the hope of ever being in a better state, which renders our condition truly hopeless. The most miserable man on Earth still has hope. And therefore, it is a common proverb there if it was not for hope, the heart would break. Our hearts break greatly because we are both without hope and help. This is what we have lost; which, when you think about it, is enough to fear and rend and gnaw on our miserable souls forever. Yet, oh, that his were all! We have a sense of pain as well as loss. And having shown you what we have lost, I will try to show you what we undergo.

"First, we undergo a variety of torments, We are tormented here a thousand, even ten thousand different ways. Those who are the most afflicted on Earth seldom have more than one affliction at a time. If they have the plague, the gout, the stone, and a fever at one time, how miserable they would think of themselves? Yet all those are but the biting of a flea compared to these intolerable, pungent pains that we endure. Here we have all the loathing variety of hell to grapple with. There is an unquenchable fire here to burn us with; a lake of burning brimstone always choking us; eternal chains to tie us with; utter darkness to frighten us, and our conscience which gnaws on us everlastingly. And any one of these is worse to bear than all the torments mankind has ever felt on Earth.

"But because our torments here are varied, so are they universal, too, afflicting each part of the body, tormenting the powers of the soul which is what we suffer most insufferable. In the illnesses that men on Earth are seized with, though some part is afflicted, other parts are not. Although your vitals may be out of order, your head may be well; and though your head is ill, your vitals may not; or your vitals may be affected, but your arms and legs may not. But here it is different: each part of the soul and body is tormented all at once.

"Our eyes are tormented with the sight of devils who appear in all the horrible shapes and black appearances that sin can give them. Our hearing is continually tormented with the loud screams and continual cries of the damned. Our noses are smothered with sulphurous flames; our tongue with burning blisters; and our whole body is rolled in flames of liquid fire. And all the powers and faculties of our souls are tormented here. The imagination contains thoughts of our present pain; the memory lost reflecting on what a heaven we have lost, and those opportunities we had of being saved. Our minds are tormented here when considering how vainly we have spent our precious time and how we have abused it. Our understanding is tormented by the thoughts of our past pleasures, present pains, and future sorrows, which are to last forever. And our consciences are continually tormented.

"Another thing that makes our misery awful is the extent of our torments. The fire burns us is so violently that all the water in the sea can never quench it. The pains we suffer are so extreme that it is impossible to be known except for those who feel them.

"Another part of our misery is the ceaselessness of our torments. As varied, universal, and extremely violent as they are, they are continual. Nor do we have any relief from them. If relaxation were possible, it might allay some of the pain. But our condition so deplorable that there is no easing of our torments. What we suffer now, we must forever suffer.

"The company we have here is another element to our misery. Tormenting devils and tormented souls are our only company. Dreadful shrieks and howlings, while we are under fierce pain, and fearful speech is our only conversation. The torments of our fellow sufferers do not lessen our misery but they increase our pain."

"The place where we suffer is another thing that increases our sufferings. It is the place of all misery, a prison, a dungeon, a bottomless pit, a lake of fire and brimstone, a furnace of fire that burns eternally, the blackness of darkness forever; and lastly, hell itself. Such a wretched place as this only increases our wretchedness."

"The cruelty of our tormentors is another thing that adds to our torments. Our tormentors are devils who have no pity. Being tormented themselves, yet they take pleasure in tormenting us."

"All those conditions that I have described are very grievous. But what makes them even more grievous is that they are eternal. All of our most intolerable sufferings will last for all eternity. 'Depart from Me ye cursed into everlasting fires' is what is perpetually heard in my ears. Oh, if I could reverse that fatal sentence! Oh, if there was but a possibility of doing it! Thus, I have shown you the miserable situation we are in and shall be in forever."

This wretched soul scarcely finished what he was saying when he began to be tormented by a hellish being who told him stop complaining because it was all in vain.


"Besides," he said, "don't you know that you deserved it? How often were you told about this but would not believe it? You laughed at those who told you about hell; but you were so presumptuous to dare Almighty Justice to destroy you! How often have you called on God to damn you? Do you complain that you are answered according to your wishes? What an unreasonable thing this is that you would call so often for damnation and yet be so uneasy under it. You know you had salvation offered to you, but you refused it. How then can you complain of being damned? I have more of a reason to complain than you, because I entered into hell as soon as I sinned. You had salvation offered you and forgiveness was often presented to you; but I never had any mercy offered to me but was consigned as soon as I had sinned to everlasting punishment. If I received the offer of salvation, I would never have rejected it as you have. And it would have been better for you that you had never received the offer of it either because damnation would have been easier for you. Who do you think should pity you who would be damned in spite of heaven itself?"

This made the wretch cry out,
"Oh, do not continue to torment me. I know that my destruction is of myself. Oh, that I could forget it! The thought of it is my greatest plague. I should be damned and therefore justly am."

Then turning to the fiend that was torturing him, he said,
"But it was through your temptations, you cursed devil. It was you that tempted me to all the sins I have been guilty of and for which you now torment me? You say you never had a Savior offered to you; but you should remember that you never had a tempter either as I have had continually of you."

To this the devil scornfully replied,
"It was my business to draw you here as you have often been told by your preachers. They told you plainly enough that we sought your ruin, going around continually like roaring lions, seeking whom we could devour; and I was often afraid that you would believe them, as several did, to our great disappointment. But you were willing to do what we would have you to do and since you have done our work, it is but reasonable that we should pay you your wages." 

And then the fiend tormented him again and it caused him to cry out so horribly that I could no longer stay to hear him. I said to my guide, "How dismal is the condition of these damned souls. They are the devil's slaves while on the Earth, and he helps them, and then he torments them for it when they come to hell."

My guide replied,
"Their hatred against all the race of Adam is exceeding great. And because many souls are ignorant of their ways, they easily overpower them to their eternal ruin. How they treat them here for listening to their temptations, you have seen already and will see more of it quickly."

Moving a little further we saw a multitude of damned souls together, gnashing their teeth with extreme rage and pain, while the tormenting fiends with hellish fury poured liquid fire and brimstone continually on them. All the while they cursed God and those around them by blaspheming in a tremendous manner. I could not help but ask of one fiends that tormented them, who those who were treated so cruelly? He said,
"They are those who very well deserve it. These are the cursed wretches who would teach others the right road to heaven, but were so in love with hell that they came here. These are souls who were the great teachers of hell and who deserve special treatment in hell. We use our utmost diligence to give every one of them their utmost share of torments because they not only have their own sins to answer for, but for all of those who they have led astray by their doctrine and example."

"Since they have been such great captives of hell, as you say, I would think that gratitude should oblige you to treat them a little more kindly."

To this the fiend answered in a scoffing manner,
"Those who expect gratitude among devils will find themselves mistaken. Gratitude is a virtue, but we hate all virtue and profess an immortal enmity against it. Besides, we hate all mankind and, were it in our power, not one of them would be happy. It is true that we don't tell them this on Earth because it is our business to flatter and delude them. But when we have them here where they are bound, because from hell there is no redemption, we soon convince them of their foolishness in believing us."

From the conversation I had with these devils, I couldn't help but think that it is infinite, and it is by unspeakable grace that any poor sinner is brought to heaven, considering how many snares are laid by the enemy of souls in order to trap them. Because of this, it is a work well worthy of the blessed Son of God to save His people from their sins and deliver them from the wrath to come. But it is foolish and madness for men to refuse the offer of His grace and to enter in with the destroyer.

Going on a little farther, I heard a wretch complaining in a heartbreaking manner against those men who had betrayed him there. He said,
"I was told by those whom I depended on and who thought could have informed me correctly that if I just said, 'Lord, have mercy on me', that when it came time for me to die, it would be enough to save me. But oh, wretchedly I find I am mistaken, to my eternal sorrow! Alas, I called for mercy on my deathbed but found it was too late. This cursed devil here told me just before I was safe that it was too late and hell must be my reward."

The devil replied,
"You see, I told you correctly but you would not believe me. It is a very good business isn't it? You spent your days in the pursuit of sin and wallowed in your filthiness and you wanted to go to heaven when you die! Wouldn't only a madman think that this would be the case? No! Those who earnestly intends to go to heaven when they die must walk in the ways of holiness and virtue while he is alive. You say that some of your lewd companions told you that by saying, 'Lord, have mercy of me,' that when you came to die that be enough. A very fine excuse! You might have known, if you would have given yourself the leisure to read the Bible where it states, 'Without holiness no one will see the Lord.' Therefore, this is the result. You were willing to live in your sins as long as you could, and you did not leave them because you didn't like them, but because you couldn't follow them any longer. And this you know to be true. And you had the impudence to think of going to heaven with the love of sin in your heart? No, no, no such way. You have been warned often enough that you should take heed of being deceived, because God can not be mocked, and you reap what you sow. So you have no reason to complain of anything but your own foolishness, which you now see is too late."

My guide said,
"This lecture by the devil was a very hurtful one to the poor tormented wretch. It was a lecture of the true situation of many on Earth as well as those in hell. But oh, what a far different judgment they have in this sad state from what they had on Earth.

"The reason for this is that they will not allow themselves to think of what the effect of sin will be, nor what an evil it is, while on the Earth. It is a situation that is the ruin of so many thousands, who don't think what they are doing or where they are going until it is too late to avoid it."

An Atheist in Hell

We had not gone much farther until we heard another soul tormenting himself and increasing his own misery by thinking of the happiness of blessed souls. We were diverted from giving any attention to the stinging self-reflections of this poor lost creature when we saw a vast number of tormenting fiends lashing constantly at a numerous company of wretched souls with knotted whips of burning steel while they screamed out with cries that were so piercing and so lamentable, that I thought it would have melted even cruelty itself into some pity. This made me say to one of the tormentors,
"Oh, stop your hand and don't be so cruel to those who are your fellow creatures and who you may have betrayed into all this misery."

The tormentor answered very smoothly,
"No. Though we are bad enough, no devil was ever was a bad as they were, nor guilty of such crimes as they have been. For we all know there is a God, although we hate Him! But they could never be brought to believe, until they came here, that there was such a Being."

I replied,
"Then these are atheists, a wretched sort of men indeed, who once wanted to ruin me had not eternal grace prevented it."

I had no sooner spoken, when one of the tormented wretches cried out in a sad mournful way,
"Surely I know that voice. It must be Epenetus."

I was amazed to hear my name mentioned by one of the infernal crew. Being desirous to know what it was, I answered,
"Yes, I am Epenetus. But who are you in that sad lost condition that knows me?"

To this the lost unknown replied,
"I was once well acquainted with you on Earth and had almost persuaded you of my opinion. I am the author of the celebrated book so well known by the title of 'Leviathan.'"

I said,
"What! The great Hobbs? Can you come here? Your voice has changed so much that I did not know it."

He replied,
"Alas, I am that unhappy man indeed. But far from being great, I am one of the most wretched persons in all these sooty territories. Nor is it any wonder that my voice changed; because I have now changed in my principles, though changed too late to do me any good. Because now I know there is a God. But oh! I wish that there were not, because I am sure He will have no mercy on me. Nor is there any reason that He should. I do confess that I was His foe on Earth, but now He is mine in hell. It is the wretched confidence I had in my own wisdom that betrayed me."

"Your situation is miserable, and yet you say that you suffer justly. How industrious you were in persuading others and involve them in the same damnation. None has more reason to know this than I who had almost been snared and perished forever."

"That is what stings me to the heart to know how many perished because of me. I was afraid when first I heard your voice that you had also been consigned to punishment. Not that I can wish anybody happiness, because it is my torment to think that many are while I am miserable. Every soul that is brought here by my seduction while on Earth, doubles my pain in hell."

"Tell me, because I want to be informed and you can do it. Did you indeed believe when on Earth that there was no God? Could you imagine that the world made itself? And that creatures were the cause of their own creation? Didn't you have any secret whispers in your soul that told you it was another that made you and not you yourself? Had you ever any doubts about this matter? I have often heard it said that though there are many who profess that there is no God, there is not one that thinks so; and it would be strange that there should, because there is no one who carries in their heart a witness for God whom they deny. Now, you can tell whether it is so or not, because you have now no reason to conceal your sentiments."

He answered,
"Nor will I, Epenetus. Although these thoughts sting me again, I did at first believe there was a God, but after falling to evil paths that rendered me open to His wrath, I had some secret desire that there was none. For it is impossible to think there is a God, and not think of Him as just and righteous, and also that He is desires to punish the transgressors of His law. And because I was aware of myself to be obnoxious to His justice, it made me hate Him and wish that there was no such Being. But still following the same evil paths and finding justice did not overtake me, I then began to hope there was no God; and from those hopes began to build in my own heart ideas suitable to what I hoped. And having this in my own thoughts built a new system of the world's origin, excluding a being of Deity, I found myself so fond of these new ideas that I prevailed upon myself to give them credibility, and then endeavored to fasten the belief of them on others. But before I came to such a height as this, I do acknowledge that I found several regrets in my own conscience for what I did, and all along I was now and then troubled with some strange uneasy thoughts, as if I should not find right at last; which I endeavored to put off, as much as there was in me. And now I find those regretful thoughts which might have been of help to me, are the things here that torment me the most. And I must admit that the love of sin hardened my heart against the Maker and made me first hate Him then deny His being. Sin, that I hugged so close within my heart, has been the cursed cause of all this woe; the serpent has stung my soul to death. For now I find, in spite of my vain philosophy, there is a God. I also find that God can not be mocked, although it was my daily practice in the world to mock at heaven and ridicule whatever things are sacred, which were the means I used to spread around my cursed ideas, which I had always found very successful. For those who I could get to ridicule oracles, I always looked upon to become fair disciples. But now these thoughts are more tormenting to me than all the torments I sustain by whips of burning steel."

Fire and Darkness

"I would like to ask another question. I heard yourself and others cry out concerning burning steel and fire and flames; and yet I cannot understand it. Where there is fire there should be some degree of light; but yet it appears to me that you are still in utter darkness."

"Oh, if only I could say I feel no fire! How easy would my torments be compared to what I find now! But alas, the fire that we endure ten thousand times exceeds all culinary fire in fierceness; and it is of quite a different nature. There is no light at all about it and it burns like the fire that burns on Earth. But despite all the fire in hell, we are in utter darkness. The fire you burn on Earth is of a devouring nature because whatever it gets hold of, it consumes to ashes. And when it has no more fuel it goes out. But here it is not so. For though it burns with a tremendous fierceness, which no one but those who feel it can know, it does not consume and it never will. We will ever be burning, yet not burned. It is a tormenting, but not a consuming fire. Here the fire seizes upon our souls and puts them into pain so tormenting that it cannot be expressed. It was my ignorance of this while on Earth that made me ridicule the notion of immaterial substances being burned by fire; which here, to my own expense, I find too true. And then another difference between the fire that burns us here and that which burns on the Earth is this: you can start it whenever you please and quench it whenever you will. But here it is different. This fire is like a stream of brimstone and it burns forever. And this is what I have to answer to the last sad question that you asked me."

"Sad indeed. See what Almighty Power can inflict on those who violate His righteous law."


I was making some further observation on what I heard, when the relentless fiend who before was tormenting them, again interrupted me, "You see from him what sort of men they were while in the world; and don't you think they deserve the punishment they are getting?"

To which I answered,
"Doubtless it is the just reward of sin for which they now suffer, and which you shall suffer too, because you, as well as they, have sinned against the ever blessed God, and because of your sin you shall suffer the just vengeance of eternal fire. Nor is it in the least any excuse to say that you never doubted the being of God; for though you knew there was a God, yet you rebelled against Him, and therefore you shall be justly punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord and from the glory of His power."

To this the fiend replied,
"It is true that we know we will be punished as you have said. But if it is a reason why mankind should have pity on them because they fell by the temptations of the devil. It is the same situation with me and all the rest of the inferior spirits, because we are tempted by the Bright Sun of the Morning to take part with him. And therefore, though this aggravates the crime of Lucifer, it should extenuate that of inferior spirits."

To this my bright guide, who had not spoken to them since my coming here, replied with a stern angry countenance,
"Oh, you apostate, wicked, lying spirit! Can you affirm those things and see me here? Don't you know that it was your proud heart that made you take part with Lucifer against the blessed God who had created you a glorious creature? Priding yourself in your own beauty, you wanted to be above your blessed Creator and was ready to take part with Lucifer and was justly cast down to hell with him. Your former beauty changed to a horrible monstrous form in which you now appear, as the just punishment of your rebellious pride."

To this the apostate spirit only said,
"Why do you invade our territories this way and come here to torment us before our time?"


When he said this, he slunk away as if he did not want to stay to receive an answer. I said, "I have observed that all of them complain mostly about the torment that arises from their own sense of guilt which justifies the justice of the punishment. This gloomy prison is the best prism to see sin in its most proper colors; because if there was not the greatest malignity in sin, it would not be rewarded with so extreme a punishment."

"Your inference is very natural. But there is yet a better prism than this to see the just rewards of sin; and that is by contemplating to see the blessed Son of God on the cross. There we can see the dire consequences of sin. There we can see its true malignity. For all this sufferings of the damned here are still only the suffering of creatures; but on the cross you see a suffering God."

I replied,
"Surely, justice and mercy did ever so triumph and kiss each other as in that fatal hour. For justice here is fully satisfied in the just punishment of sin; and mercy triumphed and was pleased because the salvation for poor sinners was achieved. And oh, eternal praises to His holy name forever, that His grace has made me willing to accept this salvation, and thereby become an heir of glory. For I remember some of those lost wretches here who bitterly lamented when salvation was offered to them and they refused it. It was therefore grace alone that helped me to accept it."

My shining guardian told me that he must now return me to the Earth and leave me there to await with faith and patience until my expected happy death comes.


He replied, "Come then and let us leave these realms of woe and horror to its black inhabitants."

And soon I found myself on Earth again and in that very place where I planned to commit that black sin of being my own murderer, overcome by the temptations of the devil who persuaded me that there was no God. But by what manner I came here I am not at all able to determine. As soon as I returned to the bank where I was sitting, the bright appearance of whom I was guided, said to me,
"Now, Epenetus, you know where you are and I must stay no longer with you now. I have another ministry to attend to. Praise Him that sits upon the throne forever, who has all power in heaven, Earth, and hell, for all the wonders of His love and grace that He has shown you in such a short space."

As I was going to reply to him, my bright guide disappeared and I was left alone. For some time, I considered the amazing visions I saw and the wondrous things I heard and could hardly believe that I was again on Earth, nor did I know how much time I had been gone. I kneeled down and prayed that I may never lose such a lovely sense of all those wondrous things that had been shown me. Then I rose blessing and praising God for all His goodness.

Having returned to my house, my family was very surprised to see that my countenance had strangely changed. They looked at me as if they hardly knew me. I asked them what the reason for their unusual admiration. They answered that it was the change in my face that caused it. I said,
"In what respect has it changed?"

They told me,
"Yesterday your looks was so extremely clouded and cast down that you seemed to be the very image of despair. But now your face appears abundantly more beautiful and bears all the marks of perfect joy and satisfaction."

I replied,
"If you had seen what I have seen today, you would not wonder at the change you see."


Then, going into my closet, I took my pen and ink and there wrote down what I had heard and seen, describing the whole vision from first to last. I hope that everyone who reads it will have the same response to it as it had on me while writing them.

"The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul." Meister Eckhart

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