21 May 2009: Hell

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Visited Hell, with its ovens and trucks of souls

This month contains some really horrible dreams – being chased by the Devil and visiting the factory of Hell and the trucks that supply it.

 

—— ooOO – OOoo ——

 

This morning I received a clear vision. From above, I saw a house with a sloping roof. Suddenly, many large compressed bales of hay or straw landed on the roof. Each bale must have contained millions of straws. After landing on the roof they began to slowly slide downward along the slope. I didn’t see how they landed on the ground; they were anyway on their way there.

I will have to see if I am thinking right about what this really symbolizes.

 

 

—— ooOO – OOoo ——

 

I was out walking. The road was very dirty and I had mud all over my shoes. I arrived at a terminal and spoke to a man there who was talking about how everything was so unclean everywhere. I told him that it reminded me of how things were in the Far East, like it was when I visited there.

A very old man in a wheelchair, being pushed by several people, came in. They went up to the departure hall. I stayed outside for a while.

I went in and saw that the gate was open for the plane. The old man with his party had already gone off.

I was probably that old man in the wheelchair – one upon time – and the man I spoke to was myself.

 

 

—— ooOO – OOoo ——

 

I fell asleep in the sun on the terrace. Chreel sat next to me. I fell into a trance. There was a lot of activity around Chreel. I do not know if it was existences from the other side. It looked as if everyone was in a hurry to get something done. Even Chreel was in full action. There was certainly a lot to be done before whatever it was could take place.

 

—— ooOO – OOoo ——

 

I had a horrible dream. Someone was chasing me because I was protecting someone. A very dark force wanted to kill me that by any means. With me removed, the forces of darkness would get free reign.

 

—— ooOO – OOoo ——

 

I stood inside a large factory. There were several ovens in it, very large – at least ten to twenty meters long, wide and high. Many covered trucks stood parked in front of these ovens. I am not sure what the cargo was, it could have been people or souls. The ovens were burning at full capacity. In any event, it was a horrible place.

I walked away and met a man who wanted me to take a job as a driver for someone. I thought and felt that this someone was a bandit of some kind. I declined and continued my journey.

This place I was in was hell itself with its terrible ovens. Maybe I can do something about it; Iíll see what I can do.

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“I was probably that old man in the wheelchair – one upon time – and the man I spoke to was myself.”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I do not know if it was existences from the other side. It looked as if everyone was in a hurry to get something done.”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Many covered trucks stood parked in front of these ovens. I am not sure what the cargo was, it could have been people or souls.”