This afternoon, while quietly sitting in my chair contemplating a recent spiritual warfare engagement with the enemy (the demons), a thought crossed my heart.  Over the past couple of weeks, as I've continued to unpack that battle, I've come to wonder a few key things.  One of those involves the disposition of the satanic acolytes that were in that battle.  Part of my reasoning behind that thought process is the fact that, in that battle I was hitting them with so much force that it was literally sandwich folding them in half, with a single shot, and sending them away with such force I never saw them again.

At the end of the fight there was 60 or more of them down.  One shot, one kill, one and done.  That fight was so huge that it's taken me several weeks to unpack everything, and still not done with that yet.  I may be weeks more before I fully do that.  In the process of my trying to unpack that, a thought crossed my mind.  "Was the fight just spiritual, or did it have actual, physical consequences?"  I mean, come on, I one shotted every single one of the acolytes that were thrown at me.  In my experience, that level of power can't have just spiritual consequences.  There's gotta be more to that.

That's where my chair, as previously mentioned, comes into play.  As I was sitting there contemplating that battle, and its aftermath, I began to wonder if any of the acolytes I fought had physically died.  As I pondered this, with my eyes closed, an image appeared in front of me.  In it I was standing over this pit that was filled with what I would describe as a thick, black, viscous liquid.  I was then made to understand that this was representative of a gateway to Hell.  Curious to see down into it, I extended a folding probe into the pit, and down to where the liquid was.

This is where things got crazy.  As soon as the probe touched the black liquid, something leapt out of that liquid at me, and wrapped itself around my foot, and my leg, halfway up my calf.  However, it didn't feel hot.  A little warm, yes, but not hot.  It wasn't painful either, so it wasn't an attack.  It just felt thick, heavy, and dark.  What's most interesting is that I felt things coming from it; emotions.  Deep emotions.  I felt sadness, and regret.  Deep, deep regret.  And, while it didn't speak, I could sense it's "heart" if you will.

It was as though that black liquid spoke to me, and said to me, "I want you to know that I understand what I did, and I am deeply sorry for that.  If you wish to know, yes, I did die, and am now here in Hell."  The black liquid then remained briefly before returning to its place in the pit, and the pure sadness and regret I felt from it was deep.  Not sadness and regret unto salvation, but rather the kind that exists in Hell, completely devoid of repentance.  Another way to look at it is that it was the kind of sadness more akin to "I got caught" rather than "I am wrong, and I repent."

That actually made me cry knowing that, whoever he was, now nameless, is lost forever in Hell, and will never be free again, save only during his brief time as he travels between Hell and the bottomless pit at the final judgment.  And all of this tracks with what I know of Hell.  People who are there are never truly repentant.  They're just regretful of their bad life choices, but never to a point that they would repent and be saved.  Anyhow, I just wanted to share this with everyone because of just how much it impacted me. 

I both got my answer to my question, as well as a deeper understanding of what happened, which gave me closure on all of this.  The only thing I would ask is that you guys pray for the acolytes who survived that fight, if any did, that God would touch their hearts and save them.  And if it's too late for them, then pray for those who will come in behind them that they turn from their wicked ways to Christ.