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Do You Know Anyone Who Is Going To Hell?

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What is hell?
We’re told that it’s a place of utter anguish and torment. An eternal destination for those who turn their backs on God and reject the Ten Commandments. Imagine the most painful, the most degrading, the most unspeakable torture you can imagine, multiply it by a thousand, and it probably will not come close to the reality of hell.
Flesh-eating demons, eternal fire, the stench of sulfur…
There’s no sleeping in hell. No rest or reprieve from continuous suffering and agony. And it lasts forever.
So who goes to hell?
Those who commit murder are going to hell.
Those who lie and deceive in order to gain money or political power are going to hell. (Anyone come to mind?)
Those who practice abortion are going to hell.
Those who knowingly vote for Democratic candidates who legislate for abortion are going to hell.
Those who peddle pornography are going to hell, including most mainstream television, movies, and magazines.
Those who dress or pose immodestly, drawing others to sin, are going to hell.
Those who have sold their souls in exchange for fame and success are going to hell.
Those who legislate or resort to subterfuge in an effort to disarm the American people are going to hell.
Those who work to remove God, prayer, and Christianity from schools and society are going to hell.
Those who abuse their positions of religious or spiritual leadership with false teachings of progressivism, multiculturalism, diversity, and socialism are going to hell.
Those who teach our children and pollute their minds with false teachings of progressivism, multiculturalism, diversity, and socialism are going to hell.
Those who live off the work of others, while refusing to work themselves, are dangerously close to going to hell.
Those who promote and encourage racism through diversity, multiculturalism, and socialist policies are dangerously close to going to hell.
Those who are angry and indignant at reading this because they recognize themselves are most likely going to hell, if they don’t change.
Do you know anyone who is going to hell?

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Why I Pray for the Man Who Calls Himself Obama

Why I Pray for the Man Who Calls Himself Obama
I don’t think that I have ever felt so much anger towards a single person as I do towards the man who calls himself Obama. When I think of the blatant destruction that he and his cabal of communist usurpers have brought to this country via illegitimate authority: the economic destitution, the destruction of sacred marriage, the persecution and attacks on conservatives and Christians, the ruined lives, the wrecked marriages, the murder of millions of babies, the deliberate tearing down of racial progress and the proliferation of racist policies and actions, etc., I am at a loss to come up with another person in my lifetime that more personifies the word evil.
Yet, I pray for the man.
Why? Because if there’s anyone who has done more to deliberately chart a course to his own eternal damnation in the fires of hell, it’s him. Yet I know that God loves him.
For the same reason, I pray for Holder, and Hillary, and Reid, and Jarrett, and Biden, and Pelosi, and Boxner, and Feinstein, and all the rest.
They are sowing the seeds of their own damnation. Yet God loves them.
I’ll admit, it’s hard to pray for these people. It takes effort. Yet the more I do it, the easier it becomes.
Perhaps one of them will be saved. Perhaps one of them will see the light and the errors of their ways. On the one hand, I’m not optimistic. On the other hand, I know that all things are possible with God.

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Satan Is the First Democrat

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Democrats love to lie.
From global warming to the Lois Lerner IRS scandal; from Benghazi to “You can keep your plan”; from Fast and Furious to “I did not have sex with that woman”; it seems like every time a Democrat opens their mouth, a litany of lies spew forth. Where did they learn this? From the very first Democrat, satan, the father of all liars. “When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father thereof.” (John 8:44)
Democrats hate women.
Democrats see women as easy marks, ripe for manipulation. They believe that if they can sway women to identify themselves as victims, then those same women will turn their backs on family and marriage, and embrace the Democratic Party. To that end, Democrats endlessly push women to accept communist-inspired feminism. Where did they learn this? From the first Democrat, satan, who used the same tactic to seduce Eve.
At the root of this deception lies a deep-seated hatred of women. And any good psychiatrist will tell you that hatred stems from fear. Democrats learned this fear from their founder, satan, who has good reason to fear women: “I will put enmities between thee and the woman, and thy seed and her seed: she shall crush they head, and thou shalt lie in wait for her heel.” (Genesis 3:15 Douay-Rheims)
Democrats are baby killers.
By supporting abortion and organizations like Planned Parenthood, Democrats contribute to the wholesale murder of the unborn, and, in many cases, to babies that are born. If you vote Democrat, for any office, then you have a hand in this most vile of all sins and crimes. Good luck defending yourself before God when your hour of judgement comes.
Where did Democrats learn to kill babies? From their father, satan, for who else could have inspired Herod in his slaughter of the babies of Bethlehem?
Democrats are ungrateful little twerps.
Rather than bless America, the greatest of all countries, they seek to “fundamentally transform” it. Where did they learn this? The answer is obvious. From the very first Democrat, satan, who sought to “fundamentally transform” Heaven. And look where that got him.
Democrats are not very smart.
In fact, you could call Democrats downright dumb. By attacking God and all that He stands for, they are fighting a losing battle with zero chance of winning. Even more horrible, the end result of all their muck-raking is an eternity in the fires of Hell. They punish themselves in the worst possible way for their own stupidity.
Satan, their founding member, is not very bright, either. From the beginning, he knew he couldn’t defeat God, yet he raised hell anyway. Like his Democratic followers, he punished himself for his own stupidity.
You could make a good argument that satan is mentally deficient, even mentally ill. Perhaps the world’s first masochist. Who else would ignore all reason and common sense in order to sentence themselves to an eternity of torment? Wait, I know who. Democrats.
If you’ve read this far, and you still insist on voting for a Democrat or supporting a Democratic candidate or position in any way, then know this: you are following in the footsteps of the first Democrat, satan, and paving the road for your own eternal destruction.
You can’t plead ignorance. You can’t bury your head in the sand and vote Democrat because you’re a union man, or because you’ve been conned into victimhood and the lie that men are the cause of all your problems. If you do, you’re begging to be sent to Hell. It will be a Hell of your own making.
We have an election next week. For your own good, for the good of your family and all those you love, do the right thing, vote for God.
https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2013/11/15/an-open-letter-to-obama-supporters/
https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2014/08/22/the-worst-racists-in-america-they-hate-black-people/
https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2014/03/22/99549/
https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2014/01/11/are-all-democrats-and-some-republicans-going-to-hell/

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Marine’s near-death experience of Hell

No doubt you’ve all read about near-death experiences (NDE).

Only a minority of NDEs are hellish, including Bill Clinton’s in September 2004 when he had a quadruple bypass surgery, wherein he found himself in a dark hellish place; only the faces of Chelsea and Hillary brought him solace. As he recounted in an interview on ABC’s Primetime Live:

“I saw, like, dark masks crushing, like, death masks being crushed, in series, and then I’d see these great circles of light and then, like, Hillary’s picture or Chelsea’s face would appear on the light, and then they’d fly off into the dark.”

Most NDE accounts that I’ve read, however, are of Heaven and of encounters with the divine in the form of the purest, most brilliant (but not blinding) light. From those accounts, it would seem that Heaven is the destiny for most of us.

That is not so, according to a U.S. Marine from Louisiana named Shawn Weed who had a frightening 8-minute NDE of a terrible place — the vestibule to Hell.

Below is his account as transcribed and summarized by Michael Brown of Spirit Daily, followed by Weed’s 1+hour-long video.

Shawn Weed

MARINE CLAIMS HE ENCOUNTERED HORRIFYING DEMON DURING ‘DEATH’ AND WAS RESCUED BY ARCHANGEL

To recount: on a break from the Marines and relaxing (“chilling”) with two Marine buddies (one a corporal, the other an S-2 intelligence agent), Weed and his friends were goofing around taking pictures of a noose that was placed over his neck when — caught from behind by one of the men, who thought it would be even funnier to tighten the noose a bit — Weed was suddenly unable to inhale, unbeknown to his colleagues, who had snapped a few photographs of the “gag” and thought Weed was prolonging the stunt.

He was anything but.

Weed found himself unable to breathe. Desperate, the Marine had tried to loosen the noose strangling him. That proved impossible. Suddenly, he found himself there in the room, but in an entirely new way, now staring at his own body in the same room as his Marine buddies, who took an appallingly long while to notice that he was unconscious and in trouble. His spirit had left his body.

With equal suddenness, Weed next found himself out of the room and in a totally unfamiliar otherworldly place with darkness so thick and solid black it nearly had a texture: a vast region or plane that seemed to have no ground or floor, and yet with something that he was standing on, like air but hard, a place he didn’t recognize at all: no light, no wind, no sound, standing on nothing, as if in a giant warehouse. The only light was a dim light coming from his own form. He felt stuck despite trying to stride forward to find an exit. “I had no clue,” he says, “where I was.”

“I began to realize that I was standing in-between two parallel planes that stretch on forever and there’s no walls, there’s no doors, there’s no windows, I’m trapped in between these two parallel planes, and there’s no way out.

“From that point I became very scared but before I could even think of another thought I was snatched off of my feet by a very, very large demon. And of course for me, I didn’t know what had happened. It was like getting hit by a truck and having no clue that it was ever coming. This thing had come upon me so fast and caught me with such complete surprise and was so big, I can’t possibly begin to describe what it feels like to be in the grips of something that big.

“I had this shooting pain from my head to my feet, like a bolt of electricity but not stopping. And I had this pounding sensation, this hurting, pounding sensation from my left shoulder and I saw these fingers that came down to roughly to the bottom of my chest. The depth of its hands went from the side of my neck the breadth of my shoulder. That was the width of its hand. The color of its skin was black and red. I don’t know if it was red with black shadows moving across it or red with a black oily substance like a cloud moving beneath the skin so it makes it have a perception of moving while standing still, like the sky with clouds moving. I was watching these giant red fingers with blackness moving through them and this thing was crushing my left shoulder.”

“This thing had me and was just smiling at me, waiting for me to look at it. When I looked over my shoulder, this thing was grotesque. It sounds even more crazy, but it was like thirteen feet tall. Anything you want to know in this place you can ask it in your mind and the answer is given to you and when I thought how big it was, ‘thirteen feet’ came to me. All I know it was huge, ripped through with muscles. No hair, no beard. Just completely hairless and humanoid in shape — two legs, two arms, one mouth, one nose, two ears. The differences were this: where our eyes are white, its were yellow, and where our irises are green or blue or brown, its irises were gold and diamond-shaped like a snake’s. It had a really wide flat nose and gleaming white teeth, perfectly shaped like a human’s. The only thing strange about the teeth is where we have the canines, it had two tusks coming out of its mouth like a boar, a wild pig.

“The thing picked me up like I weighed nothing to it. And it was taking me along for a ride. I only looked at its face for a second. That’s all it took. As a man, I’m not afraid of any other man on the face of this earth. I will fight any man, I don’t care how much bigger they are than me. But this thing? There was no fighting it. It was far too big. It was like it weighed three or four thousand pounds. You could take one of me and put another on top of me and you still wouldn’t be as tall. This thing had me by the shoulder and was moving at a very fast velocity. It felt like a hundred miles an hour and it had complete control. There was nothing, nothing at all, I could do to get away. I had seen that face for only a second and it was enough to scare me. I’m pretty sure it would scare anyone.”

All hope drained from Weed. It seemed like it was all over. “I think that the strength of hope is with God and without God and any hope you don’t really have a reason to live and to fight and you don’t have any strength whatsoever,” he says in the video (which you can view below). “Without hope you don’t have strength. After hope left me, and it was taking me wherever it wanted to take me.” The thought came to him that they were headed from the “outer darkness” (what he later wondered is what the Bible calls “Abraham’s bosom”) toward the fiery part (the “fire and brimstone”) of hell.

This confused Weed.

He was no saint. He was indifferent (or what the Bible says about being “lukewarm”). He “drank like a fish,” many nights, and smoked some cigarettes; slept around. Who knows what else.

But he didn’t consider himself a “bad” person. He was no murderer. He’d never molested a child. He occasionally went to church.

And so he found it “mortally appalling” that he was “being taken to hell” — by a towering demon.

Sounds preposterous, until you watch and listen to Weed tell it.

Fantasy? Like a comic book drama?

If so, it’s one that makes this tough-looking Marine weep at several junctures.

That crying begins when he describes (starting around 52 minutes into the video) how he was rescued — by an angel.

“I was just an average guy,” he said. “I never pictured myself as bad.” As he thought of such things he saw a pinprick of light.

“As I was thinking this to myself — that I’m not such a bad guy — that’s when that light appeared,” he says, “and I looked up at it — like a star far off in the night sky, something so tiny and insignificant and far away that it couldn’t possibly help me.

“Then it moved off to the left a little bit and went back to the right. It moved and I wondered, ‘What is that?’ and I began focusing on it and it came rushing at me like — the only way I could describe it — the speed of this thing was like a bolt of lightning.

“It came at me so fast that one second it was just a tiny little star in the night sky and the next there was blinding white light and his hand was reaching down to me and it was an angel [here he begins to weep].

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“My hand just reached up and grabbed this hand, my reflex was just to grab this hand. And as soon as I touched this hand all three of us were motionless and standing on this ground that you can’t see.

“This beast, this demon, still had me by the shoulder and instinctively I knew to stand still because I knew if I moved it would have ripped my shoulder and arm off and beaten me with it. It was just that massively strong. There was something in me telling me, ‘Don’t move. Don’t move.’

“I was just standing there looking up at this angel and this angel was like nine feet six inches tall and had brown wavy hair pushed to the back and had olive-colored skin, it wasn’t really white, it wasn’t really black, it was somewhere in between, but the light that was emanating from within it was so bright white that it practically overshadowed the color of its skin.

“I say ‘it’ because it wasn’t really a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ although the body was shaped like a ‘he,’ like a male, and when you looked at its face it’s like the most handsome man you have ever seen combined with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I mean, when you look at this angel, you think, ‘Wow, he is beautiful.’ I know this is a funny thing to say. In the vernacular, a man is ‘handsome’ and a woman is ‘beautiful.’

“But this angel was just beautiful.

“Its eyes were blue — I mean perfect blue. If someone took a piece of the sky and put it in its eyes, or a cup from the ocean, and put it in its eyes, there were no flaws in them. Just perfect. Just beautiful.

“He was shaped like a man with a chest and strong arms and an Adam’s apple, a strong man, more like a fitness-trainer strong, not body-builder strong like the demon with muscles popping from where they shouldn’t be. But you can tell this angel was there to fight and he had on a white robe cut in a v-neck in the front and gold along the edge of his collar like embroidered and this robe was kind of like a white Roman tunic that came just before below his knees and elbows and I was just blown away by it.

“I’m looking up at it and blown away by its brightness and beauty and at the same time frozen in place and you could feel [the] anger [from the demon] like heat and it looked around to see what had stopped it: It turned around and was ready to fight, make no mistake; this demon was ready to get down in the worst way — but as it whipped around, this angel — its speed was just incredible and it just rushed forward and with open palm hit this demon and had to angle its arm upwards at about the height of its head to hit this demon in the chest and it hit this demon with such power — I can’t describe the fierceness of it, the power of this thing. It hit this demon with such force that its hand was literally ripped from my shoulder and it had no clue what had hit him.

“By the time it turned its head it was already hit.

“And this demon was hit with such force that it literally folded up and flew backwards.”

The angel, allegedly, according to the Marine, then called Weed by a “long” mystical name.

“It called me this name to let me know more or less that I still had a chance to make it into Heaven, that I had a heavenly name, and that I squandered it, I wasted it, and if this had been my ultimate time, that’s where I would have stayed. When he called me this long name, it was a feeling of ‘home.'”

The name was just as quickly removed from his memory.

“It looked at me and it began to speak at me and its voice was like a waterfall. If a waterfall could speak, like a rushing sound. I understood it was converting my understanding to understanding its language. It didn’t descend down to my broken language of English. It elevated me up to understand its language and he looked at me and said, ‘Hello, my name is Michael’ [Weed weeps again].’ I immediately knew this was the Archangel of the Bible.”

The demon was trying to get back, claims Weed, and the angel “gave me a saddened look and he said, ‘Your time has not yet come. It’s time for you to go.'”

Immediately the Marine was back in his body, as immediately as he had left. Shawn opened his eyes; he came back to “life”; there he was, back in the room with his friends; lying on the sofa they had placed him on; he said it took twenty minutes to recover use of his body, as they tried to revive him (successfully, happily).

Weed’s message:

Devote life to God as much as you possibly can.

It’s not enough to say you believe. You must believe.

It’s not enough to not be a killer, or an abuser.

You must be holy.

“If that makes a Bible-thumping Christian, so be it,” says the Marine. “I’d rather be a Bible-thumping Christian than in the ‘middle,’ because I know where that gets you (Revelation 3:20). We don’t realize the reality of the place. I was at the doorstep of hell. I know for certain that it does exist because that’s where [before Michael] it was taking me.”

~Eowyn

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Words of Warning from a Founding Father


“And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are the gift of God? That they are not to be violated but with his wrath? Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep for ever.” –Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia, Query 18, 1781
In other words, our Founders had a proper conception of Liberty as freedom that is made possible only with morality. Without a firm foundation in morality, freedom becomes license.
Contrast Thomas Jefferson’s words with those of Obama’s and the Left’s political guru, Saul Alinsky:

Alinsky so admired Satan that he dedicated his book on community organizing, Rules for Radicals, to the fallen angel. Like all Leftists, Alinsky could only conceive liberty to be freedom from all authority and all constraints — except his and the Left’s authority, of course.
And so, it’s really not so much that the Left have problems with authority. It is that they want to be the authority — to be as gods, which exactly was the First Sin of the apostate angel and of our first parents in that garden….
Alas, that is not freedom. Desiring to be free from his Creator, the rebel instead found eternal misery in his own grandiosity. In John Milton’s immortal words:

“Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell.”

And Hell’s exactly where Alinsky hoped to go and where, no doubt, he is.
~Eowyn

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Obama's mentor, Saul Alinsky, was a Satanist

Barack Obama began his political career by being a “community organizer” in Chicago. After that, his political rise was dizzying — from the Illinois state legislature to the U.S. Senate, and then to the White House.

Saul Alinsky


Saul Alinsky (1909-1972), the son of Russian Jewish immigrants, wrote the book, literally, on community organizing and, as such, is the guru of all “community organizers” — an innocuous term for what Marxists used to call “agitprop” or agitators-propagandists. Alinsky was not the first to realize that successful Marxist revolutions depend on organizational prowess, but he was the first to write a “how to” organizational manual for aspiring Marxist revolutionaries in the United States — the now famous Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals (1971).

Alinsky’s ideas have been used by the Left in inner cities and college campuses. Hillary Clinton’s senior thesis at Wellesley College was on Alinsky. So influential is Alinsky that Time magazine once wrote that “American democracy is being altered by Alinsky’s ideas.” Even conservative author William F. Buckley said Alinsky was “very close to being an organizational genius.” Alinsky biographer Sanford Horwitt claims that not only did Obama follow Alinsky’s teachings as a Chicago-based community organizer, Obama’s 2008 presidential campaign was influenced by those teachings.
Given all that, it should give us pause to know that Alinsky was an admirer of Lucifer — the rebel angel so full of pride that he thought himself to be “as God” — who Jesus said “fell as lightning” and so became Satan.
To begin with, Alinsky dedicated his book, Rules for Radicals, to Lucifer!

There’s more.
Alinsky so admired Lucifer he wanted to join Satan in Hell.
In 1972, Playboy magazine did an interview with Saul Alinsky. Toward the end of the long interview, Alinsky was asked about death and the afterlife. Although Alinsky professed agnosticism about the existence of God, he said he was brought up by orthodox Jews and considered himself to be a devout Jew until the age of 12, after which he “went through some pretty rapid withdrawal symptoms and kicked the habit.” Nevertheless, he told Playboy, “But I’ll tell you one thing about religious identity, whenever anyone asks me my religion, I always say—and always will say— Jewish.”
The Playboy interviewer then asked Alinsky: “Do you believe in any kind of afterlife?”
This was Alinsky’s response:

“ALINSKY: Sometimes it seems to me that the question people should ask is not “Is there life after death?” but “Is there life after birth?” I don’t know whether there’s anything after this or not. I haven’t seen the evidence one way or the other and I don’t think anybody else has either. But I do know that man’s obsession with the question comes out of his stubborn refusal to face up to his own mortality. Let’s say that if there is an afterlife, and I have anything to say about it, I will unreservedly choose to go to hell.

PLAYBOY: Why?

ALINSKY: Hell would be heaven for me. All my life I’ve been with the have-nots. Over here, if you’re a have-not, you’re short of dough. If you’re a have-not in hell, you’re short of virtue. Once I get into hell, I’ll start organizing the have-nots over there.

PLAYBOY: Why them?

ALINSKY: They’re my kind of people.

Saul Alinsky died a few months after the interview, on June 12, 1972, and no doubt got his wish.
~Eowyn

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