Hell

The guard folds the latest entry into Hell backwards and downwards from his knees, and locks his inner arm onto an adjacent corpse, from a large box like structure with a square hole in the bottom like the trapdoor on a gallows tethered a couple of meters overhead, tumbles the naked body of a European man.

Picture a spiv from the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, or yet a Muscovite hoodlum white slaver, he crashes a few meters onto the corpse pile, the keeper grabs his left ankle and drags him leg first up, and locks that ankle into the pile.

The Euro is made of stern stuff, with his free leg and both arms he tries to climb back up the wall of flaming corpses, too bad about the other ankle, the keeper grabs him and applies the hammer lock, the golden light appears, the victim starts blubbering about being molested in a public toilet while still a teen

Does not help his cause any, he explodes into bright yellow flame. Next a teen suicide blubbers before exploding into flame, then one after the other two elderly Japanese men, mutual suicides one supposes, then a Sikh Doctor tries to mitigate before he too explodes into flame.



In the cubicle above dwells Bathomet the Devil of the Fire, he greets the fallen from his within his lair, the outer view has another of the ironies of Hell, hear the crooner's lyrics "Goodbye yellow brick road," or view the classic film The Wizard of Oz, wherein adventurers begin their trek upon a yellow brick road.

For here in the ante chamber of Hell the way is paved with yellow bricks, in this place you can see the fallen in that moment between death and damnation, when they themselves are unsure whether mercy or justice is to be their lot, we know of course.



A Texas Redneck pops up head first out of the yellow paved road, as he attains height so does his body achieve form and substance, he looks about, down the road a little are four arched gates going the full width of the road, they are sealed and appear intimidating, to the front a doorway in a plain wall washed the same yellow color as the paved road, like an anonymous entry to a Madrid Bar.

To the right a low wall of some light gray volcanic stone, beyond a scree slope of similar volcanic material, at the doorway a figure tall and lean clad in western style jeans and a red check shirt, looks like a spiv chalking his cue at a poolroom bar, who looks out the door onto the street and recognizing a like soul beckons him in.

Inside the Devil has a mirror, not an ordinary mirror however but a demon mirror that not only acts as a mirror, but can change shape as well, when this particular devil wishes to vex mankind he sends the mirror along, next time you are in the horrors or have the delirium tremens and you see the Wisp, you are looking into the Devil's mirror.

Looking in the mirror the Devil sees the Redneck, he looks from the front and above chest level, much like a goat, in that he has short curved back horns, a goats head and a full mane a bit like a lion. He resides behind a counter like affair, and in some respects resembles a barman behind a bar where whiskey for instance might be served.

He extends his right appendage, here any resemblance to a quadruped has vanished, his right arm looks like a long hairy tentacle or a hairy spiders leg, grasped in a coil is a stick about six hundred mm long, with a crude replica of a human hand at the end, the Devil flicks it into the doorway from his side.



Outside the Redneck sees the stud at the door, sees the hand beckon in an inviting conspiratorial way, believes his salvation to be at hand and hollers "halleluia," he enters the doorway and his bulk blocks the light.

He takes the next step forward in darkness, then inside and he is face to face with the Devil, whose upper body and simpering feral head is illuminated in the red glare from the flames below, who sends this sinner tumbling face like stone into the fire.

Next a rubber faced Quebecois politician pops up, he does not like it at all he has time to walk down and take a look at the sealed entrances, he walks back avoiding the doorway in the wall with its spectral doorman and the Devils beckoning hand stick.

He decides to tackle the volcanic slope and the scree, unbeknown to him that way is guarded, four demon eyes on two demon heads have been following his every move, the demons resemble small feral humans, low browed and rangy.





Back at the hearth and two West African brothers, twins in appearance, seem overjoyed to actually be in Hell, first one then the other seemed to be digging every moment wide eyed and exited, right up until they started screaming and exploded into flame.

Then a young Caucasian male maybe nine years old absolutely impassive, gives out a bit of a squawk when he bursts into fire, then an old man has Old Peoples Home Proprietor written all over him impassive at the fire, doctors, lawyers,clergymen, young and old burning like mad, made me feel good.

Watching the sinners burn and looking around Hell, another guard happens along,he is on mobile patrol thru the fire and stops by to see what the fuss is, Philemon introduces him, and for a while there are the three guards and myself watching as sinners are flung into the flames, there were a lot more young people than I had anticipated, Chinese doctors were the most unrepentant and a couple of them aggressively spoke back at the light.



Positive ID's here included Jolly Old Emperor Bokassa, one time head man of the Central African Republic, who massacred schoolchildren and had the body of their schoolmaster hanging in his pantry when he was arrested.



Myklos, the perpetrator of the 1995 Hillcrest Massacre near Brisbane Australia, wherein he murdered his two beautiful teenage daughters,then his in laws then his wife, then himself, I had met him a few years before he was a millionaire printer and a boor, and my father and the abortion doctor.



Philemon had never heard of sleep, or school and knew of no way to return,explaining to him about sleep, he says to doss down anywhere, I tell him the fire is too bright and that I needed darkness, the other guard had finished his patrol thru the fire, and was going that way so we three bade farewell to the keeper of the fire, or the racker up of the dead, I did hear his name but forgot, he was a cool guy, cloven hooves and all.

Heading back out of the fire cave, they say just relax crash anywhere you like on the sand, we go along the far wall,there is a bit of an overhang and lying down there try to crash out,unable to sleep and telling both guards, then sitting down then lying down to get some sleep.

Before going off to sleep I wondered how I was going to be able to get back from Hell .. the next day I just woke up at home and proceed to school as per normal, so it is that sometimes when I go to sleep at night, I will wake up in Hell then in Hell will continue the tour, till I go back to sleep and wake up at home ..

The very next time I wake in Hell there is a sensation of rats running allover me, I go to sleep at home after school normally, I wake with the sensation of running feet, a tiny hand has lifted my right eyelid,rolling my eyeball down I am eye to eye with a little rat sized critter, I sit up with a start, Philemon and the other guard ask what's the matter?

I explain that I have been over run, by way of illustration a swarm of rat critters doubles back over my out stretched legs, the guards tell me that these are fire demons, and explain that they live in the fire and are in fact the wild life of Hell, they come to this spot, indeed the location I had chosen to lie down adjacent to a bit of an overhang, got that way because here the fire demons mine sulfur, and spread it throughout the fire.

They wear Personal Protective Equipment, resembling a hood woven of some coarse substance, which comes right down the body forming an apron, they scratch away at the deposit of sulfur and gather it in the apron, then race back and spread it thru the body of the fire, along tunnels built in during construction.



MAN Magazine was published in Australia until about the late sixties, it had a serial comic set in Hell drawn by Australian comic artist Jack Gibson, called Infernal Nonsense, it portrayed the fire demons perfectly.

So the guards tell me the fire demons are harmless, I want to take a leak before going back to sleep, the guards say just do it and I splash a bit onto the fire demons, they become exited and a group of them gather, I get the lot of them, then move on down a little and get a bit more sleep.

Bye and bye I wake in Hell and stretch a little, thirst troubleth me not nor hunger, looking around and there is definitely a grayness, it was not as black as before whence came this illumination I was never to find out, both guards are still there they wanted to know if I had slept well.

I told them I had, the fire demons were nowhere to be seen though their tracks were everywhere in the sand, the guard who was on mobile patrol said now that I was awake he would resume his normal duties, and bade farewell. Philemon and I headed back across the sand to go up the ramp, and back into the first circle of Hell.



We were back at the ramp where Sisyphus continued his toil, on and past him and into the first circle past the Swordsman, we turn right and proceed by Satan .. Philemon tells me that as we go now thru the first circle, we would pass close by a lot of committed sinners, for that reason Allah had decreed that here I can only see and hear, nor can I touch or feel, and that the fallen cannot see me.



A few paces more, and we are level with Satan, he has a wild fearless bold face and appears to be about twenty four years old, in human terms crouched down with one only leg he is still fairly large, standing he would be a tad over six feet .. is there the trace of a pout .. as Philemon who is of the same tribe as he passes his visage becomes satanic, as he beholds his jailer in vile loathing.

A turnkey only,since both are here by direction of higher authority, we pass and he looks at the ceiling of his dungeon as if beholding Allah, his face expressing concern that his friend should abandon him, then from this angle his face is a mass of wrinkles and creases betraying his great age.

The path proceeds to the outer most branches of the Zaqqum Tree, described in the Koran and the home for the recidivists of Hell, a recent arrival a young male person is sobbing uncontrollably, he would have been a nice looking young man in his day.

Ironically not unlike a small version of Satan himself, who is doing his time as described just a couple of meters away, the Warden touches him lightly between the shoulder blades at the back, and he lifts his tear stained face to see what wondrous soul could have shown him kindness here.

The other residents of this place crowd along the path crying, "touch us ..look upon us," and although they are crowded together none are actually touching, and nowhere in Hell do the fallen provide comfort to each other.

Philemon produces a whisk from his cloak and whips the souls away from the path, where the lash falls so do the fallen know such marvelous comfort, here the way narrows and at this place the tree dwellers are covered with thick dust, attesting to the very great length of time of their stay.

Our way is now past the Zaqqum Tree, we have come to another place called The Outer Darkness the home of mortal women, a vast plain with row upon row of lost souls, up this end and close by they are in more or less pristine condition, back further and signs of wear, then right down the back really badly worn corpses.

Eyeballs gone, hair, skin, bone and sinew, we go left, our way has taken us around a large pillar where the path runs parallel to the front row of femme corpses, and we come to the ladies place of judgment under the ferry landing, for the underground river, the boat and the ferryman was just illusion.

The blue green water is now an undulating layer of imps, succubi, tethered to and feeding upon the fallen, the ferry is now a stony place with one hundred and two reciting the Rosary nonetheless, the ferryman like the demons in the other place consists of two like beings Gog and Magog.



Then on the upper level the ladies destined to undergo Hell enter, here the pale green light of another of the guards, and the fake hospital bed with its two demon attendants prevent hysterics, providing the illusion to the newly arrived and damned woman that she is to be conveyed to some sanatorium place, and a construct not unlike an aquarium.

The woman's perspective is thus, she dies on Earth testimony says she will be drawn down a tube past an exit leading to a happy place, the way becomes cold, then colder and colder, the way will become tighter until form and substance is achieved. She will be delivered intact and unharmed into the aquarium like enclosure, though she can move and breathe there is very little room to move her feet, it is very cold.



In an adjacent place in a fore described dwelling Chablis stirs, he is a Devil, maybe four meters long tip to tip, lean in human shape and going on all fours, pointed chin and long crescent moon face, his eyes are tiny peepers at the inner end of conical eye sockets, open mouthed he does not seem possessed of a tongue, no tail visible.

He seems to flow across the stone and up the slope, glancing from the top into the aquarium structure, he reaches with his left hand and finds a device seen in the possession of the Joker in a pack of cards, it is a stick with the three pointed star and a painted face.

In this document the ironies of Hell are described, from the perspective of the woman who is about to be cast into Hell, the Devil's marotte resembles in both detail and legend Humpty Dumpty, and like in the verse he is sitting upon a wall, the Devil tweaks his wrist and Humpty's arms and head piece wave, this attracts the horrified attention of our woman.

The Devil's other arm reaches in past an airlock, he is a monstrous creature and takes hold of her by the waist, his touch is freezing and like the passengers on the Titanic that jumped into the icy North Atlantic, she suffers Diaphragmatic Paralysis inducing a condition known as Dyspnea, she is unable to either inhale or exhale.



He pulls her thru an opening that is altogether too small, placing the marotte back against the side of the aquarium structure, he inspects his prey like King Kong and Monica Stevens in the movie of the same name, then like Vida Blue at Yankee Stadium he pitches her head first into the solid stone of the central pillar of Hell, the target zone well defined by the splatter marks.

She slams into the column and slides down the almost vertical slope, and crashes semi conscious into Hell proper,dazed and disorientated, .. the clip clop of cloven hooves and the approach of a monstrous creature, horned and hoofed, another faun the identical twin of the critter that racks up the sinners in the fire,not ungently he picks her up and takes her to the place where she is to hear the judgment, and to be joined onto a vast chain of women's bodies.



Here the racker up of the dead, picks them up by their elbows after they have tumbled down after slamming into the stonework, drags them their heels dragging the few meters adjacent to where Philemon customarily stands, which is the judgment place of the outer darkness, a soft golden light shaped like a television screen appears, and the wrong doer will see just what has gotten her into Hell.

An elegant African lady is in the hands of the monster as we approach, she is transfixed at the images in the light, the gentle touch of the giant has relieved the symptom of dyspenia, and canceled the diaphragmatic paralysis caused by the chill touch of the Devil, "no" she says, "no.. no-oooo."

The last breath in she took was in the breathable air of the aquarium, that breath frozen in her body till now, she breathes in and is paralyzed by a symptom resembling Carbon Dioxide Paralysis of the Respiratory System, she collapses at the knees, he locks her hand and fingers to the woman on her left, and a tremor goes thru the whole of the outer darkness as the slack is taken in, and the place at the front is ready for the next customer.

She is not long in arriving, it is a malnourished looking peroxide blond with close cropped hair, you might see her at a pro abortion rally or voting for Hillary Clinton, she starts screaming "I don't believe ..I don't believe," until she runs out of puff and locks up and gets locked in.

The next is a small dark woman in her late years from some Mediterranean place, within the light high top limo's from a bygone era, and an assassination outside of an immigrant barber shop, she watches smug from an upstairs window across the street, she starts to scream abuse in some home dialect straight into the light, the scream dying on her lips as she locks up and joins the chain.

So this is the outer darkness then, having a good look about the ranks of bodies stretched to the horizon in three directions, as the body is racked up and chained on, a succubus rises put of the physical entity that was recently a human being walking abroad upon the planet Earth.



Looking about and taking it all in I tell Philemon it was great, and thanks very much for the tour, he says he thought I wanted to see the whole of Hell, I said I did and was there more, he assured me there was..



He cast an image into my mind of serried ranks kneeling in the oriental prayer position, tall spires of ash on their shoulders and heads, balancing on the balls of both feet and their knees, straight backed,hands on thighs palms downward, fingers together, resembling the statues in a Thai temple.

Just where they could be I did not know, and he says to follow him, and back thru the first circle past the Tree, Satan and the Swordsman, past Sisyphus straining up the incline with his stone, across the desert and back into the fire cave, down past the place of judgment and explosions of fire every forty seconds or so, thumbs up to the faun racking them up, then down between the vast flaming stacks of burning bodies to the nether part of Hell.

As we move further from the front so too are the bodies burnt down, past the yellow green burners at the front,to charred corpses further in, then burnt charred corpses with just flickering blue flame and human coals, and on to a place where the bodies are mere cinders blackened and burned beyond recognition.



At this place a huge four armed being dismantles the stacks of charred cinder corpses, those he takes in his right pair of arms reconstructing the body in his marvelously dexterous hands, join with a blue green flying creature that has appeared from somewhere, the charred metallic body of the sinner crumbles to dust revealing only the bright white pure human soul.

They rush together and embrace, their union sealed in a blinding flash of arc light fading to reveal a composite white robed flying creature, which then departs this place at a rate of knots.

Those he takes in his left pair of hands likewise reconstructed they too put on their best face, as the blue green flying creature appears, the giant four armed being gives him the option of reconstructing with the newly raised from the fire human soul, the blue green angel lets out a scream of outrage and horror and flies out of the place like a bat out of Hell, no mistaking that at all.



Thus in place in the two left hands of the Angel of the Second Judgment,Philemon did tell me his name which I have forgotten, he is a pretty cool guy notwithstanding he looks a bit like a snake just jutting up out of the ground with his four arms, he has a mustache and a part in his hair, and looks a bit like Sir Richard Hadlee the great New Zealand sportsman.

So the fella in his two left hands is placed alongside another of his kind, they are in a column of six, like the chain of women in the outer darkness some unseen mechanism is causing the column to move like a snake, of its own volition taking the men backwards out of the fire chamber.

Thru and beyond another overhang and out into a volcanic place, where red hot volcanic cinders alight like snow upon their heads and shoulders, here they resemble the statues in a Thai temple, with spires of ash on heads and shoulders, then only their faces and eyes are visible as the ash buries them.

On downward and on deeper into Hell the time for remorse long gone, the underground column comes to a trip place, here the bodies do a one eighty pivot, the men are now facing forward, as the column of the damned wends downward and here in this place of dust and ash, the fallen sleep.



Attendants, two hundred kilo individuals like funny parody drawings of Cherubs, loose skin and tiny little wings on an overgrown wrestler's body, one reaches out his hand where the column goes over a hump and the ranks open out and takes the hand of the soul of the sinner.

He has been in the Eastern prayer position for as many weeks, and while this is an elegant pose it produces physical agony after only a short while, the attendant assists him up then massages him up and down the legs, toweling down his upper body with a rag cloth he keeps over his shoulder.

The sinner is an ancient Walter Brennan type, you gotta believe just how old this man is, never would anybody really encounter any person on Earth this old .. Old or not, and notwithstanding his double trip thru Hell, he is jaunty and full of witticisms toward the demon attendant.

He thinks he is still in hospital and tells the demon about this really vivid dream he was having until woken, the attendant has heard it all before and mumbles something, he has massaged both legs and feet, done his upper body and arms with the towel which he dips into a stone basin of water then wrings out and does his face and ears.

Walter is still chattering away as the wrestler hands him up to his brother who is up a couple of steps on another landing, when he passes from one brother to the other, so does a shiver of white light commence from the brother's fingertips, then go right thru the newly resurrected sinners body until he is fully up on the landing.

Once more a young man in the full vigor of youth whence the guard directs him to a then unknown destination .. The next sinner freed is a wizened little bloke, could have been a gunslinger in the wild west, mouth just a slit and cold eyes, untalkative he is toweled down and rubbed, he thanks the attendant who passes him on to his brother.

The next is a Dyak head hunter maybe from the island nation of Borneo, an incredibly old little dark skinned man seems happy to be going, I pass with him onto the next level, he approaches a gate beyond the gate his extended family, his grandfather, his mother, and his brothers and sisters are overjoyed to have him back.

The next there is a Caucasian youth, his beautiful wife and children their features indistinct from my perspective greet him .. The column of annealed metallic corpses progresses a little further, until they tumble into and are ground to atoms in an ash whirlpool resembling a bottomless pit.



The umbilical cord snaps, and the faun critter has become a blue green angel, identical to the angels that say yea or nay at the second judgment at the fire, the bodybuilder ..like this guy is built, is mostly indistinct, the guards in the darkness are a more reserved group than their counterparts at the fire, in that his light which shines from a disc above his head is most often very dim.



He interviews the newly emerged blue green angel, and depending upon the response raises either the trumpet horn in his left hand blowing B flat, signaling that there will be no removal, or yet he raises the right trumpet horn and blows D, then the released human spirit standing at the place of judgment, like an intact Venus de Milo risen from a terrible waste of corpse debris and the angel embrace.

Within the arc light their union produces the robed figure of a flying angel who wastes no time leaving .. The losers collapse and so does the floor receive them, losing all human shape now and like a procession of bright white maggots, they make their way toward a place where they will tumble down out of the main body of Hell, and be buried in freezing cold volcanic ash.

Down until they are liberated as the ashy medium intersects an underground body of water, then they are washed out of the ash, over a waterfall and into a pool of water, here they thaw and dive and plunge about this strange limbo world, till they drag themselves up a cinder beach, and flop down like seals.

The two demon attendants here resemble Asterix The Gaul, in the European comic strip of that name, in that they are armored from the waist up and fully helmeted, against the amorous passions of the newly resurrected women, their eyes visible thru a horizontal slot in their helmets .. Handing the girls onto the next level the white light tingles over their skin, and they arrive on that level once more in human form as beautiful young women, stark bollicky naked however.

Up the path a bit and a high arched bridge below just cloud across and a gateway, no gates on the hinges however, just inside a dress shop with diamond shaped crystal panes in the windows, here they get something to wear .. This girl chose a shirtsleeve blue and white full length dress with a modest neckline, that would not have been out of place among the Amish communities in Pennsylvania, past the shop a family group.



A young man in the group a clean limbed type, seems a tad self conscious among so many people he does not know, then erupting from the group's center a black shape nor yet human but beast, carnivore tongue extended and feral teeth exposed, this is a puppy dog of the poodle variety..



I told Allah after the tour, that I felt injustice was being perpetrated in the matter of Satan and all the inhabitants of the first circle of Hell, directing his attention to the monstrously inadequate sentences handed down to my father for instance, and to the Doctor who performed in excess of one hundred and fifty thousand abortions.

He replied that the disposition of his slaves was a matter for him, and that Hell was not the place for temerity, I negotiated their release after Gog and Magog appealed directly to me that I petition Allah in their favor, I did that, he relented and Hell did empty.

Gog and Magog facilitated the repair of Satan's chest wound, and at my behest found and fitted a new right leg for him, and found him a pair of short pants, never was his dignity offended, once more called Lucifer I escorted him to the light and handed him into the light, the same way as I had observed the demon angels do with the resurrected humans at the end of Hell.



Chablis the Devil of the Darkness, has the ability to split into many miniature replica's of himself, it is extraordinarily good luck to capture one… I caught one and held it in a bottle for about four years before releasing it into the light, when it coiled out of the bottle and disappeared into the light, I saw it had the form and shape of an oriental dragon.





After taunting him into chasing me, I had assumed the shape of a beautiful woman using my sweet Lizzy as a model, I climbed back up the cliff face at the place where he splatters the woman against the rock, he went berserk with fury and got after me.

I had anticipated this and had prepared an opening into the outer world, thus viewing Hell from space,I drilled a shaft twelve millimeters in diameter using a burr bit attached to the top of my astral head, he pursued me across the first circle when I shrunk down and shot up the bore hole, he sent one of his most trusted miniature replica's of himself after me.

I had been training in high speed astral maneuvers, and got to the top of the shaft in time to place the neck of the bottle I had stashed there over the hole, and wait till he cannoned full on onto it, then place in and lock into place the glass stopper which came with the bottle.



Chablis was enraged, he can not harm my astral self however, the place I took the bottled devil is where the blue green angels go, when they have refused the advances of their onetime guarded companion .. They fly across the ether until they come to a structure much like a sea urchin, a sphere with a hole in the top, down thru the hole and imagine that you are inside a lamp, the central flame a bright white light.

No glare and easy to look at, ranged around in concentric tiers are a few hundred of the blue green angels all similar but none identical, some are sleeping and some stretching their wings, at various times there are a lot of them, then sometimes only a few.

Variously they approach the light vertically as they enter the chamber then are lost in the brightness for a few moments, until they emerge chattering excitedly then they get directions and fly off somewhere, or take a rest there before departing.



I believe Gog and Magog are spirits from the world of stone that somehow began interacting with humanity, in an adverse way obviously since they landed in Hell, my plan is to instruct them in the Koran and the ways of Islam.

I propose to direct their attention to the injunction from Allah, re waging Jihad or just war against your attacker, I will tell these rock spirits to rally their people as Moslems, and as soldiers for Allah in the war against the unbelievers, which will be on behalf of those, who will otherwise be slain by the abortioners! #