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Read this. Go to confession. This is how we will be judged.

Gloria Polo’s Return From
The Gates of Hell

Colombia, South
America

Interview of Dr. Gloria Polo by Radio Maria (Colombia)

http://www.gloriapolo.com

Numbered comments at end of testimony: 

1. Brothers and sisters! It’s beautiful for me to be with
you sharing this precious gift my Lord gave me more than ten years ago. (This
was at the National University of Colombia in Bogotá). I was attending graduate
school, along with my nephew, who was also a dentist. My husband was with us
that day. We had to pick up some books at the School of Dentistry
on a Friday afternoon. It was raining very hard and my nephew and I were
sharing a small umbrella. My husband was wearing his raincoat and he approached
the outside wall of the General Library. Meanwhile, my nephew and I approached
the trees without noticing, while skipping puddles. As we were about to skip to
avoid a huge puddle, we were struck by lightning.

2. We were charred. My nephew died there. He
was a young man who, despite his young age, had given himself over to the Lord
and was very devout to the Infant Jesus. He always carried the Infant Jesus’
image inside a quartz crystal next to his chest. According to the coroner,
lightning entered him through the image, ran through his heart, burned him on
the inside and exited through his foot. But on the outside, he was not charred
or burnt.

3. In my case, instead, lightning came in this way and
burned my body in a horrifying way, on the inside and outside. This body you
see here, this reconstructed body, is through the mercy of our Lord. Lightning
charred me, left me without breasts, practically made my whole flesh and ribs
vanish. My stomach, my legs; lightning went out my right foot, my liver was
charred, my kidneys were burned, just like my lungs.

4. I did
family planning using the copper-T intrauterine device
.
Therefore copper, an excellent electrical conductor, charred me, it pulverized
my ovaries. I was left in cardiac arrest, lifeless, my body jumping from the
electricity that remained in it. But look: that’s the physical part.

5. The most beautiful part is that while my flesh was
there charred, at that instant I found myself inside a beautiful white tunnel
full of joy and peace, a happiness for which there are no human words that can
describe the grandeur of the moment. The climax of the moment was immense. I
was happy and joyful, nothing weighed me down inside that tunnel. At the end
of that tunnel I saw like a sun, a most beautiful light. I call it white to
name a color because no color on earth is comparable with that most beautiful
light. I felt the source of all that love, all that peace.

6. As I was going up I realized I had died. At that
instant I thought about my kids and I said “Oh, my God, my kids! What will they say? This very busy mom never had time for them!”
That’s when I saw my life truthfully and I became sad. I left home to transform
the world, and I couldn’t handle my kids and my home.

7. And in that instant of emptiness for my children, I
looked and saw something beautiful: my flesh was not in this time or space. I
saw everybody in a single instant, at the same time, both the living and the
dead. I embraced my great-grandparents and my parents, who had passed away. I
hugged everyone; it was a full and beautiful moment. That’s when I realized I
had been cheated into believing in reincarnation,
which I even defended. I used to “see” my grandfather and my great-grandfather
everywhere. But they hugged me here, I met with them in an instant, we embraced
and I embraced all the people I had anything to do with in my life, everywhere,
at the same instant.

8.
When I hugged my daughter, she got scared. She was nine
years old. She felt my embrace. No time had gone by during that moment, so
beautiful, out of my flesh. I didn’t see in the same way I did before, where I
only noticed who was fat, thin, dark-skinned, or ugly, always with prejudice.
Now, out of my flesh, I would see people
on the inside
. How beautiful it is to see people on the inside. I would see
their thoughts, their feelings.  I
embraced them in an instant and, still, I kept rising and rising, full of joy.
At that point I felt that I was going to enjoy a beautiful sight, an
extraordinarily beautiful lake.

9. At that moment, I heard my husband’s voice. My husband
was crying and with a deep cry, with deep feeling, he called out to me and said
“Gloria, please don’t go! Gloria, come back! The kids, Gloria, don’t give up!”
In that instant I took a big glance and I saw not only him, but I saw him
crying in deep pain. And the Lord allowed me to come back, although I didn’t
want to. What a joy, how much peace, how much happiness!

10. Then, I started descending slowly to find my body,
where I found myself lifeless. My body was on a gurney at the medical center on
campus. I saw how the doctors gave me electric shocks to pull me out of cardiac
arrest. We lied there for two and a half hours. They couldn’t pick us up
because our bodies were still conducting electricity. When that finally stopped
they were able to assist us and they started resuscitation. I set my feet here,
on this part of my head, and I felt a spark that pulled me in violently. I went
back into my body. It was very painful to go back because sparks came out
everywhere. And I saw me fit into such a “small thing”. My flesh hurt, it was bured. It hurt a lot. Smoke and vapor came out of it.

11. And the most horrible pain was that of my vanity. I
was a woman of the world, an executive woman; an intellectual, a student,
enslaved by my body, beauty, and fashion. I would work out four hours each day.
I would slave to have a beautiful body: massage therapies, diets, well,
everything you can imagine, that was my life; an enslaving routine for the sake
of a beautiful body. And I would say “if I have beautiful breasts, I might as
well show them off. No point in hiding them! The same was true for my legs,
because I thought I had great legs and breasts. But in an instant, I saw with
horror how I had spent my life taking care of my body. That was the center of
my life: my love toward my body. But now, there was no body and no breasts; just
some horrible holes. In particular my left breast had practically vanished. My
legs were the worst: empty gaps with no flesh, completely charred and
blackened. From there, we were transported to a hospital, where they quickly
moved me to the operating room and began scraping all my burned tissue.

12. When I was under anesthesia, I came out of my body again. I saw what the surgeons were doing to
my body. I was worried for my legs. All of a sudden I went through a moment of
horror. I had been a “dieting Catholic” all my life. My relationship with the
Lord was down to Sunday Eucharist, no longer than 25 minutes, wherever the
priest’s homily was shortest, because I couldn’t stand anything longer. That
was my relationship with the Lord. All the trends of the world tossed me like a
windsock. In fact, when I was already in graduate school, I once heard a priest
say that hell didn’t exist and neither did demons. That was the only thing that
had kept me in the Church. When I was told the devil didn’t exist, I just
thought we were all going to heaven regardless of who we were. That distanced
me completely from the Lord. My conversations became bad, because sin was not
contained inside of me. I started telling everyone that demons didn’t exist,
that they had been invented by the priests, that they were manipulations. Hanging
out with college friends I started to say that God didn’t exist and that we
were the sole product of evolution.

13. But back to that instant in the operating room, I was
really terrified! I saw demons coming for me and I was their pay. At that
moment I saw many people coming out of the walls of the operating room. At
first sight they looked normal, but with a look of hatred on their faces, a
horrible look. At that point through some special insight given to me, I
realized I owed each one of them. I realized sin was not for free and that the
main infamy and lie of the devil was to state that he didn’t exist. I saw how
they were coming for me. You can imagine how scared I was. This scientific and
intellectual mind was of no avail to me. I bounced off the floor, into my body,
trying to come into it again, but my body wouldn’t let me in. I ran away and
I’m not sure when I went through the wall in the operating room. I was hoping
to hide in some hallway in the hospital but I ended up jumping into thin air.

14. I went into some tunnels
heading downward
. At first, they had light and looked like bee hives. There
were lots of people. But I started descending and light became scarce and I
started roaming some tunnels in pitch darkness. That darkness has no
comparison. The darkest darkness on earth is like noontime sunlight compared to
it. That darkness causes pain, horror, and shame. And it smells very bad. I
finished descending down those tunnels and landed desperately on a flat spot. I
used to claim I had an iron will, that nothing was too much for me. But that
was useless now, because I wanted to climb up and I couldn’t. At that point I
saw a huge mouth opening up on the floor and I felt immense emptiness in my
body, a bottomless abyss. The most horrifying thing about that hole was that
not even a bit of God’s love was felt in it, not a drop of hope. The hole sucked
me in and I felt terrified.

15. I knew that if I went in there, my soul would die. In
the midst of that horror, as I was being pulled in, I was grabbed by my feet.
My body was inside that hole, but my feet were being pulled from the top. It
was a very painful and horrifying moment. 
My atheism fell to the wayside. I started clamoring for the souls in
purgatory to help me out of there. As I was shouting I felt intense pain
because I realized that thousands and thousands of people are there, mostly
young people. Very painfully, I heard the gnashing of teeth, horrible screams
and moans that shook me to the core. It took me several years to assimilate
this because I would cry every time that I remembered their suffering. I
realized that’s where people who commit suicide in an instant of desperation
end, finding themselves surrounded by those horrors. But the most terrible
torment there is the absence of God. God couldn’t be felt there.

16.  In the midst of all that pain, I started screaming
“who made this mistake? I’m practically a saint! I’ve never stolen, I’ve never
killed, I gave food to the poor, I gave free dental treatments to those who
couldn’t afford them. What am I doing here? I went to Mass on Sundays, I always
went even though I considered myself an atheist. I didn’t miss more than five
Sundays my entire life. I always went to
Mass, what am I doing here? I’m a Catholic, please, I’m a Catholic, take me out
of here!”

17.
While I was screaming about being a Catholic I saw a tiny light.
I need to tell you that any light in that darkness is the best gift anyone can
get. I saw some stairs over that hole and I saw my Dad, who had died five years
before, next to the hole, lit by a faint light, and four steps higher I saw my
Mom, with plenty more light and in a prayerful posture.

18. When I saw them I was very happy. I started yelling
“daddy, mommy, please take me out of here, I beg you, take me out of here!”
When they lowered their eyes, and my dad saw me there, you should have seen the
immense pain they felt. In that place, you feel people’s feelings, you can see
pain. My dad started crying, holding his head with his two hands and shaking
“my daughter, my daughter!” My mom was praying and I noticed they could not
take me out
and that my pain was compounded noticing they were sharing that
pain with me there.

18.  So I started screaming again, “please, take me out of
here, I’m a Catholic! Who made this mistake?
Please, take me out of here!” As I was shouting this second time, a voice was
heard, a sweet voice, a voice that makes my soul shake when I hear it. Everything
was inundated with love and peace and all those creatures ran away in horror
because they don’t stand love or peace. And there was peace for me when that precious
voice called out to me: “All right, if
you are a Catholic, tell me the commandments of God’s law.”

19. What a failed attempt! I knew there were ten, but
nothing beyond that. What was I going to do? My mom always talked to me about
the first commandment of love. Finally it paid off. Finally my mom’s “chatter” became useful. I had to repeat mom’s
“chatter” here. I thought I could wing this one so the others wouldn’t show too
much. I thought I could handle things here the way I used to on earth, always
with a perfect excuse, always justifying
and defending myself so no one would
notice what I didn’t know. But this was the real thing, so I started to say
“Love God above all and your neighbor as yourself.” “Very well”, I heard, “have
you loved them?”
And I said “I have, I have, I have!” When I heard “No!” for an answer, that’s when I
really felt the shock of lightning run through me even though I hadn’t noticed
where the bolt had hit me.

20.  “No,
you haven’t loved your Lord above all things, and much less your neighbor as
yourself! You made a god that you adjusted to your life only when in moments of
desperate need! You would prostrate yourself before him when you were poor,
when your family was humble, when you wanted to go to college! Back then you
prayed on a daily basis and you would prostrate long periods of time, whole
hours, begging of your Lord, praying and asking him to pull you out of poverty
and allow you to get a degree and become someone. Whenever you were in need and
wanted money, you would say a rosary. Lord, please send me some money! That was
your relationship with your Lord!”

21.  I had an “ATM” relationship with the Lord, I have to
admit. I grabbed the rosary, and expected money in return, that was my
relationship with him. I was shown how, as soon as I got my degree and made a
name for myself, the Lord became too small for me and I started thinking myself
better. Not even the smallest expression of love with my Lord. Being thankful? Never! Not even while opening my
eyes in the morning, never a “thank you, Lord, for this new day you’ve given
me, thanks for my health, for the life of my children, because I have a roof
over my head, I pity those with no roof over their heads or food to eat!” Nothing! Very ungrateful!

22. “And
besides, you placed your Lord so low that even Mercury and Venus you entrusted
more with your luck. You were blindsided by astrology, claiming the stars ran
your life! You started walking in all the doctrines of the world. You started
to believe that you would die and would start again!
And you forgot grace! You forgot that you had been ransomed by your
Lord’s blood!”

23. They gave me a test on the Ten Commandments. They
showed me that I claimed I adored and loved God with my words, but in reality,
I adored Satan. A woman would come to my dentist’s office to offer her services
as a sorcerer and I would say “I don’t believe in that, but put those charms
right there, just in case, for good luck”. I had set in a corner, where
patients did not know, a horseshoe and a cactus plant, supposedly to scare away
bad energies.

24. How shameful all of this was! They made an analysis of
all my life based on the Ten Commandments. They showed me who I had been with
my fellowman. They showed me how I would tell God I loved him when I wasn’t far
from him yet, when I wasn’t involved yet in atheism, but with the same tongue
with which I blessed the Lord, I would lash out against all of mankind. I used to criticize everyone. I used to
point a finger at everyone, the ever-saintly Gloria. And they showed me how I
was full of envy and always ungrateful. I never recognized all my parents’ love
and selfless effort, to see me through college, to raise me. As soon as I got a
college degree, even they became too little for me. I even felt ashamed of my
mom, because of her simplicity, humility, and poverty.

25. And they showed me as wife. Who was I? I would
complain day in and day out, from the break of day. My husband would say “good
morning” and I would respond “what do you mean ‘good’? Look, it’s raining
outside!” I would complain about my children too. They showed me that I never
had love or compassion for my fellowmen, for my brothers and sisters out there.
And the Lord told me “you never had any consideration for the sick, never kept
them company in their loneliness. Never once compassionate for children without
a mother, for all those suffering children”. I had a heart of stone. In a
nutshell, I didn’t get half an answer right on my Ten Commandments test.

26. It was terrible, devastating. I
was in total chaos. Surely they couldn’t blame me for having killed anyone?

27. For
example, I bought groceries for many people in need, but I didn’t do it out of
love but rather to look good, because it was cool for everyone to see how good
I was and it was great to manipulate people in need.

28.  I would tell them “take these groceries, but please
take my place at the parent-teacher conference because I don’t have time to
attend.” And that’s how I would give people things but I would manipulate them.
Besides, I liked being followed by a lot of people singing my praises. I made
an image for myself.

29. I
was told “you had a god, and that god was money! You have been condemned
because of money! Because of it you have sunk into the abyss and you distanced
yourself from your Lord.”

30. We had been wealthy, but we were broke at that point,
full of debt, having run out of money. Therefore, when they told me money was my
god I cried out: “What money? Back on earth I left many debts!” And that’s all
I said…

31. When they talked to me about the Second Commandment,
I
saw full of sadness that, as a little girl, I learned that lies were excellent
ways of avoiding my mom’s severe punishments. I started walking with the father
of lies (Satan) and I became a liar. As my sins grew, my lies also grew. I
noticed my mom’s respect for the Lord and how his name was Holy to her, so I
took that as a weapon and I started swearing in vain. I would say “Mom, I swear
to God….”, and that’s how I would avoid punishments. Imagine my lies, placing
the Most Holy name of the Lord in my rottenness, because at that point I was
full of dirt and sin.

And look, brothers and sisters, I learned that words
do not go away empty. When my mom was giving me a hard time I would say, “Mom, if I’m lying to you, let a lightning
bolt strike me!”
And although the words faded in time, it is through the
mercy of God that I’m here, because in reality lightning hit me, practically
cutting me in half and burning me.

They would show me how I, who called myself a
Catholic, never kept my word and would always use the Lord’s Holy Name in vain.

32. It shocked me how the Lord passed by and all those
horrible creatures would throw themselves on the ground in adoration. I saw the
Blessed Virgin Mary prostrated at the Lord’s feet, praying for me in
supplication, while I, a sinner deep in filth, kept my exchange with the Lord
going. I thought myself so righteous! Complaining and cursing against the Lord.

33. On keeping holy the Lord’s day, it was horrible and I
felt intense pain; the voice would tell me how I would dedicate four or five hours
to my body every day, but not even ten minutes of deep love to my Lord in
thanksgiving or a simple prayer. I would start the rosary very quickly and I
would say to myself “I can finish the rosary while the commercials are on for
my soap opera.” They showed me how I was never grateful toward the Lord. They
also showed me what I used to say when I didn’t feel like going to Mass.“But mom, God is everywhere, why do I need
to go there?”
Of course it was very convenient for me to say that. The
voice would remind me how the Lord was watching over me 24 hours a day but I
never prayed a little, or on Sunday to thank him, to show him any gratefulness
or love; that going to church was the feeding of my soul. But I took care of my
body instead. I was enslaved to my body and I forgot a tiny detail: I had a
soul and I never took care of it. I never fed it with the word of God because I
would rationalize that whoever read the word of God would go crazy.

34. On the sacraments,
I had nothing. I used to say that I would never go to confession with those old
men who were far worse than me. I did it because it was very comfortable for me
to do so in the midst of my filth. The evil one drove me away from confession
and that is how he took away cleanliness and healing from my soul, because
every time I sinned, there was a price to pay: within the white purity of my
soul, Satan would place his blemish, a blemish of darkness. Never, with the exception of my first
communion, did I make a good confession.
From that point on, I received my
Lord unworthily. The lack of coherence of my life reached such a stage that I
would blaspheme and challenge “Why ‘blessed’ sacrament? Can you imagine God
being alive in a piece of bread? Priests should put some caramel spread on that
wafer to make it tasty!” That’s how low my relationship with God fell.

35. I never fed my soul, but to make matters worse, I
would criticize priests constantly. You should have seen what a hard time I had
on that one! Ever since we were little, I remember criticism against priests
being present in my family. My dad used to say that those guys were womanizers
and much better off than we were. And we would repeat that. And my Lord told
me:

36. “Who
did you think you were making yourself God and judging my anointed? They are
human, and the holiness of a priest is built by his community, that prays,
loves, and supports him. When a priest sins his community is questioned, not
him.”
The Lord showed me that each time I criticized
priests, the demons would get attached to me. Besides that, at some point I
accused a priest of homosexuality and the whole community found out. You can’t
imagine how much harm I did.

37. On the fourth commandment, honor thy Father and thy Mother, as I already told you the Lord
showed me how ungrateful I was to them. I would curse against and complain
about them because they could not give me everything my friends had. I never
appreciated anything they did for me, to the point of saying I didn’t know my
Mom because I thought she was not up to my standards. It was horrible to see
the summary of a woman with no God and how that Godless woman can destroy
anything coming close to her. But the worse part was that I thought of myself
as good and saintly.
The Lord also showed me how I thought I could do well on
this commandment simply because I paid for my parents’ doctors’ bills and
medicines when they became ill, but that since I analyzed everything from the
vantage point of money I would manipulate them when I had money.  I took advantage even of them, money made me
feel god and I stepped all over them. Do you know what really hurt? Seeing my
dad crying sadly, because even though he was a good father who had taught me to
be hardworking, entrepreneurial, and honest, he forgot a small but important
detail: that I had a soul and that he was an evangelizer with his witness, and
that therefore, my whole life started to sink as a result of this.

38. I would look upon my dad with hurt when he was a
womanizer. He enjoyed telling my mom and everyone, for that matter, that he was
a real man because he had several women and he could keep up with all of them.
Besides, he was a smoker and a drinker. Those vices made him feel proud because
he thought them virtues, not vices. I started to see how my mom would cover her
face in tears when my dad started talking about other women. I became full of
anger and resentment. That resentment led me to my spiritual death. I saw with
terrible anger how my dad humiliated my mom in front of everyone. I rebelled
and I told my mom I would never be like her. “That’s why us women are worthless,
because of women like you, with no dignity and no pride who let men trample all
over them!” And when I grew up, I told my dad “Mind you, I’ll never, ever, let
a man humiliate me in the same way you humiliate my mom. If a man is ever unfaithful
to me, I’ll repay him!” He hit me and challenged me “Don’t even think about
it!” My dad was very chauvinistic. I told him “even if you hit me or kill me,
if I ever get married and my husband is unfaithful to me, I will pay him back
so men will understand how women suffer when men trample over them.”

So, full of that resentment and anger, once I had made
enough money I started telling my mom she should separate from my dad despite
the fact that I really loved my dad. “You shouldn’t put up with a man like
that! Be dignified, make him see your worth!” Can you imagine? I was trying to make my own parents divorce!

And mom would tell me: “No, honey, of course I hurt,
but I’ve sacrificed myself because I have seven children and because, at the end
of the day, your dad is a good father and I couldn’t possibly leave and take
your father away from you. Besides, if I leave him, who is going to pray for his salvation? I’m the only one who can
pray so he will be saved because the hurt and suffering he causes me I raise to
unite to the pain of Christ on the Cross. Every day I tell the Lord, “This pain is nothing compared to your
Cross, so please save my husband and children
!”

39.  I didn’t understand that. My anger swelled and
changed my life. I became a rebel and started promulgating my
desire to defend women. I began
defending abortion, cohabitation, and divorce, speaking out in favor of “an eye
for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”. I was never unfaithful but I harmed many
people with my advice.

40.  When we came to the Fifth Commandment, the Lord showed
me I was a horrible assassin and that I had committed the worst and most abominable
in front of his eyes: an abortion. Money empowered me to pay for several
abortions because I claimed women had a right to choose when they wanted to
become pregnant or not. I saw in the book of life and it hurt me deeply when I
saw a fourteen-year old girl aborting because I had taught her. When one is
poisoned nothing good remains. Everything that comes close to you is also
spoiled.

There were these girls, three of them my nieces and
the other one, my nephew’s girlfriend. Their parents would let them come to my
house because I had money and talked to them about fashion, glamour, how to
show their bodies, and so on. My sister would send them
to me. I corrupted them. I
corrupted minors, that was a horrible sin, compounding abortion. I would tell
them not to be innocent. “Your mothers talk to you about virginity and chastity
because they’re outdated. They talk about a 2000 year old Bible but priests
have refused to come to terms with the modern world. Your mothers talk about
what the Pope says, but the Pope is outdated.”

Imagine how poisonous! I taught these girls they had
to enjoy their bodies but that they had to contracept. I taught them the
“perfect woman” method. That 14 year old, my nephew’s girlfriend, came to my
office one day (I saw this in the book
of life
) and in tears told me “Gloria, I’m just a baby and I’m pregnant!” I
scolded her and told her “didn’t I teach you about contraception?” She replied
“yes, but it didn’t work!” Then I saw how the Lord had put that girl there so
she wouldn’t sink in the abyss, so she wouldn’t abort. Abortion is a heavy
chain that drags and tramples, it is a hurt that never ends. It’s the emptiness
of being a murderer. It’s the worst thing one can do to a child.

41.  As to that girl, instead of talking to her about the
Lord, I gave her money to have an abortion at a ‘good’ place so she wouldn’t
have any complications later on in life. Just like that one, I sponsored
several abortions. Each time the blood of a baby is spilled, it’s like a
holocaust to Satan. It is a holocaust which hurts and shakes the Lord. In the book of life I saw how our soul is formed the moment the
sperm and the egg touch. A beautiful spark is formed, a light beaming from the
sun of God the Father.
As soon as the womb of a mother is impregnated, it
lights up with the brightness of that soul. When there is an abortion, that
soul screams and moans in pain even if it has no eyes or flesh. When it is
being murdered, that cry is heard and heaven shakes and an equally strong cry
is heard in hell, but this time of joy. Immediately after that happens, some
seals break loose in hell and larvae come out to continue prowling around
humankind, keeping it enslaved to the flesh and to all those bad things we see
and the worse that will come.

Because, how many babies are killed on a daily basis? And
it is a victory for him. The price of innocent blood releases one more demon
each time. I got washed in that blood and my clean soul became absolutely dark.
After those abortions, I had no more
sense of sinfulness. For me, everything was okay.
It was sad to see how all
those debts I owed the devil included as well all those babies I had killed
myself because I had a copper-T intrauterine device. I painfully saw how many
little babies had been created and those suns had burst, with the cry of that
baby being torn away from the hands of his Father God. No wonder I was always
sour and ill-tempered, with a grim face, frustrated with everyone and very
depressed. I had become a baby-killing machine!

And that sank me deeper into the abyss. How could I
say I hadn’t killed? How about every person I disliked, hated, or simply couldn’t
put up with? I was being a murderer there too, because people
don’t only die from a gunshot. It’s enough to hate them, to do bad things to
them, to be envious of them. You kill with that.

42.  As far as the Sixth
Commandment
is concerned I thought “they can’t find any dirt here; I didn’t
have any affairs and I’ve only had one man, my husband, my entire life”. Then
they showed me that each time my chest was showing and I was wearing leotards I
was inciting other men to look at me and have impure thoughts and I would make
them sin. That’s how I fell into adultery.

I would advise women to be unfaithful to their
husbands. I would advise against forgiveness and would encourage divorce. That
was enough to commit a horrible adultery.

And I realized the sins of the flesh are horrendous
and condemning even if the world says they’re cool and that we should keep on behaving
like animals. Sadly, I let go of the hand of the Lord, because we sin in
thought, soul, and actions.

It was painful to see how all that sin, for example
the sin of my father’s adultery, damaged and tore apart his children. It made
me resentful against men and it made my brothers into three identical copies of
my dad, happy to be womanizers and drunkards… they didn’t realize how much they
were harming their children. That’s why my dad would cry with so much hurt
seeing how his sin had been inherited in them and in his daughter, damaging
God’s work.

43.  On the Seventh
Commandment
, regarding not stealing, I considered myself very honest. The
Lord showed me that while food was being wasted in my house, the rest of the
world was going hungry. He told me:

“I
was hungry and look what you did with what I gave you and how you would
squander it. I was cold and see how you became enslaved to fashion and
appearance, wasting lots of money in treatments to look thinner. In other
words, you made a god out of your body.”

He showed me I was guilty of the misery of my country
and that I did have to do with it. He showed me how every time I gossiped about
someone I stole his honor. It would have been easier to steal money from
someone, because at least I could have returned it, but not so a person’s reputation. I stole from my children the
grace of having a mother at home, tender and loving, and not the mother out in
the world leaving them with the TV, the computer, or the video games for baby
sitters. To clean my conscience, I would buy them brand-name clothes. It
horrified me even worse when I saw my mom questioning herself, even though she
was a saintly woman who loved and corrected us. So
I thought: “What about me? I haven’t given my children anything! How
frightening, what immense pain!”

44. I felt ashamed because in the Book of Life you get to
see everything like in a movie. And my children would say “let’s hope mom
doesn’t come home soon, hopefully there will be a traffic jam, because she’s
really annoying and is always complaining.” How sad it is for a three year old
boy and a slightly older girl to say that. I stole their mother from them; I
stole the peace I was supposed to give in my home. I didn’t teach them God
through me; I didn’t teach them to love their fellowman. It’s very simple: if I
don’t love my fellowman, I have nothing to do with the Lord. If I have no mercy, I have nothing to do
with the Lord.

45.  Because God is love and… well, I’ll tell you a little
bit about not bearing false witness. Or lie, because I was an expert at it.
Satan became my father, because you may have either God or Satan as father.

If God is love, but I hate, who is my father? Not hard
to answer. And if God speaks to me about forgiveness and about loving those who
hurt me but I would say that I would repay any offense, then who is my father?
And if He is the truth and Satan is the lies, who is my father? There are no
white lies or anything like that. They are all lies and Satan is their father.
My sins of the word were so terrible! I saw how much I had hurt with my tongue.
Whenever I gossiped, whenever I made fun, whenever I gave anyone a nickname,
how much did that person hurt. How much did that nickname hurt. I could give someone
with a weight problem an inferiority complex by just calling her fat. How much
evil I did, because words always end up as actions.

46. When they gave me the test on the ten commandments,
all my evils came from covetousness, that mad desire. I always thought I would
be happy if only I had lots of money, and
it became an obsession. How sad! The worst moment for my
soul was when I had the most money. I even thought of killing myself. With so
much money and alone, empty! Sour. Frustrated. That
greed for money was the path that led me astray and away from my Lord’s hand.

47. After my test on the Ten Commandments they showed me
the Book of Life. I wish I had words
to describe it. My book of life started
at conception
, when my parents’ cells united. Almost immediately there was
a spark, a beautiful explosion and a soul was formed, my soul, grabbed by the
hand by God my Father, such a beautiful God. So
marvelous! Looking for me 24 hours a day. What I saw as punishment
was nothing but His love because He didn’t look at my flesh but rather at my
soul and He would see how I was straying away from salvation.

Before I finish I have to give you an example of how
beautiful the Book of Life is. I was
very hypocritical. I would tell someone “you look beautiful in that dress, it
looks great on you” but inside of me I would think “what a disgusting outfit
and she thinks herself the queen!” In the Book
of Life
, it would show up exactly as I had thought about it, even though my
words also appeared, as well as the inside of my soul. All my lies were
uncovered for everyone to see. I would often play hooky on my mom because she
wouldn’t let me go anywhere. I would lie to her about going to the library with
some friends to work on a school project and my mom would believe me. And I
would head off to watch a pornographic movie or to a bar to drink beer with my
friends. But my mom saw my life, nothing
escaped her.

The Book of Life is very beautiful. My mom would pack
bananas, guava paste, and milk for my lunch because my parents were very poor
when I was little. I would eat the banana and would throw the peel anywhere. I
was never aware that someone could get hurt if I did that. And the Lord showed
me who it was who fell because of that banana peel and how I could have killed
that person due to my lack of mercy. The only time I did a good confession,
with sorrow and repentance, was when a woman gave me back too much change. She
gave me back 4,500 pesos more than she was supposed to at a grocery store in Bogota. My dad had taught
us to be honest and never to take anyone’s money. I noticed her mistake in the
car, heading to my office.

48.  “That stupid woman gave me back 4,500 pesos more than
she was supposed to and now I have to go back! There was a huge traffic jam so
I decided not to turn back. After all, why was she so stupid! But the hurt
remained because my dad had planted well the seed of honesty. I went to
confession on Sunday and I accused myself of stealing 4,500 pesos because I
didn’t give them back. I didn’t even pay attention
to the priest’s words. The devil couldn’t accuse me of having stolen. But
do you want to know what the Lord told me?

“You didn’t repay that lack of charity. That money was
pocket change for you, but to her, making the minimum wage, it was three day’s
worth of food.”

The saddest part was that he showed me how she
suffered and went hungry for a couple days. Because of me, her two little ones
hungered. That’s how the Lord shows these things. It shows how someone suffered
with something I did. The Lord asked me:

49. “What spiritual treasures do you bring?”

Spiritual treasures! And
my hands were empty! That’s when he told me:

“What was the point in your owning two condos, houses,
and office buildings? You thought yourself a successful professional. You
couldn’t even bring the dust off of one of those bricks here. What did you do
with the talents I gave you?”

“Talents?” I thought.

“You had a mission, the mission to defend the kingdom
of love, the Kingdom
of God.”

I had forgotten I had a soul so I could hardly
remember I had talents, that I was the merciful hands of God. Much less that
all the good I didn’t do hurt the Lord. Do you want to know what the Lord kept
on asking me? About lack of love and charity. That’s when He told me about my
spiritual death. I was alive, but dead. If you could have seen
what “spiritual death” is. It’s like a soul that hates. Like
a terribly sour and fastidious soul that injures everyone, full of sin. I could
see my soul on the outside, smelling well, with good clothes on, but my stench
on the inside, living deep in the abyss. No wonder I was so depressed and sour!
And he told me:

“Your spiritual death began when you stopped hurting
for your brothers! I was warning you by showing you their plight everywhere.
When you saw media coverage on murders, abductions, refugee situations, and
with your tongue you said, on the outside, ‘poor people, how sad’, but you
didn’t really hurt for them. You felt nothing in your heart. Sin made your
heart into a heart of stone.”

You can imagine my deep sorrow when my book closed. I
had deep sorrow with God my Father for having behaved like that because,
despite all my sins, despite all my filth and all my indifference and all my
horrible feelings, the Lord always, up until the last instant, searched for me.
He would always send me instruments, people, He would talk to me, He would yell
at me, He would take things away from me to seek me. He looked for me up until
the very end. God is always “begging” at
each one of us to convert.

50. I couldn’t accuse Him of condemning me! Of course not.
Out of my free will, I chose my father, and my father was not God. I chose
Satan, he was my father. When that book closed I noticed I was heading down
into a pit with a door at its bottom. And as I’m heading there, I started
calling out to all the saints so they would save me. You have no idea how many
saints I remembered, being such a bad Catholic. I thought I could ask for help
from Saint Isadora or Saint Francis of Assisi.
When I ran out of saints, the same silence remained. I
felt great emptiness and hurt.

I thought everyone back on earth was probably thinking
I had died a Saint, perhaps even waiting eagerly to ask for my intercession. And look! Where was I headed? I lifted my eyes and they
met the eyes of my mom. With intense pain I cried out to her “mommy, how
ashamed I am! I was condemned, mommy! Where I’m going I’ll never get to see you
again! At that moment, they granted her a beautiful grace. She was still but
her fingers moved and pointed upward. A couple of very painful scales fell from
my eyes, that spiritual blindness. I saw a beautiful moment, when one of my
patients told me:

“Doctor, you are very materialistic and some day
you’ll need this. When you find yourself in imminent danger, ask Jesus Christ
to cover you with His Blood, because He will never abandon you. He paid the
price of blood for you.”

With that immense shame and pain I started to cry:
“Jesus Christ, Lord, have compassion on me! Forgive me, Lord, give me a second
chance! And that was the most beautiful moment. I have no words to describe
that moment. He came and pulled me out of that pit. When He picked me up, all
those creatures threw themselves on the ground. He picked me up and he pulled
me onto that flat part and told me with all His love:

“You will go back, you will
have a second chance (…)”, but He told me it wasn’t because of my family’s
prayer.

“It’s normal for them to pray and cry out for you. It’s
because of the intercession of all those foreign to your body and blood who
have cried, have prayed, and have raised their heart with immense love for
you.”

I began to see many little lights lighting up, as
little flames of love. I saw the people who were praying for me. But there was
a big flame, it was the one that gave out the most light. It was the one that
gave out the most love. I tried to see who that person was. The Lord told me:

“That person you see right there loves you so much
that he doesn’t even know you.”

He showed me how this man had seen an old newspaper
clipping from the previous day. He was a poor peasant who lived in the
foothills of the “Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta”
(translator’s note: in northeastern Colombia). That poor man went into
town and bought some processed sugar cane. They wrapped it for him in an old
newspaper from the previous day. My picture was there, all burned. When that
man saw the news, without even reading it in full, he fell to the ground and
started crying with the deepest love. And he said,

“Father, Lord, have compassion on my little sister.
Lord, save her. Look, Lord, if you save my little sister, I promise you I will
go on pilgrimage to the Shrine of Our Lord in Buga (translator’s note: in
southwestern Colombia),
but please save her.”

Imagine a very poor man, he wasn’t complaining or
cursing because he was hungry, but instead he had this capacity to love that he
could offer to cross an entire country for someone he didn’t even know. And the
Lord told me:

51.  “That
is love for your fellowman”
(…) And then He told me: “You will go back, but you won’t repeat this 1000 times. You will
repeat it 1000 times 1000. And woe of those who don’t change their ways despite
having heard you, because they will be judged much more severely, just like you
will when you come back here again, even their anointed or their priests, or
any of them, because the worst deafness is that of a man who refuses to hear.”

And this, my brothers and sisters, is not a threat.
The Lord doesn’t need to threaten us. This is the second chance you have and
that, thanks be to God, I lived through what I did.  When each one of you gets his Book of Life opened in front of you,
when each one of you dies, you will see that moment just as I saw it. And we will see each other just as we are…
the only difference being we will see our thoughts in the presence of God,

and the most beautiful part, with the Lord in front of each one of us, once
again, “begging” us to convert and to become a new creation with Him, since we
cannot do it without Him.

May the Lord bless each one of you abundantly. All
glory be to our God! All glory be to our Lord Jesus Christ!

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Comments by Richard Salbato

1. What we have here is a
well-to-do Doctor of Dentistry in South America who was struck with lightening
and twice had her heart stop. This we know for sure and that in time she
survived and was miraculously cured.  Her bishop has given her permission
to tell her out of body, near death, experiences. Since I investigate claims of
miracles and apparitions, you would think this is important to me. However, as
far as I am concerned this can be a real out of body experience or just a dream
but it does not matter, since the moral lessons learned here are so
inspirational and perfectly matched to Catholic teaching that I cannot resisted
sharing this with everyone I can.  As for me, I believe it to be a true
near judgment and a second chance given because of the prayers of someone who
did not even know her.  

2.  Her nephew surely went
straight to Heaven because of his devotion to the Infant Jesus.

3.  Gloria had third degree
burns not only on the skin but throughout the body even to the bones with no
hope of living.

4.  Gloria’s nephew died
because of his love of the Infant Jesus but she was being killed because of
Birth Control, using an insert birth-control device against God’s laws. The
lightening went straight to this copper devise and through her body.

5.  Here Gloria is headed
for what everyone of us will face at death, the Judgment before Christ.  We
will not actually go to Heaven to face our judgment but we will go to the gates
of Heaven and if we end up in Hell we will know what we are missing because at
judgment we will have some taste of Heaven and its love.

6.  Now even before being
judged she is judging herself and seeing what was really important, her
children, who she neglected for success in the world.

7.  Without any time
passing she realized that her relatives, who had already died, were in fact in
Heaven and could pray for her, relate and see her live on earth. This is just
another proof that the Orthodox are wrong, who think no one goes to Heaven until
the end of the world.  It shows that Protestants are wrong, who think
saints in Heaven cannot pray for us. It also proves that she was wrong in
believing in Reincarnation.

8. At this moment she felt the
great joy of being a pure spirit because she could be all places at the same
time. She could hug her living daughter and even see her inner thoughts and at
the same time not leave her steady clime towards judgment. As she climbed she
was convicting herself because she saw things as they really are and not as she
perceived them on earth.

9. At this moment she was able
to look back at her body and those around it.  Her trip towards judgment
was stopped and she headed back to earth to come back to life.  Many people
have experienced this much of what we call near-death experiences including a
good friend of mine in France.  But some experience even more as you will
see.

10. Now her soul entered back
into her body from the head down and she started feeling all the pain that she
did not feel when dead and without her body and soul being united. 

11.  At this moment seeing
her body like a burned worm she realized that her real god was her vanity, even
using her body to tempt others to sin.  Now she saw how the body means
nothing and that only the soul, the inside, matters.

12  Now she came out of her
body again and saw the surgeons working on her body and she realized that she
cared more for her body than for her soul.  She remembered back when some
priest said that there was no Hell, and that was the moment she started loosing
her faith in the Church’s teachings and even accepting Evolution as a way to
replace God.

13  At this moment she
realized that she owed her soul to the demons and the were coming to claim it.
She wanted to go back into her body even to suffer but could not.

14 Now she descended to the
gates of Hell, where there is no love, hope or redemption.

15 She now saw the people in
Hell and why they were there and mostly young people.

16  Now in desperation she
tries to justify herself even claiming that she remained a Catholic even while
an atheist.

17  A light came making her
think that she might have hope of a second chance.

18  But in spite of her
mother and father’s prayers they could not save her. But Christ’s voice came and
asked her to prove that she was a Catholic because being a Catholic means
that you believe and act on God’s laws.

19  She tried to justify
her life but Christ said, “No!” because she had not kept any of God’s laws.

20  Christ showed her that
she only prayed for money and her own image in the eyes of humans.

21  She realized that her
god was money and image and she never even thanked God for what she had. 
She went to God only when she needed something but then never thanked God after.

22  She mixed her faith in
the Catholic Church with Satanic and heritical beliefs creating the heresy of
“Pluralism”.

23  He shows her that she
did not love God.

24  She sees clearly that
she did not love her fellow man.

25  Christ shows her that
she was not a good wife and mother.

26  She tried to claim that
at least one commandment she kept – she did not kill anyone but He will show
that this was one of her worst sins.

27 Now Christ shows her the most
important thing even in doing good – the motive.

28 She saw that even the good
she did was self-serving and not for the good of others.

29 Christ accused her of loving
money more than anything else.

30 In fact she did not even
leave anything but debt for her children.

31 Christ showed her that she
used God’s name to lie to her mother and to others. Second Commandment!

32 She even brought about the
lightening strike on her by lying to her mother.

33 Christ shows her how she
violated the Third Commandment

34 Part of the Third
Commandment
is honoring the sacraments and Christ showed her that because of
her justifying sin she did not make good confessions and went to Communion in
the state of sin.

35 She saw that she even
criticized priests and accused them of things she could not prove.

36 Christ reminded her that
priests represent (stand in the place of) Christ and when we damage their
reputation we damage the entire congregation. We are not talking here of priests
who in their own words and actions harm souls (as in the case of the one who
told her there is no Hell) because when words and actions cause the lose of
faith or morals we have an obligation to expose them. 
However, even in
the case of grave sin, when the action does not affect faith and morals of
others, we would be sinning to expose the sin of a priest or anyone else. 

37 Now Christ condemns her for
violation of the Forth Commandment, honor your Father and Mother.

38  Gloria was right in
confronting her father for being a womanizer but she over-compensated for this
by cleaning to the woman’s movement and instead of trying to help her father she
condemned him. Her mother endured this and her pain and prayers even saved her
husband.  A Vow of Marriage cannot be broken but there is never a vow to
stay under the same roof with a husband or wife if life or morals are at stake,
but this woman even endured this to save her husband and her seven children.

39 Instead of trying to help her
father see his sins, she over-compensated and promoted woman’s lib including
abortion,
cohabitation, and divorce. 

On the other hand, her mother’s love saved her father’ soul.

40  Christ then convicted her of the Fifth Commandment, you shall not
kill because she not only advocated abortion but she advised it to friends and
relatives and even paid for it. She promoted murder and paid for it.  Worse
than this, she justified it in her mind and therefore did not confess it. 
Had she confessed it God would have wiped it out of the Book of Life and even
the demons would not be able to remember it. Confessed sins no longer exist.

41 Now the Book of Life shows
her how a soul enters at the moment of conception and how the millions of
abortions gives greater and greater power to Satan and his demons over the
world. She could have escaped this condemnation but she justified her sins and
did not confess them.

42 Christ condemned her on the
Sixth Commandment, you shall not commit adultery, even though she never
did.  But what she did do was advocate it to others. But most of all the
way she dressed she caused others to sin by her immoral dress and tight clothes. 
She gave out the poison even if she, herself, did not take it.

43 Christ condemned her on the
Seventh Commandment, you shall not steal.  Mostly she was condemned
here because she damaged people reputation, she stole their honor.  But she
was also condemned for the use of her money for her own vanity and image and not
for the good of others.

44  Because she could now
see even what people were thinking, she saw that she even stole from her
children because she stole their mother.

45  She stole by gossiping,
stealing people’s reputation and stealing people’s self esteem.

46 And even the rest of the
commandments because she coveted everything.

47 Then she saw her entire live
from the moment of conception in the Book of Life like a movie.  Mostly she
saw the love of God that she rejected. She saw all that she did and even what
she thought and what others thought.  She saw what we cannot see on earth,
the results of each and every sin, even the smallest.

48  She saw how even though
she confessed taking 1500 pesos, because she did not pay it back it stood as
another accusation against her.  She saw the results of this and the pain
the person went though because she was just to busy to bring the money back. 
Confessed sins are gone but not if the confessed sin is not done properly.

49 Now Christ shows her the sins
of omission.  He showed her the talents he gave her and all the good she
did not do.  Souls that were lost because she did not use the gifts God
gave her to save them.

50 The lesson of the
Communion of Saints.
Christ now pulls her out of the pit and tells her that
she will have a second chance and will come back to life but not because of her
sorrow for her sins or even because of the prayers of her parents.  It is
because of one very poor man who prayed for her even though he did not know her.

51 Christ tells her to go back and tell this story millions of times. 
To save my own soul I am going to help her tell this story over and over. 
Let all listen to His warnings at the end of this story.  Let all go and
make a good confession and then live a right-oriented life with right motives.

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