Praised be Jesus Christ and blessed be the Virgin Mary, Our Mother.
Description of Hell by Maria Valtorta. January 15th, 1944.
The men of this time no longer believe in the existence of Hell. They have devised a Hell
to their liking, very minimally frightening to their conscience,
in that they deserve multiple punishments.
Disciples more or less faithful to the Spirit of Evil, they know that their conscience
would stop some of their evils if they really believed in Hell, as faith teaches.
I have said that Purgatory is a fire of love; Hell is a fire of severity, discipline.
Hell is remorse, rage, condemnation, hatred,
hatred for Satan, hatred for men, hatred for oneself. The word "hate" covers this kingdom
without measure, roars in the flames, howls in the mocking laughter of the demons,
sobs and howls in the lamentations of the damned, rumbles, rumbles, rumbles like a bell that tolls,
rumbles like an eternal drum of death, fills all the recesses of this jail,
it is torment in itself because it renews with each one of its echoes
the memory of the lost Love forever, the remorse of having deliberately lost it,
the rage of never being able to recover it. You can't imagine what Hell is like.
Gather everything that torments man on earth: fire, flames,
frosts, submerging waters, hunger, sleep, thirst, injury, diseases, flames, death. Adding it all up
and multiplying it millions of times: you will only have a pale image of this terrible truth.
In the midst of these flames, the dead soul writhes and howls as if once again animated
by a movement of life. She wakes up to understand her mistake, dies and is reborn at every moment
with excruciating pain, because remorse kills her with blasphemy and that death makes her relive
a new torment. The crime of having betrayed God in time remains before the soul for eternity,
the error of having rejected God in time is eternally present, for its torment.
Fire responds to fire. In Paradise, it is the fire of perfect love;
in purgatory, it is the fire of purifying love; in Hell it is the fire of offended love.
The chosen ones loved to perfection, Love gives itself to them in all its perfection.
The souls in purgatory loved lukewarmly, Love becomes a flame that leads them to perfection.
The damned burned in all fires except God's, God's fire of anger burns them for eternity.
In the midst of that fire, there is also cold,
a cold that mixes with unsustainable heat. The damned burned in all human fires,
but they only had an icy spiritual life with the Lord, their God. Now the freezing cold awaits them
that will freeze them after the fire that will have salted them like fish on the grill.
To pass from the scorching heat to the freezing cold is a torment in the torment.
The third torment is darkness. A material and spiritual darkness. To live forever in darkness
after having seen the light of Paradise,
to live surrounded by darkness after having seen the Light of God!
Struggling in the black horror where only the reflection of the burning spirit is illuminated,
the name of the sin that has caused them to be immersed in horror.
To find no support in this rampage of souls that hate and harm each other,
but the despair that drives them crazy and makes them increasingly cursed.
Feeding off that despair, leaning on it, dying with it. Death will feed death. Despair
is death and will feed those dead for eternity. This horror causes horror to Me, who am God.
Praised be Jesus Christ and blessed be the Virgin Mary, Our Mother. Amen.