5/24/08   This was something I’ve been wanting to tell for quite some time now. About 20 years plus running. It’s not something that comes up in casual conversation. My experience has been that most people either don’t care or don’t want to hear about it. It’s too “disturbing”. But for me it’s time to dust off the cob webs & get this knowledge off my chest (i.e. go public) especially in this day and age of “spirituality”. The time is right..                                                                                     By the way spirituality conflicts with a person being so called religious. The usual line you hear is “I’m not religious but I am spiritual”. Interesting. So what you are saying is in some form or fashion you believe in spirits by virtue of your spirituality”. At this point an impasse is usually encountered with that person denying this inherent paradox and they give some sort of pretext for their belief which by default and definition is considered a “religion”. Go figure.   The point being that yes, whether they acknowledge it or not there is another world out there that indeed they can tap into & harness those “energies”. Those energies unfortunately, to these proselytes are spiritual beings (familiar spirits) that will ultimately lead them to spiritual death. I know. I been there and done that. Literally. I also was plugged in to the wrong spiritual current.   This is something that you know, that you know, that you know. No one can ever take it away from you. It’s hard to put into words but it’s like it was branded into your collective conscience for all eternity. You know it so much that to say otherwise would be an egregious lie.   This knowledge happened to me over two decades ago when I was still in the Marine Corps and was stationed in San Diego and lived out in town in an apartment. I considered myself a Christian going to church (I won’t say what denomination in your usual 501c3 corporation) but I can tell you without hesitation I was on the wrong road going in the wrong direction (spiritually)…   It was a weekend. I wasn’t feeling very good that day. I remember it was in the afternoon and I was just feeling really weird so I went to my bedroom and lied down on my bed and then it happened.   All of a sudden I was in an empty room with no windows. Just incredibly high walls and no doors. The first thing I knew that hit me like a reality sledgehammer was my life was “over”. (Right now it is impossible to try & explain the rest because words in this context are like broken down rusty pieces of twisted auto parts that have no intrinsic value in the pursuit of coherent cogent language).   The word hopeless or hopelessness took on an aspect akin to the agony of terror magnified a trillion times like a starving lion gnawing on a meatless bone. I wish I could explain how terrible it was only to say it was a different emotion like seeing a different color for the very first time only to realize the abject horror of it all. I was in hell. I knew I was in hell. I DESERVED to be in hell.    The absolute second thing that I knew – God does not exist in hell. People MUST understand that even though they don’t profess God, or they’re “spiritual” or they take Him out of the schools, the courts, their kitchens or Hollywood, it DOESN’T matter. God is a spirit too. A thousand percent more viable than we realize. So even if we don’t want to talk about God it doesn’t mean He doesn’t exist. We can be “politically correct” all day long talking about business, sports, or the kids. God is still there.   Even if a person says that God doesn’t exist; they have no clue what they are saying. I learned in hell in a nanosecond that in this battle scarred wasteland that we call earth, that everything good comes from God so even though a person denies God; they still enjoy or benefit from the “shadow” or “footprint” of His presence. How ironic.   In hell His presence is removed hence the horror of KNOWING you are completely removed from any vestige or tangible spiritual trace of Him and this is ultimately why people who deny His presence are fools and hypocrites. This I know now. And by the way once you are spiritually dead and in hell you can’t turn back by your own free will or device. I didn’t become a bug, or 5th century king of Nottingham or even a monk in Tibet. NO REINCARNATION. I was not re-in-carnated. REINCARNATION IS A BLATANT LIE.   Hell is a complete vacuum. I “would have” desired pain. Pain would have been better. The horror of hell is to be separated from God. The third thing I instantly knew was there is no law or order in hell. Everything is abject chaos, anarchy, and craziness. It is terror magnified a trillion times a trillion. Something so horrible that you completely lose your mind (not too mention your soul). Unfortunately, you are still alive albeit in a different dimension.   There is nothing but complete darkness in hell. I immediately found this out after I left the room. There are people in hell. They are more like “things” of unimaginable grotesqueness. Because of the complete darkness, you can only sense their presence something like the negative of a photo. In the spirit realm of hell which is a REAL PLACE; these things become hideous and repulsive beyond what your mind can comprehend. Hollywood which has an unfathomable lust to shove down our throats in a sly abstract way all the merits of illicit sex, violence, evil, and immorality, play DIRECTLY into the realm of hell (and you thought you were just having a good time).   It doesn’t matter how much money, power, physical prowess, title, rank, position, or MBA’s, or PhD’s that you have; you or they mean absolutely nothing in hell. You would gladly give them all away in a split second to be away from hell. It’s like being on a roller-coaster cacophony of pure crystalline horror on a never ending slide projector view into the ever deepening decent into the “abyss”. And before you even start to think or say that Scott, all you had was a bad dream etc, etc, etc.. I will tell you no, no, no, I was there because I DESERVED to be there.     Let me tell you why: I was living only for myself, I didn’t care about anything or anybody else, and I was willing and able to maneuver my ambitions in order to get my way. I had become my own “god”.   Now do you finally understand I deserved to be in hell? Any of you out there who sound like who I was? Let me tell you the absolute truth – if Hitler (as diabolical as he was) were alive today – I would not wish hell on him. The agony is UNBELIEVABLE. And before you say it – God does NOT willingly send anyone to hell. It is a CHOICE we individually make ourselves strictly by default. One way or the other.   People DO NOT understand how HORROR-able hell is. Because “if” they did; they would pray for every single person who ever lived that they would never experience it.              So here I was, no God, beyond hope, spiritual pain beyond belief, agony without end, and terrified horror magnified past explanation, and all of a sudden while on this roller-coaster of personified fear; OUT OF NOWHERE, OUT OF NOWHERE – I yell out “JESUS”. It was not because I had time to think, rationalize, or form a plan. There is no logic in hell. It was a “GIFT” that was given me. I was a miserable, reprobate, sick, nasty sinner that when I yelled out the name Jesus – I heard a “pop” and I was immediately back in my surroundings in my bed in a pool of sweat. I can tell you this – all those things or people or whatever they were – absolutely do NOT like that Name – the Name of Jesus. The demons in hell FEAR that Name. Jesus Christ is REAL. His name is REAL. His Salvation is REAL. His power is REAL. Did I deserve to be saved? No way. Absolutely not. No way shape or form. But I can tell you this – #1: the demons in hell fear that Name, and #2: “WHOSOEVER SHALL CALL UPON THE NAME OF THE LORD SHALL BE SAVED”.  I was there. I know what happened. I know that I know that I know…   And I know who the Savior of mankind is. His Name is Jesus Christ. And yes, Jesus Christ IS God. Don’t reject Jesus Christ. Don’t reject God. Don’t let anybody lie to you about this. Why did Jesus save me? I don’t know. I can sure tell you I didn’t deserve it. Maybe it was because more than 20 years later that on this day of May 24, 2008; I would sit down & write this letter. Maybe it was because just one person out there would read this letter from me and not do what I did or follow the same road that I followed. Then maybe just maybe my whole miserable stinking life will have meant something.    If you haven’t noticed by now – I’m not afraid of telling people about Jesus Christ. If you sent this letter (email) to everyone in the world I would appreciate it. I thank Jesus Christ every day for saving me. I was dead and Jesus saved me. I’m sure the next time I die; he’ll take me to his home. His kingdom. “To live is Christ, and to die is gain” “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord".     My name is Scott Sepanek and I’m not ashamed of being labeled a Christian. 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