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Two Unforgiving Men
Segment One
In a dream Oct.23,2007 I witnessed two men meet on a street divider and two shots rang out as one.
They are both dead leaving many unanswered questions.
You can write a story about it is the impression I get. I am so terrified my heart is racing and strongly
horrified. The Holy Bible reads in Ecclesiastes 8:8 There is no man that has power over the spirit to
retain the spirit, neither has he power in the day of death; and there is no discharge in that war; neither
shall wickedness deliver those that are given to it.
These two men find themselves unable to kill one another truly. They had thought death was the end
but found that they simply popped out of their old bodies and were still fully aware. Two worlds were
now before their eyes, mine and their new one.
Scrambling for the guns that they had used to disengage their old life from the new one they discovered
that their hands went through anything from their old existence. The people that gathered only gazed at
their old dead bodies and were totally unaware of their souls' presence.
Suddenly a bunch of people showed up from the new existence and started prodding them and calling
their names. They were mean men and women and were also unseen by the present world.
Unable to get away from the new ones they were pushed and pulled, pinched and kicked, hit and
scratched into submission. They were taken out of the past living and out into the country down into a
dark shaft in the ground.
Deeper and deeper they were dragged into darkness, dampness and heat. Death was no longer a
concern but this new existence was inescapable. The place of the wicked dead, they were told was a
culmination of every evil thing and deed.
They would have all of eternity to experience every horror and to know every form of torture. No food,
no drink, no family, no clothing, no light with no escape.
Regret encompassed their thoughts. If only filled their minds. Unknown future clamped down on their
hearts like a secure vice. The realization that they were in hell and it could only get worse ripped them
apart and held them in a depressed state.
They could only wish now to be mentally gone, to not remember the good times on earth and the
teachings of Heaven. But the truth haunted them constantly and all hope was gone of ever seeing
anything good again.
The torture continues. Time is no more. There is no schedule, no end to pain and suffering and the next
unknown happening. No seeing anymore, groping around in the darkness, always trying to find their
way out but only encountering strange creatures and insects that bite and chew on them and scream
Other souls there were experiencing the same ordeal and taunting voice reminded them of their future
full of starvation, thirst, horrific odors and sounds. "This is your eternity" is yelled out and "this was