This unpleasant incident was left to be one of the last Gates for the particular reason that it is a
heavy experience to follow. So, bear with me as we travel to hell. If you have noticed throughout
these gates not a single experience has occurred without Jeshua Ha’ Mashiach. It is only through
him that you can access the Father. Since you are obviously mature believers you are ready to learn
the next key to the kingdom of why, other than the obvious reasons, we have to be in Jeshua Ha’
Mashiach.

In the past I went into Jeshua, especially during my praise and worship times on Earth. However, this
time there was a sense of urgency in his thoughts when he told me to go inside of him. I felt as if I
was climbing into an oversized wetsuit. Later I would realize that he was doing this for my
protection.

I didn’t know where we were going but we were flying and when we stopped it looked like the end
of the Earth. And then we just fell off the side of the Earth. I don’t even go on roller coasters, so this
was not an enjoyable experience for me. Little did I know this would be the most pleasant part of
our entire trip. We kept falling through the deep darkness, through all the layers of the Earth and
then into a lifeless abyss of what could only be termed hell. 

When we landed, I sensed that there were beings there, but they couldn’t tolerate Jeshua’s light
and scurried away. We continued forward to what looked like the exact replica of Father’s castle
spoken about in Gate 1. The only difference here is that this castle was opulent with splashes of
ostentatiousness. As I was half admiring it, the castle image began to glitch, it was a holograph.
When it glitched I would catch a glimpse of the filthy horror castle it really was.

Jeshua moved us forward, down into more blackness. I had never “seen” blackness like that with
not an ounce of light. Even Jeshua’s light seemed to be shining backward. It was stifling. We had
obviously arrived at our destination because Jeshua pushed me forward to a table filled with
different-sized dusty trophies. I knew instinctively which one was mine, it was the size of an egg
holder and was silver. I quickly picked it up, noticed the brown watermarks it had left on the table,
and hurried back to my Savior anxious to end this expedition.

As I was heading back to Jeshua, I saw the most stunning angelic being. He was elusive,
seductive, and enticing with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. I had battled the spirit of lust in
my 30s and was so grateful that I was no longer operating under a Jezebel spirit. If I had, I am sure
the results would have been quite tragic. Those few seconds entertaining his presence made me feel
like an adulterous wife. I looked back to my lover and all I saw were demons clawing at his back. It
felt like the cross all over again. I rushed to my patient Lord, his back full of whip lashings and
piercings as he stood there faithfully waiting for me.

I jumped straight back into him, and we disappeared. What happened to my trophy next was
quite miraculous and you can learn about it if you click here. But for now, I implore you to take back
what the enemy has stolen from you spiritually, emotionally, and physically. My trophy was small,
but it was still an inheritance that was being used to serve the father of lies. You have the Utmost
Advocate that will suffer the death of the cross again for you to live in freedom. Take this time, seek
out your inheritance and claim it for the Kingdom! Humanity is waiting for you to be able to use
those gifts for his Kingdom here on Earth!