Encounter With Jesus Christ: End of Time Warnings (Completed) by Regina Clarinda (best way to read an ebook .txt) 📕

They went all the way up to fall down.

Sadly, not one person realized the dangerous cliff at the top. They weren’t aware of it at all. It was because they were blind and only followed the path without knowing where it led them.

Then I saw something else. And it was frightening.

A sudden fire emerged from the chasm. It emerged whenever someone fell into the chasm. Fire snatched up and devoured them in a snap. They could no longer be seen.

I gazed down into the chasm and saw that the deep chasm, which looked more like an abyss, was filled with flaming fire. It was an ocean of fierce, blazing fire!

"AAARRGH... HELP ME ... I’M BURNING!"

Chilling screams were heard from the fire. It turned out people were still alive down there.

Cries and fearful howlings were unceasingly heard from within the ocean of fire. They wailed loudly as they were burnt alive. Yet for some reason they could not die.

It was heart wrenching. They were weeping and wailing endlessly. The fearsome noises and screams were so loud it echoed in all directions.

"PLEASE HELP US...WE’RE BURNING! HELP US PLEASE! GET US OUT OF HERE!” They cried out hysterically.

"Is it possible to get them out of there? They are in pain, My Lord!"

I turned to Jesus and begged Him to save them. I could do nothing to help them. The chasm was too deep and dangerous.

"My daughter, this is a place of punishment,” He said. "Those who go in there are the condemned that have been righteously judged according to Father’s law. It is no longer possible to save them. They have lost all of their chances."

My heart broke when I heard it. I grieved for them. I couldn’t imagine the horror of being burnt alive, forever. All who fell down there, abandoned all hope.

Screams and wailings from below echoed everywhere. This should have cautioned the people on the mountain. They should have looked out for possible danger.

However, they didn’t.

People were still falling off while the rest were still walking up to the cliff that would eventually deliver them to the ocean of fire. For some reason they could not hear the screams.

"They are not only blind," the Lord said, "they are deaf as well."

"Why are they all blind and deaf, My Lord?"

"It is because they chose it so. They chose to blind the eyes of their hearts toward Me, and close their ears to the truth that warns. They have blinded their eyes and deafened their ears on purpose.”

Now I knew why the loud wailings didn’t make them aware of the dangers. They were deaf.

As if a spell was cast on them, they kept walking up relentlessly - without knowing they were headed to the abyss of fire. In fact, more and more people flocked to the foot of the mountain to climb.

More and more people fell down into the chasm. Screams and wailings became louder and louder. Then it became so loud I had to cover my ears tightly.

I could not bear hearing it. It made me tremble. Those people were tormented and in agony.

There were hopelessness in every cry. I looked to Jesus and saw tears streaming down His face. I fell down on my knees and cried too.

Then Jesus placed His hand on my shoulder.

“My daughter,” He said in a firm voice, as He pointed to the mountain, “that is the picture of those who have blindeth and hardened their hearts against the Truth. They are headed towards everlasting fire yet they do not realize it because they endlessly gratify the cravings and desires of the flesh. Their own desires bring them down there.

“Everyone on that mountain is in the pursuit of worthless things and vanity that will only bring disaster for themselves. They compete to exalt themselves, but in the end they will be brought low and put to shame.

“They reject Me because of their pride. And their greed ruins everything. Greed does not only corrupt those who do not know Me, it has corrupted many chosen ones as well. Greed has led ​​many hearts turned away from Me and they became lost souls.”

He paused for a second and continued, “My daughter, the wheat field you reaped earlier symbolizes the lost souls in the world. So are the people on that mountain. They symbolize the same. After calamities and great tribulation, they shall go into a place of punishment. I cannot help them because the Law has been enforced. They will be judged beforehand; they are sentenced by what they have done in accordance with what is recorded in the books.

“I have offered grace, forgiveness, and salvation. He who believes in Me and does My Father’s will, shall have eternal life. I am the Way and the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.

“Today,” He said again, “the field is ready for harvesting but the laborers are few. Meanwhile darkness is at hand.

"My daughter, the earth is nearing its end. If the time has come, a lot of people will realize how futile all those worldly things they earned in toil are. Yet at that time it will be too late. The day will come unexpectedly and brings sudden disasters."

How terrifying that day would be.

Think about our unbelieving beloved ones, or our friends, as they could be amongst those people on that mountain right now!

That is the state of their spirits in the spiritual realm. They might be heading toward the cliff right now! This is really happening. This is real. They must be saved before it's too late!

"My Lord, why are the workers so few? Is it because a lot of Christians out there are not willing to reap?"

It was still a big question mark to me. I worked alone on one broad section of the field where no one was helping even though I had cried out for help. And Jesus had mentioned earlier, that in other equally broad sections, only 1-2 workers were found on each area as well. The ratio between the number of workers and the breadth of field was so out of balance.

"Come, My daughter. I will show you something else."

The Lord held my hand and took me away from there.

2. THE COFFIN

In an instant, we were already at another location. If Jesus wanted us to go somewhere, then we’d get there in the blink of an eye.

I found myself standing in front of a church building. The church was quite big, and could probably accommodate up to several hundred people.

"My daughter, let’s come inside."

I pushed the wooden door. Large and heavy it was, as well as lavish. A cross was carved in its upper center.

Before walking in, I looked up to the sky again and saw the sun almost gone.

The sun’s position looked exactly like the last time I saw it before I left the field. In less than 10 minutes it would be drowned completely.

Then I stepped into the church. The room was dark and quiet, not a sound was heard. There was no one here, it seemed.

Not one light turned on in this church. Luckily there was a little sunlight coming in through the windows, but the light was dim as the sun was about to set.

I waited for some time to give my eyes a chance to adapt to darkness. Then I continued my steps carefully.

Something odd here. This church didn’t have any seats. Not one seat found in here. There was no furniture, no decor, or anything else. It was empty.

Everything was covered in dust, as if the place had never been cleaned. Particularly the floors; the white marble tile looked dull and dirty. This place seemed to be neglected or abandoned for a long time.

It was odd that the outside of the church looked flawless. It looked fine and lavish while the inside had poor conditions.

"What happened to this church?” I asked the Lord. “Has it been abandoned for a long time? This church is empty and dirty.”

"No, My daughter,” He said, “it is not abandoned. Hear that."

I listened closely. Very faint music could be heard from the front. A few seconds later it became slightly clearer.

A somber, melancholic tune played slowly in a minor key.

I looked to the front and in the midst of darkness, I saw a stage about 30 yards from where I stood.

Music must have come from there. There must be more than one musician on stage since I heard the sound of piano, guitar, and drums. It surprised me knowing there were people playing music in the dark.

I walked toward the stage as I wanted to see who played it. The place was dark with only a little sunlight coming in through the windows; I had to step carefully not to stumble over anything.

"Lord, why is this church so dark? Why doesn’t anyone turn the lights on?" I wondered why the musicians didn’t bother to turn the lights on. They preferred playing in the dark instead.

Jesus did not say a word. He just kept walking right beside me.

I could scarcely see anything. Sunlight barely illuminated the front area particularly, near the stage. I wanted to turn the lights on but didn’t know where the switches were. It was difficult to find anything in darkness.

“Maybe there isn’t any light up there anymore,” I said to myself. This church hadn’t been maintained for a long time.

I looked up to see if the lights were still there but it was too dark to see anything.

Jesus understood my difficulty to see in the dark. He then touched my eyelids with His fingers.

"Now look around, My daughter," He said.

I looked around, and could see everything clearly. Although the situation was actually still dark.

This place had been completely neglected. Everything was dusty, litter was strewn everywhere and a foul odor filled the room. It made me wonder why this beautiful church was neglected in such a way. How filthy and squalid it was.

"My daughter," Jesus said, "you must write about everything you see in this church clearly and in details so My children can grasp the message within."

I nodded immediately. “As You wish my Lord.”

Jesus said this part was very important. He made me able to see in the dark, so I could recount all that I saw clearly in this book.

I kindly ask you to read the following with an open heart. And I pray that Parakletos, the Holy Spirit guides you to comprehend this truth.

Now that the stage had been clearly visible, I could see that it was quite big and broad.

Three male musicians were on stage, playing keyboard, guitar, and drums. All looked down and didn’t notice I was there.

From the look on their faces, I could tell these men were jaded. They played passionless, without the slightest enthusiasm. They were giving a half-hearted performance.

The drummer was beating the drums flaggingly, beat by beat so slow that after some time, he looked even more jaded.

Then he gave in and stopped playing. He just sat there with his head down.

The same depressing song still resonated throughout the room, this time without drum beats.

No one else was on stage besides these three. I didn’t see a worship leader, nor choir singing along to the music. The only ones on stage were the musicians that kept repeating the same sad song again and again. This heart wrenching tune could make anyone feel miserable.

I wasn’t familiar with the tune, had never heard it before. And never had I heard such sorrowful tune. It was too sorrowful and not suitable to be played in a church. It was like they were mourning the death of someone.

I wondered why they chose it. Overly grieving and depressing, like background music for a death scene in a theatrical play, or funerals.

Then I saw something else.

There was a group of men and women near the stage. They were merely a few meters from where I stood. These