To Hell and Back

I’m struggling to put my hair into a bun while walking into a drugstore to buy some mascara. After a few attempts, I give up and put my hair in a ponytail instead using the black scrunchie I have on my wrist. I manifest another scrunchie so I can tie the middle of the ponytail as well. I dislike when my hair is up but still flying all over the place. I pull a spray bottle out from my pocket to revive the curls at the end of my ponytail. I am satisfied with the look.

As I’m walking toward the mascara at the back of the store, I notice the walls are painted black and purple — a very ominous vibe. I think it’s an odd theme for a drugstore, but I don’t make much of it. A good friend of mine is nearby in the aisle looking for the perfect hair straightener. She is on a strong glow up kick. I quickly pick a mascara, any will do since I’ve used these brands before and they’re all good.

All of a sudden, everything on the wall and around me is levitating and starting to move around and be thrown about the store. I’m calmly looking around, not feeling any sort of discomfort. I’m startled when I notice the friend who was picking out a straightener screams. She is abruptly thrown across the store by this invisible force. I can’t see if she is ok, she disappears. I automatically start to pray, repeating Our Father and Hail Mary over and over again. I summon the protection of God to be by my side as I start to feel the sense of discomfort, but I feel strong because I know God is always with me.

Everything suddenly stops. An eerie silence fills the room.

I look across the store and see what looks like a receptionists desk — I didn’t remember that being there when I originally walked into the store. There are 2 men sitting behind the desk. The wall behind them is made of solid gold. Words are written on the wall, on some sort of huge plaque. I can’t quite make out what it says. All I can see is a large shadow of what looks to be a goat with horns consuming the whole wall behind the men sitting at the desk. The men are completely unaware of what is manifesting behind them. I rapidly repeat my Hail Mary and Our Father over and over again.

The solid gold wall begins melting from the middle and consumes the men.

They quickly perish.

I follow them to the underworld.

They don’t understand they’ve just died.

They seem to have made it to purgatory or even hell.

The men are holding boxes of their belongings, waiting on a long line to enter their fate. They are clueless about where they are and where they are headed.

I see a map and it zooms in on what looks to be rural town in New Mexico. They will be separated from each other, not knowing their fate of suffering. I don’t know who or how I know this as I continue to follow these men.

The line is long. Everyone is holding a small box of belongings. The walls are made of stone, looks to be a tunnel or a cave of some sorts. Its damp and cold. I didn’t expect it to feel like this. The men approach the next entrance as the line continues. Around the bend, another man waits, also holding his box of belongings, longing to see someone he recognizes. The man waiting around the bend recognizes one of the men I followed. Out of sheer relief the man waiting runs up to the man I’m following on the line, and shakes his hand, chatting a mile a minute. The man waiting introduces himself to the other main waiting online as well. They begin chatting, like they have been friends forever. They find relief with the thought of having a few minutes of familiarity, I wondered if they knew they would be separated to accept their fate.

As they approach the front of the line, the conversation wanes, and the anticipation of what’s to come grows.

And then I wake up ….