I floated away from the entrance to hell until I stood in the shadows.

There was a power like a suction to my back parts that pulled me back. That place just shook at the few words he spoke! And the creature took his hand off my arm. He did not speak in the English language: it was a foreign language. I donвЂ™t know whether it was God, Jesus, an angel or who. It sounded like a male voice, but I donвЂ™t know what he said. When he did, way above the blackness and the darkness a voice spoke. That creature, when I endeavored to slow down my descent, took me by the arm to escort me in. My gaze was riveted on the gates, yet I knew that a creature was there by my right side. I was conscious of the fact that some kind of creature met me at the bottom of that pit. I knew that once I entered through those gates, I could not come back. I was pulled toward hell just like a magnet pulls metal unto itself. Out in front of me, beyond the gates or the entrance into hell, I saw giant, great orange flames with a white crest. When I came to the bottom of the pit, I saw what caused the fingers of light to play on the wall of darkness. This happened to me more than sixty years ago, yet itвЂ™s just as real to me as if it had happened the week before last. The farther down I went, the darker it became вЂ“ and the hotter it became вЂ“ until finally, way down beneath me, I could see fingers of light playing on the wall of darkness. Darkness encompassed me round about вЂ“ darkness that is blacker than any night man has ever seen. I could look up and see the lights of the Earth. I began to descend down, down, into a pit, like youвЂ™d go down into a well, cavern or cave. I could see my family in the room, but I couldnвЂ™t contact them. I did not lose consciousness I leaped out of my body like a diver would leap off a diving board into a swimming pool. This numbness spread to my feet, my ankles, my knees, my hips, my stomach, my heart and I leaped out of my body. The following is an excerpt of his near-death experience as described in his book, I Believe in Visions, by Rev. Kenneth Hagin was the pastor of Rhema Bible Church and the Kenneth Hagin Ministries which publishes the Word of Faith Magazine. At the age of 15, Kenneth had a near-death experience resulting from a malformed heart вЂ“ a condition he was born with. But it came as a real shock to him when he found out that they werenвЂ™t. He even believed that Jesus and all his disciples were Southern Baptists. He was a believer and follower of Jesus Christ and he knew this assured him a place in heaven. In Christian circles, he was вЂњsavedвЂќ and on the path for heaven. As a child, he first made his commitment to Christ and was baptized with water. He was born and raised a Southern Baptist. Reverend Kenneth Hagin (1917-2003) thought that by the time he was nine he had done all that was necessary to get a place in heaven.

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