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The Saints Speak On Hell

'The strongest desire of a damned soul in hell is to die. (Men shall seek death and shall not find it. And they shall
desire to die: and death shall fly from them Apoc. 9,6). For knowing it can never appease God's anger, it desires
death as the only means of escape. But it will desire this in vain; the damned person will live as long as God will
live! Just as God forever preserves the saints in Heaven to delight them with new pleasures, so He will allow
forever the damned to live in hell, to always torment them with new sufferings.'
St. Anthony Mary Claret
'Poor Judas! Above seventeen hundred years have elapsed since he has been in Hell, and his Hell is still only
St. Alphonsus Maria de Liguori
'The Blessed Virgin, one's guardian angel, all the saints, love a man, however wicked, as long as he lives on
But once he is condemned by God, then God's friends agree in God's judgment and condemnation. For all
eternity they will not have a kind thought for this wretched soul. Rather they will be satisfied to see him in the
flames as a victim of God's justice. ("The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge" - Ps. 57:11.)
They will abhor him. A mother will look from paradise upon her own condemned son in hell without being moved,
as though she had never known him. ("Better for him had he never been born" - Mk. 14:21).'
St. Anthony Mary Claret
'Let us fancy we see hell, and imagine what is worst to behold - a horrible cavern full of black flames. Sulphur,
devils, dragons, fire, swords, arrows, and innumerable damned who roar in despair. Imagine the worst you can,
and then say, "All this is nothing compared to hell" . . . In that voracious subterranean cavern all the filth of the
world is collected and inclosed, without exhalation or air, which must produce a most foetid pestilence . . . The
sight is tormented by frightful devils; a holy religious saw at death two so monstrous and ugly devils, that he cried
out that rather than see them again he would walk till the day of judgment on fire of sulphur and melted metal.'
St. Ignatius of Loyola
'I looked up in terror and saw in the distance someone racing down the path at an uncontrollable speed. I kept
my eyes on him, trying to identify him, and as he got closer, I recognized him as one of my boys. His disheveled
hair was partly standing upright on his head and partly tossed back by the wind. His arms were outstretched as
though he were thrashing the water in an attempt to stay afloat. He wanted to stop, but could not. Tripping on the
protruding stones, he kept falling even faster. "Let's help him, let's stop him," I shouted, holding out my hands in a
vain effort to restrain him.
"Leave him alone," the guide replied.
"Don't you know how terrible God's vengeance is? Do you think you can restrain one who is fleeing from His just

Meanwhile the youth had turned his fiery gaze backward in an attempt to see if God's wrath were still pursuing
him. The next moment he fell tumbling to the bottom of the ravine and crashed against the bronze portal as
though he could find no better refuge in his flight.
"Why was he looking backward in terror?" I asked.
"Because God's wrath will pierce Hell's gates to reach and torment him even in the midst of fire!"'
St. John Bosco
Alas! I could not bear the sight of them. How could I, as the mere noise of these despairing yells caused me an
unbearable horror?'
St. Lydwine of Schiedam
'When I beheld that vision in which I saw the magnitude of the stain of even one least sin against God, I know
not why I did not die. I said: "I no longer marvel that hell is so horrible, since it was made for sin; for even hell (as
I have seen it) I do not believe to be really proportionate to the dreadfulness of sin; on the contrary, it seems to
me that even in hell God is very merciful, since I have beheld the terrible stain caused by but one venial sin. And
what, in comparison to that, would be a mortal sin? And then so many mortal sins?"'
St. Catherine of Genoa
'I saw the torments of hell and those of purgatory; no words can describe them. Had poor mortals the faintest
idea of them, they would suffer a thousand deaths rather than undergo the least of their torments during a single
St. Catherine of Siena
Let us not doubt that baptized babies who die in their infant years will enter into the heavenly Kingdom. We
should not, however, believe that all those infants who have begun to speak will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
For the entrance to the Kingdom of Heaven will be closed to many babies because of their parents' bad rearing.
In this city, there lives a certain man who is known to all; three years ago, this man had a son who, if I recall,
would then have been about five years old, for whom he had such human love that he did not even try to
discipline him.
For this reason, the boy, when someone prevented him from getting his way, used to blaspheme the
magnificence of God - and let me emphasize that this is something dangerous.
When, three years ago, a deadly plague fell upon the region where he lived, this young boy succumbed to it and
was near death. As eyewitnesses recounted, while the father took the child into his arms, the boy himself saw
evil spirits coming for him. The boy began to tremble, to blink his eyes in fear, and to cry out in despair to his
father: "Father, save me, protect me." Simultaneously, as he cried, he turned his face towards his father's chest,
as though wanting to be hidden.
When the father saw his son trembling, in agony he asked him what he had seen. The son answered: "Black
creatures came to me and wanted to take me away with them." No sooner had he finished this phrase, than he
immediately blasphemed the name of the Divine Magnificence and, with this blasphemy, expired.
Thus, God, the All-Powerful, in order to show by what sin the boy was given over to these evil servants, allowed
him to die with this sin which his father, while the boy was alive, did nothing to prevent. And this boy whom God

allowed, by His mercy, to live as a blasphemer, by His righteous judgment was also permitted to blaspheme at
his death, so that his careless father might know well his sin. For this father, being indifferent to the soul of his
young son, reared for the Gehenna of fire not an insignificant sinner, but a great sinner.'
Pope St. Gregory the Great
Therefore I also will deal with them in my wrath: my eye shall not spare them, neither will I shew mercy: and
when they shall cry to my ears with a loud voice, I will not hear them. '
Ezechiel 8:18
'But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and
idolaters, and all liars, they shall have their portion in the pool burning with fire and brimstone, which is the
second death.'
Apocalypse 21:8
'And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice: If any man shall adore the beast and his image, and
receive his character in his forehead, or in his hand; He also shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is
mingled with pure wine in the cup of his wrath, and shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the sight of the
holy angels, and in the sight of the Lamb.
And the smoke of their torments shall ascend up for ever and ever: neither have they rest day nor night, who
have adored the beast, and his image, and whoever receiveth the character of his name.'
Apocalypse 14:9-11
Saint Dominic Forces Demons to Proclaim the Power of Mary and the Rosary
When Saint Dominic, who spread the devotion of praying the rosary, was preaching the Rosary near Carcassone
an Albigensian was brought to him who was possessed by the devil.
Saint Dominic exorcised him in the presence of a great crowd of people; it appears that over twelve thousand
had come to hear him preach. The devils who were in possession of this wretched man were forced to answer
Saint Dominic's questions in spite of themselves. They said that: There were fifteen thousand of them in the body
of this poor man, because he had attacked the fifteen mysteries of the Rosary; They went on to testify that by
preaching the Rosary he put horror into the very depths of hell and that he was the man they hated most
throughout the whole world, because of the souls which he snatched from them through devotion to the Holy
They then revealed several other things. Saint Dominic put his rosary around the Albigensian's neck and asked
the devils to tell him who, of all the saints in heaven, was the one they feared the most, and who should therefore
be the most loved and revered by men.
At this they let out such unearthly screams that most of the people fell to the ground, faint from fear. Then, using
all their cunning, so as not to answer, the devils wept and wailed in such a pitiful way that many of the people
wept also, out of purely natural pity. The devils spoke through the mouth of the Albigenisian, pleading in a
heartrending voice: "Dominic, Dominic, have mercy on us - we promise you that we will never hurt you. You have
always had compassion for sinners and those in distress; have pity on us, for we are in grievous straits. We are
suffering so very much already, so why do you delight in heightening our pains? Can't you be satisfied with our
suffering without adding to it? Have pity on us! Have pity on us!" Saint Dominic was not one whit moved by the
pathos of these wretched spirits and told them that he would not let them alone until they had answered his
question. Then they said they would whisper the answer in such a way that only Saint Dominic would be able to
hear. The latter firmly insisted upon their answering clearly and out loud. Then the devils kept quiet and refused

to say another word, completely disregarding Saint Dominic's orders - so he knelt down and prayed thus to Our
Lady: "Oh, all powerful and wonderful Virgin Mary, I implore you by the power of the Most Holy Rosary, order
these enemies of the human race to answer me." No sooner had he made this prayer than a glowing flame
leaped out of the ears, nostrils and mouth of the Albigensian. Everyone shook with fear, but the fire did not hurt
anyone. Then the devils cried: "Dominic, we beseech you, by the passion of Jesus Christ and by the merits of
His Holy Mother and of all the saints, let us leave the body of this man without speaking - for the angels will
answer your question whenever you wish. After all, are we not liars? So why should you want to believe us?
Please don't torture us any more; have pity on us." "Woe unto you wretched spirits, who do not deserve to be
heard." Saint Dominic said, and kneeling down he prayed to Our Lady: "Oh most worthy Mother of Wisdom, I am
praying for the people assembled here who have already learned how to say the Angelic Salutation properly.
Please, I beg of you, force your enemies to proclaim the whole truth and nothing but the truth about this, here
and now, before the multitude." Saint Dominic had hardly finished this prayer when he saw the Blessed Virgin
near at hand, surrounded by a multitude of angels. She struck the possessed man with a golden rod that she
held and said: "Answer my servant Dominic at once." (Remember, the people neither saw nor heard Our Lady,
but only Saint Dominic.) "Then listen well you Christians; the Mother of Jesus Christ is all powerful and she can
save her servants from falling into hell. She is the Sun which destroys the darkness of our wiles and subtlety. It is
she who uncovers our hidden plots, breaks our snares and makes our temptations useless and ineffectual. "We
have to say, however reluctantly, that not a single soul who has really persevered in her service has ever been
damned with us; one single sigh that she offers to the Blessed Trinity is worth far more than all the prayers,
desires and aspirations of all the saints. "We fear her more than all the other saints in heaven together and we
have no success with her faithful servants. Many Christians who call upon her when they are at the hour of death
and who really ought to be damned according to our ordinary standards are saved by her intercession."Oh if only
that Mary (it is thus in their fury that they called her) had not pitted her strength against ours and had not upset
our plans, we should have conquered the Church and should have destroyed it long before this; and we would
have seen to it that all the Orders in the Church fell into error and disorder. "Now that we are forced to speak we
must also tell you this: nobody who perseveres in saying the Rosary will be damned, because she obtains for her
servants the grace of true contrition for their sins and by means of this they obtain God's forgiveness and mercy."
Then Saint Dominic had them all say the Rosary very slowly and with great devotion, and a wonderful thing
happened: at each Hail Mary that he and the people said together a large group of devils issued forth from the
wretched man's body under the guise of red-hot coals. When the devils had all been expelled and the heretic
was at last entirely free of them, Our Lady (who was still invisible gave her blessing to the assembled company,
and they were filled with joy because of this.
A large number of heretics were converted because of this miracle and joined the Confraternity of the Most Holy
Cry of a Lost Soul
This unusual narrative recounts the revelations of a lost soul to a former acquaintance. It is a powerful record of
the steps which led a young woman to lose her soul in Hell for all eternity.
Although it has several times been printed with imprimatur, this in itself does not guarantee the authenticity of the
An imprimatur merely indicates that the subject matter is free from error in faith and morals.
Is it true?
Obviously, it cannot be "guaranteed" because the only evidence is that of the girl herself.
It certainly may be true and its instructional qualities would pertain even if the story itself were not true.

In the July apparition at Fatima a vision of a Hell of fire was given to the three little children, and significantly, its
existence was confirmed by the great public miracle on October 13th.
Yet Hell is little spoken of in the pulpits. Because of this, the special intervention of Heaven, may, as at Fatima,
be necessary to restore this sobering doctrine to its important place in Christian dogma.
It is well to remember that the Hell spoken of here is the Hell which has a significant place in Catholic doctrine,
the Hell described vividly by Christ Himself, the Hell seen in all its livid horror by the children at Fatima on July
13th, 1917.
The names of persons and places are omitted because of the nature of the Article.
Clara and Annette, both single Catholics in their early twenties, worked adjacent to each other as employees of a
commercial firm in Germany. Although they were never very close friends, they shared a courteous mutual
regard which led to an exchange of ideas and, eventually, of confidences. Clara professed herself openly
religious, and felt it her duty to instruct and admonish Annette when the latter appeared excessively casual or
superficial in religious matters.
In due course, Annette married and left the firm. The year was 1937. Clara spent the autumn of that year on
holiday at Lake Garda. About the middle of September she received a letter from her mother. "Annette . . . is
dead. She was the victim of an auto accident and was buried yesterday at Wald-Friedhof."
Clara was frightened since she knew her friend was not very religious. Was she prepared to appear before God?
Dying suddenly, what had happened to her?
The next day she attended Mass, received Holy Communion, and prayed fervently for her friend. The following
night, at ten minutes after midnight, the vision took place. . .
"Clara, do not pray for me! I am in hell. If I tell you this and speak at length about it, do not think it is because of
our friendship. We here do not love anyone. I do this as under constraint. In truth, I should like to see you to
come to this state where I must remain forever."
"Perhaps that angers you, but here we all think that way. Our wills are hardened in evil - in what you call evil.
Even when we do something 'good', as I do now, opening your eyes about hell, it is not because of a good
"Do you still remember our first meeting four years ago at. . .? You were then 23 and had been there already half
a year. Because I was a beginner, you gave me some helpful advice. Then I praised your love of your neighbor.
Ridiculous! Your help was mere coquetry. Here we do not acknowledge any good - in anybody."
"Do you remember what I told you about my youth? Now I am painfully compelled to fill in some of the gaps."
"According to the plan of my parents, I should not have existed. A misfortune brought about my conception. My
two sisters were 14 and 15 when I was born."
"Would that I had never existed! Would that I could now annihilate myself! Escape these tortures! No pleasure
would equal that with which I would abandon my existence, as a garment of ashes which is lost in nothingness.
But I must continue to exist as I chose to make myself - as a ruined person."

"When father and mother, still young, left the country for the city, they had lost touch with the Church and were
keeping company with irreligious people. They had met at a dance, and after a year and a half of companionship
they 'had' to get married."
"As a result of the nuptial ceremony, so much holy water remained on them that my mother attended Sunday
Mass a couple of times a year. But she never taught me to pray. Instead, she was completely taken up with the
daily cares of life, although our situation was not bad."
"I refer to prayer, Mass, religious instruction, holy water, church with a very strong repugnance. I hate all that, as I
hate those who go to church, and in general every human being and everything."
"From a great many things do we receive torture. Every knowledge received at the hour of death, every
remembrance of things lived or known is for us, a piercing flame. In each remembrance, good and bad, we see
the way in which was present - the grace we despised or ignored. What a torture is this! We do not eat, we do
not sleep, we do not walk. Chained, with howling and gnashing of teeth, we look appalled at our ruined life,
hating and suffering. Do you hear? We here drink hatred like water. Above all we hate God. With reluctance do I
force myself to make you understand."
"The blessed in heaven must love God because they see Him without veil, in all His dazzling beauty. That makes
their bliss indescribable. We know this and the knowledge makes us furious. Men on earth, who know God from
nature and from revelation, can love Him, but they are not compelled to do so. The believer - I say this with
gnashing of teeth - who contemplates Christ on the cross, with arms extended, will end by loving Him."
"But he whom God approaches only in the final storm, as punisher, as just avenger, because he was rejected by
Him, such a person cannot but hate Him with all the strength of his wicked will. We died with willful resolve to be
separated from God. Do you now understand why hell lasts forever! It is because our wills were fixed for eternity
at the moment of death. We had made our final choice. Our obstinacy will never leave us. Under compulsion, I
must add that God is merciful even towards us. I affirm many things against my will and must choke the torrent of
abuses I should like to vomit out."
"God was merciful to us by not allowing our wicked wills to exhaust themselves on earth, as we should have
been prepared to do. This would have increased our faults and our pains. He caused us to die before our time,
as in my case, or had other mitigating circumstances intervene. Now He shows Himself merciful towards us by
not compelling a closer approach than that afforded in this remote inferno. Every step bringing us closer to God
would cause us a greater pain than that which a step closer to a burning furnace would cause you."
"You were scared when once, during a walk, I told you that my father, a few days before my first Communion,
had told me: 'My little Annette, the main thing is your beautiful white dress, all the rest is just make-believe.'
Because of your concern, I was almost ashamed. Now I sneer at it."
"The important thing is that we were not allowed to receive Communion until the age of 12. By then I was already
absorbed in worldly amusements and found it easy to set aside, without scruple, the things of religion. Thus, I
attached no great importance to my first Communion. We are furious that many children go to Communion at the
age of seven. We do all we can to make people believe that children have insufficient knowledge at that age.
They must first commit some mortal sins. Then the white Particle will not do so much damage to our cause as
when faith, hope, and charity - oh, these things! - received in Baptism, are still alive in their hearts."
"Marta K - and you induced me to enter "The Association of the Young Ladies." The games were amusing. As
you know, I immediately took a directive part. I liked it. I also like the picnics. I even let myself be induced to go to
confession and communion sometimes."

"Once you warned me, 'Anne, if you do not pray, you go to perdition.' I used to pray very little indeed, and even
this unwillingly. You were then only too right. All those who burn in hell did not pray or did not pray enough."
"Prayer is the first step towards God. And it is the decisive step. Especially prayer to her who is the Mother of
Christ, whose name we never pronounce. Devotion to her rescues from the devil numberless souls whom sin
would infallibly give to him."
"I continue my story, consumed with rage and only because I have to. To pray is the easiest thing man can do on
earth. And God has tied up the salvation of each one exactly to this very easy thing."
"To him who prays with perseverance little by little God gives so much light, so much strength, that even the most
debased sinner will at the end come back to salvation. During the last years of my life I did not pray any more, so
I lacked those graces without which nobody can be saved. Here we no longer receive graces. Moreover, should
we receive them we would cynically refuse them. All the fluctuations of earthly existence have ceased in the
other life. For years I was living far away from God. For, in the last call of grace I decided against God."
"I never believed in the influence of the devil. And now I affirm that he has strong influence on the persons who
are in the condition in which I was then. Only many prayers, others and mine own, united with sacrifices and
penances, could have snatched me from his grip. And even this only little by little. If there are only few externally
obsessed, there are very many internally possessed. The devil cannot steal the free will from those who give
themselves to his influence. But in punishment of their, so to speak, methodical apostasy from God, He allows
the devil to nest in them."
"I hate the devil too. And yet I am pleased about him, because he tries to ruin all of you; he and his satellites, the
fallen with him at the beginning of time. There are millions of them. They roam around the earth, as thick as a
swarm of flies, and you do not even notice it. It is not reserved to us damned to tempt you; but to the fallen
spirits. In truth every time they drag down here to hell a human soul their own torture is increased. But what does
one not do for hatred?"
"Deep down I was rebelling against God. You did not understand it; you thought me still a Catholic. I wanted, in
fact, to be called one; I even used to pay my ecclesiastical dues. Maybe your answers were right sometimes. On
me they made no impression, since you must not be right. Because of these counterfeited relationships between
the two of us, our separation on the occasion of my marriage was of no consequence to me. Before the wedding
I went to confession and communion once more. It was a precept. My husband and I thought alike on this point.
Why not comply with this formality? So we complied with this, as with the other formalities."
"Our married life, in general, was spent in great harmony. We were of the same idea in everything. In this too,
that we did not want the burden of children. In truth, my husband would have like to have one; no more, of
course. In the end I succeeded in dissuading him even from this desire. Dresses, luxurious furniture, places of
entertainment, picnics and trips by car and similar things were more important for me... It was a year of pleasure
on earth, the one that passed from my marriage to my sudden death. Internally, of course, I was never happy,
although externally at ease. There was always something indeterminate inside that gnawed at me."
"Unexpectedly I had an inheritance from my Aunt, Lotte. My husband succeeded in increasing his wages to a
considerable figure. And so I was able to furnish our new home in an attractive way. Religion did not show its
light but from afar off, pale, feeble and uncertain."
"I used to give free vent to my ill humor about some mediaeval representations of hell in cemeteries or
elsewhere, in which the devil is roasting souls in red burning coals, while his companions with long tails drag
new victims to him. Clara! One can be mistaken in depicting hell, but never can one exaggerate."

"I tell you: the fire of which the Bible speaks, does not mean the torment of the conscience. Fire is fire! What He
said: 'Away from Me, you accursed one, into eternal fire', is to be understood literally. Literally! How can the spirit
be touched by material fire, you will ask. How can your soul suffer on earth when you put your finger on the
flame? In fact the soul does not burn; and yet what torture all the individual feels!"
"Our greatest torture consists in the certain knowledge that we shall never see God. How can this torture us so
much, since on earth we are so indifferent? As long as the knife lies on the table, it leaves you cold. You see how
keen it is, but you do not feel it. Plunge the knife into the flesh and you will start screaming for pain. Now we feel
the loss of God. The lost Catholics suffer more than those of other religions, because they, mostly, received and
despised more graces and more light. He who knew more suffers more cruelly than he who knew less. He who
sinned out of malice suffers more keenly than he who sinned out of weakness. But nobody suffers more than he
deserves. Oh, if that were not true, I should have a motive to hate!"
"My death happened this way . . ."
"A week ago - I am speaking according to your reckoning, because according to pain, I could very well say that it
is already ten years that I am burning in hell - a week ago, then, my husband and I, on a Sunday went on a
picnic, the last one for me. The day was glorious. I felt very well. A sinister sense of pleasure that was with me all
the day long, invaded me. When lo, suddenly, during the return, my husband was dazzled by a car that was
coming full speed. He lost control."
"Jesus, used frequently by some people of German language - escaped from my lips with a shivering. Not as a
prayer, but as a shout. A lacerating pain took hold of the whole of me. (In comparison with the present only a
trifle). Then I lost consciousness. Strange! That morning this thought had come to me in an inexplicable way:
'You could go to Mass once more', It seemed like the last call of Love."
"Clear and resolute, my 'NO' cut off that train of thought. You will know already what happened after my death.
The lot of my husband and that of my mother, what happened to my corpse and the proceedings of my funeral
are known to me through some natural knowledge we have here. What happens on earth we know only
obscurely. But we know what touches us closely. I see also where you are living."
"I myself awoke from the darkness suddenly, in the instant of my passing. I saw myself as flooded by a dazzling
light. It was in the same place where my dead body was lying. It was like a theater, when suddenly the lights in
the hall are put out, the curtains are rent aside and an unexpected scene, horrible illuminated, appears. The
scene of my life."
"My soul showed herself to me as in a mirror; all the graces despised from my youth until my last NO to God. I
felt myself like an assassin, to whom his dead victim is shown during his trial at court - Should I repent? Never! Should I feel ashamed? Never!"
"However, I could not even stand before the eyes of God, rejected by me. There was only one thing for me: flight!
As Cain fled from the dead body of Abel, so my soul rushed from the sight of horror."
"This was the particular judgment: the invisible Judge said: 'Away from Me'. Then my soul, as a yellow brimstone
shadow, fell headlong into the place of eternal torture."