Huck Davis' Testimony

My name is Haki. I am of Maori and Jewish descent. I was not bought up in the Jewish religion, I was bought up in the Christian faith.

My conversion.

It was at a Christian camp that I received Jesus as my saviour. The preacher that night was a young man in charge of the children’s church.

At the end of his message, he gave the call for the children to come forward for salvation, and faith in Christ. I stood to my feet and went to the front. He said...do you love Jesus...I said yes. He said do you want to receive him as your Saviour, I said yes. He said ok son, lets pray. I remember thinking while he was praying...(the preacher was holding my hand at the time) “this feel’s like an angels holding my hand, this must be Jesus” .

Since that day, I’ve held to the conviction that I was going to go to heaven when I died. I’ve always looked back on that day as a very special time for me.

Wellington

At the age of 11 we moved from my hometown of Moerewa to the capital city of New Zealand Wellington. In our 3rd year there my older sister was killed in a car accident, so my parents decided to move back North to be closer to where she was buried. When we shifted from Wellington to Papakura I became part of a large network of teenagers.

Gillies ave

After gaining school certificate English, and human biology I moved away from home in 1982, and boarded at Gillies Avenue Boys Hostel in New Market, run by The United Maori Mission. I did butchering with the Meat retailing school at Manukau Technical Institute, along with about 25 other young men living at the hostel. There were about 55 boys living there at the time.

The mongrel mob

I left the hostel in 1983 and moved back to Papakura, and made contact with my old friends again. We were all of the same mind. Mongrel mob. The mongrel mob was a gang, known for it’s violence, intimidation, drinking, crime and drugs. I had several confrontational fist fights, including a confrontation with a large group of gang members from out of town, in a local park, and a fist fight with a gang member whose girlfriend I beat up the previous day. Fist fight’s were nothing new too me.

The 2x closest friends I was living with at that time, along with about 7 other friends eventually went on to gang membership with the New Zealand mongrel mob. By then I had moved out on my own and was living on Hobson street in Central city Auckland.

Strangely enough I ended up in a psychiatric ward and found myself talking to a shrink. I was diagnosed a paranoid schizophrenic. However I am now 100% healed and no longer require medication or the services of a shrink.

Clive

I left Auckland in 1984 and went to live with some family in Clive, a small town between Hastings & Napier. Raymond and Lena Ataera (dads sister, and brother in-law) had been Christians for as far back as I can remember. They were part of a small Christian fellowship in the Open Brethren church called “Te Marama” (meaning the Light). It was the first time in years I sensed the inner stirrings of the Holy Spirit.

It was at a weekly Bible study, with the “Te Marama gospel chapel” in Hastings that I re-entered the church. I was invited to a night bible study. The lesson that night was from the book of Acts…As they ministered to the Lord and fasted, the Holy Ghost said, Separate unto me Barnabas and Saul for the work whereunto I have called them Acts.13:2 (AV).

I took that as a mandate, directly from heaven. God I believed had set me apart for the preaching ministry. I had made the mistake of leaving the Church, and the protection of my family once, and I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Christ for All.

I began street preaching in 1984. I really loved being out on the street, witnessing, singing, and preaching. I was no saint (I tried hard though). I was attending “Christ For All” a conservative evangelical Church. Every Saturday night a team from the church met on Queen street central Auckland. I valued the fellowship, and friends I had there. It was there that I developed a deep desire to read God’s word, to preach, pray, pursue holiness, and win souls.

Sadly churches like that are a rare in New Zealand.

The Auckland town hall

The majority of Christians aspire to do great things for God at some stage in their Christian walk. However only few see it through to the end. I was no different.

It was at the Auckland town hall that my Pentecostal and prophetic ministry began. We almost never made it that night. We got a flat tyre and had no spare. Lucky for us, a friend turned up, she offered to take us to the meeting. Margie and I got separated in the rush for seats so I ended up somewhere else in the audience. I think it was near the end of the message that the preacher said he had a message from the Lord he said...The days of the Billy Sundays and the Charles Spurgeons are over. There’s a man in the audience who God is going to raise up to preach the gospel...I ceased the moment!!!. Who could resist such a call. Not me that’s for sure. Anyway! as the evangelist prayed, and laid hands on everyone, he made his way towards me, he lay his hand on my head, prayed for me and moved on to the next person. That’s all I remember. I don't even remember leaving the meeting.

Pentecost had finally arrived

By the time I came too, we were on the South-bound motorway heading home. The Holy Spirit was in the car that night, and there was a great feeling of protection, and assurance. I sensed a warmth in my heart, my body, and my eyes were glowing, and bright. Margie, Karen, and Toni-Mei had no idea of what was happening. There was a tremendous presence of power and light. I felt a powerful, soothing, anointing rest in my heart. Even the darkness seemed to have vanished, as we traveled home that night. The Fire and Power of the Holy Ghost was burning in my heart, and it seemed as if Pentecost had finally arrived.

My call to preach

A few weeks later the Holy Ghost spoke to me in a deep booming audible voice. I can only describe this early hours of the morning encounter with the Holy Ghost as life saving. It was electrifying, breathtaking, and certainly supernatural. It was an amazing experience.


Moses: Prince of Egypt.

I saw on television the documentary, about the making of the cartoon animation movie “Prince of Egypt”. It was the biblical story about the Hebrew Exodus out of Egypt under the leadership of Moses. From what I saw, and heard, the producers, and directors of the movie went to great extreme to ensure the voice of God was portrayed appropriately. Because the voice of God was very important to the producers, and directors of the movie, bible scholars, and theologians from all the religious faiths, were consulted to make sure God’s voice was given the proper respect it deserved.

Horeb-Mt Sinai

The scene which my story alludes to is the part where Moses is on the mountain of Horeb. Moses is looking after his father in-laws sheep. Moses sees an incredible sight. A bush is burning, but it was not being consumed. He goes to investigate this incredible phenomena. It is at this point then that God calls to Moses from the bush Moses, Moses...And he said, Here am I...Exodus 3:4. Moses became afraid and hid his face. There was thunder and lightening as God talked to Moses about his future. It is from this point that Moses becomes God’s chosen Leader, to lead the children of Israel out of Egypt, “the house of oppression. The movie ended with Moses presenting the Ten Commandments to the children of Israel.

A deep booming voice.

2 days later God spoke to me in a similar way. The messages were different. But the voice I heard, and the voice portrayed in the movie were amazingly similar, right down to the tone and the volume. I can only describe this early hours of the morning encounter with God as life saving. It was electrifying, breathtaking, supernatural, inspirational. It was abrupt, and unexpected. It was exhilarating, energizing, powerful, healing, rejuvenating, direct, encouraging.

Such was the impact, at the time of entry that my bedroom literally shook.

Time it seems had stopped, and for a while, the mysteries of God’s presence came alive in my life for the first time, in 33 years. For a few seconds, I looked back on those years, where without exception I spent 1x hour in the morning, and 1x hour at night in prayer. I read ten, chapters of the bible in the morning, and 10 chapters of the bible at night. I went to church every morning, and evening’s on Sunday, without fail.

I was shaking, but not with fear, I was shaking for joy. God thundered words of life, and power into my spirit that morning.

It seemed like eternity, but it was only a few minutes, at the most. Heaven came down that morning, and what day of blessing that was. In a deep booming audible voice the Lord said to me

“Listen to me carefully! You will be Preaching in the Power of the Holy Ghost”!

My faith and belief in the reality of God was strengthened. Its been a while since that early hour of the morning experience, and I expect the Lord is watching over His Word to bring it to pass...as it is written..Then said the Lord unto me, thou hast well seen, For I will hasten my word to perform it…Jer.1:12

Its been almost five year now since that early December morning and I expect the Lord to be watching over his word to perform it...I have chosen you, saith the LORD of hosts...Hag. 2:23.

Bible college

After 15 years of street ministry God moved me on to train with the Bible College of New Zealand. I began training with a youth ministry at the Mosgiel Christian Centre Otago. The youth at the church were absolutely amazing. Margie, and I worked with those, fired up, jet propelled rockets for a year. They were a laugh, and a half, and were great fun too have around. They were very physical, but very intelligent, and loving as well. I got a few bumps, and bruises, compliments of the youth group boxing club. But I guess I gave just as much as I received. The girls were great. Very quite, but not at all intimidated by the boy’s, energy, and physical presence.

Pstr. Stephen, and Jill Necklen, were a great team, to train under. Pastor Stephen was my supervisor for the Internship program. He was great man of God, and a faithful leader.

In my second year, I moved on to work twenty hours a week at South-Side Youth Centre in South Dunedin for 2 and a half years until I completed my training for bible college. I graduated with a diploma in October 2003.


Dreams and visions

Dreams, visions & the audible voice of the Holy Ghost became a trade mark of my calling. These supernatural occurrences were crucial, and proved to be divine acknowledgement, and open confirmation, that my calling was God-anointed, not man anointed, or self anointed.

Night visions & the audible voice of God are very, important, and proved to be an effective form of communication between the Lord and myself. Inspiration was the result. You have inspiration, and you have divine inspiration. In both the natural, and the spiritual dimension, divine inspiration, separates the men from the boys.

The next stage of my equipping began with a 3 day, 3 night revelation. The work of receiving that 3-day, and 3 night revelation took a heavy toll on me. The power and divine glory of God fell on my shoulders, and I was literally crushed, under the weight, of it.

The Lord said to me, what you see, and what you hear is important. You will be entrusted with a message. Secure and receive that message, and when the dreams and visions come to an end, write them down, so you can tell people what you heard, and what you saw, that's all. I was told to be careful, you cannot preach what you have not seen, nor can you preach what you have not heard.

Hell beneath

It took me a while, but eventually I fell asleep. Not knowing how long I had been sleeping I remember opening my eyes, looking at the ceiling I had an experience I will never forget. Blood began dripping from the ceiling. I was paralyzed with fear. Just as abruptly as it began so it ceased. Minutes later I was asleep again. That’s when the night visions began. In this night vision, an angel touched me on the shoulder. He led me through a door, which took us into a large dark cavern leading down into an underground area.

Ninety nine percent of the time it was pitch black, and I couldn’t see a thing. The only light I had was the light shining from the face, of the angel I was following.

Where is hell? Well according to the bible, hell is under your feet...Isaiah declared...in the 9th verse, of the fourteen chapter...Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth;…Isa.14.9

Hell is unapproachable, by man, without divine assistance, and cannot be found, or accessed by any human means. I don’t fully understand all the mechanics, or the mysteries of hell, but I have been there.

It was quite a long walk, but eventually we arrived at our destination. As we passed through what looked like an entrance area, I got my first glimpse of hell.

Charcoal coloured caves

It was breathtaking. The whole area was lit in a dark red amber colour. There was a huge gigantic chasm. This deep dark charcoal black rocky bottomless chasm was a sight. The roof of this underground cavern was just as amazing. The fires were burning, fiercely, and I could see red-hot flames, dancing around, and licking the sides of this chasm of rock.

Mongrel mob

This was a spiritual experience that blew me away, in every way possible. Having the dust of hell, on my boots, is a very rare and enviable privilege. Like the latest state of the arts computer operated digital television camera, the Holy Spirit zoomed in for a close up shot of what looked to me like a sea of people. We continued walking. When I arrived at certain place, I was met with a resounding view of a large contingent of men. These men were of ethnic, descent. Two men came into view. They were gangsters mobsters They were from New Zealand and were members of the Mongrel mob. One went by the name of min, and the other went by the name Lester. Actually I met a close associate of Min, who told me that he was there when Min was killed and left this earth. Lucky for Tuhoe he unlike Min and Lester will be going to heaven. Tuhoe Isaacs has an international ministry.

The live televised viewing was amazing. The darkness ruled in this great Underground Mountain or rock-like region. There were a multitude of people there, and it was very dark, and hard to see who those other people were.

There was order, which came as a surprise to me, and there was co-operation. Why? Well in hell, I was told, you don’t have a choice, co-operation, and order, was paramount.

These men were all speechless. They were all perspiring profusely, because of the heat. They were dressed in their gang regalia. Three or four were wearing the red tattered old jerseys with the black leathered sleeveless jackets normally worn by the mob.

There was an absence of light, and the darkness was evident. As the light of the camera was moving from place to place I could see the distinctive bulldog, and facial tattoos worn by those men who were associated with the mongrel mob.

However the anointing down there was so different, to any other I’ve known, so it was very hard to see. Their heads were bowed low looking at the ground discontentedly like they were asleep. One of them had long black hair.

They were in darkness, a twilight zone, an ethereal state, a morbid, corpse like condition. But they were alive. They lived, and died like dogs for the mongrel mob, when they could have ruled like princes for Christ.

At the end of the age, these men will be resurrected, for the purpose of final judgment...as it is written...And I saw the dead, small, and great, stand before God, and they were judged every man according to their works...Rev.20:12.

Secondly, because their names do not appear in the book of life, and because of their wickedness, and blasphemy against the Holy Ghost, they will be judged; accordingly...their eternal destination has already been decided. As it is written…And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire. Rev:20:15. We moved on.

Maori Chiefs

I saw another group of men, who were standing in a long line next to where the mob were standing. The presence of evil shrouded these men, as well, and they were in complete darkness. But for the presence of the Lords angel, and the fires coming from inside that black rocky chasm, they would have remained un-identified in totality.

Un-real as it may seem, the Holy Spirit continued to relay these incredible views, live from hell to my room where I was partially asleep and partially awake, while at the same time standing on the flat rock surface of hell. I saw an endless line of men standing, in front, and behind. There was a group of men I identified, as chiefs, Maori chiefs. Two of these chiefs went by the name of Kawiti and Patuone. Both had blasphemed the Holy Ghost.

On the faces of these men, I saw the distinctive facial tattoo. In New Zealand we call these tattoos, moko. The moko identifies who they are, their mana, and what area they’re from. It's like a signature.

It was an incredible sight. I didn’t realize hell was like this. It was way beyond what I expected. The fires coming from inside this huge chasm were out of control.

As the camera zoomed in slowly I got a more detailed view. I was now seeing a completely different view of the true state that these chiefs and gang members were in, than when I first saw them. As the camera zoomed in to get a better view, I realized how unimaginable the torment is, and will be, for all blasphemers of the Holy Ghost.

The fires of hell were reflecting on their faces, and in their eyes. It was just so far out. The eyes of these un-identified men were fixed and looking intently into the leaping flames.

The terror in their eyes was evidence to me, of their spiritual condition, their wairua. They were void of the spirit, anti-christ by nature.

The eyes were blood shot, scare crowed, wide eyed, and the whites of their eyes were bulging, as they were staring in terror, at the flames, dancing, before them.

It was very hot there. And those chiefs, were perspiring profusely. Like I was saying, I don’t fully understand all of the mysteries of the concept of everlasting torment, but it appears to me that the bible reveals this torment is for real. It’s not feigned.

The cries from hell were for real, and nothing could silence them. Hell is not a mythical place, it is a supernatural reality.

Maori beliefs, and traditional teachings are based on the belief that when a Maori dies, the spirit, or wairua go back to Hawaikii the land of their ancestors.

For those chiefs, there will, and can never ever be rest, from this punishment, and judgment. Haiwaiki for them will not be paradise, but eternal torment.

As we continued our journey, I could see the darkest areas becoming visible, as the light coming from the angel I was with became more, and more penetrating, as we moved, deeper, into this cavern. It was breathtaking.

In all honesty I did not anticipate, this happening, at all, not in a billion years. It was crazy. It’s like this...have a look around, what do you see. You see reality. What you see is what is there...what you see exists.

So what I saw down there in hell was real, and I give testimony to that reality. Hell like the lake of fire cannot be accessed by man, in any way shape or form. It’s like the Garden of Eden. No one can access it...in the third chapter of the book of Genesis verse 24 the Lord tells us why...it’s because of the Cherubim (angel) and a flaming sword that guards the way into the garden.

Pacific Island Chiefs.

I saw also a few chiefs from the pacific islands. One was wearing the lavalava worn by many pacific islanders. I don’t know who they were, but what I was sure about is that these chiefs blasphemed the Holy Ghost, and were very evil. One particular chief was looking at the ground mesmerized by the fiery flames, and the voice of the Holy Ghost. Too late he chose to do evil and is now being punished for his sin. Hell fire and torment is divine punishment for the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost.

There are people down there in hell, alive. One day those chiefs, along with all the others will be resurrected, they will appear before the Lord, judged guilty, and sentenced to the lake of fire forever for all of eternity.

Their greatest sin they will be told was the un-forgivable sin. And the un-forgivable sin was spelt out quite clearly to them...BLASPHEMY...the blasphemy of the Holy Ghost. The angel of the Lord said, that is correct, the un-forgivable sin is, and still is, the blasphemy of the Holy Ghost.

We moved on.

Mahatma Gandhi

This next zone was very different from the previous ones. The Holy Ghost zoomed in for a close up view. There I saw a man standing on his own, staring at the ground. He was bald, he was wearing glasses, he was very skinny, he was wearing a white shawl around his waist and partly around his chest, and he was a dark brown skinned man, with a thick grey moustache.

I thought to myself…What was he doing in hell? This was a spiritual reality that I found very difficult to get my teeth around. It was a shock to the system. The reality of seeing this man in hell L.I.V.E. live was an eye sore. The revelation of this so-called holy man, peacemaker, and a father of a nation changed my perspective on hell seriously.

He was standing on a muddy brown dirt smooth glazy clay type rock surface. Which was different to the other surfaces, we had just recently left. I could see the reflection from the fire, on his face, his body, his head, his glasses, and on the surface of the ground he was standing on.

This man began to slowly lift his head. He looked up, looked around, and then dropped his head, again. It was just so far out. Like everyone else in hell he was perspiring profusely, and like a lot of the others, his eyes were fixed, and glued, to the dancing, flames, and fires in that chasm.

The area he was standing on was empty of others. Again this was nothing like the previous zones where the gangs and the chiefs were. It was just him there. And that in it’s self was a mystery.

Could this particular zone in hell have been a necessary evil to remind Gandhi that on earth, and in heaven he was guilty of idolatry. It would be correct to say that Gandhi now understands the futility of idolatry, or worshipping an idol, whatever that idol may be.

Why, well because it was another strategy that blinded him from the truth. However idolatry is only one of a million schemes the devil uses to blind the eyes of mankind, to the reality, and truth of salvation in Yeshua. Mahatma Gandhi will meet his fate, at the end of the age, inside the lake of fire, and brimstone. The angel of the lord said to me, well done, that is correct. We moved on.

The little boy

This next area we moved into was, again, different to the previous 3 zones. Because of the intensity of the fire, and flames down there, in this approachable zone, there was no lack of light, and it was crowded, there were thousands and thousands there. The whole area was just one huge bright red, orange coloured mass of fire, heat, bodies, and rock.

The Holy Spirit moved among these people, going from one person to another, and then almost immediately, returned back to where the camera was originally.

Next the camera moved back, moving slowly to the right, stopped, focused, and then zoomed in for a close up shot. And there to my amazement was a little boy. I was surprised too see such a young person, as he was, in hell.

But as I saw, he was not the only child in hell. There were others, but not a lot.

The angel of the lord said, do you see that little boy with his head bowed. That boy is a ten-year-old Italian American.

He didn’t reach the age of manhood. His life was cut short, but he did reach the age of accountability. What is the age of accountability? The age of accountability is the age when a person becomes consciously aware that salvation through Yeshua is the only way to God.

It is very hard to understand why a boy of his age was in hell! But what I am sure about is that he had reached the age of accountability, and sadly his decision to reject Yeshua Hamacshia was his un-doing. Remember!!! All sins will, and can be forgiven. But the blasphemy of the Holy Ghost will not be forgiven in this age, or in the age to come.

Who were his parents? I have no idea, but I hope this message reaches your heart, if you have children.

Like that young Italian boy, they too will one day reach the age of accountability. They will from that point on need to receive, and acknowledge the free gift of salvation, through Yeshua Hamacshia our Lord.

So what of it someone might say. So you went to hell. So what. Big deal. Here’s the so what...Yahweh is no respecter of persons...you blaspheme the Ruach Ha-Kodesh; you decide your fate, not Yahweh, not Yeshua Hamashiach, not the angels in heaven, not me, or anyone else, but you.

The angel of the Lord said well done, that is correct.

Lesbians

Next to the Italian boy, was a lesbian couple? Lesbianism is a sin...however; it is not the un-forgivable sin.

These two lesbians were both wearing trendy clothes. One was wearing dark rimmed glasses. They were huddled up together, standing side by side, looking at the ground heads bowed.

Behind them and along side them were an in-numberable mass of un-identified people. The mood in this zone was quite evident to me. It was a place of sorrow, torment, regret, it was a place of nothingness. There was intolerable torment, agony, and anguish written all over the faces of those who were there. Further back I could see lines, and lines of bodies. Some were crying bitterly, some couldn’t control themselves, they were in hell, and they knew it.

The crying was not refreshing or teary-eyed, at all. This crying was a crushing squealing piercing cry. I remember one man there was beside himself. He is there, because he decided against the Lord Jesus Christ.

Yes my heart went out to him. But I was just as helpless as he was. There was nothing I could do for him, at all. So I moved on. Along with that lesbian couple, these people clashed, with their creator.

In their world, it was ok to be gay. But it isn’t, it is never ok to be gay. Fair enough they had a free will, fine...know one would oppose, or argue that. God denies himself that privilege.

But! God gives His will concerning the sin of homosexuality, and lesbianism…for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature…

One day those two individuals will stand before God. The weight of divine judgment will fall on them without mercy, and they will be crushed, without any formal apology.

I was about to walk away, when one of the two lesbians called out to me and said in a clear voice. Now these are her exact words...When you go back, do whatever it takes, too warn the gay community about this place. I thought to myself what!!! But I got the point, and moved on.

John Lennon

In this next zone I was shown a man. On earth this man had his portion of wealth, success, and fame. He was a musical genius. It was dark there, where he was, and the presence of evil, was evident, as in the other zones.

Again, I was surprised to see another side of hell. There were people there, but from what I re-call, this place was hardly ever visited and very few if any were there. It’s like the dry places that Jesus told his disciples about. He said when an unclean spirit leaves he goes to the dry places, finding no where to go he decides to go back to his old house, when he arrives and finds the house clean and tidy, he also takes with him more unclean spirits or demons with him.

The dry places I believe can be located in hell. Anyway! Remember I am looking at this man from the other side of the great chasm, of fire, and rock. He looked as easy going in hell, as he was easy going on earth. But in hell appearances can be deceptive.

He was standing head and shoulders above all the others there. Now as the camera focused, and zoomed in, I got a close up view...and saw him as he really was.

His real physical, and spiritual condition, had been hidden on earth. Down there his eyes were wide-eyed and looking upwards.

The fear in his eyes is the kind of terror you see in the eyes of a drowning victim, and what they have to endure before death comes.

He was pale coloured. And as I understand...the colour pale in the book of revelation is symbolic of death. In this area, no one is regarded, even if they were worshipped on earth, like he was. Down there in hell...like others...he is nothing. He’s in hell, waiting for judgment day.

Nothing in heaven or on earth, or in hell will prepare him for that awful fearful moment. John Lennon, will, at the appointed time, be thrown alive into the lake burning with fire, and brimstone. And there he will remain.

Yes I saw John Lennon, and yes he is in hell. His final resting place will be the lake of fire, and that, you can count on. And he’s going in it, not beside it. In fact he may even jump in it, with or without coercion.

The angel of the Lord said, that is correct. We moved on.

The Holocaust victims

Next I heard weeping and wailing. I could hear the voice of those Jewish women and children who had blasphemed the Holy Ghost by rejecting yeshua Hamacshia as their promised Messiah. This was reserved for some of Hitler's victims…they all had their heads bowed because they were angry. And I could hear the screams and piercing cries coming from the Jewish women and children who were in hell. They had been put through hell on earth. And now this.

As I continued walking I walked into the men's quarters. I noted one particular man. He had on the stripped prisoner of war camp uniforms that most of us are familiar with. He began to raise his head slowly, he stared at me with a pathetic look in his darkened eyes and said shalom my name is ____________ and I am a Jew. My camp number is____________ He watched me for a few seconds then lost himself by wondering what could've been, he was looking at the ground mesmerized by the thought that he was in hell awaiting judgment day. His worst nightmare had just been realized.

I could hear the women and children still sobbing weeping and wailing. Crying and screaming It was very very loud. I could hardly hear what was going on. These Jewish women and children had been murdered in the camp shower rooms. They had been gassed for being Jewish. But they were in hell because they blasphemed the Holy Ghost. The Holy Spirit said to me, this is hell and all these people will be sent to the lake of fire at the end of the age.

We moved on.

Not far from there I saw some world war II soldiers, allied and German soldiers and they all had their heads bowed and hiding their eyes.…there was row upon row of these men it was confusing, but what wasn't confusing is…you guessed it…they were all guilty of one thing the blasphemy of the Holy Ghost ... we had to move on…

Hitler one of hells greatest trophies.

This devil had been there right from the beginning of this night vision. He’d been listening intensely to what was being said. While in heaven, the Lord spoke to me briefly about Aryanism. Aryanism is the erroneous belief, and philosophy, that teaches of the superiority of the white aryian race, over all other races.

Fine if that’s what turns them on. This man was in the same zone as the mongrel mob, and those un-identified chief’s. I noticed though that he was on his own. He was dressed in a sandy musty coloured military uniform. The flames of hell where he was, continued to dance around in this huge gulf, of fire, and rock. As the Holy Spirit was speaking, this man arrogant as he was on earth, so he seemed to be in hell.

He began to spit furiously into the flames, showing great contempt, for the Holy Spirit. As the Holy Spirit spoke, the power of those words penetrated into the soul of this ungodly man, driving him into a frenzy of demonic proportions. He was screaming, and cursing, and yelling, and blaspheming, and making violent threats. He was pacing, backwards and forwards. He had his hands behind his back, and he was wearing his trade mark Nazi swaztika. That’s right Adolph Hitler is in hell. The flames of hell were towering over him, at times, and hiding his whole person.

He was standing right at the edge. The flames of hell were dancing around him. At times Hitler would stop, look at the ground for a while, listen for a couple of seconds, and then look up again, and then continue pacing backwards, and forwards, while screaming obscenities, and spitting into the fire, and at the flames.

I could almost hear the sound he was making while spitting, pppttthhphh…ppppttthhhppphhh….ppptttpphhh.

Those flames I saw dancing around, and towering over Hitler, were not red, hot amber coloured flames, as in the former, areas...these flames were white. Don’t ask me why they were white. They just were. Hitler was cursing and blaspheming, because of the heat and because the words of the Holy Ghost were penetrating into his inner self and driving him into frenzies of un-imaginable hate and anger. The intense heat from the flames were tormenting him into oblivion. But there was nothing he or anyone else could do to prevent the torment. Hitler’s suicide mission was un-successful, on earth, and in hell.

You see Hitler at the point of death received a rude awakening, and was suddenly stopped in his tracks. The reality of being in hell shook his confidence.

Now it was time to leave but before we left Hitler was silenced. The Holy Ghost began to speak. Suddenly Hitler's face, turned ashen, his eyes were opened wide, and gaping. His pupils were white, his mouth was closed, and his lips were pursed, and shut tight. Fearfulness, terror, and panic had seized Hitler. He was barely able to breath, and was showing signs of paralysis. He remained speechless, from that point on. Hitler was left there to be tormented. This time like everyone else…in silence.

After his personal audience with God, at the end of the age, he will be delivered UP, and then cast DOWN and then THROWN alive into the lake of fire, and brimstone, where he belongs.

It was an appropriate end for a Devil. And that’s exactly what Adolph Hitler was. A devil.

Next, I heard a thunderous, deep booming voice speak with great power, and great authority. The voice of the Holy Spirit echoed throughout all of hell, including every zone, every cave, every area, seen, or unseen. The voice of the Holy Spirit thundered, and boomed, saying..these wicked people are all under judgment, and condemnation. At the end of the age, they will be judged un-suitable, and unfit to enter the kingdom of Heaven.

He continued...All blasphemous remarks; curses and words will be forgiven, but not the blasphemy of the Holy Ghost.

This judgment will be final. You will all appear at the great white throne of judgment. The judgment is final...Here it is...

DEPART FROM ME YE CURSED INTO THE EVERLASTING FIRE PREPARED FOR THE DEVIL AND HIS ANGELS.

The Holy Spirit then spoke directly to me with his voice booming, and thundering saying…do you see these people, they have all blasphemed the Holy Ghost, and they will all be delivered up to the Father for judgment, at the Great White throne, and then they will be sent directly to the lake of fire, and there they will remain. They will be tormented day, and night forever, as it is written without end.

We eventually left the edge of Hell. I was escorted, and taken away from the edge where the fire and the flames were burning, and we began our long journey up to where the darkness, of hell and the light of the earth meet.

We were back on earth, in a matter of seconds. Someone will say that’s great, but so what.

What da ya mean so what!!! Here’s the so what. I’m going to be a winner of souls. You see I’m known in hell. Beneath my feet are particles, dust, or DNA from the domain of hell. And with that blessing, came divine protection, and favour.

The previous testimony covered 2 days in all.

The night visions continued this was the 3rd night. (Please remember, that in the spirit world, time, and space, are irrelevant; however that is not always the case).

The lake of fire

I was shocked to find myself standing on a cliffs edge. I looked around in amazement. The whole sky was lit up and had turned a bright but dark red, orangey colour. The cliffs edge was hard jagged rock and blended in perfectly with the red sky.

There I saw, what appeared to be an ocean of fire, and brimstone. The power, strength, and glory, behind this massive ocean...is an unseen force. That power or unseen force of course was the Holy Ghost.

This ocean, of fire, and brimstone, sent waves of red-hot ash and fire up towards where I was standing. The waves continued to crash below with menacing effect. Like huge waves on a stormy night, the lake of fire, has enormous strength, and has been endowed with a mind of its own.

As I made my way to the edge of this rocky cliff, my emotions began to move into overdrive. At that time, I did not want too, but I made a conscious and well timed decision to humble myself. I walked to the edge, and then went to my knees slowly. I was horrified. God picked me up, and literally placed me at that cliffs edge, so I could get a taste of reality in the supernatural.

In godly fear, and reverence, I crawled to the edge of this cliff, I looked down. I got a hell of a shock. My emotions, again, went into overdrive. Not many of Gods creative works, was as terrifying, and as thought provoking as the lake of fire. There was now this huge respect, and awe for God in my heart. And that respect, I pray will continue to the day when I leave this earthly world, and enter the new Jerusalem. My eyes watered up a bit. My lack of commitment, and compassion, for the souls of lost humanity, was unbelievably criminal. The night vision ended.

My dislike of wicked people was almost blasphemous, and my judgment of wicked people was eventually replaced with love, and an intense desire to see all people saved from this judgment.

Saints listen up. God takes eternity very seriously. Like all saint’s worldwide, I have a passion to see people enter the kingdom of heaven, in droves. Remember judgment day is futuristic.

My 2nd visit to the lake of fire

The following night I found myself back at the lake of fire… I saw the jagged rocks and the charcoal coloured cliff faces. The sky was dark red, and the whole area was surrounded by smoke and dark ominous black clouds. This time I could see angels flying, and coming to the lake of fire from all directions. East, west, north, and south. The whole sky was covered with them. They were dropping people into the lake of fire by the hundreds, they were all going in like you never believe. However this was completely different from hell and my first glimpse of the lake of fire. In this night vision I could hear people screaming and loud crying could be heard. And the screams and screeching and cries were piercing. They were men women and children screaming in terror as the angels began throwing people into the lake burning with fire and brimstone. I could see from the sides of the cliffs surrounding the lake of fire people in long lines waiting to be thrown in. Some I saw were so terrified of the angels that they began jumping in. I was shocked to see angels pushing people over the cliffs. It was an amazing sight. The flames were hundreds of feet high. And it was very dark and smokey at the time I was there. The sky and the surrounding area was dark red. I could hear the sound as body and water come together. You know that splashing sound. People hitting the surface of the lake of fire. And I could see people swimming around below, trying to stay afloat. I couldn't estimate how many were in the lake at that time. But there were literally thousands upon thousands. The waves were throwing people around like rag dolls, the noise of these people being tortured by the fire and brimstone was deafening. The flames were hundreds of feet into the air. It was absolutely terrifying. Some people were falling from hundreds of feet, screaming in terror on there way to the lake burning with fire and brimstone. At that point, the visions of hell, and the lake of fire came to an end.

I was now fully awake, and incredibly amazed, of what I had just witnessed.




Let me tell you about how you can escape the judgment of hell and the lake of fire. All you need to do is receive Jesus Christ as your personal saviour.

Important If your Jewish stay Jewish, but call on a Messianic Jew to help you with becoming a Hebrew (Jewish) Christian. If you’re a Gentile then call on someone you know who is a Christian. You can choose to call yourself a Gentile Christian or just plain ol Christian.

This is a simple prayer that can be prayed by anyone, at anytime. If your serious about becoming a follower of Jesus Christ (Yeshua Hamachshia) or a spirit-filled believer after reading the material presented to you in this testimony then I’d like to help you to get to know Jesus Christ as your personal saviour.

Dear Jesus, my name is______________________________(write your name) I believe what the bible says about Jesus dying on the cross for my sins. I believe you are the Son of God as the Scriptures reveal. I understand that I can become a born-again spirit-filled believer and become a son/daughter of God. Please forgive my sins. I receive you as the saviour of my soul. Teach me how to follow you. Teach me how to pray. Teach me how to read and study the Holy Bible. (There's no law which says you cant include the Torah if your Jewish). Please use your spiritual authority and power to free me and my family from Satan’s kingdom (Hell and the lake of fire)...Amen

If you said this prayer and meant it, welcome to the kingdom of God. Now find a church/synagogue where the gospel is preached. Tell them about your decision to follow Jesus. You need to get yourself a bible. I strongly suggest you get hold of a copy of the authorized version or King James bible. There are other versions available.

Your next step has to be a conscious decision for discipleship.

Date decision made___________________________(sign here )
Let me know your decision.

Yours in Yeshua-hamach-shua.

Haki and Margie Davis
34 Mechanic Street Dunedin
futuristics@globe.net.nz
Matthew 18.4 Ministries
New Zealand