Oh My God! I Went to HELL and Jesus Revealed Why Only 18% of Women Make It to HEAVEN

Oh My God! I Went to HELL and Jesus Revealed Why Only 18% of Women Make It to HEAVEN
   

I never thought I would write these lines. Before, I was a normal woman, living a normal life, going to work, gathering with friends, occasionally going to church on big holidays. I thought I was a good person – I had never done anything too wrong, never harmed anyone. But everything changed on that fateful night. I fell into a strange trance, where the boundary between life and death seemed to no longer exist. And there, I was taken to a place that no one wants to go to – hell.

The first feeling was heavy and suffocating. The air was as thick as asphalt, each breath felt like fire burning from inside the lungs. Strange sounds rang out, screams, cries, and eerie laughter intertwined. I looked around – all around was darkness, but not the usual darkness. This was the kind of darkness that could bite, that could squeeze your soul. I saw other souls, naked, in pain, chained, tormented by horrible creatures I had never dared to imagine.

I panicked, I screamed for help. And then – a bright light appeared. A man dressed in white, as bright as the sun, appeared before me. He held out his hand – and I knew it was Jesus. He didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at me with a deep sadness in his eyes, as if he had seen too much pain here. And then, Jesus said: “You don’t belong here. But you need to see this – and understand why.”

He took me through hell. I saw women – so many – imprisoned in various punishments. Some were burned endlessly, others were tortured by the very words they had spoken on earth. A young woman was tied up between broken mirrors, bleeding – and Jesus said, “She used her beauty to seduce, to humiliate others.” Another woman was chained to a screen – which continuously replayed the lies and cruel words she had said about others. I couldn’t hold back my tears.

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“Why… why are there so many women here?” – I asked, choking up.

Jesus slowly replied, “It’s not because they are women, but because of how they use the gifts I have given them. I created women with beauty, emotion, and the power to nurture, love, and enlighten the world. But too many have let themselves be seduced by the material world, caught up in jealousy, envy, manipulation, and abuse of the soft power they have. In this day and age, they don’t need swords – just words to kill the souls of others.”

I was stunned. “But don’t men also sin? There are violent people, murderers, rapists…”

Jesus nodded: “Yes. Men are also full of sin. But here is a sad fact – men often sin openly, but women – many sin in their hearts, in their words, in their thoughts, and they do not repent. Sin is hidden but deep – that is the most dangerous. And most importantly: many women do not believe that they are living wrongly. They think that because they do not kill, do not steal – they will go to heaven.”

I trembled. “So how many women actually go to heaven?”

Jesus looked at me with a deeper sadness: “Only about 18%. And people would be even more shocked if they knew the reason. Because heaven is not for good people – it is for those who are saved. Those who repent. Those who know they are wrong and desire to change. Those who know how to love, forgive, and live true to the values ​​we teach.”

I fell silent. My heart ached as I realized that I, too, had been one of those people who thought I was “okay.” I had gossiped about my friends, I had been jealous when others were happier than I was. I had chosen silence when I needed to speak up for justice. And I had never truly prayed from the bottom of my heart.

Jesus took my hand. “You have a chance. Tell me this. Don’t be silent because you’re afraid of being laughed at. I didn’t show you to scare you – I showed it to help others wake up.”

I woke up in tears. The room was dark, but my heart was bright. I knew I had been given a second chance – not just to live, but to live differently. I began to pray every day, to learn to forgive, to learn to love, to learn to be humble. I shared my story with everyone, even though some people ridiculed me, some called me paranoid.

But I didn’t care. Because I had seen hell. I have heard Jesus. And I know – if just one person reads this and changes, then my journey has not been in vain.

If you are reading this – please do not dismiss it. Take a moment to look at your life. No one is perfect – but you can start over, right now. Pray. Repent. Love more, judge less. Heaven is not far away – but only humble hearts will walk through its doors.