ANAL SEX
Anal sex is a practice utterly reprehensible in nature and behavior. Corrupt, perverse, unhealthy and nefarious are some attributes that we can write on this subject.Bible also condemns this shameful practice with eternal damnation in hell. Meanwhile man is alive, there is still time to repent and change. But with death, there are not more chances.
The following is Sister Josefa Menendez' own writing after her return from descents into hell.
She repeatedly dwelt on the greatest torment of hell, namely:
"One of these damned souls cried out: "This is my torture... that I want to love and cannot; there is nothing left me but hatred and despair. If one of us could so much as make a single act of love... This would no longer be hell... but we cannot, we live on hatred and malevolence...' (23rd March, 1922)."
Another of these unfortunates said: "The greatest of our torments here is that we are not able to love Him. While we hunger for love, we are consumed with desire of it, but it is too late."
She records, too, the accusations made against themselves by these unhappy souls: "Some yell because of the burning of their hands. Perhaps they were thieves, for they say: "Where is our loot now?... Cursed hands... Why did I want to possess what did not belong to me... and what in any case I could keep only for a few days?"
"Others curse their tongues, their eyes... whatever was the occasion of their sin... 'Now, O body, you are paying the price of the delights you granted yourself!... And you did it of your own free will...'" (2nd April 1922).
"I saw many wordly people fall into hell, and now words can render their horrible and terrifying cries: 'Damned for ever... I deceived myself; I am lost... I am here for ever'."
"Today, I saw a vast number of people fall into the fiery pit... they seemed to be wordlings and a demon cried vociferously: "The world is ripe for me... I know that the best way to get hold of souls is to rouse their desire for enjoyment... Put me first... Me before the rest... no humility for me! But let me enjoy myself... This sort of thing assures victory to me... and they tumble headlong into hell'." (4th October 1922).
"Tonight," wrote Josefa, "I did not go down into hell, but was transported to a place where all was obscure, but in the center was a red smouldering fire. They had laid me flat and so bound me that I could not make the slightest movement. Around me were seven or eight people; their black bodies were unclothed, and I could see them only by the reflections of the fire. They were seated and were talking together.
"One devil to another said: "We'll have to be very careful not to be found out, for we might easily be discovered.'
"Another devil answered: 'Insinuate yourselfs by including carelessness in them...but keep in the background, so that you are not found out... by degrees they will become callous, and you will be able to incline them to evil. Tempt these others to ambition, to self-interest, TO ACQUIRING WEALTH WITHOUT WORKING... working, whether it be lawful or not. Excite some to sensuality and love of pleasure. Let vice blind them . . . As to the remainder . . . get in through the heart . . . you know the inclinations of their hearts . . . make them love . . . love passionately . . . work thoroughly . . . take no rest . . . have no pity. Let them cram themselves with food! It will make it all the easier for us . . . Let them get on with their banqueting. Love of pleasure is the door through which you will reach them . . .' " (February 3, 1923).
Excite some to sensuality and love of pleasure'."
Josefa, on her return from hell, noted the following: "I saw several souls fall into hell, and among them was a child of fifteen, cursing her parents for not having taught her to fear God nor that there was a hell. Her life had been a short one, she said, but full of sin, for she had given in to all that he body and passions demanded in the way of satisfaction. Especially she had read bad books." (22nd March, 1923).
"Sounds of confusion and blasphemy cease not for an instant. A sickening stench aphyxiates and corrupts everything; it is like the burning of putrefied flesh, mingled with tar and sulphur... a mixture to which nothing on earth can be compared."
"In the night of 16th March towards ten O'Clock", wrote Josefa, I became aware, as on the preceding days, of a confusing noise of cries and chains. I rose quickly and dressed, and trembling with fright, knelt down near my bed. The uproar was approaching, and not knowing what to do, I left the dormitory, and went to our Holy Mother's cell; then I went back to the dormitory. The same terrifying sounds were all round me; then all of a sudden I saw in front of me the devil himself.
"Tie her feet and bind her hands," he cried. Instantly I lost sight of where I was, and felt myself tightly bound and being dragged away. Other voices screamed: "No good to bind her feet; it is her heart that you must bind." "It does not belong to me," came the answer from the devil. Then I was dragged along a very dark and lengthy passage, and on all sides resounded terrible cries.
On opposite sides of the walls of the narrow corridor were niches out of which poured smoke, though with very little flame, and which emitted an intolerable stench. From these niches came blaspheming voices, uttering impure words. Some cursed their bodies, others their parents... It was a medley of confused screams of rage and despair.
I was dragged through that kind of corridor which seemed endless. Then I received a punch in the stomach which doubled me in two, and forced me into one of the niches. I felt as if I were being pressed between two burning planks and pierced through and through with scorching needle points. Opposite and beside me souls were blaspheming and cursing me. What caused me most suffering... and which no torture can be compared, was the anguish of my soul to find myself separated from God...
It seemed to me that I spent long years in that hell, yet it only lasted six or seven hours...
I see clearly that all the sufferings on earth are nothing in comparison with the horror of no longer being able to love, for in that place all breaths hatred and thirst to damn other souls."
Although these tortures were terrific, they would be bearable if the soul were at peace. But it suffers indescribably... All I have written," she concluded, "is but a shadow of what the soul suffers, for no words can express such dire torment." (September 4, 1922).