I died, I went to hell and Christ turned me back

"I died and went to hell but Christ returned me"

We are offering readers an honest story of one of the contemporary persons who experienced clinical death and went to hell.

Good day! My name is Argjir Mici. I am from Megali Vrisi of Kilkis district, Greece. I want to share with you what happened to me after my clinical death. I consulted Jerond Kirill, my spiritual father who suggested that I share this story with other people. It is likely that some of you will laugh at me. But even if at least one in a hundred people believe me, it will be enough and maybe only one soul will be saved. It was hard to decide to speak publicly but I am ready to take responsibility for my words. If any of you suspect and insist that I am "exaggerating", I can show you the hospital discharge letters to prove you wrong.

I have led an unholy life . I worked overnight in a bar, cursing and blaspheming incessantly the Lord and Mother of God. There was nothing that I held sacred.

One day I suffered a heart attack and was admitted to Papagjeorgji Hospital. I had a friend who worked there, Dr. Moskaros Lambros, who was the Director of the Blood Sector. We decided to do a coronary angiography to see what was going on.

Even there in the hospital, I continued to curse and curse the Lord Jesus Christ and the Most Holy. It's awful even to think about the things I was saying at the time! When the doctors received the test results, they decided to make an intervention.

I did the intervention, with anesthesia from the middle down. I did not feel any pain from the epidural anesthesia. My legs became numb and everything got dark and I got dizzy. I closed my eyes and ran away.

I went to a completely different place, covered in complete darkness. Other souls cried out to me for help and mercy. The place stank. Someone hit me and I felt a strong burn in my right hand.

I will explain to you what was happening. It’s like living with someone in a room with the light off. As if someone had closed your mouth and nose, taking your breath away. And voices screaming in your ears. Voices I heard started shouting "mercy, help, save me from here". There I realized I was in hell. It was me but I did not even have a body, hands, feet, nothing .... I lowered my head and saw that I had nobody, nothing. At one point, two red eyes stood in front of me and stared at me intently. Then I heard a strong and strong voice: “Finally you came, I was waiting for you. "I am ... so and so." He told me his name, the name of the devil. I do not want to mention that damn name. He then started hitting me brutally, burning my right hand. The pain was unbearable. They grabbed me by the throat, squeezing me hard to kill me. I suffered so much that if I had the opportunity to tell you everything, I believe you would stay on your knees day and night asking the Lord for mercy and help. I will not go into too much detail otherwise it would be a long story and would take you a long time. Also, my sufferings had to do mostly with my previous sins which I can only tell in one confession.

Suffering terribly, I fell into despair, and for the first time in 48 years, I began to cry out to God in prayer: “Help me, Lord! I believe you! Take me from here! ”

And then I saw a light coming from above towards me.

Hope appeared in my soul and I gained strength. The light grew louder and louder as the darkness faded. Opposite me stood a blond guy, with a soft beard and green eyes. He put His hand on His head and said, "Do not be afraid, I am here."

I then opened my eyes and found myself back in the operating room. I had my face covered with a sheet. Three minutes ago my heart stopped beating and I heard doctors discussing how to tell the news of my wife's death. I lifted the sheet and said, “Where are you going, people? I'm alive. I'm here!" My doctor, Costa, along with Jorgen, ran to me and without saying a word, made me a needle and continued the operation. They could not believe their eyes. I was later taken to the intensive care unit. When the doctor came to see me, he said, " Do you know that you have died clinically?" "I do not know if I was dead but I only know that I went somewhere," I replied.

When I was anesthetized, I felt a terrible pain in my right arm and right leg. An unbearable burn. A nurse came to give me something to eat. When he saw my arm, he asked me, "When did this happen in your hand?"

I turn my head and see that I had a burn on my hand in the shape of a crown on which were three sixes. Three sixes which I had taken there in hell.

My doctor knew me for a long time and knew full well that I had done a lot of bad things in my life but that I had never been involved in Satan worship and things like that. He said he had no idea where I could have gotten this burn. He was an ardent atheist, believing only in his science.

I was released from the hospital on the fourth day. I could not raise my hand and it smelled very bad. Burning with the number 666 hurt me a lot. I did not think I could have taken it anywhere other than hell.

At that time I knew a devout Christian named Demetrius. God bless you for taking me to the monastery! At first, I did not want to go: "What is this nonsense!" My faith was quite weak at the time.

I forgot to mention something. While I was still hospitalized, there was an icon on the wall near the bed, and the saint stared at me. I had the impression that he was looking me straight in the eye. I called the nurse to bring me the icon. She removed it from the wall and showed it to me. It was St. Paisi of the Holy Mountain.

When I got out of the hospital, Demetrius took me to the monastery (I am not saying the name of the monastery). Jerod listened to me and then confessed for the first time in my life.

I must say that as soon as I entered the monastery, I was furious with rage. I wanted to carve all the monks in the wood, I was so angry. For three days and three nights, the monastery fathers and brothers stayed awake in prayer for me. They were very loving all the time I stayed with them and overcame those terrible days with God's help. Every night the devil came to them and knocked on their doors and shouted: “Where is my Clay? Give me the Clay because it's mine! ”

But Jerod was ready for war. He said: "Either you will get better or I will die with you." He was a true saint, quite virtuous, and I would not have spoken of him before men if it were not true.

On the third day, I woke up and noticed that the burn mark with the six on my hand had disappeared. The stench was left and I still could not raise my hand. When Demetrius came to visit me, I asked him for the honor to send me to Soroti, to the tomb of St. Pais Athonitis. There occurred another miracle that I am unable to explain.

Demetrius took me to Soroti where there were many people standing near the tomb of Saint Pais, a large crowd. Nearby was a small house, outside of which were some nuns with the head nun. The nun calls me:

- Come here!

- Do you have it with me?

- Yes, - she answered - Are you Clay?

- How do you know my name?

I thought for a moment that maybe Demetrius had spoken to her about me, but when would she find the opportunity to do so? Then the head nun tells me:

- Saint Jerome told us he was coming. Come with me.

She took me to his grave and said, "Pray at your father's grave." I bent down and kissed the cross. When I was about to leave the tomb, the nun stopped me again and did me the greatest honor to take me to the saint's cell where he was resting, on his bench and bed. "If you only knew how much I love her! I told the head nun. And she replied: "Know how much he loves you. "You will meet him."

Since then, my life has been completely transformed. I abandoned everything. I live a poor life but Christ dwells in my house and St. Pais always dwells with me. He can be a saint to all of you but to me he is like my father. Ever since I felt his presence in my life, I have found a new life. He advises and guides me.

Six months later I had another heart attack. I was taken by ambulance and taken back to the hospital, to the cardiology ward. The doctor tells me: “I have to have a heart operation, or else you will have only a few days left. If we do not do it, certain death awaits you, but if I operate on you, you have a ten percent chance of succeeding. "Your condition is very serious."

I asked him to give me ten minutes to think and decide what to do. When I was alone, I looked at the icon of the saint I was carrying and took strength, I felt as if someone had whispered softly in my ear: "Go on without fear." Then I call my doctor :

- Jorgo, let's go to the operating room because you will not be alone.

- What would you say Argjir?

- Someone else will operate with you, directing your hands.

I entered the operating room with a chance of only ten percent chance. The operation lasted about 13 hours. They then took me to the resuscitation room. When I woke up, I could not breathe. The doctor came with the nurse and they put the oxygen tube on me. The doctor told me: “Your condition is not good. The operation did not go as well as we expected. We will keep you here for another 3 or 4 days and then you will stay in another pavilion where you will stay connected with equipment for ten days ".

Then another miracle happened: I saw for the first time in my life a saint in vision. I was lying staring at the ceiling when I suddenly smelled like incense filling the room. And I saw Saint Pais who said to me: “Wake up lazy hour, enough lying down! You are for beauty. "Get up and make room for another patient."

I can present as proof the letters of my discharge from the hospital and within two days all my equipment was removed and I started walking. My doctor could confirm these things. On the second day when he came to visit me, I felt very good as if I had not had heart surgery at all. He approached me on the bed, looked at the icon at the top of the bed, and said, "Is this the grandfather you are talking about?" But keep in mind that he was a hundred-carat atheist. He fell to his knees, made the cross, and kissed the icon. I will never forget that moment. I looked at him thinking that it remains to be seen which of us will benefit most from the miracle we had just witnessed ....

It was Saturday. The next day, Sunday, an elderly monk entered the room to visit the patient standing next to me. Everyone who entered was healed and was quickly discharged from the hospital because the saint lived inside. The monk looked at me and asked:

- What problem do you have my son?

- I had heart surgery.

- Everyone here has their people except you, you have no one to visit you? Are you an orphan?

- Yes, I have neither father nor mother.

And he gave me this answer:

- My son, the All-Holy is your Mother and the angels take care of you over your head.

I was taken out of the hospital and continued living. I do not know how my story sounded to you. I was later diagnosed with throat cancer but to this day I have not asked the saint to heal me. Every day I spend time in prayer for the whole world and ... I do not know, maybe it is something very brave but I pray to God that when the time comes to leave this life, Saint Paisi will come and I pray that he will take me from hand in hand and go together…

It is impossible to mention all the miracles that have happened to me since I found them in my life. One time, I accidentally touched a bare electric wire and St. Paisi rescued me again. I can not even describe how much my life has changed since the day this saint entered.

I certainly love my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ more than anything else in this world. My confessional father, Cyril, once said to me: “Clay, God has blessed you so much! I have lived in this monastery since I was a little boy but God has not deemed me worthy of such a precious experience. It is very likely that the Young Man who saved you from hell was Christ himself. He gave you a second chance and extended your days on earth so that you could repent of your sins and come before the Lord with a pure heart.

I know my story may seem like an anecdote to you but I have honestly told you the truth before God. I have really experienced all of these. I have committed all kinds of sins in my life and only from God that I am still alive today.

I was once offered money by Jehovah's Witnesses to solve my financial problems, but I refused. Only Christ will dwell in my house.

I told my story without going into too much detail that will tire you out. The doors of my house are always open to anyone who wants to speak. I do not know how long I will live or how long my heart will continue to beat and surely the moment will come when I will be separated from this life. What I experienced in hell still haunts me like a nightmare and I often wake up from bed in fear in the middle of the night. Those voices still ring in my ears. I'm not afraid of death but I'm afraid of going back to hell. God forbid I end up there again! Have mercy and save O Lord!

In conclusion, I would also like to say something that my wife does not want to hear. Of course, I have to suffer while I am still in this world, but as my favorite saint Saint Paisios said: "Inside the earth and all will be healed". Thank you for listening to me!