Can Uncle Chuckie be scared? Oh yes!
Now I know that may surprise some folks, After all all, I have the reputation of being harder than the brass-bound hubs of Hell, but in the early 1990s I had an experience that shook the crap out of me.
As most of you probably already know, I find Marian apparitions to be a source of great humor. I think they are silly manifestations of an absurd and rather large thoughtform. And that is how I view the events at Medjugorje when I hear first heard about them in the 1980s. They were just, well, funny and the hordes of idiots, fools and sundry morons making that uncomfortable trip was just proof that the world was populated by idiots, fools and sundry morons.
Anyway, I was bored one day and I got the idea into my head that it might be fun to have a look at this latest nonsense, so I procured without haggling a photograph of the room where this apparition was said to occur and set up a machine and a helmet to look into it. Then I put on the helmet.
Then I unplugged the helmet and threw it across the room.
Then I ran into the bathroom and threw up!
What I saw was something out of H. P. Lovecraft's worst nightmare. It made Uncle Cthulhu look pretty by comparison. I was expecting the usual, some over-dressed street whore in a funny hat, the usual manifestation of that thoughtform. What I got was a monster from the Pit of Hell.
Try to imagine a human body made out of worms, not covered with worms but literally made of them, all crawling, with several big empty eyes, just black, eye-shaped holes of energy. And it feeding through those eyes, feeding on the devotion of the fools who thought it to be a manifestation of the divine.
And it hated humans. It saw them as food.
It still sees them as food.
Does Hell have a face? Yes it does. I saw that face. I saw it in Medjugorje.