We pass and he looks at the ceiling of his dungeon as if beholding Allah his face expressing concern that his friend should abandon him, then from this angle his face is a mass of wrinkles and creases betraying his great age.

The path proceeds to the outer most branches of the Zaqqum Tree described in the Koran and the home for the recidivists of Hell, a recent arrival a young male person is sobbing uncontrollably he would have been a nice looking young man in his day, ironically not unlike a small version of Satan himself who is doing his time as described just a couple of meters away.

The Warden touches him lightly between the shoulder blades at the back, and he lifts his tear stained face to see what wondrous soul could have shown him kindness here, the other residents of this place crowd along the path crying "touch us .. look upon us" and although they are crowded together none are actually touching, and nowhere in Hell do the fallen provide comfort to each other.

Philemon produces a whisk from his cloak and whips the souls away from the path where the lash falls so do the fallen know such marvelous comfort, here the way narrows and at this place the tree dwellers are covered with thick dust attesting to the very great length of time of their stay.

Our way is now past the Zaqqum Tree we have come to another place called The Outer Darkness the home of mortal women, a vast plain with row upon row of lost souls, up this end and close by they are in more or less pristine condition back further and signs of wear .. then right down the back really badly worn corpses eyeballs gone hair, skin, bone and sinew.

We go left our way has taken us around a large pillar where the path runs parallel to the front row of femme corpses, and we come to the ladies place of judgment under the ferry landing, thus for the underground river the boat and the ferryman was illusion, the blue green water is now an undulating layer of imps succubi tethered to and feeding upon the fallen, the ferry is now a stony place with one hundred and two reciting the Rosary nonetheless,

The ferryman like the demons in the other place consists of two like beings Gog and Magog, one perched upon the others shoulders the upper asleep the lower alert, the ferryman's pole now a support for the upper slumbering demon the ticking of the clock in this place is when they change places, on the upper level the ladies destined to undergo Hell enter.

Here the pale green light of another of the guards and the fake hospital bed with its two demon attendants prevent hysterics, providing the illusion to the newly arrived and damned woman that she is to be conveyed to some sanatorium place, and a construct not unlike an aquarium .. the woman's perspective is she dies on Earth testimony says she will be drawn down a tube past an exit leading to a happy place.

The way becomes cold, then colder and colder and tighter and tighter until form and substance is achieved, she is delivered intact and unharmed into the aquarium like enclosure, though she can move and breathe there is very little room to move her feet it is very cold .. in an adjacent place in a fore described dwelling Chablis the Devil of the Darkness stirs, maybe four meters long tip to tip lean in human shape and going on all fours.

Pointed chin and long crescent moon face his eyes are tiny peepers at the inner end of conical eye sockets, open mouthed he does not seem possessed of a tongue no tail visible .. he flows across the stone and up the slope glancing from the top into the aquarium, he reaches with his left hand and finds a device seen in the possession of the Joker in a pack of cards, a stick with the three pointed star and a painted face.

A Marotte is a prop stick with a carved head on it typically carried by a jester or harlequin, the miniature head will often reflect the costume of the jester who carries it.

Their hats were especially distinctive made of cloth they were floppy with three points called liliripes each of which had a jingle bell at the end. Wikipedia. In this document the ironies of Hell are described, from the perspective of the woman who is about to be cast into Hell the Devil's marotte resembles in both detail and legend Humpty Dumpty, and like in the verse he is sitting upon a wall.

The Devil tweaks his wrist and Humpty's arms and head piece wave this attracts the horrified attention of our woman, his other arm reaches in past an airlock, he is a monstrous creature and takes hold of her by the waist, his touch is freezing and like the passengers on the Titanic that jumped into the icy North Atlantic she suffers Diaphragmatic Paralysis inducing a condition known as Dyspnea, she is unable to either inhale or exhale.

He then pulls her thru an opening that is altogether too small and placing the marotte back beside the aquarium structure, he inspects his prey like King Kong and Monica Stevens in the movie KK, then like Vida Blue at Yankee Stadium he pitches her head first into the solid stone of the central pillar of Hell, the target zone well defined by splatter marks, she slams into the column and slides down the almost vertical slope before crashing semi conscious into Hell proper.

Dazed and disoriented she hears the clip clop of cloven hooves and the approach of a monstrous creature horned and hoofed, another faun the identical twin of the critter that racks up the sinners in the fire, not ungently he picks her up and takes her to the place where she is to hear the judgment, and to be joined onto a vast chain of women's bodies.

The first time here first left turn past the Zuqqum tree walking with the Warden of Hell along past a long row of women, bodies all crouched holding hands two in from the end and there's Mum.

She died under aggravated circumstances in 1980 there were signs of a struggle part of the door frame was broken, even as though someone was hanging on with finger and nail yet dragged away and killed, Father drew one's attention to it and said he did it in his grief.

I was working as a tower rigger on a ninety seven meter tower in the Queensland town of Dalby, the groundy radioed the tower that the local police wished to talk, they said ring home and Father told me she had passed away thru the night, he would not let me view her body.

I wanted o see whether her fingers were bruised, prior to his own death in 1993 I told him that before any reconciliation could take place he would have to tell me again about how he should not have let me live, this was after presenting me with the bodies of the aborted twins in 1959.

He went into Hell praising God totally fooled by the illusory doorman and the Fire Devil's hand stick, so while I was camped out overnight in the back blocks of Hell twenty one years had passed on Earth .. she did not look any different a bit tense is all, I did not dwell on her circumstances and continued the tour.

Here the racker up of the dead picks them up by their elbows after they have tumbled down after slamming into the stonework, drags them their heels dragging the few meters adjacent to where Philemon customarily stands which is the judgment place of the outer darkness, a soft golden light shaped like a television screen appears and the wrong doer will see just what has gotten her into Hell.

An elegant African lady is in the hands of the monster as we approach she is transfixed at the images in the light, the gentle touch of the giant has relieved the symptom of dyspenia and canceled the diaphragmatic paralysis caused by the chill touch of the Devil, "no" she says "no .. no-oooo," the last breath in she took was in the breathable air of the aquarium, that breath frozen in her body till now.

She breathes in and is paralyzed by a symptom resembling Carbon Dioxide Paralysis of the Respiratory System and collapses at the knees, he locks her hand and fingers to the woman on her left and a tremor goes thru the whole of the outer darkness as the slack is taken in, and the place at the front is ready for the next customer, she is not long in arriving.

It is a malnourished looking peroxide blond with close cropped hair, you might see her at a pro abortion rally or voting for Hillary Clinton, she starts screaming "I don't believe ..I don't believe," until she runs out of puff and locks up and gets locked in.

The next is a small dark Woman in her late years from some Mediterranean place, within the light high top limo's from a bygone era and an assassination outside of an immigrant barbershop, she watches smug from an upstairs window across the street, she screams abuse in some home dialect straight into the light the scream dying on her lips as she locks up and joins the chain.

So this is the outer darkness then, having a good look about the ranks of bodies stretched to the horizon in three directions, as the body is racked up and chained on a succubus rises out of the physical entity that was recently a human being walking abroad upon the planet Earth, it first looks like a balloon tethered with a cord down the spine and out of the head of the deceased.

Within the body of the balloon a faun critter like a miniature version of the racker, shaggy haired feral legs and cloven hooves, a curly mop of hair with horns and pointed ears, I would later learn that this being will be the judge at the second judgment .. looking about and taking it all in I tell Philemon it was great and thanks very much for the tour, he says he thought I wanted to see the whole of Hell.