I Was Struck by Lightning!

I Was Struck by Lightning!

At the age of 22, I was struck by lightning while driving and was in hell for about 15 minutes. During that time, an angel of God drove my car!

I WAS DEAD AND SAW HELL – My Life Testimony
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For a long time, due to trauma, I had forgotten much of my journey to hell. However, during my time in Italy, memories returned piece by piece through deliverance.
Testimony from Italy

A Small Glimpse into My Childhood

Not only memories of hell, but also other events from my childhood came back to me. Since then, I can remember seeing Jesus / Yeshua and angels by my bed as a small child.

My mother was 18 years old when I was born in 1958. Soon I had a stepfather who rejected me and through whom I experienced terrible things. At the age of five, I went to Sunday school every week. That’s where Jesus (Yeshua) became real to me, and whenever I felt unseen, I would pray to Him. I cried often in bed, because I was not allowed to cry in front of my stepfather. Trying to cry would have only brought more beatings.

Matthew 18:6
"But if anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea."

Isaiah 40:11
"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young."

Revelation 7:17
"For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."

Revelation 21:4
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."

My Childhood Experiences

I was 5½ years old when I was living with Grandma and was supposed to visit my mother together with my 6-year-old friend. Grandma took us to the bus, and my mother picked us up in Velmeden. My little brother Thomas had just been born. Unfortunately, he was physically and mentally disabled. From stories I’ve heard, my stepfather kicked my mother in the belly during her pregnancy, and Thomas had a severe case of pneumonia at six weeks old—this may have caused his disability. Thomas passed away in 2012 during Yom Teruah. I will see him again soon.

Anyway, on that day, I was supposed to stir the oat porridge for my brother on the coal stove. My mother was arguing with her husband, and my friend Annette sat with me at the table. We both became very frightened. Suddenly, my stepfather stood up and hit me in the face for no reason, causing me to fall against the stove.

My friend quickly came to help me up, and then we ran out of the apartment. Nearby was a farm, and since I knew the farmer’s wife, we sought refuge with her. My friend and I waited there briefly until the bus to Großalmerode arrived.

As a child, I couldn’t understand why I had to live with my mother again months later, even though my stepfather hated me and my mother did nothing when her husband beat me. As I got older, my grandma told me the reason: it was because of the half-orphan’s pension I received from my deceased father. My mother and her husband had little money—they needed my pension and child benefit.

Once a week, on Saturdays, I got a salami sandwich to eat. Saturdays were always special to me. Otherwise, I ate bread with jam, or just butter with salt or sugar. To drink, I got vinegar water with sugar.

How happy I was back then to get a chocolate bar, or when I received my doll newly knitted by Grandma for my birthday. My life has taught me gratitude—something that, sadly, most Christians today are missing.

Starting School!

On April 21st, 1965, I started school in Velmeden. A few months later, I was allowed to live with my grandmother for a short time before I had to change schools again and return to my mother. By the 4th grade, I had to change schools five times. Two short school years occurred, and I had to repeat the 3rd grade at my mother's request.

At the age of 8, I ran away from home for the first time and sought refuge with my grandmother.

Most of my childhood I was allowed to live with my grandmother. The few years I lived with my mother and stepfather were cruel for me. At 8 years old, I began planning to run away from my mother. We lived in Velmeden, and I went to school in Rommerode. One day I planned to escape—while still in bed, I thought about how I could do it.

After school, I hid behind a school bus and waited until it was out of sight, then I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, with my school bag on my back. While walking on the highway, I was terrified—afraid that my stepfather would come, grab me, and beat me black and blue.

Crying and praying, I walked to Großalmerode. I pleaded with Jesus / Yeshua to show me the way to Grandma’s, since she had moved and I didn’t know where she now lived. As if my angel had taken me by the hand, I walked straight to her—despite never having walked there alone before, and never that distance on a highway. Jesus / Yeshua answered my cry. I found Grandma’s new home—and she was there. I didn’t have to wait outside a locked door, which was another fear of mine.

I begged her to hide me. I never wanted to leave her again. That afternoon, my mother and her husband came. When the doorbell rang, my little heart pounded in fear. My grandmother hid me under the bed. Though the bedroom door was locked, I could hear everything. My stepfather shouted again for “the bastard.” His loud voice, the hateful words—everything terrified me even more. But thanks to the grace of our Lord Jesus / Yeshua, I didn’t have to leave. I was allowed to stay a few more months with Grandma before being sent back to my mother.

School and Homework

I must have been around 9 years old when I had to live with my mother again. I never had much time to play. After school, I had to help around the house and had barely any time left for homework. Since my stepfather came home from work at 5 p.m., I wasn’t allowed to do any homework after that. Because of this, my mother would wake me up around 5 a.m. to finish the homework. If it got too stressful for her, she did it for me—but sometimes that too resulted in a slap. At school, I got into trouble again whenever homework was missing.

On February 11th, 2018, I was once again shown traumatic scenes from my childhood—things I had forgotten. I had a dream within a dream, where I saw passages from my early years. Half the night, I was only half-asleep. (Thank God—YAHUWAH—I have since forgotten much of it again.) The experiences were so emotionally devastating that I am grateful I can only recall fragments.

I must say this up front: it was a dream, and I can’t remember the events themselves. In one scene, I saw myself with a wide strip of gray tape over my mouth. I don’t know if my hands were tied. I only remember the indescribable fear—and my drunken stepfather.

In another scene, I saw myself reaching out to my mother for protection, grabbing her arm. My stepfather suddenly screamed: “You bastard! Get your filthy hands off Margret.” That triggered a memory—one I could recall both in the dream and in real life.

I was living with my grandmother and must have been about 12. My mother came to visit with my baby sister, just a few weeks old. I walked my mom to the bus, helping her with the stroller. Just before we reached the bus stop, my stepfather pulled up in his car, yelling from the window: “You dirty bastard, get your hands off that stroller!” I was overcome with fear, let go, and ran as fast as I could.

In the dream, I relived that fear. Then I saw myself talking to my website visitors—roughly saying: “Brothers and sisters, I can’t endure any more battles. My soul is so wounded. I can’t go on.” I also mentioned the article I had updated and re-posted on February 10, 2018.

In that dream, I also referred to the testimony of a former Satanist that I’ve been sharing for years to remind you. I also remember speaking about my failing health and pleading for your intercession. I begged Christians to stop fighting against me because I was at my limit. When I woke up, I could only recall those parts of the dream—the worst parts faded again from memory.

I Was Rarely Allowed to Play with Other Children

If I ever did get to play, my stepfather would call me inside as soon as he returned from work. He hated that “the bastard” could walk and play, while his biological son was disabled and could not. He would shout from the window... “Ulrigge!”—his hateful version of my name, Ulrike. “Get in here now!” Once inside, I had to sit silently on a chair by the coal stove until bedtime. I couldn’t even go to the toilet without raising my hand, like in school. I wasn’t allowed to eat unless I first asked for permission.

I remember my sixth birthday when I was discharged from the hospital after a tonsil operation—on December 26, 1964. Even the hospital was kinder to me than my mother and her husband. My mother baked a cake for my birthday, and my grandmother brought me new clothes. But my stepfather came home drunk, grabbed the cake, and threw it against the pantry wall. He said, “That bastard doesn’t need cake!”

My grandmother had also bought me a new winter coat as a birthday gift. But my stepfather forbade her from giving it to me. “That bastard doesn’t need new clothes. He can wear old hand-me-downs!” So Grandma took the coat back. It broke my heart every time she had to leave. I would cry for a long time afterward, begging her, “Grandma, please don’t leave me here. I want to live with you again.”

Yeshua is still bringing memories back to me. One Sunday, my stepfather went to the sports field and then, as usual, to the pub. No wonder my mother never had money—he drank it all away. One day, my mother pounded on the apartment door so hard the windows nearly broke. When my stepfather returned, he pushed her aside and beat me until I passed out in front of the wardrobe. A short while later, I woke up.

Just writing about this brings tears to my eyes. I can’t bear this cruel world and its corrupt, loveless people anymore. You would think Christians would be different—but sadly, most aren’t. Many Christians are just as cold and unloving. It’s no wonder so many will miss the rapture.

The Youth Welfare Office Did Nothing

I never understood why the youth welfare office didn’t help me. After all, they were my legal guardians. I heard my stepfather tell a social worker, “She’s my lightning rod.”

Years ago, I asked the youth office in Hohenlimburg to get my file from Witzenhausen because I wanted to learn more about my late father. They only sent me some copied letters. I was denied access to the full, thick file. That was the first time I told someone that I had also been sexually abused as a child. The woman from the youth office replied, “We already suspected that based on your behavior back then. And your behavior now confirms it.”

I don’t know if you can understand this, but I only know I was sexually abused. The details have vanished from my memory. Thank God. The other memories were horrible enough—I’m thankful I can’t recall those particular events visually.

The reason they gave for withholding the records was that the contents would be too emotionally damaging for me.

Later, I couldn’t believe how youth services function: "Children who are truly endangered aren’t helped, but if the parents are devout Christians living biblically, the office might take their children away. And people like me—well, our children are taken away even faster.”

My Father’s Death

On 27th Nisan 5725 / April 29th, 1965, my father had a terrible accident. He died three days later on May 2nd. Yeshua told me my father found Him on his deathbed. April 29th (27th Nisan) always falls on Holocaust Remembrance Day.

He lay dying for three days. During that time, my mom received a telegram from the hospital. My father wanted to see my mother and me before he passed—to ask for forgiveness. But my stepfather forbade us from visiting.

Eventually, I lost my faith in Jesus. My childhood traumas led me to believe: “If Jesus really existed, He wouldn’t have allowed all this to happen to me.” In my teenage years, I attempted suicide three times—at ages 15, 17, and 19.

Just like in 2018, all that pain came back again on July 12th, 2015—three years earlier. The rejection and hatred from my childhood, and the wave of hatred from many Christians today—it’s unbearable. My soul cannot take any more—from anyone. I just hope Jesus / Yeshua comes soon. I can’t endure this life any longer.

The excerpts from my childhood moved me once again—after many, many years—to take another look at the youth welfare office file that my grandmother had given me on my 18th birthday. As I mentioned before, I was never allowed access to the original file, but what I read in the copy shocked me once again.

The youth office case number that followed me for 18 years was: AV 2727.

Yeshua couldn't speak more clearly: The number 27 and 827 in my life!

In the file, I could even see when I was conceived: March 27, 1958.

Addendum from November 23, 2023: “Gold Under Golgotha” | Shabbat Night Live

The current Shabbat broadcast by Michael Rood, titled Gold Under Golgotha, moved me to write again about the holiness and the great sacrifice Yeshua / Jesus accomplished for us. This broadcast discusses what Ron Wyatt discovered in Jerusalem in 1982.

Last year, in 2022, I already reported on this: The discovery of the Ark of the Covenant by Ron Wyatt.

Under Golgotha lies the Ark of the Covenant, upon which Yeshua’s blood dripped. Many Messianic teachers teach that Yeshua was born at Sukkot (the Feast of Tabernacles) and was conceived at Chanukah. According to Pastor Mark Biltz and other teachers, this would have been on the night of the 27th to the 28th of Kislev—Chanukah—when the angel visited Mary (Miriam).

Therefore, even the date of the 27th in a month is important for the conception of our Redeemer, not just for me, this little light. Once again: The number 27 and 827 in my life!

I want to share something else with you from my archive testimony, once again related to the 27-life rhythm. Back then I wrote:
“Do you want to know when my 27-life rhythm falls on 777 times 27 days?”

If I calculate 777 times 27 days, I arrive at June 3, 2016 / 26th Iyyar. After sunset begins the 27th of Iyyar... and the next day is Jerusalem Day!

On November 21, 2023, I was prompted to change my homepage, where I also uploaded the current audio recording of myself, recorded on that same day.

In the audio, I also mentioned that on November 21, I had reached my 878th 27-day life cycle, and I knew it was a special day.

Strangely enough, the 777 times 27 rhythm was also significant for me back then... I just thought of comparing the difference between then and now.

878 - 777 = 101 times 27

And 101 × 27 = 2727—just like the case number from my childhood file.

That concludes my addendum.

The Last Suicide Attempt

At the age of 19, I got drunk in my grandmother’s apartment. My grandma was visiting a friend and was supposed to return much later. But an inner restlessness made her leave earlier than planned.

I couldn’t cope with all the rejections I had experienced in my life—all the events I had lived through. That’s why, while slightly drunk, I took an overdose of tranquilizers. Grandma went to a neighbor’s apartment and called the doctor from her phone. After that, the emergency doctor and ambulance arrived.

I was supposed to be taken to the university hospital in Göttingen, but they said I wouldn’t survive the trip. So instead, I was taken to the hospital in Witzenhausen.

My mother’s sister was the head nurse there. When I regained consciousness, she was standing next to me, speaking with a doctor. I will never forget the words I overheard her say:
“You shouldn’t stop someone who’s traveling.”

My aunt hated me. She was jealous of me because I lived with grandma, and grandma took more care of me than of her own children.

None of my siblings, none of my cousins want anything to do with me today—even though one of my cousins is married to a Protestant pastor and is a believing woman.

My bad behavior!

My Behavior in Youth

My behavior during my youth was terrible. I am still ashamed of it today. The causes of it all were the traumatic experiences of my childhood—they made me who I was.

1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

Colossians 1:21-22
And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight.

1 John 2:1,12
My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous... I am writing to you, dear children, because your sins have been forgiven on account of His name.

Acts 10:43
All the prophets testify about Him that everyone who believes in Him receives forgiveness of sins through His name.

Struck by Lightning!

Back to the accident I mentioned earlier—when I was struck by lightning. That experience made it absolutely clear to me that life after death is real. Just the thought that friends and family members might end up in hell fills me with deep sorrow.

It was summer, the night of June 13–14, 1981. I was driving home from a party around 2 a.m. during a thunderstorm. The seatbelt of my VW Beetle was hanging out the passenger door, grounding the vehicle.

Suddenly, my entire car lit up. A bolt of lightning struck, and I immediately thought: “This is the end, I’m going to die.” In that very second, I screamed, “Jesus, help me! I don’t want to die yet!”

Psalm 50:15
Call on Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor Me.

Psalm 91:15
He will call on Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.

Then I left my body. I saw myself at the wheel, my hands charred. I shot through a tunnel at tremendous speed—it was like a narrow throat, yet I didn’t touch the sides. The short time I spent down there was so terrifying that I can hardly find words for it.

At the end of the tunnel stood a large black gate bearing the inscription:
“Welcome to Hell.”

Demons greeted me and led me into a huge waiting hall. The cries of people calling out to Jesus disturbed me the most. These were people who had never truly read the Bible to understand that saying "yes" to Jesus just once is not enough to enter heaven. That belief is a lie, even taught in many churches.

I saw dark hallways full of overwhelming fear. The figures I saw there were worse than anything in a horror movie. Now I know—they were demons.

Like soldiers, they marched past me with people between them, screaming in terror and pain.

The stench was unbearable—it made breathing extremely difficult. I saw countless snakes. To this day, I panic when I see snakes.

Then I saw a lake that looked like the inside of a volcano. I saw people cursing in agony and crying out for Jesus. I was, thankfully, only allowed to see the lake of fire from a distance.

Doesn’t it already hurt to imagine burning your hand on a stove, iron, or lighter? Now imagine the pain in the place I just described!

People were thrown into pits from which there was no escape. Demons stood around the edges, hurling spears at them. Those who were hit screamed in piercing pain, cursing loudly. I, too, was struck by one of those spears.

I felt pain all over my body—pain like I had never known. Snakes crawled everywhere, terrifying the people. I still get sick remembering it.

No one should believe there is any conversation in hell. Everyone is consumed by their own endless torment.

In hell, there are fears unknown to earth. What saddens me most is that I saw so many sleeping, unforgiving Christians there. This is the final hour—we must wake up!

What grace it was that Jesus met me in that place! He has the most loving voice, the most beautiful eyes, and a smile beyond description. His robe shone with an unimaginable light. He is love itself—there are no words great enough. He sent me back to my body with the command to testify of what I had seen. In the meantime, an angel had driven my car to my grandmother’s house.

My Old Hometown – Großalmerode

There, I suddenly found myself back in my body. When I regained consciousness, I started screaming: “I was struck by lightning—I was dead and in hell!” Soon, several neighbors in their pajamas were gathered around me. At first, they didn’t believe me—until one noticed that some plastic parts in the car had melted, and the seatbelt was still hanging from the passenger door.

A Brief Time of Repentance

Unfortunately, my turning to Jesus (Yeshua) lasted only a short while before I fell back into my old sinful life.

For my confirmation, a deeply believing great-aunt gave me a New Testament—which I had never read until then. I began reading the Bible from the beginning. I remember being confused at the time about why the same stories appeared in different Gospels.

I reached out to the “Frohe Botschaft” Mission in Großalmerode, where I connected with other believers my age. For a year, I didn’t go to any discos and had very little contact with my old friends. From then on, I went to the Evangelical Church every Sunday and attended a weekly home group.

Sadly, I later slipped back into my sinful life. But Jesus (Yeshua), in His faithfulness, brought me back—back to Him.

Everything I experienced during the years in between I’ve written down in various testimonies. The photo below was taken nearly three years after my near-death experience in hell. Just a few days later came:

My Flight into the Unknown!

Humility!

How important humility is to Jesus (Yeshua), He showed me in a vision.

I saw a room that was completely dark. The walls were covered in black wallpaper, and there was no light there. The people in this room (I’m certain Jesus was showing me Christians) were disoriented and helpless.

Right next to this room was another room, which could be entered through an open door. This room had precious, colorful, and radiant wallpaper. It was so bright that even from the dark room, one was dazzled by its light.

But there was something about that door—it was so low that you could only enter that beautiful room by crawling. Sadly, I saw that no one was willing to crawl like a child to enter it.

That’s the point: many Christians stand in darkness, with the light right in front of them, but they are not willing to humble themselves before Jesus (Yeshua), and so they remain in darkness.

That again means separation from God and blocks the path to heaven for anyone who is unwilling to humble themselves. Jesus (Yeshua) is calling for repentance and longs even more for our love!

Do not reject His final call, because in doing so Jesus shows us that He doesn’t just love—He is LOVE! He is warning through many of His children all over the world. The time is near, and God will pour out His full wrath on this earth.

The Rapture!

When Jesus returns… This is a very old audio recording I uploaded over 10 years ago. In this audio, there are short pauses—so you have to wait a bit; we had converted it from a cassette to a CD. Only in German:  Wenn Jesus wiederkommt

I just re-uploaded the audio!

On August 14, 2005, I had an experience that changed my entire life. This experience was a preparation for me to be ready for the Rapture. Preparing for the Rapture is no different than receiving a terminal diagnosis from a doctor. You must begin to part with this world mentally and allow yourself to be prepared for eternity.

My Experience!

I saw many people being caught up into heaven. I myself felt someone grab me around the waist, and instantly I was lifted at high speed through the ceiling of our house and into heaven.

My thoughts at the moment of the Rapture were simply: “Unbelievable!” I didn’t feel the ceiling of our house at all.

Once in heaven, Jesus (Yeshua) told me I had been granted grace to return to the earth for three more days to warn the Christians. Because many Christians will miss the Rapture—many are proud and lack the fear of God.

Shortly afterward, I was back on earth. Let me tell you what I saw.

I heard the trumpet sounding—the one that announces the coming of the Savior to finally bring home His bride. With horror, I saw how many Christians would not be part of the Rapture, even some well-known TV preachers.

It was dark outside, even though it should have been day. Imagine walking through a park at dusk, alone, hearing eerie voices from all directions—that’s exactly how it felt. It was immediately clear to me that the situation on earth was this way because the Holy Spirit was no longer present. Now, everyone could see the demons with their own eyes. People screamed in terror.

After this experience, I felt a deep sorrow that so many would be left behind. Just the thought that many won’t believe me makes me want to cry. Due to lack of knowledge, lukewarmness, sexual immorality, witchcraft, hostility, strife, jealousy, fits of rage, envy, disputes, rivalry, intrigues, disunity, division, adultery, drunkenness, gluttony, rejection of fellow believers, lack of love… many Christians will be left behind. (See Paul’s letter to the Galatians, 5:16–21.) Paul is speaking to Christians here.

In the following years, I saw the Rapture several more times—along with the outbreak of World War III at the same time. You can find more about that in the section on my visions.

Brothers and sisters, believe me—hell is a very real place. And if we don’t shed these traits and let Jesus (Yeshua) cleanse us so we can stand before Him in white garments, we will certainly end up in that place! Every Christian who does not walk in humility will miss the Rapture.

Sadly, there are people who claim my testimony is a lie. What can I say? I would have to be more than foolish to spread lies, knowing where liars end up.

Revelation 21:8
But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.

Just imagine—eternity, never-ending, in a lake of fire. To put it more clearly: imagine swimming in a lava lake for all eternity. White lava reaches temperatures over 1,200°C. That’s not a place I want to spend eternity. The pain must be unimaginable.

Jesus / Yeshua Himself warned us when He said that if everyone speaks well of us, something is wrong. Look what He says:

Luke 6:26
Woe to you when everyone speaks well of you, for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets.

Where Will You Be?

Come to the Lord today and do not grieve the Holy Spirit any longer—tomorrow may be too late. Heaven is not the only reality—I know from personal experience that hell is no fairy tale. It is REAL too!

If you were to die today and aren’t sure whether you’d go to heaven, then give your life to Him now and say the following prayer:

Prayer

Lord Jesus (Yeshua), I open the door of my life to You alone and accept You as my Lord and Savior.

I believe that You are the Son of the living God, JAHUWAH, and that You died for my sins. I agree that I am a sinner and in need of Your forgiveness. Thank You for forgiving me of my sins. Thank You for showing me how important I am to You.

Take full control of my life and make me the person You want me to be.

I give You my life from now on.

Amen.

Shalom
Ulrike Veronika Barthel

Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.