The First Book of Enoch: Hell and Purgatory

Previous Chapter: A Vision of Tartarus

These are the names of the holy angels who watch: Uriel, who watches over the world and over Tartarus; Raphael, who watches over the spirits of men; Raguel, who takes vengeance on the world of the luminaries; Michael, who is set over the best part of mankind and over chaos; Saraqael, who is set over the spirits who sin in the spirit; Gabriel, who watches over Paradise, the serpents, and the Cherubim; and Remiel, who God set over those who rise.

From the prison of the errant stars, we returned to a place that was even more horrible. A great fire burnt and blazed there, and the place was cleft by an abyss filled with great descending columns of fire. I couldn’t see its extent or magnitude, nor could I conjecture.

“How frightening this place is and how terrible to look upon!” I said.

“Enoch, why are you frightened?” asked Uriel.

“Because of this fearful place, and because of the spectacle of pain,” I answered.

“This place will be the prison of the angels, and here they will be imprisoned for ever,” Uriel said.

We were joined by Raphael, and travelled back to another place, the mountain of hard rock. There were four hollow places in it, deep, wide, and very smooth.

“These hollow places have been created for the spirits of the souls of the dead to assemble in,”said Raphael. “All the souls of the children of men will assemble here. These places will receive them til the great day of judgment comes upon them.”

I heard the spirit of a dead man pleading for justice, and his voice went up to heaven.

“This spirit that pleas, whose is it, whose voice go forth to heaven?” I asked Raphael.

“It is the spirit of Abel,” he answered, “who was slain by his brother Cain, and he pleads for justice against Cain until Cain’s descendants are obliterated from the face of the earth, and annihilated from among the children of men.”

“Why is one hollow separated from the other?” I asked.

“Three have been made so that the spirits of the dead can be separated,” he replied. “A division has been made for the spirits of the righteous, in which there is a bright spring of water. One has been made for sinners who die and are buried in the earth without having judgment visited on them in their lifetime. Here their spirits are set apart in great pain until the great day of judgment. Then their spirits will face punishment, torment, and retribution, forever cursed and bound. The final division has been made for the spirits of those who plead and make disclosures concerning their destruction, when they were slain in the days of the sinners. They are the spirits of men who were not righteous but who were sinners, complete in transgression, and they shall be companions of the transgressors . But their spirits will not be slain on the day of judgment, nor shall they be raised from where they are.”

“Blessed be my Lord, the Lord of righteousness, who rules for ever,” I prayed.

We were joined by Raguel, and returned to the westernmost ends of the earth. I saw the burning fire which ran without resting, not pausing in its course day or night,”

“What is this stream that never rests?” I asked.

“This course of fire which you see is the fire in the west that torments the luminaries of heaven,” said Raguel.

Joined by Michael, leader of the angels, we crossed a mountain range of fire which burnt day and night, and beyond it I saw the seven magnificent mountains, each different from the other. Their stones were magnificent and beautiful, and they were magnificent as a whole, glorious and fair. Three lay towards the north, one founded on the other, and three towards the south, and they were separated by deep rough ravines, no one of which joined with any other. The seventh mountain was in the middle of these, and it exceeded them in height, resembling the seat of a throne, with fragrant trees encircling the throne. Among them was a tree unlike any I had ever smelled, and it was unlike any of the others. Its fragrance was beyond all fragrance, and its leaves and blooms and wood never withered. Its fruit were beautiful, resembling the dates of a palm.

“How beautiful this tree is, and fragrant, and its leaves are fair, and its blooms delightful in appearance,” I said.

“Enoch, why do you ask me regarding the fragrance of the tree,” said Michael, “and why do you wish to learn the truth?”

“I want to know about everything, but especially about this tree,” I answered.

“This high mountain you see, whose summit is like the throne of God, is His throne. The Holy Great One, the Lord of Glory, the Eternal King, sits here when He comes down to visit the earth with goodness,” he said. “As for this fragrant tree, no mortal is permitted to touch it til the great judgment, when He shall take vengeance on all sinners and bring everything to its final conclusion. Then, it shall then be given to the righteous and the holy. Its fruit shall be the food of the elect. It shall be transplanted to the holy place, the temple of the Lord, the Eternal King. They will rejoice and be glad, and enter the holy place. Its fragrance will permeate their bones, and they shall live a long life on earth, as your forefathers did. In their days, no sorrow, plague, torment, or calamity will touch them.”

“Bless the God of Glory, the Eternal King, who has prepared these things and promised to give to them to the righteous,” I said.

Next Chapter: Wonders of the Earth

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