I died, went to hell and Christ brought me back

good morning

My name is Mitsis Argyris and I live in Kilkis in Megali

Faucet. I decided today to

I am telling you about an experience I had

I discussed it with my spiritual Elder Cyril and I

he said that it is good, my Argyris, to tell the world. Obviously

some of you will mock me

but if one of the 199 believes

what I will say I will have done something good, I will have saved a soul.

I struggled and thought about it

too much to say what I have experienced because

is something that may be to some

to look too crazy.

But I have the power to prove all this

where will I see Anyone dare to me

say that dude that seems excessive

i have the power and papers and everything

to prove it. I was a human being

who lived illegally, I worked at night

on the bouzoukis. I had a really bad one

life and from morning till night only

what I did was to curse Christ and the Virgin Mary

I didn't believe in anything

some point

I had a heart attack

and I went to Papageorgiou hospital. Over there

there is a man called Mosialos Lampros is

director of hemodynamics. So we decided

let's do a coronary angiography and see what happens.

I continue like this

Even by the time I got in there I was cursing

Christ and the Virgin I said to him come down

I confront you with words I don't want to say

and why it's so bad. So at some point

the Kanan people did coronary angiography

and they told me all your arteries are silver

it's rubbish. We have to do you

balloon and stent angioplasty

So we started doing what the doctor said.

I was awake drugged from the waist down

At some point guys I started to lose the ground under them

my legs all started to get dark and dizzy

That was it, I closed my eyes and

I left, left and went somewhere else.

Where I went

it was dark

souls around me cry out

in my ears "help" and "mercy"

it smelled bad, someone was hitting me

I felt a strong burning in my right hand

I just want to explain to you exactly how

is. It's like someone to.... is to

you live in a room with the lights off,

someone has shut your mouth and the

nose to not be able to breathe, voices

to scream in your ears. The voices

which I heard began to shout and say

"Mercy, help, save us, take us from here"

Then I knew I was in hell

I realized it was me but no

I had no body, no arms, no legs

nothing. I made my head like that

and I saw that I had no body and nothing.

some point

two red eyes came across here looking at me

and he tells me loud and thunderous "Finally you came I was waiting for you

I'm so-and-so." He told me his name,

is the name of the devil, I do not want to

I am reporting it. I want to keep this

inside me The real name of the devil.

He then started beating me brutally

burning my right hand unbelievably.

They grabbed me by the neck, they beat me.

it is an experience that I wish I could write about

and if I had you see her I believe that 24

24 hours a day you would be on your knees

and you would ask God to help you.

Of course I try to tell my story quickly

because if I sit down to tell everything in every detail

it is a product of confession and some

things are good to keep for myself too.

then Well into my despair

for the first time in my 48 years I started to

I'm shouting God they are helping me I believe you take me out of here

and then

I saw a light coming towards me

the amount of go away And I fear the darkness was leaving

a young lad stood in front of me

blond hair with a blond beard and green eyes

his hand grabbed my head and said

don't be afraid i'm here

And then suddenly I opened my eyes

and I was back in the operating room

With the sheet covered over the face

my. I was clinically dead for three minutes.

The doctors in the corner, I could hear them

they say "how are we going to tell his wife..."

I lifted the sheet and said,

where are you guys what's going on

I'm here, I'm alive. My doctor, Kostas, with Giorgos

Grammar they ran over me, treated me, carried on

the operation without

they can believe what has been done.

They patted me down and took me up to the unit.

They took me up to the unit

and that's where the suffering begins now

The doctor comes up, he says to me, Argyris, you know that you were

dead three minutes? Hey George, I don't know if I was dead

but i know i went somewhere My doctor is an atheist,

he doesn't believe in anything, he only believes in his science.

So when they took me upstairs, I felt incredible

pain in my right leg and right

my hand But incredible pain. Stinging.

I was approached by a girl who was

nurse to give me something to nibble on, to eat

he turns and tells me, this is in your hand

when did you do it; I turn my head and

I see in my hand a burn like a crown,

like a wreath and above three sixes

three sixes which

I brought them from where I was back.

My doctor knows me very well.

She knows I've done a lot of bad things to her

my life but I never got involved

with satanism and things like that.

Argyri tells me I can't explain this thing.

At that time I met a man who

he believed in God a lot. And on my 4th day

they gave me the discharge to leave. My hand does not

i could lift it up and it smelled bad.

Burning, burning sixes, sixes. I

I still don't understand what happened to me.

I think I went to hell. Because I can not

to believe that this was something else. It tells me

so the particular person, let him be

well where is the lad, Dimitrakis,

"I will come and take you and I will take you to

a monastery and there we will see what will happen."

I tell him, O Dimitri, what stupid monasteries these are

you say; Even at that time, my faith was almost impossible.

But I omitted to say something. Just before I got out of the hospital like

I was lying in the unit,

Right in front of me, I won't forget it

It had a small image.

the eyes

of this Saint they looked at me at

eyes mine. I called the nurse

and I say to her, please can you

can you bring me that picture so I can see it?

He brought me this picture

Forgive me for my agitation

It was Saint Paisios.

So when I got out of there we went to

a monastery, I don't want to mention it

name of the monastery nor the

Old man who is inside. We went in, with

listen, I confessed for the first time

in my life. When I got in what I wanted

was to smash them all

monks. I was seeing raso and it was driving me crazy.

And really these people three days and three nights

by prayer, by the power of love and by strength

of the living God, the evenings were difficult

he was coming, banging on doors, screaming

"leave Argyris, Argyris is mine."

The old man says to me, or where will you

I'm doing well or I'll die with you.

An old man who is serious

man, most dignified and would not enter

never bother to lie and to

craft such a story.

So I confess to you, on the third day I woke up

in the morning and they were almost gone

from my hand the sixes and this one

wreath that had been created by burning

what they did to me where I was

because there they beat me, burned me, my

they did various things. The smell, smell. The

my hand I couldn't lift it up.

And then Dimitrakis came to see me and his

I say, Dimitri, I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to take me to Souroti. Where the saint sleeps.

There a second miracle occurs which

I really can't explain it.

Dimitris picks me up, we go to

Souroti and I see a crowd of people.

But before we went to the grave, he had a little house

and outside there were some nuns together

with the abbess. Then the abbess calls me

and he tells me, come! I mean, are you talking to me?

He says, yes. Aren't you Argyris?

I say, but how do you know? I say, Dimitris, you told them you would

are we coming? He says, no, Argyris, they don't know anything."

The abbess tells me, the Saint

he told us that you will come, come with me

and he takes me to his grave and tells me

come, worship your father's grave.

I worshiped the tomb

I kissed the Cross

and there the third miracle takes place.

I'm marching to go beyond, down

to leave, to go out into the street, to the outside

The abbess tells me, come with me and

I am honored to have him take me

where the saint sat, in

this little chair, in the bed where she was sleeping

Sorry. And I say to the abbess,

you know how much I love him

and he answers me

You see him

since then

I renounced everything, I live a poor life

Christ dwells in my house.

But above all dwells the saint.

Saint Paisios who is Saint to you

for me he is my elder, my father.

I started living a completely different life

Every moment, every minute is next to you

my, i know it, i feel it, he advises me

When they passed

six months from this procedure,

in these six months I lived

with the saint always with me

in my soul and in my heart,

at some point I had a major setback.

Once again I was taken by ambulance,

they took me to the hospital again, at

Papageorgiou, in cardiac surgery.

They brought me back, the doctor came

and he says to me "Argyri, look at me

look, we have to do urgently

open heart surgery'.

I'll tell you exactly what's going on.

You have two days to live if you stay like this. If you

operate you have a 10% chance of getting out alive

and you will not die. Your situation is

tragic". I say, George, leave me alone for 10 minutes

to decide and I will tell you what I will do. Then like

I had sat on the bedside table, I had put it next to me

me the icon of the Saint and someone with

my ear as if he said to me "go ahead, don't be afraid".

Then I call George and his

I say, George, let's go to the surgery and

you won't be alone. He says to me, what do you mean Argyris? Along with you

someone else will operate and hold your hands. We entered

in surgery with a 10% survival rate. The operation lasted 13

hours and something. They took me out, me

they went to the unit. In the unit above,

in Intensive Care, I don't know how

exactly... I woke up at some point and no

I could breathe, I understood

that I was intubated. He ran

a doctor, a nurse, they took the rubber out of my neck.

They tell me, things are not good for you. The surgery

she's a little weird. We can not

let's say everything went perfectly.

You should at least sit down

three or four days here and there

we will take you down and you will have

on you ten days the machines".

And then it happened

another miracle in my life. It was my first

contact now with my Saint, with my father.

As I was lying down I was looking at the ceiling and suddenly I felt a

a scent like sanctification approaching me

and scent the whole room.

And then above my head I saw him

Saint and says to me "Get up you lazy

what are you lying about! You are fine! come on

get up, let someone else come and lie down."

I honestly challenge anyone who wants to

prove this with papers and testimony

a great scientist. In two days

they took off all the machines and I walked.

The doctor couldn't figure out what was going on. Simply

when he went down on the second day, because I was taken down

and ordered all the machines to be removed from me,

everything was perfect as if I hadn't even had surgery.

He came to my bed at one point, looked at the bedside table

and he says to me, is this the grandfather you were talking about?

Heed what I will tell you, an Atheist man. I tell him, He!

He then did the following guys. Kneel down

he made the cross and kissed the image.

And I turn around and tell him, I won't forget it,

after all, which of the two operated on the other? Who

of the two did he do the other well? It was Saturday.

The very next day on Sunday, one had come

old monk to visit someone next to me.

What was going on inside my chamber, whoever

he would come and get well and leave. In there

lived the Saint. Then this monk entered

and his eyes fell on me and mine

he says boy what have you done I say, open

heart. Everyone had people there and you didn't

do you have anyone, he tells me? I say, I don't have either

mother nor anyone. And he answers me the following

You, my boy, have a mother, the Virgin Mary, and more than that

your head is Angels watching over you.

I got out of here.

Today I live this life that I live. I do not know

what did you think of all that I told you?

I have been diagnosed with throat cancer.

To date I have not asked

never from the Saint to make me well.

From the bottom of my soul, that's all I ask of him every time

which I pray, first of all, that he will be well

world and secondly if it is not selfish what his

I ask, when the time comes to

let him come and get me himself.

He will take my hand and take me with him. Today that I live

I adore him more than anything else in this world. This Saint

I love him and every moment and minute he is by my side, they have

too many little things happen

that if I sit down and recount them

we will eat incredible time. Things happen to me that…

… put my hands on power lines

and that the electricity doesn't strike... I can't

to sit and think about what has happened in life

me since the Saint came into my life

This man is now

Saint, is an Elder who

it's my whole life. But above all I love Christ.

Because my old man, I'll say his name, never mind,

Cyril turned and said the following to me: Argyri, you are

blessed my boy. I've been here since I was a baby

and I did not have the happiness to live such an experience.

This young man, he tells me, obviously

it will be Christ who sent you back

he gave you a second chance.

To come here, to go through what you go through,

so you can clean up and leave

spotless in the other world. I know that all

this sounds totally crazy but you guys

I speak honestly and tell the truth. This

lived. A most delinquent man who

today I live the blessing of Christ and his

Sir. I have been approached by several people

Jehovah's Witnesses, help me financially

to solve my problems.

No, he will live in my house

forever, forever Christ

and Old Paisios. Of course the Old Man

Paisios also lives with her

my heart, he is always by my side

I told my story quickly so that

Don't bore me, I don't want to go into too much

great details and I tell you that

anyone who wants and has an open mind

and wants to contact me, no

I have absolutely no problem doing it.

But I would like to say the following. I do not know

this cancer that will take me. I do not know

if my heart can bear it At some point I will definitely leave

I will sleep. Everything I lived through haunts me

to this day, I jump out of bed.

I can't handle it, it's unbelievable

tragic. Those voices are still in my ears.

And no I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid

but where will I go? Alas if I dare and

I go there again. May God have mercy on me and

don't send me there again And ending...

I want to say something that makes my wife angry when she hears it.

All that I have and ache and suffer

I will say something that my father Saint Paisios used to say

in the soil all will be healed.

Guys, thanks for listening.