Okay so I posted my whole story in another thread several days ago buts it's long, so I'll give you a tidbit of the story as my evidence. I realize that my statement cannot be 100 percent determined as truth but based on my subjective experience with it, I have little doubt. BTW, thank you and others for being encouraging in your responses.
So now the tidbit: So I spent a large chunk of my adult life as a vile militant atheist and I've not only said and thought atrocities against God and Christians but I was sold into with my heart. I feel I did worse than the Pharisees did when Christ warned them of Blasheming the Holy Spirit. Hell is what drove me away into Atheism because I couldn't bare the idea of my Dad amd others being there. What I spoke from my mouth amd heart was evil amd Blasphemous for years.
So fast forward till earlier this year, (now remember I've never been saved nor did I believe in God) and I had a heart attack. I knew it was one because I had had one prior but this time was different. As I felt the symptoms I noticed my feet began to burn, hot like being afew inches from a wood stove and it began crawling up towards my knees. I then began to see a lake of fire forming from seemingly nowhere out in front of my eyes; there were people bobbing up and down as it moved a bit like an ocean.
It appeared it was contained in a cavernous place, the walls and ceiling red in color. I then knew what was happening and was over taken by sheer terror, naturally. Them the remarkable happens; a cross decends from above and gently floats back and forth and a voice audibly spoke to me, not in my head but audibly. It said "I died for you". This voice was calm yet firm. So after being ambulated to the hospital and treatment, I got back home. Maybe 3 weeks later I began to hear strange noisy but somehow macabre like druid/middle age Catholic choir like chanting and singing that comes from outside me in the environment and is still there and never stops amd sounds soooo foreboding and is maddening.
Now I want to say I've never been mentally ill, as I was so happy all my life and level headed, no belief in ghosts or demons. Still don't believe in ghosts but I do demons. At one point before the sounds started when I'd text a friend something innocuous like "my truck battery is dead" my auto correct would replace it with "my punishment". I wouldn't even notice until they replied "huh!?"