In Spiritual Bondage

I was inside a room. There were no windows. A very beautiful young boy with blond hair, about the age of ten, was standing in front of me. I knew in my spirit that he was Satan. He had just brought a man into the room. The man was wearing a white robe; he was tall and had a dark beard. Although the boy looked nice, his voice was harsh and accusing. I could not hear his words, but the things he was saying caused the man to cry uncontrollably. I looked to my right and saw a row of beds; there were men and women lying face down, all wearing white robes, and all crying of shame and guilt. There were no shackles on these people, so it appeared they were not there by force, but merely being held in some spiritual bondage by the accusing words of Satan.