My first experience in the Court of Judges was when the court wasn’t in session. Instead, it had been
converted to a type of lecture hall. It was the most exciting feeling. I always called myself the eternal
student, even living my secular life. But to realize that life after death had continual studies was simply
exhilarating to me! As I sat there, a being addressed the crowd, I wrote it down verbatim in my journal
so as not to forget a single word, “You are here because you have been called to be a judge in your
realm to bring order to chaos and replicate this system”.

At this stage, I was no more than a teenager. Please remember that not a negative thought is to
be uttered in heaven and every form of communication is through telepathy. Well hearing those words,
the investment banker in me just wanted to leap out and scream, “ARE YOU CRAZY?!? AM I IN A SCI-FI
MOVIE RIGHT NOW?” But desperately wanting to learn, I controlled my thoughts. Remember, not even
a snicker could be entertained, or I would be booted out of heaven. Instead, the magnitude of that
single sentence the lecturer had just uttered was translated into my spiritual being. I simply couldn’t
tolerate such a grandiose statement and found my spirit sliding off my bench. I was clawing into the
wooden bench so as to keep myself in the lecture while simultaneously trying to believe what I had been
appointed to learn.

Still trying to hold on for dear life and not make a spectacle of myself, the lecturer started to
approach me. So as not to think a negative thought, I covered myself in a love bomb (See the strategies
of heaven Gate 3). If you haven’t met me, I have spent a good chunk of my life dealing with people
pleasing, so it was terribly hard for me to come up with a mind-altering alternative to what I was trying
to accomplish. Namely, staying in an insane situation without acknowledging how out of this world the
experience was. Love bombing seemed to be the only way to prolong my stay in this hall. The lecturer
peered down at me and thought, “Why don’t you rather just go and get your scroll today?” To which I
replied, “I already did, it’s Verplexa” – there was a sudden gasp throughout the lecture hall and before I
knew it, I was booted out! To find out why the gasp ensured I was booted out click here to see my “Paint
My Message” encounter with Jeshua as to why this happened.