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 The Courts of Heaven - June 2025

I asked the lord and Holy Spirit to go to the courts of heaven, and if they would take me. “Yes” I sensed. I asked what I should look at, or for what but I sensed ”Just listen.”
I perceived my spirit going, and said a prayer to silence the lies of my thoughts and the voice of the enemy and waited. (elevator music of angels? )
I was with the Lord and I asked, are we in a room? Because I couldn’t see yet. “No”. I sensed we were in the sky, and there was a floor, but no regular ceiling. All the light was from the father. It was pretty magnificent - I could see golden-ish clouds, and in the far distance to my left like a temple that was just glowing with this beautiful white light. 
The court layout was like a regular court only bigger - more like a church, and there was no judge’s seat. It was just an edge like where you would normally go through the gate of where the judge should be it was just a short wall, and then open sky. 

The sky looked bright golden white, and there was a large golden temple off in the distance to my left.

It was announced, “Does the defendant have counsel?“ or similar. I was a bit distracted by the whole situation. The defendant was a dark haired man, sitting down on the front pew. The front-most pew was separate from the rest of the pews behind it. He seemed confused or bewildered. I asked later if he was dead (the first time I asked, Jesus moved his eyes so that I knew to just listen for now) but I was shown it was his spirit that was in court. I got the sense that he is here every day or a lot. He didn’t have counsel at first, because he claimed reasons/innocence. So then the prosecution entered.
They were hideous! I couldn’t look too long as they were disgusting, looking like full of bugs or monstrous slime. They made like clicking or hissing noises, very dark. So I just didn’t look at them. But when they accused the man, he asked if Jehovah could represent him. “Yes. Council will come forward.” 
But no one came forward, it was silent. So the man asked for God, and God said, “He is in the court already“. But the man didn’t perceive that he meant Jesus, who was right beside the man, ready to defend him. The Lord's feet were of flames and fire, and he was hovering a bit off the floor.
So the man again claimed his own reasoning. The prosecution was then able to accuse him. I didn’t want to hear them, so I asked my question again (is the man dead?) I also asked if I could help him somehow. And I was told no, but that this was my job on earth, to witness and minister to these ones.
But I sensed that the man was also like me- past me, present sinner, making excuses like everyone else.
Thank you Jesus, my Lord, savior, friend, father, beloved, approved!!
Jesus is so beautiful. Indescribable. God’s light.
I forgot, during the prosecutions’ first questions/accusations, Jesus shone a light on the man, the light of truth, and what looked like words of metal came out into the light and could be read. Silver words. I couldn’t read them from where I sat. But they became part of the record from what I perceived. This was before he asked for Jehovah.
I understood that if the man had just pled guilty, Jesus could have helped. That’s the only lawyer you want up there. 

 I asked if I could see somebody more important or someone where maybe I didn’t have to look at the awful prosecutors. So we went to a higher court, which I didn’t know there was such a thing, but we went, and there was a man, from the back, he looked like Mark Milley, or some similar general in garb and muscular. I found out that he was very high up in military, and when the records were opened, it was thousands of scrolls, contained in floating chariots (ophanum?) about the stuff that he was being accused of. And once the records were assembled, the man kind of put his head in his hands. I was looking at them and just wondering what was going to happen next when this shadow kind of came around but it was like a black hole and it had like blue lightning in it, and it changed form as it kind of flew in, and it looked like it had wings, but then it was just like a shape. It perched like a huge gargoyle on the pony wall. It was very strange. I asked 'is that a principality?' and I got the sense in my spirit that it was an archon. It was very, very big, and it was like shapeshifting, and it had lightning inside of it, and it was very dark. 
I kinda didn’t wanna be around it anymore, but it was kind of fascinating. When it came in and perched, it screeched in place of talking. It had a screech that was like the world rotor or like a kaiju. 
So I asked if …I had had been having another conversation with the Lord about people being in court in heaven, the first time after they get saved, or when they’re about to get saved, and could I see somebody in court that was just about to get saved.  

So the next case I was taken to was a lady in an orange sweater. I think she had ba’al as her lawyer or molech? I perceived this wasn’t the ‘high’ court anymore, but it was a lady who I sensed had a drug addiction problem but maybe other problems too, but that she apparently was either about to come to Christ or had just come to Christ and I knew this in the pews. Jesus was sitting with me and I knew that she was going to be able to have Jesus as her lawyer so it’s exciting but it didn’t seem like anybody else knew. Court started like normal with, Does the defense have council? And her counselor was already there, but she says, I claim (plead) the blood of Christ. 
So this was the moment we’ve been waiting for, and Jesus got up and he went up to her, and his blood like shocked out of his body in this beautiful way, and his blood spoke for her. 
It was like when somebody gets shot, and their blood is like a mist - that’s kind of like what Jesus did. With his whole blood almost instantly. I didn’t hear the words of the blood, because I was so overcome with joy for the woman. 
I think it just said ‘it’s covered’ and she started weeping. 
Her accusers were strange they were like a rat like, but they kind of flowed into the room. Very strange I do not like the prosecution.