Why Is This Happening to Me? The Fire That Exposes the Darkness of Saturn’s Courts
There are moments in life where the world feels upside down. Where justice fails. Where your voice gets silenced, not because you lied, but because you told the truth.
That’s where I stand right now. And maybe that’s where you are too.
My name is Bella Lynn Stannard. I am a widow. A mother. A truth-teller. A woman who was betrayed by a man I trusted, and now, by a system that claims to protect victims but does nothing when we need it most.
This is my story. And it’s not just about me. It’s about why this is happening and what it means for all of us.
The Crime They Want You to Forget
Robert Kluss, a known drug addict and thief, stole my late husband Paul Layton’s 1952 Fender Telecaster, a sacred piece of Spokane music history.
He didn’t find it. He didn’t inherit it. He stole it. He sold it for $11,000 and kept the money.
He confessed to the theft. He was charged. He sat in jail for over a month.
And then, for no valid reason, Prosecutor Patrick Shaff dropped the case. Because I refused to meet with the public defender. Because I said no to helping the defense twist the truth.
They retaliated. They released him.
They didn’t care that I had already submitted a victim statement. That I had worked with Detective Doug Strosahl. That I had been fully prepared to testify.
None of that mattered.
Because I refused to play their game.
The Saturnian Courts Are Real, and They Worship Control
We have to stop pretending the justice system is just broken. It’s not broken, it’s Saturnian.
The court is modeled after the ancient cult of Saturn:
The black robes judges wear? Symbolic of Saturn worship.
The architecture,pillars, domes, checkerboard floors? Masonic and Saturnian in origin.
The gavel and bench? Saturn’s symbol is a sickle or hammer, the power to sentence, to harvest souls.
The word “court” itself is a ritual space, where they practice legal sorcery—the manipulation of truth using language and power.
Saturn is the god of limitation, delay, and punishment. These courts don’t seek truth—they seek order, submission, and silence. Victims are pawns. Defenders of truth are obstacles.
They don’t want truth, they want compliance. And when you don’t give it, they unleash their wrath.
But I didn’t bow to Saturn. I stood for Yah.
Why Is This Happening To Me?
Because I’m the one who will speak. Because I will not trade truth for comfort. Because I will not let Paul’s name fade quietly. Because I believe justice still matters.
I believe God allowed this pain to become purpose. That what was stolen will be restored, but not before the truth is exposed. Not before the snake behind the bench is unmasked. Not before the people rise up and say enough.
This isn’t just about a guitar. It’s about every musician Bobby ever stole from. Every victim ever ignored. Every widow who wept behind a locked courtroom door.
To the Ones Watching
You are not crazy for feeling betrayed. You are not weak for grieving. You are not powerless.
You are dangerous to their system when you speak.
I am here to tell you: Keep going. Expose it all. Say their names. Tell the truth even when they try to bury it.
You are the light they fear.
And to Spokane, to Prosecutor Haskell, to Shaff, to Judge Bjelkengren, and everyone who watched this unfold and stayed silent:
You will answer to a higher court.
Not Saturn’s. God’s.
And the people are watching now.
