Standing Before the Saturnian Judge: A Divine Trial in the Courts of Shadows

"Let God be true, and every man a liar." – Romans 3:4

"The Lord is our Judge, the Lord is our Lawgiver, the Lord is our King; He will save us." – Isaiah 33:22

In these final days, the veil is being lifted. What many call the “justice system” is in truth a fallen construct, a shadow realm of inverted righteousness governed not by divine truth but by the cold gavel of Saturn. Those brought before this system often experience not true justice, but judgment rooted in ancient Saturnian authority, a counterfeit of the Most High’s throne.

I, Bella Lynn Sereqellel, The Divine Purpose of Light—am being called before such a court. And I stand, not as a criminal, but as a witness. A witness against the Beast system. A witness for the Kingdom of God. I have no criminal record, no history of violence, and no shame. I am innocent before God, falsely accused by a system designed to trap, confuse, and entangle the righteous in endless legal rituals.

Let it be known: I do not fear the Saturnian judge. I fear God alone.

 What Is the Saturnian Court System?

The black robes. The columns. The language of spells (“legalese”). The ritualistic procedures. It is no accident these earthly courtrooms mirror the architecture of Roman temples. We are not dealing with mere legal bureaucracy—we are confronting a system of Saturn worship that has reigned over humanity since the fall of the Watchers.

The Symbols Tell the Story:

Black robes: Worn in honor of Saturn (also known as Cronus or El), the god of time, karma, and punishment.

The gavel: A phallic Saturnian hammer representing absolute authority.

The square black box (courtroom layout): Reflects the “Saturn cube” or Tefillin, the symbol of mind-binding law.

Obsession with time: Dockets, court “minutes,” sentences, all are under Saturn’s dominion, as he is the god of chronos (chronological time).

Statue of Lady Justice: A blindfolded goddess modeled after the Roman goddess Justitia, symbolizing impartiality, yet in practice, she is blinded to truth and weighted toward the elite.

 The Language of Spells: "Legalese"

Lawyers are called to the “BAR,” which traces to the British Accreditation Registry and the Temple Bar of the Knights Templar, a Saturnian priesthood of control. You must “appear” (as in perform) in court. You are called a “defendant,” as if your very personhood is on trial. All of this is rooted in maritime and corporate law, where you are seen as a vessel or property, not a sovereign soul of God.

 Saturn: The Ancient Judge of the Fallen

Saturn (El, Cronus, Molech) is the counterfeit judge, the father of false justice, time, and punishment. The ancients worshiped him through child sacrifice. He devoured his own children out of fear of being overthrown, just as the current system devours the innocent who threaten to expose its lies.

This is not metaphor. The elite still worship him.

The Saturn Cube is worn on the heads of the religious elite and mimicked in courtrooms and corporate logos (Nike, Microsoft, etc.).

Saturn Day (Saturday) is the seventh day of the week and the original day of sacrifice.

The black cube of Mecca, the Tefillin worn by Jewish men, and Hollywood’s Saturn Awards all show how far his worship has spread.

The same spiritual power sits enthroned in our modern courtrooms, veiled in “justice.” But what it delivers is often injustice. What it protects is often the guilty. And what it persecutes—are those with divine light.

A False Accusation in a Fallen System

Let this be clear:

I have no criminal history.

I have never harmed anyone.

I am being judged by a system that does not know me, nor does it care to know truth.

My conscience is clean before the Most High, and I will not plead guilty to lies.

I stand for truth, restoration, and divine justice.

The Saturnian system survives by shaming, silencing, and condemning those who threaten its illusion. It has replaced God’s Law with dead statutes, living truth with robotic procedure, and mercy with bureaucratic cruelty.

I was not arrested because I am dangerous. I was arrested because I am awakening.

 God Is My Judge

There is only one Judge with authority over my soul: the Lord Most High.

The Book of Daniel shows us a divine courtroom, where the Ancient of Days takes His seat (Daniel 7:9-10), and judgment is given in favor of the saints. Psalm 82 reveals that God stands in the divine council and judges the corrupt “gods” (rulers).

The Saturnian courts may attempt to pass judgment on me—but their gavel does not reach Heaven. My testimony is being recorded before God. And I know:

 "No weapon formed against me shall prosper, and every tongue that rises against me in judgment I shall condemn."

— Isaiah 54:17

The Fall of the Saturnian Court System

The Book of Revelation reveals the downfall of this false system. Babylon falls. The Beast is judged. The accuser is cast down. And those who were falsely accused are vindicated.

We are in those days now.

The courts of Saturn are cracking. The false charges will not stand. God is raising up His remnant, and He is using the weak, the falsely accused, the broken, the "criminalized" to bring judgment upon the judges.

 You Are Not Alone

To every soul who has been falsely accused…

To every mother taken from her children…

To every man stripped of rights in a courtroom that serves idols…

To every warrior for truth mocked, slandered, and shamed…

You are not alone.

You are not guilty.

You are chosen.

And your case is being tried in the highest court of all.

 Conclusion: Light Over Lawlessness

The true Judge is not Saturn. It is not man. It is not a corrupted court system.

It is the Lord Most High.

I am innocent before Him.

I walk in the light.

And I will not kneel to false gods wearing black robes.

Let it be written:

Justice is coming. And this time, it’s divine.

Shadow Justice & the Innocent on Trial — Part 2

By Bella Lynn Stannard (Sereqellel, Avenger of Truth)

> “Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?” – Genesis 18:25

“Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a two-edged sword in their hand… To execute upon them the judgment written: this honor have all His saints.” – Psalm 149:6-9

An Innocent Woman Before the False Throne

I, Bella Lynn , daughter of the Most High God, stand before a human judge whose gavel echoes not with righteousness, but with the cold iron resonance of Saturn. I am not on trial for crimes, but for breaking illusions, for standing in truth, for being uncontrollable by their inverted system. I’ve never had a criminal record. I have no history of violence, addiction, or abuse. The ones who label me a “defendant” can’t see my wings.

This court case isn’t truly about law—it’s about power. It’s about control.

It's about how Saturn's counterfeit court tries to condemn those who carry the seal of Heaven.

False Justice in the Saturnian Matrix

The ancient Romans associated Saturn with law, discipline, and harsh punishment. The god Saturn (Cronus) was the devourer of his own children, afraid of being overthrown by one of them. This same fear drives earthly authorities today—the fear of truth bearers. Fear of those who remember who they are.

The black robes, the stone temples, the sacred language of Latin, the all-seeing eye over the courthouse—all of these are rituals of Saturn, not justice.

Courtroom architecture mirrors Masonic temples and occult rituals.

The judge sits elevated on the throne of Saturn, wearing black, the color of mourning and Saturnian rule.

The gavel striking is symbolic of the sickle of Saturn, cutting down the accused.

Their courtrooms are not neutral, they are the priesthood of the Beast system, cloaked in legal terminology, harvesting souls with paperwork.

But I Am Not Theirs

I don’t belong to their system.

My life has been one of music, family, deep love, relentless advocacy for truth, and spiritual awakening. I’ve helped the hurting. I’ve stood for victims. I’ve exposed corruption in dark places.

When I was recently arrested under false pretenses, there was no weapon, no threat, no intoxication, no injury, it became clear: this was spiritual warfare. This was Saturn's courtroom dragging a daughter of Zion to the slaughter, hoping to shame her.

But I cannot be shamed by liars.

I will not bow before injustice.

God Is My Judge

The Hebrew word for “judge” is shaphat—which means not only to make legal decisions, but to vindicate, to plead for the cause of the oppressed, to deliver.

God is not like Saturn.

He is not cold, distant, or robotic.

He does not wear a black robe or require a defendant to prove her worth.

My Judge is YHWH, the Most High, enthroned above the firmament. His Son, Yeshua, advocates for me as High Priest—not with laws of men, but with blood that speaks better things than that of Abel (Hebrews 12:24).

The Collapse of Saturn's Dominion

We are living at the end of an age.

Saturn’s dominion is collapsing.

The false legal systems, the prison-industrial complex, the mental health abuse systems, and the child protection rackets, all of it is being exposed.

Revelation 18 speaks of the fall of Mystery Babylon, which includes courts, bankers, merchants, and kings all weeping as their power dissolves.

I am not just one woman fighting a false charge.

I am a symbol of the remnant standing against the counterfeit throne.

Evidence of the Saturnian Court’s Agenda

Let’s consider the patterns:

No history of violence, yet I’m detained overnight.

No bail was required—so why arrest me at all?

No victim asking for charges.

No proper investigation.

I was thrown into their system like a sacrifice.

This is not justice. It is ritualized humiliation of the innocent.

It is meant to trigger trauma, weaken resolve, and punish spiritual light.

But it will fail.

Because my story is not over, and God always redeems what man twists.

The Verdict That Matters

The courts of man may label me many things.

But Heaven calls me:

Daughter of Zion

The Avenger of Truth

The One Who Stands When Others Bow

The One Who Cannot Be Bought or Broken

Let them read their statutes. I will quote the Psalms.

Let them gavel their threats. I will blow the trumpet of freedom.

Let them tremble at their own shadows. I will walk in the Light.

Conclusion: The Case Is a Symbol

I’m not writing to ask for pity. I’m writing because others are suffering under the same machine.

They’re being silenced, framed, threatened, punished for being different, sensitive, awake.

I speak for every child ripped from a parent,

every mother punished for escaping abuse,

every truth-teller diagnosed instead of heard,

every artist criminalized for their emotion,

every prophet locked in jail cells like Jeremiah and Paul.

This is the court of Saturn.

But we belong to the Court of the Most High.

And He will rule in our favor.

Part 3: Colville—The Seat of the Ancient Judge

Let’s talk about Colville, Washington—not just a location on the map, but a name carrying echoes of ancient power. The name “Colville” can be broken down into “Col” (meaning dark or coal, from Latin colus) and “ville” (meaning settlement or town)—literally: “Dark Town” or “Coal Settlement.”

Coal is forged under extreme pressure and time, a fitting metaphor for the Saturnian archetype—the ancient god of time, testing, karma, and law. Saturn rules delay, patience, and discipline. But he also imprisons. He’s the ancient warden of what is hidden and locked away.

So what does it mean that I’m standing trial in Colville, this symbolic “Dark Settlement”?

It means the Saturnian court is in session—and it’s not just about legal charges. This is spiritual. This is about ancestral reckoning, about soul contracts, and about time loops finally breaking. This is where the weight of lifetimes comes to a head. This is the furnace of transformation.

It’s no coincidence Saturn has returned in my natal chart, and I’m here, again, in Colville, and I live in Spokane, facing the same old karmic accusations I’ve faced before, from the same spirit of false judgment. Only this time, I am awake.

Colville is the battlefield. But not one of violence, one of truth vs deception, light vs legalism, divine justice vs man’s corrupted system.

I don’t bow to Saturn anymore. I answer to YHWH, the Eternal One, the true Judge above the veil.

And I stand here not alone, but as Sereqellel, the Avenger of Truth, daughter of the Most High.

So go ahead, Colville. Bring your gavel.

My sword is truth.

And truth is fire.

Part 4: Colville and the Coal of Judgment — Flipping the Saturnian Verdict

When you hear the name Colville, Washington, it might sound like just another quiet town in the Pacific Northwest — but spiritually and symbolically, the name reveals much deeper layers of meaning.

Colville is derived from “Col” meaning coal and “ville” meaning town or settlement. Coal, in ancient and biblical symbolism, represents judgment, purification by fire, and the residue of destruction — but also the raw material that under extreme pressure becomes diamonds. In prophetic language, this speaks volumes.

What I heard from God, You were divinely placed in Colville not to be condemned, but to bear witness and flip the verdict.

 Coal: The Residue of Saturn’s Fire

Coal is the dark remnant of things once living forests, life, even cities buried in time. In mythology, Saturn (Kronos) is the god of time, harvesting and consuming all things,  often symbolized by fire, scythes, and ashes. Coal is the aftermath of Saturn’s judgment, burned, crushed, and pressurized under the weight of history and time.

You were sent into a Saturnian stronghold, but not to bow to it but to break it.

 “Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand... and he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away...” — Isaiah 6:6-7

This verse reveals that coals from the altar of God do not destroy but they purify. The enemy's counterfeit coal is used to accuse, but God’s coal is used to cleanse and commission.

Colville: A Shadow of the Furnace

Symbolically, Colville becomes the furnace of affliction, the courtroom of Saturn, and the place of false judgment,  but in this fiery place, the real test is of identity and authority. Like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, you were thrown into the fire, but you are walking around untouched, because there is Another in the fire with you.

The Saturnian court tried to label you, judge you, isolate you,  but the truth is: you were the coal. What they saw as something to be discarded or burned was actually a compressed jewel of divine purpose.

You flipped the polarity of the courtroom,  from darkness to light. The coal town became the place where your voice began to glow with divine truth.

 Divine Setup: The Judgment Turns

You were sent not to be judged, but to expose the system of false judgment itself.

They tried to bury you under the weight of their rules, lies, and distortions,  but pressure only creates resonance, and coal under pressure becomes crystalline.

This was not your trial, it was theirs.

Colville became the site of Saturn’s exposure. A divine reversal.

Part 5: They Let Me Out With Nothing, But I Still Got Home

I was released in one day. No wallet. No money. No phone. No numbers. No way to call anyone. I didn't have phone numbers memorized. 

That’s how they let me out.

The same system that claimed I was a danger to someone, (and let me be clear, no one even accused me of that!!) based on no real evidence, then deemed I was safe enough to walk alone, vulnerable and abandoned, with absolutely nothing in my possession.

No ID. No way to prove who I was. No way to buy food. No way to call for help.

And they knew that.

There’s a cruelty in that kind of release. It’s not freedom, it’s another kind of trap. A test. A divine setup. A mirror held up to the entire machine. They took everything, and then expected me to find my own way back, as if that would somehow redeem their mistake.

But I did get home that day.

I got home without any of the things the world says you need to survive.

Because God got me home.

Because faith still moves in this broken world.

Because love still answers the call when institutions fail.

It’s easy to miss how spiritual this was. The state had judged me. Labeled me. Booked me. Then released me without a single tool to navigate the world they tossed me back into.

But I flipped the judgment.

They released me as no one,and I walked back into my identity.

They stripped me, and I clothed myself in truth.

They thought I’d be stranded, but I crossed the distance with angels guiding me.

This wasn’t just about injustice. This was a prophetic act.

Letting me out with nothing was supposed to be the final humiliation. But instead, it became the final reversal.

The message? I don’t need their system to survive.

They gave me nothing, but the Spirit gave me everything.