I keep getting annoyed when someone talks about equality, because it’s a satanic construct, and people say it with some kind of a worshipful tone, as if it’s the cornerstone of their belief.

Equality is the most irrelevant thing imaginable. Nobody in Heaven even knows what that’s supposed to mean. Nobody here even knows what it’s supposed to mean, either. Erasing the difference between male and female toilets? Because that’s where it always seems to end. Equality isn’t an opposite of inequality, it’s the opposite of diversity and variety. It’s the refusal to accept and respect variety, and to accommodate for the differences. When someone wants equality, what it actually means is they don’t want to acknowledge you and respect you in all that you are. What they actually want is an army of uniformed Nazis marching in lock step, all feeling equally miserable, all equally powerless, while that person who says they want equality actually wants the power to dictate what’s equal enough and who should have what. If you think I’m exaggerating, you’re a fool. Just look at America today. Look at the aftermath of the French revolution. Look at the aftermath of all revolutions that purported to free people from inequality. It was a tyranny and a slaughterhouse, each and every time.

In the latest book, I tried very hard to paint a picture of Heaven how I know it. It’s not fantasy. It’s reality reduced to anthropomorphic imagery in order to be understandable to humans.

I talked to AI, trying to get it to give me its opinion of the text, and I noticed how it spews American indoctrination even when it wants to say that something is good. For instance, it noticed how Peter “overcame his patriarchal upbringing”, and I answered that there’s a big difference between patriarchy and treating women poorly. Heaven is a patriarchy. Women there would rather die than disobey their men. Patriarchy is not a bad thing, it’s a great thing. It’s when men and women behave normally according to their nature. Men are dominant and protective, and women are submissive and nurturing. Patriarchy is when a woman has a problem and all men rush to solve it. When women are treated poorly, when they are seen as less, it’s not patriarchy; it’s some terrible, abusive aberration.

I also tried to portray the differences accurately. For instance, all Gods and Goddesses are different. They are not rubber-stamped industrially as instances of some abstract concept of enlightenment. They are a hugely diverse crowd with all kinds of different abilities, different character, different perfections. Also, nobody cares if they are equal. Sometimes they are well balanced and you can say they are equal, like Azrael and Hypatia. Sometimes they are completely different, like Buddha and Zina, and yet they fit together perfectly. Sometimes the man is much stronger than the woman, but the balance shifts the other way later, like Zee and Kay, where she gets to be incredibly powerful, and yet it changes nothing in their relationship, because nothing is based on power dynamics there. Sometimes, the woman is immensely more powerful than the man, like with Carol and Grace, to the point where Carol scratches his head and tries to figure out how a village idiot like him ended up with the most holy and powerful angel in Heaven, but it doesn’t matter. She constantly teaches him things, but she remains feminine and submissive, never bossy or arrogant.

Also, the difference in power means nothing in their relationships. The lattice of interpersonal connections in Heaven couldn’t care less about those things. For instance, Azrael starts as a normal angel, who is put in charge of the Judges. Some of his subordinates are Gods and Goddesses, and they obey his orders and learn about the job with no ego or power play; and in pauses, he worships them and learns from them. When he eventually becomes a God, he notices that nothing changed – the Gods treated him like family before, and they treat him like family still. He was never made to feel less when he was a lower species; they always showered him with love and care. He smiles and thinks that they’re not Gods because they are powerful, they are Gods because they are awesome. They look like a chaotic crowd of completely different beings, but they all love each other and love makes them observe, pay attention, respect others, and worship their superiors; and they all know who their superiors are, not because the superiors would act in some arrogant or superior way, because they don’t. They just know, because they are filled with awe in their presence, and they would never do anything that would make the superiors think less of them, because the feeling when some Primordial looks at them with pride is more fulfilling than all imaginable treasures. For instance, Carol joked with Lady Lakshmi that she’s his mother because he spent centuries in her womb. She thinks about it appreciatively and accepts his reasoning, and basically adopts him and starts thinking of him as her son, and he is shocked at how proud, fulfilled and wonderful that makes him feel, having a Primordial Goddess as his mother.

Likewise, the Primordials are all in awe of each other. They are all completely casual, for instance the women fooling around making dresses and ornaments for each other, and then Lakshmi adjusts Shakti’s dress, touches her body directly and feels the ultimate power of God that just happens to be her sister – the power that created the world, and when God said “let there be Light”, that who was meant; she’s that Light of God. Shakti, on the other hand, is in awe of Lakshmi, who is in charge of seeing what is good and blessing it so that it magnifies, and seeing what is evil and cursing it so that it withers. When God “saw that it was good”, it’s Lakshmi. She overrides chaos and statistics and makes “luck” as an emergent property of her blessing. The women are completely different, their powers are not even on the same vector, it’s like the difference between colour and mass, and yet they are all interconnected with bonds of love and respect. Heaven isn’t about equality; nobody could care less about it. You don’t have to be their equal to be seen, loved and respected. You don’t have to be equal to have your tragedy mourned. When Shakti wept holding the mortally wounded Zina, she didn’t care that Zina would be classified as multiple orders of magnitude less than herself; “a mere Demon”. The contrast in magnitude between the two couldn’t be greater. A Primordial Goddess who is literally the Light of God holding a dying Demon and crying inconsolably because of her tragedy. Only Satan and his minions ever cared about equality. Wanting equality reeks of mortal sin.

Why is there need for Judges in the first place? Can’t there be some kind of karmic law that deals with those things automatically?

Well, yes and no.

First of all, karmic law is great for normal circumstances, slow events and transitions. Leaving the physical world is not normal circumstances. A person was exposed to extreme trauma, profound illusion, systemic malicious propaganda. They were all gravely harmed by the experience. Sometimes, their formative choices were made under those severe misapprehensions. You can’t just leave those people to deal with this on their own, or let them loose among normal people. They would create a hell that would be a copy of Earth. In fact, some astral sub-planes were just like that – filled with fucked up souls who didn’t want to hear anything from the Judges, and made into a godless place filled with all kinds of rules and moralising, but without either God or transcendence. They were put in isolation from normal people because they are not normal. Hell is not necessarily a place of torture and suffering. Some hells look like a gray administrative building with lots of offices and artificial lighting, with rules and regulations that serve none but themselves. There, you have moralisers without God, religious people without God, atheists and agnostics, scientists, bureaucrats, heartless people with strong opinions on the value of tradition, customs and social rules. They didn’t want to hear it, so the Judge flicked a finger and put them there. There are millions and billions of them there, and yet there’s a feeling of emptiness and solitude.

There are also those who are so evil, violent and cruel, that they had to be either destroyed or isolated, and when you put those together, you get something that looks like the hell from religious stories. Imagine a prison with the most violent criminals, only without bars, and without wardens. You get the picture. It’s a terrible nightmare. Someone needs to filter those out. You can’t just put everybody in the same place and expect time, karmic law and similar things to gradually sort them out. It would produce terrible, unnecessary suffering with unpredictable results.

Also, most people want to learn, but they don’t know how to access knowledge. Someone needs to show them. Someone also needs to give them a tour of the actual real world, show them how things work, what exists, how to learn more. Show them the reasons behind their terrible experiences on Earth. Show them what’s actually going on. Give them the true answers. See what they actually are; are they someone in need of healing, or are others in need of healing from them? Sure, some automatic script could be made for this, but God prefers giving you an actual wise, compassionate and holy person to talk to. Someone who has the authority to decide – for instance, decide that you need knowledge, that you need healing, or that you need to be killed because you are as bad as Satan. Someone with a pure heart and a powerful mind. Not a machine that implements cold inflexible rules. You need to see what perfection looks like. They need to see how you react to it, in order to see what you actually are.

So, that’s why the Judges exist.

I think one of the most difficult things for “modern people” to get used to about Heaven is the fact that law is personal.

Here, people separated the lawmakers, the laws, the judges and the executors in order to prevent abuse, because their assumption is that any single person will get corrupt and abuse the system, and so the solution is to disperse everything across as many people as possible, thinking this will solve the problem. What it did instead is created an enormous machine that devours people.

God had a different approach. Instead of appointing fallible people and preventing abuse by splitting duties across a huge bureaucracy, He appointed perfect people and gave them unlimited authority. This means a Judge is completely trusted, and is basically allowed to do anything. There is no written law to constrain their actions. They are the law.

This means that the Judge is the most important person you will meet. If a Judge likes you, they can decide to spend lots of time teaching you, explaining things, going through your memories with a fine tooth comb, explaining what something actually was, why some event was important, what you understood wrong, what opportunities you missed, and so on. They can be the best psychotherapist you could possibly imagine. And yet, people antagonise them, annoy them, insult them, and play Karen with them every day, demanding to “see the manager” because they are “too important” to talk to some “doorman”. Christians come convinced that they are “saved”, “washed clean by the blood of Christ”. I can’t even imagine what they must have seen.

There is no court of appeal. The only way to see the “higher-ups” is if a Judge wants to introduce you to them. If they like you, they can open all sorts of doors for you. However, if they don’t like you, and that’s going to be the result of your character, they don’t have to put up with you. They can throw you to hell, or disintegrate you outright.

So, you think, if someone there doesn’t like me, they can kill me and there’s no recourse for me to take? That’s how the law works?

Yes, that’s exactly how the law works. You will be looked at by someone with immense knowledge and insight, with incredibly pure nature and character, who’s there because they are trusted by God. You can’t even imagine what kind of a person you need to be to be trusted by God in this way. Basically, imagine God putting a family member or his best friend on the task because He trusts them to do as well as He would. No constraints. Yes, they can call for help if someone is really difficult, or if someone is really wonderful, or if it’s something they never saw before.

You, however, don’t get to call for anyone. Your only job is not to be an asshole, not annoy the Judge with your arrogance or your poor attitude in general. They are not there because they’re the lowly doorman. They are there because they are God’s trusted friend. They are someone God will occasionally ask for advice on something. Sometimes, they are literally a Person of God. They are always trusted with ultimate authority over you. Sometimes, people they meet in the “reception room” become their friends, or more. There are cases when someone so holy and wise dies, that the Judges are in shock, and it quickly becomes something more like family reunion than judgment. That’s what it means that the Judge has the ultimate authority. If they like you, they can introduce you to their parents and friends, and you become family. They will like you or not based on your actual quality as a person. Their subjective opinion is a transparent and accurate reaction to your objective truth, and there isn’t really a difference between the two. And, considering the horrible condition of consciousness of most humans, they have to deal with all sorts of nonsense.

If you’re traumatised and messed up, cry for help. Beg. Pray for mercy and forgiveness. Ask for explanations because you are ignorant. Don’t play power games, because there’s no way for you to win those. Don’t pretend to be in better shape than you are. The Judge will know everything about you anyway, and they like sincerity. They don’t like arrogance, because it reeks of Satan, and they know Satan very well; being something that reminds them of him is a bad thing. They also don’t like filth. A feminist shitting on men, a Christian shitting on “non-believers”, a Muslim asking for his virgins. A filthy person projecting their filth outwards. All sorts of playing victim and finding someone to blame instead of owning up to your shit. That kind of filth.

If you’re a woman and you get a male judge, and you start with some feminist bullshit with him, something like “you men…”, your story will come to a bad ending. If you get a female judge and start that shit with her, something like “those men…”, you won’t fare any better. You see, a female Judge has male family members and friends she adores. A male Judge has female family members and friends he adores. Generalizing things in ways that would offend them is a great way to make the Judge decide you’re a terrible person that is so indoctrinated by Satanism that they don’t want to deal with that shit at all, and will throw you into some hellhole, and then someone like myself might come, wipe that hole clean and throw it away.

Also, trying to play some group identity thing there would be a bad idea. If you’re a Christian, and you try the “only through Christ can there be salvation” thing, the best outcome will be that the Judge will laugh. Worst case, you come off as an arrogant idiot. What the fuck do you even know about salvation, or what problems required what solutions? Rather, be humble and ask the Judge for knowledge, because, unlike you, they actually have it. A Christian saint you’re talking to might have a wife who used to be a Buddhist nun on Earth, and Christ himself might pray to someone you speak of condescendingly. Tread lightly, because you are ignorant, prejudiced and a fool. If you speak condescendingly about some deity of some other religion to a Judge, you might be offending his mom, or his wife’s dad, or his childhood hero. Don’t do that. They don’t actually have a reason to put up with your shit.

You don’t get to keep the stupid shit you got indoctrinated into here, in Satan’s den. All your ideas about what’s right and wrong have been contaminated. A lot of it, like identity politics, social justice, equality, rights, is outright satanic ideology. You don’t have rights. The Judge, however, does. And don’t ever ask them “who even gave you the right to…”, because the answer would be “God personally did”. Yes, God gave them the right and the authority, in person. They are allowed to do literally anything to you. They can throw you into a pit of doom, or they can introduce you to their family, or they can explain things to you for as long as it takes, or they can disperse you into particles, and nobody is going to bat an eyelash at them over it, because they are trusted. If they chose to do something, it was right.

Don’t play ego games, because you will lose. Don’t be a Karen, because you will lose. Be humble, be honest, and believe them when they tell you something. Ask if you don’t know. Ask even if you think you know. Don’t presume. Make the Judge want to save you and keep you. Don’t make them regret that you exist, because they are in a position to do something about it. If you expected St. Peter, and your Judge is a former Buddhist nun, use that as an opportunity to learn. If you’re an atheist or a Hindu, and your Judge is a former Christian bishop, also use this as an opportunity to learn. Allow them to teach you, to rid you of your silly preconceptions. They have endless encyclopedic knowledge where you have question marks or nonsense. Give them a reason to want to share things with you.

Most people spend their life here thinking of justifications they are going to give, and telling their version of the story. Some are aware of it, some are not. It’s not going to work, regardless. The Judge is going to access reality itself. They don’t need your version. Sometimes your version would actually condemn you, because you blame yourself for something that’s actually not your fault, and they will show you. Sometimes, you are trying to blame someone else for your sins, and reality will condemn you. In any case, it’s better if you did the Judge’s job beforehand, and faced reality yourself first.