I'd been sent forth to appear before the court
of Herbethius. A cold night in this ancient
world, the air was dark. Knowing that
coming here meant that I'd made a very
grave mistake, I shook with fear for what I
may have done. Now I would speak for my
energetic crime before the courts who judge
the servants of God.
Herbethius wore a long white robe,
and his face was very stern. "Hermes!" He
shouted to me, as I shook with fear.
Herbethius directed me to look towards the
sky, and I saw many space vessels from
other worlds, but I also saw my crime.
Having recently tried to help a woman who
was of somewhat high standing in the
physical world, a deceased relative had
come to me begging me to give her some
specific messages. Feeling obliged to give
them to her; I'd had contact with a close
friend of hers who'd told me she wanted the
information. Sending it to her, I
immediately knew I had made a mistake.
Eternal law requires that souls must come to
you. But because of her earthly stature, I
had agreed to send it to her through this
intermediary who had apparently given me
a horribly wrong impression of her true
brent
(Brent)
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