Heaven’s Court Room
Over the last couple of years, I’ve heard various teachings about visiting the Righteous Judge in His chambers. However, if I can be honest with you, I was a little skeptical, yet, open to learning more but cautious about this. Could this be another doctrine of demons? I tell you the truth, if you truly seek truth and you are sincere, God will give you certain insights into your different questions. I’ve experienced this over and over again. The Holy Scriptures say He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek after Him (Hebrews 11:6).
With that said, I’m so happy I came across a powerful and stunning testimony on Jacobs Tent’s YouTube channel. It wrecked me in a mighty good way. It blessed me beyond measure. I know there will be skeptics, but I don’t care. I believe there is something to this going into the courts of heaven stuff. My spirit leaped as I listened to Michael Marsteller, a retired Deputy Sheriff for 34 years. I tell you the truth; I was about to switch the channel but felt strongly led not to. Oh, I’m so happy I didn’t. I was touched like I can’t explain. I desperately needed to hear this! So, without further ado, here you go. This testimony streamed live on September 10, 2022. You can watch the full interview on YouTube.
In Michael’s own words:
Last year, in August 2021, I went to the ER and discovered that I had covid, severe pneumonia, and blood clots in my legs. I thought I would be released, but unbeknownst to me, I was in a dire situation that ultimately put me into a coma. A lot of people have asked me what it is like to be in a coma. A lot of medical professionals wanted to talk with me. They saw me lying there and were asking, what is it like? What’s going on? And the truth of the matter is it didn’t seem as if I was in a coma. It seemed as if I was asleep. I opened my eyes. And just like, I’m sitting here looking at you guys. I’m somewhere else. I’m in a, I for, this is my experience and what the father had for me and I’m it. It wasn’t good. I opened my eyes. I was sitting much like I’m sitting here, except I was in a courtroom in Alabama. I don’t know why Alabama, but I remember sitting there just like I am sitting right here.
I remember seeing the Judge on the bench and three other guys sitting on the bench with me. It wasn’t like a fuzzy dream or anything. It was just as it is right now where I can see you guys. I can remember it as if it happened today. I was listening to the Judge, and He was reading my charges. These are things nobody on this planet knows anything about. I’m talking about thoughts and things like that, which I’m guilty of. There’s no way the Judge could have known that. I sat there listening to these things being rattled off. As I heard them, the Judge said, “Your sentence is death, and it will be carried out at 9 o’clock.”
I remember sitting there looking at the Judge. I couldn’t speak. In fact, I couldn’t say anything to Him. I remember looking over to my left at a clock on the wall; it was 7:30. So I didn’t have much time. The Judge got up and walked into His chambers. I was sitting there like I’m sitting here looking at the ground or the floor in front of me. I truly didn’t feel I was going to hell. I really didn’t. I mean, I couldn’t say, “Oh no, I’m going to burn in hell.” But I had this heavy, sad anguish in my heart. It was like a coach at the all-star games saying, “You’re out of the game. That’s it. Have a seat; you’re done.”
I thought, what do I have to offer? You know, we’re talking about laying your crowns at His feet. I am a good guy and well-liked. I’ve done a lot of neat things in my career. Cool things. I mean, SWAT teams, sniper—all these different things I’ve done in aviation and everything else, flying all over the place. However, it didn’t mean a thing. I had no crown. I’m not talking about ancient history here. I’m talking about what happened last year, 2021. At this time, I had nothing. As far as what matters to the kingdom, it was tough. As I said, it’s fresh. (He cries) So, bear with me as I’m sitting there.
I looked over to my right. I remember there was a door, and through that door, a guy came in. He was wearing a really cool suit. It was a beautiful blue suit. He was just a sharply dressed person. As He was walking toward me, He had a cane. On that cane was a ruby handle with gold Hebrew writing on it. He didn’t need it, but He had it, and He was wearing a fedora. I remember looking at Him and thinking, I like this guy. He’s pretty cool. He came up to me and He just looked at me. He said, “I’m your attorney. I’m going to go talk to the Judge and see what we can come up with.” Just like that. I remember looking up at Him from where I was sitting and, in between His fedora and His shoulders, I could see the outline of a head, but I couldn’t see His face.
If I were to describe it to you guys, just by looking at it, it was as if you were looking through the ages of a Sears catalog from the seventies, which was pretty thick. It was as if when you thumbed through the pages, they moved more rapidly. That’s what it looked like—images that never stopped. The guy said, “You can’t see my face.” And He took His cane and pointed to His left foot and touched His socks. On His socks, He had the faces of different people of different races. I saw lions. I saw tigers. I saw white, black, and brown people, as well as male and female pictures on His socks.
He said, “That’s the way it is. That’s the way it should be.”
Then I said, “What’s Your name?”
And He told me it was Yahshua HaMashiach. He met me where I was. And how, I mean, up until this point recently when I’ve gotten a spiritual gift of weeping. Lol. I wouldn’t have responded well otherwise. Just because that was a part of my testimony. I guess that’s probably why I was where I was—kind of a harder type of person. And I just never fathomed Yahshua in a white robe with love music going on and hugging and all that. I liked Him. It was cool. I couldn’t imagine what He was doing for me. And He just simply walked off and went into the Judge’s chambers. I sat on the bench and the other three guys sitting there asked, “Dude, are you scared?”
I said, “Do you see who my attorney is?”
That’s when He came back out and said, “I’ve talked to the Judge. You have a stay of execution. We’re not done with you yet. Now, your training begins.” He said, “Your healing will be fast.” That’s it. Then He left. He didn’t sing or do anything (jokingly).
They did the CT and my blood clot was gone. My lungs were clear. The hole was fixed, and my brain was normal.
We’ll start wrapping things up here. I guess I should probably discuss the training portion of what He was talking about. When I first went into the coma, I didn’t see my wife. I didn’t hear anything. I was in Alabama in a courtroom. There was no interaction with doctors or anything else. That’s where I was. And I can see it as clearly as I’m sitting here. However, once that was over, and I started healing and coming out of the coma, I was back in my room in my bed. The first conscious thing I remember is I opened my eyes and I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed and had lost a considerable amount of weight. I didn’t know at the time, but I had been given a tracheotomy and had a stomach tube put in. That’s when I started sensing my wife Ginger was there. I wasn’t fully conscious at this point. I couldn’t talk to her, but I didn’t feel as if she had ever left my side although she was only there for three and four hours at a time. But I remember seeing her at my side. That gave me peace and comfort. I saw her lying at my side with her eyes closed but couldn’t speak or communicate with her.
As I was coming out of this, I was experiencing two different realms. I could see the people, the workers, and everything in the whole room—all the equipment and everything around me. I could see demonic spirits in the room or the demonic realm—if you will—and they weren’t the Holy Spirit. That’s just an analogy.
That’s where I feel the training was. It was quite interesting. This demonic spirit began to manifest out of this towel warmer. It was moving as it headed toward other hospital rooms. I remember looking at it and trying to say something, but there was no way I could talk. I had a trach in my windpipe. I couldn’t talk, but I could hear myself speaking to this demonic spirit. I said, “Clearly, you cannot hurt anyone else up here. You can kill yourself. You can hurt yourself, but you cannot hurt anyone else up here!” In the name of Yahshua. It got angry and just dissipated.
Some other things happened, but the most impactful was the last thing that occurred. As things were getting even clearer, it seemed as if satan himself came and stood at that glass. But he couldn’t come into my room, or he wouldn’t. He didn’t, but he stood at the glass, looked at me, and started hissing at me saying, “Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?” I saw the anger and hostility toward me.
I said, “I am the son of the King Most High.” He left. That was it.
They ended up moving me to what they call LTAC (Long Term Acute Care). Mind you, I heard a word and it was, “You’ll be healing fast.”
For those of you out there who are asking for healing, I got it, but it didn’t happen the way I thought it would. Quite frankly, I pictured myself, picking up my bed, rolling, and walking. That’s what I pictured. I was going to blast out of this ICU walking and people were going to be amazed.
I had to go through every step. What did happen was there were miracles all the way through those steps that were impressive. I expected an instant miracle. But it didn’t happen that way. However, God still worked miracles. After the tracheotomy tube was removed, I could talk and eat without therapy. I had to learn how to walk and talk again. But I didn’t have to stay as long as they anticipated.
I was supposed to be at LTAC for 30 days. But I was there for nine days. More importantly, when I got there, I was listening to worship. I was listening to the service. I was using my phone in my hospital room, playing music. There was a song that resonated in my spirit that completely filled me with the Holy Spirit over and over and over again. This was amazing. I couldn’t speak or do anything, but this song was anointed. It had a special meaning to me because the very first time I heard it, I was with my father before he passed away. He was a very unemotional man. We had never seen him cry, but when the song was playing and we were singing it together in worship, he was on the floor being anointed by Ruach Kadesh (Holy Spirit). Then it happened to me. The song’s name was, “Here in Your Presence.”
I got my wife to sing it to me, and I would play it over and over and over in my room. That set up the ability for a safe haven. I would open my eyes at 1 o’clock in the morning and the medical staff would be sitting in my room decompressing from what they were experiencing throughout the rest of the hospital. They were in my room because the anointing was there. God’s presence was there. I knew I couldn’t get through this without crying. If I am speaking to somebody right now who is in a hospital room, play that music; open that channel; allow the Ruach to fill that room because it’s not just you that it’s affecting. It’s everybody around you, whether they know it or not. As I said, people would take breaks and come into my room. They would say, “I just can’t explain it.” But there was just a lot of peace in there. Some doctors said the same thing. Of course, there’s not much dialogue when you can’t talk. After those nine days, they ended up removing my tracheotomy, and I was able to eat, talk, and everything without therapy. They were amazed. They said, “There’s nothing more we can do for you here. So, we’re gonna send you to rehab.”
I had to learn how to walk again. I had to learn how to sit up. I remember being almost jealous of people who could stand on their feet. It took me almost six days to be able to stand.
I was like, “I’d love to be able to walk.” I was supposed to be there for a month or two, but I was only there for two weeks and I could do 50 steps with a walker. I guess my point is this, I got my healing. I got my miracles. The Father used me each and every step of the way as an example because I was able to share my belief in what He had done for me with everybody down the line all the way through rehab.
I am not talking about ancient history. I’m talking about right now. Every doctor who looked at my chart said, “You shouldn’t be alive. There’s no medical explanation of why you’re alive.” So it was very impactful. I just thank you guys for your prayers and support. I pray that anybody else who is going through this will be that light and understand you’re still getting your miracle, even if you have to walk through each step of the healing process. It may not be picking up your bed, rolling, and walking. It could be. He can. He has, but it might not be. Maybe you had to walk out each stage, but it didn’t last as long as it could have.
It wasn’t 30 days. It was nine. It wasn’t 60 days. It was two weeks. But I hit every step of the healing process. I was able to share with so many different people who could tangibly see what I was going through at that time. I’ll say this: I wouldn’t take it back for anything. If I had to go over it—we’re talking a year ago—it would be worth it. It was worth it for the Father to look at me, look into my heart and say, “You need to deal with these things. Here’s what you’re guilty of and the penalty is death.” It was worth it to be able to have that out in the air, to address it, and then have the opportunity to get that second chance to receive a crown, something to lay at His feet. That makes a difference in the kingdom, not in here, not in this world. That’s where it’s at. Thank you.
His wife, Ginger Marsteller, wanted to add that she felt someone on the live stream needed to keep believing and not give in, no matter how long the wait or how impossible the situation seemed. Take God at His Word. He will do what He said He will do. His Word is faithful and true and every promise in Him is yes and amen! His Word is true and will not return void.
