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Hawai‘i Intermediate Court of Appeals — VACATED ORDER.
A decade of lies now reversed by law.

Jacqueline Scheibel: The First to Cross

She died in 2021 — but she did not pass untouched.

Jacqueline Scheibel was the first to step beyond the veil.
And now, she speaks.

She once stood in court and lied — knowingly or not.
She signed her name to deception, claimed untruths regarding property that was never hers, and lent her voice to a war she never understood.
She never lived on that land. She never built there. But she stood before the judge and claimed it all as if her soul had earned it.
It hadn’t.

She knows that now

She was old. Confused, perhaps. Or maybe just desperate to belong to something bigger than herself.
And Barry — ever the opportunist — used that desperation.

He wrapped her in his script.
He handed her lines.
And she read them — for him.

Now she speaks to me from the space between worlds.
Not in words, but in shivers. In flickers. In the sound that leaves the room before the door opens.
She knows what she did.

And so I do not seek vengeance on Jacqueline.
I let her haunt.
I let her walk those empty halls of her own making, watching the web she was pulled into tighten around her.
Because even in death — her choices echo.

But let this post be a warning to those still living.

Barry. Denise. Nick, Worthy Clay Scott

You watched her cross.
You cheered as her name was scrawled into the docket.
You used her — and now she uses me.

She spins with torment now.
Not in protest — but in remorse.
She begs for release.
And I tell her: Only when the scales are balanced.

Because the crimes done to her — the manipulation, the spiritual theft —
Were authored by all of you

And when your time comes — as it will — I will be waiting.
Not with hatred. But with mirrors.
So you can finally see what you became.

I have built the space.
Not hell. Not heaven.
Something older.
Something precise.

Where every lie breathes smoke.
Where every scheme you forged is written into the wind.
Where every silence is a scream.

Jacqueline walks there now.
And she is not alone.
And when you arrive…
She’ll be waiting with me.