It was denied. I wasn't surprised but deeply angry about the ridiculous response from the judge. He said that returning my property was like giving drugs back to a drug dealer. What a devious, narcissistic sadist he was. He warned that if he found out I went back to my profession, or had any association with it, and I found my way back to his courtroom because of it, that would be a probation violation and I would go to prison. He also said he didn't want to hear I was writing a book about it or trying to sell my story because it would also violate my probation. To me, that was a threat to restrain my Constitutional rights to press and speech. That was a violation to me. I wondered if he could enforce such a ruling. Had my judicial case caused me to lose all of my Constitutional rights, not just the rights to vole or possess a fire arm? I figured time would tell. What the Court didn't know was that I never gave up my profession, never completely stopped doing sessions and had never stopped writing on my book, in fact, I wrote on-going chapters in jail. I had merely gone completely underground to do sessions and work on my book when I was under their massive attack, so why would I give it up now? Professional domination and researching the subject was the best way I knew how to make good money, and now I was flat broke. I was well aware the Court hated my guts because of the way they …show more content…
Below is what the Judge said to the news reporter who interviewed him on the Channel 7 News. His statements caused my attorney to believe I wouldn't receive fair treatment. He was right. "I feel that those people who have the need for abusive conduct are suffering from a personality defect. What she is doing does nothing more than create additional problems for our social order." Despite the extreme risk, within days after my release from jail and being placed on probation, I was doing private sessions again. It occurred to me that the cops could be watching or might be planning another raid. Regardless, I had no choice but to get back to work. Hopefully, as long as Jean and I complied with the terms of our probations, the cops might not pay attention to us. I scheduled private sessions coming in from old advertisements, never knowing if the call and request was a confidential informant sent by the cops and with a tremendous burden of fear of getting caught and busted again. I continued to work diligently on my book. When I completed the additions several weeks later, I sent out query letters to try to obtain a publisher. I received only rejections in response. I also sent an inquiry to the Phil Donahue Show but was turned down for that as well, most likely because I was still involved with the judicial system.