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Mormo Missionaries Make Massive Media Moves

In a massive press release Sunday, May 23, 2013, Mormon General Authorities announced a “historic” shift in their traditional uniform rules for Missions and their 70,000+ “full-time missionaries”.   In a nutshell – missionaries will be doing less door-to-door “tracting” and doing much more internet “social media” to spread the message of Grand Poo-Bah Wizard Joe Smith’s “restoration”.

See article at http://www.sltrib.com/csp/cms/sites/sltrib/pages/printerfriendly.csp?id=56501894

One of the peculiar historical hallmarks of this organization masquerading as a biblical Christian church for the last century and a half is the cloistering of the “faithful and righteous” young men (and some unmarried young women) on two year “missions” (‘sisters’ serve 18 months).  During this time, “Mission Rules” are strictly to be obeyed – otherwise the young missionary would not be “worthy” to “have the Holy Spirit” to aid him/her in the work of converting gullible dupes into the cult.  Up until Sunday’s “historic” announcement, Mission “rules” strictly forbade the use of the internet in order to not only keep the young hormone-choked missionaries chaste and virtuous, thus being WORTHY of the companionship of Mormonism’s “Holy Ghost”, but also to keep their minds focused on Church business instead of home, hearth, and family.   If this isn’t cult “indoctrination”, then nothing is!

Times, they are a-changing, even in the Mormo Kingdom (the king of the Demons is named Mormo, according to arch-satanist Anton LaVey).   Mormon “apostle” L. Tom Perry declared: “The World has changed; so the nature of missionary work must change if the Lord will accomplish his work.”    Oh really?   You mean that suddenly the internet is OK for young missionaries, “Elder” Perry, even though for the last two decades it has been strictly verboten in every single “mission” field?   Oh yes, I see.  That’s the beauty of having a “living” prophet after all – to make sure to let us all know when God Almighty, the Mormon’s exalted man living on the Planet Kolob completely changes his mind and reverses his once-sublime rules and alters course!

This is yet another very strong clue as to the bogus nature of Mormonism.    False religions can alter and change the rules as is expedient and financially profitable.  Whether its changing its core “revealed” doctrines as to Negroes and Priesthood, Polygamy(aka the New and EVERLASTING covenant), changing and altering its “sacred not secret” temple endowments,  or suddenly allowing its young missionaries to access the internet – it should be crystal clear – Mormon Doctrine changes as the World changes – it is clearly not the infallible spiritual anchor it declares itself to be.    Clearly, it is governed and run not by the Jesus of Nazareth, but the God of this World.   Yet, the King James Bible – God’s truly infallible word, has not changed ONCE!

I served a Mormon mission in Upstate New York from 1978-1980 – so I know my topic.

The world is indeed “changing” – just ask Barack Hussein Obama.  The only thing that is constant is Change – and for the most part, Change is not for the better.   The NSA is setting up shop with its multi-billion-dollar “Data Center” in Mormon Utah.  Quantum Computing will be running the show, and is poised to control human minds and actions like never before.  Indeed, it is clearly time for LDS Inc. to no longer restrict its missionary force from the World Wide Web!!   THEY MUST EMBRACE CHANGE and be a part of the social media phenom!

Listen up, good Mormons, to some simple logic.   Do you REALLY believe that the “Gates of Hell” prevailed against the original, first century, Body of Christ – His original Church, and thus successfully removed His Gospel of Grace from the earth and negated Christ’s sacrifice on the Cross for you?  Do you really believe Satan was/is more powerful than the resurrected Christ?  Do you really believe the TRUE COMFORTER, Christ’s Spirit of Truth, was completely removed from the earth by Satan and his demonic minions?  Do you really believe that a complete and total “restoration” of Christ’s Gospel was needed in 1830?   Do you really believe that each and every one of the Christian faiths teaching core truths out of God’s Word – the King James Bible – in 1823 were “abominations” to Jesus Christ, and REALLY, do you believe that Joe Smith’s necromancy, scrying, and “seeking after the faculty of ABRAC black magic” pursuant to treasure seeking was not an abomination to Christ, the Creator? (See BYU Historian Michael Quinn’s seminal book “Early Mormonism and the Magic World View” for proof of Smith’s practices.)    By embracing Mormo-ism, you embrace these core lies that are the very basics of Joe Smith’s “other gospel”.

Yet in spite of all Biblical logic, there is today a small army of over 70,000 fresh-faced young idealists primed and ready to tell you that by means of a supernatural  “burning in the bosom” – a FEELING – that they BELIEVE they experienced, that LD$ Inc. is the “only true and living church” on earth – and you should commit to giving at least 10% of your earnings, and much of your time to them in order to be “exalted”.    They will tell you how wonderful Mormo families are – but don’t be fooled, for that is Satan’s window dressing only.    Just try leaving Mormo-ism and see how Christlike and “loving” these families are!

Coming to a Face Book Chat near you, instead of a disrupting knock on your door.

On June 8, 1978 – Mormon “Prophet” Spencer Woolley Kimball pulled the wool over the collective eyes of the LDS (Mormon) Church faithful in a major way.   On this date, 35 years ago, the Mormon Church ended a full 130+ years of extreme racism and bigotry by allowing black males to not only “hold” the Mormon (Melchizedek and Aaronic) “Priesthood” – but to allow negro men and women to finally enter the faith’s temples and receive their “endowments” and “sealings”.

So, exactly how did Spencer Woolley pull the wool?  He let the gullible Mormon faithful falsely believe that he had a “revelation” from God, when in truth and fact, LDS Inc. was clearly in danger of losing their IRS non-profit standing unless they changed course and abandoned certain sacred “core doctrines” and teachings.   Worse than paying TAXES, however,  LDS Inc. would also be forced to disclose their financial empire to the IRS if they continued their discriminatory practices and dogma against the black race – in short – they would be forced to be 100% transparent.   (Imagine that – LDS Inc. providing audited financial statements!!  What a novel concept!)

What is astounding to me is how any honest person of color could ever be a Mormon, once the TRUTH of the LDS extreme racism is known to them.  Kind of like blacks joining up with the KKK in the deep south during the 1950’s and wearing sheets to a cross burning – it is way past bizarre.

You see, the TRUTH is simply this – the Mormon God (an exalted man doing business on a planet named Kolob) is not nearly as powerful as the U.S. Government!   He changes his mind on core, “soul-saving” dogma as often as is needed after man-made laws are enacted – first with Mormonism’s “sacred and divine” covenant of plural marriage (polygamy), and the all-important Mormon racism and hate doctrine entitled the “curse of Cain”.

Imagine Christians changing and omitting Jesus Christ’s words and teachings in the New Testament in order to satisfy the IRS and save massive tax dollars, aka Mammon.   Ludicrous, you say?  Of course – because if that were to happen, Jesus would be shown to be a fraud and a scamp – or worse.  No, TRUE CHRISTIANS NEVER CAPITULATE TO GOVERNMENTS EDICTS OF MAN AS FAR AS CHANGING THEIR NEW TESTAMENT GOSPEL TRUTHS ARE CONCERNED!!  Untold thousands of early Christians were slaughtered in the coliseums of Rome – faithful to their knowledge of the TRUTH that is the saving Gospel of Jesus Christ to fallen man.   The bottom line is simply this – if a “faith” is based on a huge lie and fraud, it can change its basic course as many times as it needs to – for the Creator of the Universe – Jesus of Nazareth – the God of Truth, simply doesn’t care to be involved with such nonsense.

Jesus Christ is truly no respecter of persons.   His love and His GOSPEL are given freely and equally to all human beings regardless of race, creed or skin color.   He would never be the author of the following LDS official declarations:

“Had I anything to do with the Negro, I would confine them by strict law to their own species, and put them on a national equalization” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, 270; History of the Church, 5: 218).

Shall I tell you the law of God in regard to the African race? If the white man who belongs to the chosen seed mixes his blood with the seed of Cain, [the black race] the penalty, under the law of God, is death on the spot. This will always be!” (History of the Church, 10:110 emphasis added.)  (Do you really think Jesus Christ would be so hateful – to kill somebody on the spot?)

But let them (people who question Brigham Young or the “brethren”) apostatize, and they will become gray-haired, wrinkled, and black, just like the Devil” (Brigham Young, Journal of Discourses, vol. 5, p. 332

Of course, Joseph Smith’s book that he channeled via his wondrous seerstone placed in his dark hat (the Book of Mormon) clearly explains that those who “murmur” against “prophets” (such as the first B of M prophet Lehi) are “cursed” with a “dark and loathsome” skin.   Have no fear, however, if one turns from their dark and wicked ways, this “sacred and ‘most correct’ book” explains that they may someday become “white and delightsome”.

This satanic garbage of stink actually persisted intact well into the 1950’s.  The following directive letter on the subject was sent Church-wide:

“From the days of the Prophet Joseph Smith even until now, it is has been the doctrine of the Church, never questioned by any of the Church leaders, that the Negroes are not entitled to the full blessings of the Gospel. “Furthermore, your ideas, as we understand them, appear to contemplate the intermarriage of the Negro and White races, a concept which has heretofore been most repugnant to most normal-minded people from the ancient patriarchs till now. God’s rule for Israel, His Chosen People, has been endogamous [meaning ‘marriage within a specific tribe or similar social unit]. Modern Israel [the Mormon Church] has been similarly directed.
“We are not unmindful of the fact that there is a growing tendency, particularly among some educators, as it manifests itself in this are, toward the breaking down of race barriers in the matter of intermarriage between whites and blacks, but it does not have the sanction of the Church and is contrary to Church doctrine. “
Faithfully yours,
George Albert Smith
J. Reuben Clark, Jr.
David O. McKay
To any person exhibiting even the barest modicum of common sense, the following doctrines and teachings would never be entertained for a split second, let alone accepted as core doctrines for 148 years (1830-1978) – yet Mormonism was built on such obvious fallacies. fantasies, and fairy tales as found in the Mormon “Journal of Discourses” and other official texts:
  • All human spirits born on planet earth were procreated in a “pre-existence 1st estate”  as literal sons and daughters of God via one or more of his polygamous wives, on the planet that the Mormon God lives on, named Kolob (koe-lawb).  Mormons actually have a hymn they sing entitled “If you could Hie to Kolob (visit it), in the Twinkling of an Eye.”
  • Adam and Eve were white people, living in the Garden of Eden in what is now Jackson County, Missouri. Adam and Eve were Anglo-Saxons of course (like 19th century Mormons).
  • Cain was a white man until he murdered Abel, so God cursed him and changed him instantly into the first Negro.  The Mark of Cain was a black skin, flat nose, and kinky hair.
  • The “seed of Cain” would also inherit this “curse” and “mark” for all time – therefore all blacks would absolutely be deprived of the “restored” Mormon Priesthood and Temple blessings until AFTER the 2nd coming of Christ and His millennial reign of a thousand years.
  • Cain married his sister, and she became the second Negro ever because the Lord also “changed” her from a white Anglo-Saxon looking woman into a Negro.  (Of course, Cain’s sister didn’t commit murder, she only had sex with a cursed Negro which is just as bad, if not worse.)
  • All the spirits who fought for Jesus against Lucifer in the War in Heaven, before this Earth was formed, but who were “less valiant”–were punished by being born into “the lineage of Cain” as Negroes, and thus “deprived of intelligence”, with “mis-shapen” and “ugly” bodies, and destined to be “servants” of the white man, their superiors, until the Curse of Cain was removed by the LORD sometime after the Millennium was over.
  • Canaan and his descendants went into Africa, and a few escaped to India and Australia and New Guinea.
  • All Negroes inherit the cursed “Mark of Cain” which is a black skin, flat nose, and kinky hair.
  • Negroes are to be banned from the Temple and the Priesthood until the Curse of Cain is removed by the Lord sometime after the Millennium (1000 year reign of Christ on Earth) is over.
  • This doctrine was known in Mormonism as The Curse of Cain Doctrine. Because of this warped, racist doctrine, all black Mormons, and anyone with “one drop of Negro blood” was banned from attending the Mormon Temple and the Mormon priesthood. All male Mormons over the age of 12 hold the “Aaronic” Priesthood, and they must have it in order to get into the highest heaven. All Mormons must be “Endowed” and “Sealed” in a Mormon Temple in order to get into the Celestial Kingdom (highest heaven). Without the priesthood and Temple endowments and sealings, a  black Mormon male can, at best, become a sexless eunuch an “eternal servant” of the WHITE Gods in the Celestial Kingdom.

I kid you not folks.  This is exactly what I was taught when I was a “white and delightsome” Mormon boy growing up in the 1960’s.   It is not a “myth” – it is absolute fact – regardless of how LDS Inc. wants to whitewash it today.

President Jimmy Carter changed all of this with his declarations to fully enforce “Title VI” of the 1964 Civil Rights Act.   You see, the Mormon leaders and their high-powered attorneys fought having to conform to the 1964 Civil Rights Act citing “separation of Church and State” arguments and “religious freedom”.   For a time, LDS Inc. was successful in preserving their brand of racism – but President Carter made it very clear that religious non-profit “churches” could continue their hateful discrimination dogma and practices if they so desired – but they would do so without tax-exempt status!     See  http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/?pid=7836

As I mentioned earlier, Jesus Christ is not the author of such madness.   In fact, the very concept of two “priesthoods” having to be “restored” is absolutely not biblical – but is a big part of the HOAX (the “other Gospel” Christ warned would come) that was the diseased mind of one Joseph Smith Jr.

Here’s a brief summary of Biblical FACTS that Smith clearly ignored as he founded his Strong Delusion:

The office of priest (and thus all “Priesthood”) was fulfilled in Jesus Christ. The Son of God became a man (Heb.2:9-14) so that He might offer Himself as a sacrifice ‘once to bear the sins of many’ (9:28). Hence, there is no longer a need for any “priesthood” to offer a sacrifice to atone for man’s sin (per the Old Testament). A permanent sacrifice has been made by Jesus Christ though His death on the Cross.”

When Christ died on the Cross of Calvary, God ripped the veil of the temple, “from top to bottom” (Matt. 27:51). That veil had separated men from God (where only the “priesthood” could have entered after ceremonial cleansing), now there is no more a veil, allowing all believers access to God through Jesus Christ, abolishing the old Aaronic priesthood and making all true believers in Christ His “royal priesthood, an holy nation” (1 Peter 2:9) to “offer sacrifices of praise to God continually…giving thanks to His name.” (Hebrews 13:15.)

Now the Bible records that there had been a person, a archetype shadow of Christ, named Melchizedek, who is said to have been “without beginning of days, nor the end of life; but made like unto the Son of God.” (Heb. 7:3) All of chapter 7 in the Letter to the Hebrews clearly demonstrates that there is only one who qualifies for that priesthood of “Melchizedek”, and that ONE is Jesus Christ!!!     You see,  Christ is the only one who “does not have beginning of days nor end of life.” He is Eternal God, aka Immanuel, who became a man to offer the Ultimate Sacrifice, that is Himself, as the payment for our sins. As there was only one high priest at a time in Israel, so we have only one High Priest nowJesus the mediator of the New Covenant, who does not need to be replaced like the old high priests, who, because of death, had to be replaced. He lives forever, making intercession for us. He has the Priesthood that does not pass from one to another (Hebrews 7:24). Every high priest in Israel was an Aaronic priest. There never were Melchizedek priests in Israel!   NEVER!!  So how can something be “restored” if it never existed??

Jesus Christ alone is our High Priest. He is our Prophet, Priest and soon coming King.

You see, when Mormons claim a High Priesthood of Melchizedek, they are basically denigrating Jesus of Nazareth to a much, much lower calling and stature.   He becomes a mere “Elder Brother” – not the almighty Creator-King of the Universe.   Ditto with “restoring” the “Temple” and the separating veil found therein.   Clearly, to the Mormons who claim temples and temple “work” is vital and necessary for salvation, Christ of a necessity failed and was an imposter.  He really isn’t God – the Jehovah of the Old Testament.  If temples and “priesthood authority” are still required today just as they were in 1oo B.C., Christ simply died in vain, and has no power to save.

SATANIC is the only apt description for such a massive and damnable LIE!

Imagine Jesus Christ walking the dusty streets of Judea in 30 A.D.   Imagine Him teaching often in parable – but sometimes in very plain directness.  Imagine Him telling the religious “authorities” (the High Priests) the TRUTH – that they are the literal seed of “the Devil”.   Imagine Him declaring to them very publicly in identifying who He truly was:  that before Father Abraham – I AM – (I AM is the Hebrew sacred name for God Almighty.)

Now imagine Him going to the Edomite power-brokers of downtown Jerusalem – Edomites masquerading as “Israelites” (God’s “Chosen” people) and paying them outrageous sums of money to SPREAD HIS FAME!!

Of course, that very thought is highly ludicrous.    Christ let His actions, His Teachings, and His Miracles speak for themselves.  In other words, He simply produced incredibly marvelous FRUIT.

Christ Himself, in His Holy Bible, declared that “grievous wolves” would enter the flock in order to deceive “even the very elect”.   He explained that Satan can and will transform himself into an “angel of light” (such as Moroni) who would bring a most accursed “other gospel” to the people of the world in order to lead them astray from the true Christ.

I submit that it is that liar and deceiver SATAN who would be the first to hire a slick modern-day PR firm in order to cover his lies and dark dealings – not Jesus Christ.

They call themselves the Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter Day Saints (Mormon is a nickname.)    They, thanks to Gordon B. Hinckley in his decades of “leadership” as an Apostle and “Prophet’,  have given untold millions over the years to a company named Edelman Public Relations Worldwide, a notorious Edomite (modern “Jewish”) Madison Avenue PR Firm.   I submit that one solitary fact speaks VOLUMES about the massive LIE that is “Mormonism”!

Edelman Public Relations Worldwide savior to the Mormons - Richard Edelman.

















You see, fantasticly talented people and truly wholesome products have absolutely no need to hire a PR firm to basically brainwash people on a massive scale in order to grow their bottom lines.  For instance – do you think LeBron James of the Miami Heat needs to hire an Adelman PR Worldwide to convince America that he’s the best basketball player in the nation?   No – his actions on the hardwood speak for themselves.  Conversely, take Big Tobacco – R.J. Reynolds – (another Edomite “Jewish” company).  Do they need a company like Adelman to brainwash the public into falsely believing that cigarettes are fine to smoke – thus keeping their profits intact? Of course they do!   What about the American Cancer Society?  Do they need Adelman to convince  people to keep donating hundreds of millions of dollars to them – even though they are absolutely no closer to “curing” cancer despite decades of massive “donations” raised for that very purpose?   Well, you see, the Mormons, Big Tobacco, and the ACS all have one big thing in common – they are all major clients of Adelman PR Worldwide.  See article at: http://www.prwatch.org/prwissues/2003Q3/cancer.html

You see, it was Adelman PR Worldwide, a Jewish (anti-Christian) firm, who was responsible for enlarging JESUS CHRIST in the LDS title and signage “branding” in the year 1995,  in order to fool the gullible masses into thinking it is Jesus Christ’s “church”.   The ravening wolf in sheep’s clothing, indeed.   PR Firms like Adelman guide corporations into developing specific MARKETING STRATEGIES, where often the TRUTH is stretched to the breaking point.   Consider this exceptionally well-written piece by Janis Hutchinson:



Bruce Olsen – Managing Director Public Affairs Department LDS Church posted this glowing PR report on their PR Firm on June 18, 2005.  I submit it speaks for itself without any comment, once you see the work Edelman has done for Big Tobacco:

“For a public relations firm with a Jewish founder to take on The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as a client was an extraordinary step on Dan Edelman’s part. But the glue that has held the two organizations together these past years has been shared values.

Dan Edelman has always been a man of principle. His heart and his sense of right have caused Dan and his company to take on many causes that may not have been popular at the time. Values like honoring the memory of ancestors, love of God, strong family ties, integrity and honor are important to both organizations.

To the Mormon leaders in Salt Lake City, Dan Edelman is not just a highly respected public relations advisor, he is a trusted friend.

Dan, we salute you on this milestone, and hope for the benefit of many more years of your truly exceptional, professional caring.

We send our love to you, Ruth and each member of your family.






Mammonism (aka Mormonism) Exposed by Two Honest Men

This is a re-posting from the public blog of a man named Christoper Ralph – who loves TRUTH, HONOR, and EXCELLENCE more than Mammon.  I met Grant Palmer over a decade ago, and shared with him my research on Joseph Smith’s “Mentor” – Luman Walters.   Grant Palmer is another very honest man!
Please share this with all LDS people who are sincere, and who love TRUTH!
—— A. True Ott

3 Meetings with an LDS General Authority, 2012/2013 ~ Grant H. Palmer

The following very interesting memorandum was received on 5th April 2013 from Grant H. Palmer, and  is shared here with his permission.

grant palmer

Grant is a renowned LDS historian, and is author of “An Insider’s View of Mormon Origins”, which is referred to in the following memorandum. Further details of that book may be found here:


Three Meetings with a LDS General Authority, 2012- 2013

Grant H. Palmer

 In mid-October 2012, a returned LDS Mission President contacted me to arrange a meeting. Several days later, he called again and said that a member of the First Quorum of the Seventy also wished to attend. He said the General Authority would attend on condition that I not name him or repeat any stories that would identify him. He explained that neither of them, including the GA’s wife, believed the founding claims of the restoration were true. He clarified that they had read my book, An Insider’s View of Mormon Origins, and had concluded that the LDS Church was not true; was not what it claimed to be. The GA often went to the MormonThink.com website for information and there discovered my book. The Mission President said he received my book from the GA.         

 We have at this writing met three times. We first met on Tuesday, October 23, 2012 and again February 14, 2013 at my house. On March 26, 2013 we convened at the GAs house. Upon entering my home for the first meeting the GA said, “We are here to learn.” I recognized him. He has been a member of the First Quorum of the Seventy for a number of years. He has served in several high profile assignments during this period. The following are the more important statements made by the GA during our first three meetings. We now meet monthly.

 He said that each new member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles is given one million dollars to take care of any financial obligations they have. This money gift allows them to fully focus on the ministry. He said that the overriding consideration of who is chosen is whether they are “church broke,” meaning, will they do whatever they are told. He said the senior six apostles make the agenda and do most of the talking. The junior six are told to observe, listen and learn and really only comment if they are asked. He said that it takes about two to three years before the new apostle discovers that the church is not true. He said it took Dieter F. Uchtdorf a little longer because he was an outsider. He said they privately talk among themselves and know the foundational claims of the restoration are not true, but continue on boldly “because the people need it,” meaning the people need the church. When the Mission President voiced skepticism and named ___ as one who surely did believe, The GA said: “No, he doesn’t.” The one million dollar gift, plus their totally obedient attitude makes it easy for them to go along when they find out the church is not true. For these reasons and others, he doesn’t expect any apostle to ever expose the truth about the foundational claims.

 When I asked the GA how he knew these things, he answered by saying that the Quorum of the Twelve today is more isolated from the Quorums of the Seventies now because there are several of them. When only one Quorum of the Seventy existed, there was more intimacy. During his one on one assignments with an apostle, conversations were more familiar. He said that none of the apostles ever said to him directly that they did not believe; but that it was his opinion based on “my interactions with them.” Also, that none of the Twelve want to discuss “truth issues,” meaning issues regarding the foundational claims of the church. He said that the apostle’s lives are so completely and entirely enmeshed in every detail of their lives in the church, that many of them would probably die defending the church rather than admit the truth about Joseph Smith and the foundations of the church.

The GA stated that my disciplinary action (which would have occurred on the final Sunday of October 2010 had I not resigned), was mandated/ordered/approved by the First Presidency of the Church. I said that if the apostles know the church is not true and yet order a disciplinary hearing for my writing a book that is almost certainly true regarding the foundational claims of the church, then they are corrupt even evil. He replied, “That’s right!”

The GA said the church is like a weakened dam. At first you don’t see cracks on the face; nevertheless, things are happening behind the scenes. Eventually, small cracks appear, and then the dam will “explode.” When it does, he said, the members are going to be “shocked” and will need scholars/historians like me to educate them regarding the Mormon past.

 The Mission President and the GA both said they attend church every Sunday and feel like “a hypocrite and trapped.” The GA said his ward treats him like a king and when he gives firesides and speaks to LDS congregations they have high expectations of him. He would like to do more in getting the truth out besides raising a few questions when speaking and gifting my book to others when feeling comfortable. Perhaps this is why he has reached out to me. The GA is a man of integrity and very loving. Upon leaving each time, he always gives me a big hug.

 Do the Following Statements Support the Disclosures of the GA?

 Apostle Boyd K. Packer said to Michael Quinn when interviewing him for a history position at BYU in 1976, “I have a hard time with historians because they idolize the truth. The truth is not uplifting, it destroys,” quoted in, Faithful History: Essays on Writing Mormon History, editor, George D. Smith, (Salt Lake City, Utah: Signature Books, 1992), 76n22.

Gregory Prince, who wrote a seminal biography of President David O. McKay, related to me that when he interviewed Hugh Nibley, a professor at BYU in 1995, that “At one point in the interview he [Nibley] asked that I turn off the tape recorder, which I did. He then related a curious anecdote relating to McKay and the Book of Mormon,” indicating that McKay did not believe in the historicity of the Book of Mormon (emails exchanged between me and Greg Prince on June 22, 2005. These documents are located in The Grant H. Palmer Papers, Accn 2071, Manuscripts Division, Marriott Library, University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah).

Thomas Stuart Ferguson, a California lawyer, church member and avid amateur archeologist, took the Egyptian papyri that was gifted to the church in 1967 to several Egyptologists at Berkeley, and as I recall Brown University and had them independently translated. All said the papyri were common funerary rites from the Book of the Dead. Ferguson then took their statements to apostle Hugh B. Brown, and after reviewing the evidence “with Brother Brown he said that Brother Brown agreed with him that it was not scripture …. that Hugh B. Brown did not believe the Book of Abraham was what the church said it was” (Journal entry of Ronald O. Barney concerning Thomas Stuart Ferguson on 19 April, 1984. Barney, now retired, worked at the LDS Library and Archives at Church headquarters, in Salt Lake City). Ferguson also said the same to Gerald and Sandra Tanner on December 2, 1970: “Mr. Ferguson had just visited with Mormon apostle Hugh B. Brown before coming to our house, and said that Brown has also come to the conclusion that the Book of Abraham was false” (Letter of Gerald Tanner to Dee Jay Nelson, December 10, 1970, published by Modern Microfilm Co., SLC, Utah).

In the field of modern Quantum Physics, the word ETHER is defined as: a very rarefied and highly elastic substance formerly believed to permeate all space, including the interstices between the particles of matter, and to be the medium whose vibrations constituted light and other electromagnetic radiation.”  In other words, it is the very essence of the inter-dimensional plane that separates all “parallel universes” from what is commonly termed “reality” on the earth today.

There can be very little doubt that Joseph Smith, Jr., the founder of “Mormonism” (aka the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) spent quite a bit of time exploring the “Ether” in a state of cognitive dissociation.   At the very tender age of 7 years, he contracted typhus.  A very large abscess of typhus toxins settled under his arm – swelling it severely – and he became critically ill.   Physicians at nearby Dartmouth College in the vicinity of the Smith home in Sharon, Vermont, proceeded to surgically lance the abscess and drain it of its infection, but that was only the beginning of young Joseph’s troubles.  The toxins eventually moved, and colonized massively in the lad’s shin bone and periosteum.  He then endured two other highly traumatic “experimental” surgeries performed without any anesthesia.

The complete details of the incredibly GORY HISTORY of these half-day-long surgeries from the actual Dartmouth microfiche records are explained in Dr. William Morain’s incredible book, “The Sword of Laban  – Joseph Smith Jr. and the Dissociated Mind.”

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The synopsis of the book explains:

A whole life can be shaped by an old trauma, remembered or not.”   Lenore Terr, Child Psychiatrist

What behavioral patterns could one expect from an adult whose brutal childhood traumas held themes of dismemberment, punishment, and worse? For Joseph Smith, Jr., the founder of Mormonism, a religious superstructure of narcissism may well have evolved, with sexual and ritualistic features that flowed directly from traumatic events.

Joseph suffered unspeakable pain as a seven-year-old child from a leg bone infection and its surgical treatments without anesthesia. He survived as the crippled middle child of an impoverished migrant family, retreating into a fantasy world of violence, persecution, and revenge from which he never completely emerged. As an adolescent, the sudden death of his beloved older brother Alvin contributed bizarre bereavement fantasies to an already traumatized psyche.

Lucy Mack Smith, Joseph’s mother, declared in her book that in the years following his very real brush with death,  young Joseph would often mesmerize the entire family with his vivid tales and detailed descriptions of ancient peoples and their magnificent cities.  He often told them that he had actually visited the places and conversed with the people.  As Dr. Morain documents in his highly professional treatise, this is a CLASSIC example of a clinical psychological condition known today as “Dissociative Identity Disorder” – aka D.I.D. or M.P.D. (Multiple Personality Disorder).     Today, such traumatized mental patients are quite rare thanks to the advance of modern medicine and anesthesia, but occasionally, D.I.D. is still diagnosed and successfully treated.   The D.I.D. victim is  often institutionalized, counseled, and medicated to control their delusional excursions into their make-believe land of fantasy (the Ether) and its illusion – and thus many are able to significantly contribute positively to society.  In the early 1800’s, however, they were simply odd, or “special” people. Clearly, they were not “normal” by any definition.   The public’s perception of such an individual fell into three camps of thought:  Some just ignored them as “quaint” but harmless, many others felt they were “evil” or “possessed of the devil”.  Still others regarded them as special “prophets” sent from God.

Often,  the D.I.D/M.P.D. victim often develops into a highly narcissistic adult personality if untreated.   They develop an insatiable desire for titles and honors.  They also develop an extremely hyper libido – and the desire for multiple sex partners becomes insatiable.

This, then, is the true personal history of  the life of Joseph Smith, Jr.  Keep in mind this is written not to condemn the man, only to explain him rationally and logically.    At 12 years of age, the traumatized D.I.D. victim Joseph became the apprentice/constant companion of a man named Luman Walters.   Sadly, Walters’ history is extremely dark.  He was a favored student of the high-level Masonic hypnotist Anton Mesmer in Austria, and was eventually expelled from Europe for “wizardry and necromancy”.   Walters’ name (L. Walters – America) appears as one of the “charter members” of an Austrian secret society called “The Fratris Lucis” (The Brotherhood of Lucifer.)   Walters’ was trained and skilled in the use of mind-twisting entheogens such as Amanita Mascara mushrooms and Daitura – used for thousands of years by the “shamans” of various satanic mystery cults over the centuries in order  to produce ‘sacred’ visions with the ‘God of the Earth’.   There can be little doubt from analyzing the factual historical record, that Joseph Smith literally became the “Sorcerer’s Apprentice”.   LDS Church Historian D. Michael Quinn in his seminal book: “Early Mormonism and the Magic World View” declares that Joseph and Walters’ became “inseparable constant companions”.

At age 14, Smith had his “First Vision” which was “early in the Spring of 1820”.  (No specific DATE was ever given by Smith.)  In this “1st Vision” Smith claims all CHRISTIAN churches are “abominations” and that he alone would establish the only “true” church.  A decade later, March 26, 1830 – the first printing of the “Book of Mormon” is released for sale.  There are no “Chapters or Verse” structures in the original text – it looks and reads just like any other traditional book – fictional fairy-tale or otherwise.  Just days after the book is published, the “Mormon” Church officially begins with SIX (6) members on the 6th day of April, 1830.

Joseph Smith Jr., then embarks on a most remarkable journey into the pages of American religious history.  In 1834 Smith leads a small Mormon army entitled “Zion’s Camp” from Ohio to Western Missouri.  Smith promises complete physical victory over the old-time Missouri settlers who Smith declares are wrongfully possessing the sacred lands of the Biblical “Garden of Eden” (aka Adam Ondi-Ahman).  In spite of Smith’s “sacred revelations” and promises of divine intervention – “Zion’s Camp” fails miserably.   The stragglers limp back to Ohio, while Smith’s most zealous and militant supporters stay in Missouri.    Just two years later, Smith forms a completely fraudulent “Bank” in Kirtland, and proceeds to issue thousands of bogus bank notes not backed by silver or gold.  The “Kirtland Safety Anti-Banking Society” ponzi scheme ends in complete disaster – and his “Church” very nearly collapses from the scandal.  Smith and his “First Counselor” accomplice, Sidney Rigdon, leave Ohio minutes ahead of angry mobs, and are subsequently welcomed with open arms by the Mormon zealots in Missouri who dismiss the truth of the banking scandal as the rantings of “apostates”.   On the 4th of July, 1838, Rigdon gives a rabble-rousing “Salt of the Earth” speech wherein he declares all “Gentile” non-Mormons are the mortal and eternal enemy of God’s Kingdom and must be either converted to Mormonism or exterminated. (Salt with savor is good for nothing and must be trodden underfoot.)   This speech IMMEDIATELY sparks incredible hostilities, and as a direct result, the Mormons are expelled from Missouri the following year after extensive bloodshed and looting BY BOTH SIDES.  By 1840, Smith and his entourage are busy building “Nauvoo, the Beautiful” in Illinois on reclaimed, mosquito-infested swampland.   On June 27, 1844 – Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum are killed in Carthage Jail.

What an incredible 14 years!   During this time, Smith assembled and equipped the largest private military force in America (The Nauvoo Legion), made himself a GENERAL in  his own army, (replete with a uniform that would have made Napoleon blush), married and sired children with at least 34 women, and campaigned for the U.S Presidency.   At the very least, this D.I.D. victim was extremely “colorful” if nothing else.

Today, the Mormon Church that Smith founded has grown into a multi-national corporate empire dominated by secrecy. High-level Mormons such as Brent Scowcroft dominate the CIA, NSA, and Homeland Security.  The details of its obviously vast financial holdings are guarded better than the Pentagon’s classified data.   They pay zero taxes on their accumulated wealth.   Millions of sincere people continuously contribute 10 percent or more of their income as well as donating massive amounts of volunteer labor.   Tens of thousands of young men and women serve “missions” at their own expense – missions designed to convert “abominable” Christians into their “one-true” faith based on works, works, and more works.

It is completely amazing to me personally, as an Ex-Mormon, to observe the mass mind-control methods used by this “Church” on its membership.  Critical reasoning skills are denigrated and demonized.   Honest questioning and study is forbidden as “Sinful”.   FEAR manipulated via peer pressure rules their lives.

If only the Mormon people would DEEPLY study the King James Bible – and apply even a small modicum of critical reasoning and logic – they would quickly see the D.I.D.-induced fantasies of Joseph Smith and the fact that he was indeed clearly delusional and suffering from (as his wife Emma candidly defined it) a “diseased mind”.  For instance, they would come to realize the PROBLEMS with the portion of the Book of Mormon called the “Book of Ether.”   In a nutshell, either (Ether) the Book of Mormon is correct, or the Bible is.  One or the other – both cannot co-exist because of the “Book of Ether” declarations.   Here’s a short synopsis explaining why this is true:

The “Book of Ether” is Joe Smith’s account of a people he calls the “Jaredites”.   According to the B of M,  a man named “Jared” was present at the Tower of Babel event following the biblical flood.   Jared is more “righteous” than anyone in the land, including Shem.   Just like Joe Smith, because of his incredible “righteousness”, Jared is allowed to see the great God Jehovah and actually lives to tell about it.  Apparently Christ’s apostle John was ignorant about Jared, and thus completely wrong and mistaken when he wrote:

“No man hath seen God at any time; the only begotten Son, which is in the bosom of the Father, he hath declared him.” (John 1:18)

Incredibly, Jared then learns and records what the “abominable Christians” of Smith’s day have known and taught for two thousand years – that JEHOVAH is JESUS CHRIST – that Jesus Christ is BOTH the Son, as well as the Father and is the ONLY HOPE OF REDEMPTION OF MAN FROM THE “FALL” OF ADAM.  (See B of M Ether 3:13-14)  One has to wonder why Joseph Smith taught exactly the opposite fallacy – that the Father and the Son are separate, distinct individuals of flesh and blood.  In fact, Smith in a eulogy sermon at the funeral of a man named King Follett declared that God the Father was simply an exalted man.

Following this amazing vision, the hero/prophet Jared and his Brother, (Joseph and his brother Hyrum were also uber-righteous and thus blessed by God above all others) and all of their superior-righteous friends prevail upon Christ NOT to confound their languages.  Christ grants the request and then promises them additionally that because of their self-righteous elitism,  they will be given a special land “choice above all other lands” for them to inherit.  These are exactly the same words given to Lehi and his entourage in 600 B.C.  There’s only one rub – the Jaredites will  have to cross the mighty ocean to get to this “choice land” – which is of course, pre-Columbian AMERICA.

This is where the “Jaredite” story gets really, well, “crazy”.  As in D.I.D. ethereal psycho-brain crazy.   They are told by Jesus to build special “barges” just as they did once before apparently very successfully; for these “Jaredites” earlier used them to cross “many waters”.  (Ether 2:6)  For some strange reason, however, this time around- Jared and his buddies suddenly don’t have a clue about how to build and then survive in these new barges – let alone navigate them!   According to Ether Chapter 3, these new wooden “barges” are “tight like unto a dish” – top, bottom and sides.   Watertight? YES, Airtight? Absolutely!  Dark?  As dark as Hell itself!   Jared is deeply baffled and confused about this obvious problem after they are built.  WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THESE 8 BARGES NOW, LORD JESUS???  IN THEM WE HAVE NO LIGHT; WHITHER SHALL WE STEER? AND ALSO WE SHALL PERISH, FOR IN THEM WE CANNOT BREATHE, ——- THEREFORE WE SHALL PERISH!   What is the great Jehovah’s answer – the same Jehovah who less than a hundred years earlier gave very specific instructions in master-ship-building engineering to a man name Noah who successfully constructed the equivalent of a luxury cruise ship to house two of every animal?  Get this – he simply tells Jared to: “Make a HOLE in the TOP, AND ALSO IN THE BOTTOM, (apparently these incredible “tight as a dish” vessels could flip over as needed) and when thou shalt suffer for air thou shalt unstop the hole and receive air. AND IF IT BE SO THAT THE WATER COME IN UPON THEE, BEHOLD – YE SHALL STOP THE HOLE, THAT YE MAY NOT PERISH IN THE FLOOD!”  (Ether 2:20)   BRILLIANT!  Absolutely BRILLIANT advice from the Creator of the Universe!! Now why didn’t Jared think of that???

Wow!  That has to be the wisest and most profound COUNSEL from God to Man since the dawn of creation!   Jared then goes out and cuts his holes and makes his “stopper-plugs” – but then realizes the barges are still dark as Hades.   So Jared again asks Jehovah/Jesus for instructions, for he is still “in the dark”.  This time, however, the mighty CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE has no idea what to do.  “Let’s see, Jared, you can’t cut windows in these tight-as-a-dish miracle barges, and you can’t have FIRE.  WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?”   In other words – Christ says: “you tell ME how to fix this dilemma – I don’t have a clue!”   Then the smarter-than-God Jared politely asks Jehovah to touch some clear stones and make them glow for their light.  This is what leads to Jared first seeing Jehovah’s finger touching the stones – and then his whole body is seen, which Jared learns is the coming Jesus Christ.

I find it stranger still that Jared didn’t seem to be at all concerned about how he was going to deal with the feces and urine sloshing around in these “tight as a dish” vessels during the upcoming.   Keep in mind he also had his flocks and his “swarms of honeybees” to deal with also in these vessels.  It would seem that breathing fresh air is only a part of a much bigger dilemma – imagine the smell emanating from the numerous men, women, and animals in an air-tight vessel only as “large as a tree” for weeks on end.

This construction project is diametrically different than Noah’s multi-year construction project.   Jehovah gave precise construction blueprints to Noah, who had NEVER built a ship before.

As improbable as the barge-building account is to believe, the final clue that the entire fanciful tale is the product of a diseased D.I.D. mind is the historical facts concerning the “Book of the Ether” and its account of the Tower of Babel.   Flavius Josephus documents the biblical account extremely well, and gives us important details.    In his “Antiquities of the Jews” Josephus records the following:


1. Now the sons of Noah were three, – Shem, Japhet, and Ham, born one hundred years before the Deluge. These first of all descended from the mountains into the plains, and fixed their habitation there; and persuaded others (sons and daughters) who were greatly afraid of the lower grounds on account of the flood, and so were very loath to come down from the higher places, to venture to follow their examples. Now the plain in which they first dwelt was called Shinar. God also commanded them to send colonies abroad, for the thorough peopling of the earth, that they might not raise seditions among themselves, but might cultivate a great part of the earth, and enjoy its fruits after a plentiful manner. But they were so ill instructed that they did not obey God; for which reason they fell into calamities, and were made sensible, by experience, of what sin they had been guilty: for when they flourished with a numerous youth, God admonished them again to send out colonies; but they, imagining the prosperity they enjoyed was not derived from the favor of God, but supposing that their own power was the proper cause of the plentiful condition they were in, did not obey him. Nay, they added to this their disobedience to the Divine will, the suspicion that they were therefore ordered to send out separate colonies, that, being divided asunder, they might the more easily be Oppressed.

2. Now it was Nimrod who excited them to such an affront and contempt of God. He was the grandson of Ham, the son of Noah, a bold man, and of great strength of hand. He persuaded them not to ascribe it to God, as if it was through his means they were happy, but to believe that it was their own courage which procured that happiness. He also gradually changed the government into tyranny, seeing no other way of turning men from the fear of God, but to bring them into a constant dependence on his power. He also said he would be revenged on God, if he should have a mind to drown the world again; for that he would build a tower too high for the waters to be able to reach! and that he would avenge himself on God for destroying their forefathers !

3. Now the multitude were very ready to follow the determination of Nimrod, and to esteem it a piece of cowardice to submit to God; and they built a tower, neither sparing any pains, nor being in any degree negligent about the work: and, by reason of the multitude of hands employed in it, it grew very high, sooner than any one could expect; but the thickness of it was so great, and it was so strongly built, that thereby its great height seemed, upon the view, to be less than it really was. It was built of burnt brick, cemented together with mortar, made of bitumen, that it might not be liable to admit water. When God saw that they acted so madly, he did not resolve to destroy them utterly, since they were not grown wiser by the destruction of the former sinners; but he caused a tumult among them, by producing in them divers languages, and causing that, through the multitude of those languages, they should not be able to understand one another. The place wherein they built the tower is now called Babylon, because of the confusion of that language which they readily understood before; for the Hebrews mean by the word Babel, confusion. 

Ether 2:1 clearly indicates that this quite size-able entourage of “Jaredites” led by the mighty hero Jared “went down” into the valley that was called Nimrod as this great tower was being constructed.   The problem is, according to the Genesis account, as well as historians like Josephus, and the Book of Jubilees account – there was nobody named Jared ANYWHERE in the sacred genealogy.   Keep in mind that at the time of Nimrod – who clearly was the Grandson of Noah’s son Ham – every body in the plain of Shinar was either a cousin, or a brother, or an uncle, etc.   Genesis Chapter 10 is VERY clear on this.  When the Tower was built, the only families were Ham’s four sons and their posterity (Nimrod being the son of Ham’s son Cush), Japheth’s seven sons, and Shem’s five sons.   Each and every son and grandson is accounted for as the Tower of Babel was being built.  JARED is simply not listed in the biblical genealogy.   He simply didn’t exist, according to the Genesis account.    Whoever wrote this fictional book of Ether should have used a different Genesis name for their hero – such as Elishah or Eber, if they wanted it to be taken seriously as true scripture!!  How about Asshur and his clan – who were the only ones to abandon the Land of Shinar before the Tower was constructed?   (Asshur’s family are all accounted for too – no “Jared” or his brother (Mahonri Moriancumer?) there either.)

That’s not the worst problem for Book of Mormon believers to deal with, however.   The BIGGEST problem is that Jared’s “Choice Land” [i.e. the North American Continent] didn’t even exist at the time of the Tower of Babel, so how could Jared have possible sailed there in his wooden, “tight as a dish” barges???   “Continental Drift” had simply not yet occurred!  There was no “Atlantic Ocean” and the land mass of North, Central, and South America was simply a part of the combined mass-continent at the time of the Tower of Babel – much of which was still submerged under water by the deluge.  OOPS!   See what happens when one tells fairy tales plucked from the Ether if you don’t know Bible History and world geography???

The Holy Bible is quite clear on this fact.   Shem’s son Arphaxad begat Salah (the 1st cousin of Cush – Salah means scattering of the people – as in the Babel incident), who begat Eber (the same generation as Nimrod, his 2nd cousin), who begat a son named Peleg!  In Hebrew, Peleg literally means “Divison by 7”!  Genesis 10:25 tells us: “in his [Peleg’s] days WAS THE EARTH DIVIDED!”  Notice it says THE EARTH – not the ‘people of the earth’ – literally meaning the division of the earth itself into 7 land masses known today as “continents”.  Peleg lived well over 200 years, and was the 4th generation from Noah – so we’re talking at least 150 years since the tower of Babel and the scattering of people and scrambling of tongues!  Futhermore, “continental drift” is a rather slow yet steady process of “dividing the earth” into the seven continents.  It would likely have taken many, many centuries for the North American continent to drift to the point that it needed sailing vessels (or tight-as-a-dish barges) to reach it.

The concept of “Continental Drift” is one biblical concept that is generally accepted by science these days.  Check out this animation from the U.S. Geological Survey to show exactly how the SEVEN continents formed over time, (and are still moving today).

Continental Drift

In conclusion, check out this modern replica of Noah’s Ark – built from the Biblical dimensions and descriptions.  Seems funny that BYU apologists have to-date failed to build any replica of the Jaredite Tight-as-a-Dish Barges for display at Utah Lake!!

I had to laugh at today’s Salt Lake Tribune front-page story.  The entire article pointed an accusatory, holier-than-thou  finger at the FLDS (Fundamentalist LDS) “Big Brethren” spycams positioned pretty much everywhere in the twin FLDS enclave towns of Hilldale and Colorado City.

See http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/56010278-78/cameras-jessop-flds-sltrib.html.csp

The reason why I had to laugh is because the FLDS technology pictured is old-fashioned, and quite archaic,  just like their “old-fashioned” sacred, holy underwear – aka “The Garments”.   The FLDS Mormons do not believe in changing something that was originally declared to be “PERFECT” by their God-Man Joe.  They maintain COMPLETE loyalty to the infallible teachings of Joe Smith, Bring-em Young, and John Taylor, the original BIG THREE of Mormonism’s primal roots.  The FLDS wear the ORIGINAL holy underwear – which covers the entire body from the neck, to the wrists, and to the ankles.  They also follow to the exact letter Holy Joe’s revelation on POLYGAMY – (still found in the LDS canon of scripture – D & C Section 132 interesting enough.)

I had to laugh, you see, because the modern, multi-billion-dollar international corporate BUSINESS called LDS Inc. employs an even GREATER and MUCH MORE SOPHISTICATED SPY NETWORK than the FLDS could ever hope to employ.   The Tribune has turned a blind eye to the fact that SURVEILLANCE AND MONITORING of modern LDS Members by their “leaders” is every bit as intrusive as that employed by the FLDS, and is likely much more so.   The only difference is the LDS “big brethren” employ a much more modern and much more sophisticated spy system.   Their “cameras” and “microphones” are much smaller, and so are much less noticeable.    Unlike FLDS “brother Jessop” – LD$ Inc.’s SPY CENTRAL (the “Strengthening the Members Committee”) has a direct pipeline to the latest and greatest  CIA and NSA technology (including spy satellites) – so much so that the NSA is constructing their massive new “Data Collection” Center in southern Salt Lake Valley – with the FULL COOPERATION of the LD$ “Brethren”.

That’s one of the reasons I personally extracted myself from the cult of Mormonism – I could no longer abide their intrusions into my privacy.  I know that statement’s pretty hard for many people to believe, especially the devout Mormon faithful.  But it’s true.   If you doubt it – just start publicly questioning the Holy Brethren – and see for yourself.   When I started “questioning” in 1997, I was “invited” to LD$ Inc. headquarters to meet with a “general authority” named Ben Banks.   We met for nearly an hour.  All that was on his desk was a rather large “file” – the “FILE” on Alma True Ott – MORMON!   For over 30 minutes, “Elder” Banks asked me DETAILED questions on each of my four children and my spouse Joan.  He actually knew every minute detail about their school activities – and had VERY accurate info on their individual personality profiles.  He then told me all about Joan – and about her widowed mother Francis.  I was stunned and amazed at his accuracy and depth of detail.

The last 10 minutes was spent in him letting me know that my FAMILY was my greatest possession – and my recent “activities” and “questioning” was endangering my family and all-important “priesthood”.  He told me: ‘God knows how to deal with people like you! Never forget that!”

Look, I am not above receiving honest and helpful “counseling” – in fact, I welcome it.   At first I was grateful for this interview.  However, during the 4-hour drive from SLC to my home in Cedar City, I couldn’t help but become more and more troubled by it.  Why?  I kept asking myself how it was that this “Elder Banks” literally knew more about my wife’s family, and my children’s school activities than I did.  Was it because I was a bad father?  No – it was just because I didn’t have a broad-based SPY network that could instantly prepare detailed “intelligence” reports about anyone in their database!

So you see, that is why I had to laugh at the Tribune’s front page story.    Pick on the smaller FLDS – don’t focus light on the BIG Elephant not only in your private living room – but defecating all over the carpet and furniture in a major way!

A few years later, as I was seriously contemplating sending a letter resigning my LDS “membership” – my decision to leave was made quite easy for me.   My good Mormon “home teacher” asked for a private, one-on-one meeting with me.   (“Home Teaching” in Mormonism works like this – each Mormon family is assigned a “priesthood” member to visit them in their homes at least once a month.   If this “home teacher” finds any “apostasy” or deep “questioning’ going on, they are instructed to let the “bishopric” know about it during what is called “correlation” meetings.  This is the tip of the Mormon spy network iceberg.)

My “home teacher” was an ultra-devout moron who would have made a GREAT Nazi Gestapo operative.  Earlier, I had shared with him my concerns about the GREEN TEMPLE APRON – given to “endowed” Mormons in the temple ritual by Satan himself.   He informed me he had prayed about me and my questions with the Stake Presidency – and he was SO PROUD that he had received “divine revelation” for me personally.  His “revelation” would “save my eternal soul” he declared.   Here is his “revelation” from the Mormon God.

He said in a low, soft, voice: “Brother True, after much prayer, and mediation in my calling as your home teacher, I received a clear answer on your behalf.   I was visited by THE SAME ANGELIC MESSENGER FROM ELOHIM who first told me THAT THIS CHURCH IS TRUE – and so I no longer can doubt!  I heard his voice as clearly as you hear mine now. He wants you to know that you are an extremely valiant spirit and MUST NOT be deceived by Satan into such evil questioning of the Holy Temple Endowment, and God’s Anointed Prophet, President Hinckley.   Satan wants you very badly.   Father wants you to know that because of your high calling and position – such actions are worse than murder in his eyes.  There are sins, Brother True, that simply are not COVERED BY THE ATONEMENT and BLOOD OF CHRIST – and questioning the Brethren is the worst of all sins.   I was told that as your Home Teacher, I cannot let this happen – and that I am responsible for saving your soul.   My message to you is that it is much better for you to die right now, this very day, than to ever risk losing your “priesthood” because of your apostate questioning.”

I let that shocking news sink in for a few moments, then asked: “My Dear Brother R——- – are you saying I’d be much better off dead than losing my membership and standing?”    “Yes, I am telling you EXACTLY that,” he responded without the slightest hesitation.

“I see.  So, as my loving Home Teacher – would you be willing to take a butcher knife right now and slit my throat from ear-to-ear to save me from myself?” I asked.

His response sent a cold shiver down my spine.  “If the ‘councill’ approves, I would deem it a most high honor – Yes, I would! Absolutely!”

Now I’m a pretty big man – I stand 6’7″ inches and weigh around 280.   “Brother R” was much smaller.  I have to admit, I SAW RED and was angered as I have rarely been before!!  I stood up and yelled: “How DARE you!!!  You come into my house and threaten me with death!  I’m not buying the FEAR you’re peddling!!  GET OUT before I toss you through that window!!!  AND NEVER COME BACK — EVER!!!”   Brother R. left rather quickly, and I have never had another “home teacher”.

48 hours later, I mailed my resignation letter to LD$ Inc. headquarters – and I have never regretted it for one minute.  Freedom is a pretty wonderful thing!

Here are seven FACTS that every seeker of Truth needs to know about the Mormon cult:

1. They teach that the doctrine of the Mormon Church is never to be questioned:  the doctrine is to be accepted by the “spirit” witness, and therefore is not to be critically examined.

2. They teach that the Mormon Church cult is the only true church on the face of the earth. All other organizations are “abominations”.  See Pearl of Great Price – Joseph Smith’s “First Vision”.

3. Mormon Church members are taught to feel part of an ultra-elite corps. Blindly following the LIVING, current “Prophet” insures members eternal life and exaltation as a GOD.

4. The Mormon Church promotes a sense of community with love and friendship, with a special level of flattery and attention to new members, but this is only if they CONFORM.  

5. Mormon Church members are totally manipulated through fear and guilt, fear that if they don’t practice church doctrine faithfully, that they will fail to reach the highest levels of “exaltation”, fear that if they don’t wear their magic temple garments, that they will not be protected by God, guilt if they ever start to exercise critical thinking and objective analysis.

6. Mormon Church members are taught that any problems that they may experience are completely due to their own inadequacies – for the “Church” is perfect and their “Prophet” is infallible. If they are having marital, financial or other difficult problems, it is because THEY ARE THE PROBLEM – they’re not following church doctrine, or are not praying enough, or reading the Book of Mormon often enough, etc. etc. ad nauseum. Guilt, fear and shame are ALWAYS present in the minds of Mormons, if they are not 100% loyal, and fail to follow the church doctrine – they feel they would suffer a fate worse than physical death- EXCOMMUNICATION or DISFELLOWSHIP.

7. Unlike non-cult organizations, Mormon Church members find it difficult to leave when they find out that church teachings are false, or otherwise become disenchanted with the church. Terrible things often happen to them, and their family if they leave. Those who do leave, often lose their family, friends and other social contacts within the Mormon community.  Often they lose their jobs and business as well.   Mormon “leaders” then point out to the membership what happens when “Satan” enters and casts doubts and previously faithful ones leave the fold – DISASTER always results!!

Mormons desperately want the world to believe that they are as “normal” as any other American group.   They desperately want to be classified as “Christian” in the worst way.  But, they are not.   Satan hates to be unmasked.  He hates to have the pure light of Truth shine and expose him when he dons the sheep’s clothing.

So, why should this powerful cult and their Satanic practices concern the average Christian?  The answer is Blood Atonement.  Plain and simply, the Mormon doctrine of Blood Atonement declares that there are a number of “Sins” that are not covered by Christs’  Sacrifice on the cross.  (Mormons believe that the “atonement” was performed in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before.  Thus the CROSS has no significance to them anyway.)   These “sins” can only be washed away by the sacrifice of the SINNERS own blood.

One such “sin” ultimately needing the total shedding of the “sinners” life blood, is simply the REJECTION of the Mormon faith once it has been presented to them.    I kid you not.   They quote the parable of the wheat and the tares.   At some future point in time – they honestly believe that their God will require the wholesale slaughter of all non-Mormons before the “Millennial” thousand year reign of God can occur.  Granted, many Mormons will leave the bloody task completely to their God – but there are others, like my good “Home Teacher” – who are so blindly duped and zealous, that they would most gladly and eagerly KILL – if only the order is given.


THE MESSAGE: to All Who Love Christ Update

This is an update to my earlier post https://atrueott.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/the-message-for-all-who-love-christ/

Many readers have privately e-mailed me for more information on my own experiences that caused me to declare THE MESSAGE was accurate.

I have written my personal history primarily for the benefit of my posterity – my children and grandchildren.   As such, it is personal and quite private information between my wonderful spouse and me – and therefore, I am more than a little reluctant to share it publicly.

I am not naive – I know that THE WORLD will mock and marginalize the true events that happened to me.  Those who love Satan more than the Savior will seek to do all in their power to discredit it.      However, in the hope that it might help even one person find Christ, I am posting my personal history today, March 7, 2013.

Here is the PDF file:  My Personal History Memorialized

My Personal History Memorialized

Compiled  Sept. 29, 2011

The name on my birth certificate is Alma True Ott. My family and friends call me “True”.   Yesterday I celebrated my 52nd year on this planet.  Yesterday, in a moment of quiet thought and meditation, I was prayerfully reflecting over the events of the last decade – and what has transpired in this nation since September 11, 2001.  The changes have not been good.   Personal Freedom and Liberty have been systemically eroded.   “Progressive” (i.e. satanic or anti-Christian) agendas have become enshrined as being “politically correct” and normal.   I thought deeply about it, and then prayed for inspiration on how (or even IF) one man could possibly make a positive difference in such a fallen world.  The answer came clearly and forcibly to my ear and heart: “You Must Testify of Christ”.   “Is that it?” I asked.   “Yes, FEED MY SHEEP!  FEED MY LAMBS! Your written and spoken words will make a difference in the lives of millions” was the answer once again.   Then, at that very moment – a full and complete remembrance of my unique life experiences came rushing back to me in full color over the next hour.  I knew immediately then that I had to write and memorialize my story – and then wait for the correct time to share it publicly.  I was shown that my written words will be a tool that would possibly aid millions of people to find Christ, and develop a personal, saving relationship with Him.  I will FEED HIS SHEEP!

I know that I am just one man.   I am nothing special. I am no better, or no worse, than anyone else.  I am a human being – far from “perfect”.  I have made my share of mistakes. However, I have indeed had a number of life experiences that are likely unique and different.  Here is my story.

My Early Years

My earliest remembrance of my true spiritual nature occurred when I was 5 years old – just before entering kindergarten a few weeks before turning 6.   Prior to my kindergarten year, I remember being able to see and communicate with beings that my parents (and others) couldn’t see.  This was more than having “imaginary playmates” – some “beings” (both adult and children) frightened me – others did not.   I also remember well that I could actually see living people’s “aura” – their spiritual energy emanations.  Some were bright and multi-colored.  Others were shadowy, lifeless, and dark.

I remember at this young age being a big fan of Fess Parker’s “Daniel Boone” TV series.  I never missed an episode.  It soon became a fashion craze for young boys in my neighborhood of Hawthorne, Nevada (and probably all over America) to sport a “coonskin cap”.   I remember how I longed for such a wonderful cap, for I often played the role of Daniel Boone in my imaginary backyard adventures, running from Pawnees with my trusted Mingo (my pet fox terrier dog named Queenie) at my side, and hiding from them in our corn patch! I had a big problem, however,  I had no coonskin cap! How could I really be Daniel Boone without a coonskin cap?   The problem was, my 5th birthday came and went without the prized gift.  I remember being heartbroken – having NO COONSKIN CAP was the biggest personal tragedy in my young life.   Worse, when I continually pestered my parents about my terrible predicament and injustice – they made it clear that such a wasteful expenditure would not be forthcoming – EVER!  “Don’t ask again!” I was repeatedly told!

With a broken heart I went crying into my room, and I remember lying on my bed thinking how mean and terrible my cruel parents were.   Then I remember praying and praying hard – begging God for the biggest single desire of my young heart.   The room was almost dark, for it was late afternoon.   I clearly remember seeing a small orb of light appear, then watched with fascination as it grew progressively larger and brighter.  Suddenly, there at the foot of my bed stood a beautiful blond-haired, blue eyed young woman dressed in a pure, glowing white gown.  She told me in a pure, sweet voice that God had heard my prayer, and would always hear and answer me – but would not always provide such materialistic items as “coonskin caps” for me.  But “just this once – He would”, she told me.   She came closer, and I was filled with incredible comforting feelings of overpowering love and peace as she lightly kissed my cheek – and then, she was gone.

True to her words, the very next day I accompanied my mother to our local main-street “dime store” as she called it.  She had to pick up some yarn and sewing supplies, and if I “behaved” – I could have some penny candy.   As we walked down the aisle – we passed by a display bin of the best-looking coonskin caps I had ever seen.  Without a single word from me, my mother picked one up, placed it on my head – and it fit absolutely perfectly!  I remember wearing it with wonder and shock at my good fortune to the checkout counter.  I refused to take it off even for a minute – so with a giggle the checker-lady clipped off the price tag with my wondrous cap still secure on my head.

I don’t remember what ever happened to that little piece of synthetic faux-fur fabric that adorned my little tow head so many years ago (I can yet remember it’s smell) – but I will always, always remember the overpowering sensation of the Love of God manifested to a young innocent boy that special day and the evening before.   I will always remember that wonderful, kindly angelic messenger who graced my bedroom.  That day I learned, that God really did hear and answer my prayers!

 I remember watching “The Wizard of OZ” on our black and white console TV shortly thereafter, where I saw “Glenda” the Good Witch – come to Dorothy in much the same manner that I had earlier witnessed in my own room.   I remember thinking that perhaps the movie wasn’t ALL make-believe (which made the wicked witch even scarier) and I was also comforted that a similar thing had happened to others – even girls like Dorothy Gale on the TV tube.  I also vividly remember when my mother took my sister and I to see Walt Disney’s Pinocchio movie at the local theater.   The appearance of the “blue fairy” to that little wooden puppet was likewise VERY familiar to me – for she looked and talked just like the beautiful, loving lady-in-white who had come to me.

The summer of my fifth year was a truly magical time for me.    I remember one very hot August day, however, that was extremely traumatic.   My mother told me that I had to go with her to the Doctor’s office, and there get “examined” to make sure I was healthy and strong enough to go to school in a few weeks.  (What she didn’t tell me was that I needed my vaccinations in order to go to school.)   So she took off my coonskin cap (that I often slept with) washed my face, dressed me in a clean shirt and pants – and bribed me that I could wear my brand-new COWBOY BOOTS WITH THE POINTED TOES that she had just bought for me – if I promised to be good.  “DEAL” – I eagerly said.  Off we went to the “clinic”.

The clinic’s waiting room that day was occupied with a few other mothers with their anxious youngsters also about to enter society’s “school”.  There’s nothing like interacting with one’s peers –and this was my first taste.   One by one, those boys and girls ahead of me went into the examination room.  One by one I heard a scream or a cry of protest.  “WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEHIND THAT INCREASINGLY OMINOUS DOOR?” I wondered to myself.   It wasn’t long before I was to find out!

Our name was called, and my mother nearly pulled my arms out of their sockets as she dragged my unwilling carcass into the examination room.   I was trying to be “good” – but I definitely didn’t want to go into that room with its strange odors!   I remember the nurse like it was yesterday.  Her white uniform and clipped-on hat was NOTHING like my sweet angel that had earlier come to me in my bedroom.   THIS LADY WAS EVIL!   I could CLEARLY see her aura – and it was dark as any I had ever seen before.  I was immediately deathly afraid of her!  Her eyes showed no pity, and she was clearly in a hurry to do her work on me.  She looked at a clipboard, and disdainfully stated that I had not had ONE vaccine to date.  I felt my good mother shudder in shame.  I would have to have a total of three that very day –beginning with a sugar cube (polio).    That wasn’t so bad, I thought – but what is she doing with those two ominous-looking shot needles?  I watched as she measured out the dose from two different bottles, thumped them with her middle finger – and then placed them on her silver tray.

As she picked up the first syringe, and walked across the room to where I was, I swear at that very moment that I saw a dark demon entity enter that room directly behind and to the left side of the nurse. (It was very similar to the “banshee” on Disney’s  “Darby O’Gill” movie.)   Its eyes were glowing red and it was literally frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog.   Terrified, I shrieked in protest and tried to escape this sudden horror.   The nurse then told my mother to hold me down.   Nice try!  I was suddenly Daniel Boone fighting off a dozen painted Pawnees!   While mother was behind me on the examination table holding my arms – my pointy-booted feet were left dangling free from the table.  What a weapon of self-preservation I had – and I never hesitated!   I remember placing an extremely hard – well placed boot-kick on the advancing nurse’s ample left bosom on the upstroke, followed by another boot-heel flush-solid strike on her right front bumper with my other shiny leather-sheathed weapon.  I remember her shocked gasp of pain, as she doubled over grasping her injured appendages.  Immediately, she placed the syringe on the tray, while she and her attending demon exited the room with a muffled: “God, Lady, can’t you control that kid??”

My mother was mortified by my actions – but I couldn’t care less.  I was crying crocodile tears by this time – but I really didn’t care. This was a no-holds-barred WAR!   I was absolutely not going to let them stick me with those demonic needles!   I was begging my mother to take me home.  Then the nurse re-entered the room, this time with reinforcements – another nurse (younger and nicer looking) and a male doctor.   Nothing they could say would calm me down.   While I no longer could see the demon entity, I could still see and feel their dark auras.    The doctor told my mother to take off my shiny new boots, which she did.  The doctor and the other nurse then pinned down my legs while my mother held my arms while the 1st nurse gave me both shots, one in each arm.    Maybe it was my imagination, but I think she jabbed both needles all the way into my bones!

All the way home, through my hopeless tears, my mother told me how embarrassed I had made her.  What had “gotten into me” she kept asking.   I couldn’t answer her, except to tell her that what they were doing to me was very bad.   Within days, I realized that I could no longer see people’s auras, and I could no longer see people that “were not really there.”   When I told my mother about it, and that I was troubled and worried about it, she patted my head and told me I was “growing up” and that she was “proud” of me – that I was finally ready to go to school.


My parents, especially my mother, were devout Mormons – and I was, (in Mormon Lingo) “born under the covenant” – meaning the “new and everlasting covenant” of temple-endowed “celestial” marriages.   Therefore, I attended Mormon “Sunday School” and a weekly instruction session called “Primary” at a very early age.  I was a happy little “Sunbeam” at age three, then a CTR (Choose the Right) boy from age 4 until my baptism at age 8.  Then I was a “Valiant” boy for the next four years until I received the Mormon “Aaronic” priesthood at the ripe old age of 12, when I was ordained a “Deacon’, then a “Teacher” at 14, and then a “Priest” at age 16.    I was instructed all along the way that all of this “training” was in preparation for my two-year missionary service at age 19, when I would be advanced to the “Melchizedek” priesthood, and become an “Elder”.   If I followed all the Mormon rules laid out for me before and during my two year “mission” – I could then be found WORTHY of the companionship of the Holy Ghost, and could then fulfill my Mormon destiny; to marry a good Mormon girl in the temple and have as many children as possible; thereby continuing the cycle of celestial family myself.  Eventually, I was told, If I PERFECTED MY OBEDIENCE TO MORMON LEADERS, I would become a literal God myself – with my very own created world just like the Earth with thousands of polygamous wives to bear my spirit children.  Jesus, the Son of Planet Earth’s mightiest polygamist “Father”, was simply my “Elder Brother” who through a traumatic ritual sacrifice in Gethsemane had opened spiritual doors for my exaltation.  I was taught that Christ’s “sacrifice” was in the garden – and not on the Cross. I was taught that my only hope for “exaltation and Godhood” was complete and total unquestioning obedience to the current Mormon ‘prophet’ and his holy apostles and other “authorities”.

Miraculously, I came to know the real Jesus Christ IN SPITE OF my total immersion in the false dogma of Mormonism, not BECAUSE OF IT!!

During my early years, the Hawthorne Nevada Mormons would congregate in a small, whitewashed building directly across the street from the local high school.    Later, during my early teen years, the “Ward” (as in prison ward, or “psych” ward) moved up to a new, modern “chapel” on the southernmost outskirts of the town – the closest building to it was the Mt. Grant Hospital and its only neighbors were the horned toad lizards that called the arid Nevada desert home.   I distinctly remember attending “sacrament meetings” as a five-year old on Sunday evenings with my older sister and parents in that small whitewashed chapel with its musty smell and solid wood flooring.   I can still remember watching the various auras of the members and speakers as they gave their “talks”.  Many of the Mormon congregation had wonderful auras, but not all.   I could also see numerous disembodied spirits attending the services as well.  They were always present – some were just curious and wandered in and out continuously.  Others were much more malevolent, and would occasionally poke their heads in and out of the dark crimson curtains of the stage where the Ward leaders and speakers sat.  They were furtive beasties – never staying put to get a close look at them.  However, I always knew they were present –and hiding away.   Again, shortly after getting my “vaccines” – I could no longer see them.   However, I never forgot the feelings that emanated from them.

I grew up to be a tall, skinny, gangly 6’7” teenager with acne and a social manner best described as “Napoleon Dynamite”.    Shortly after my 12th birthday, I took on the responsibility of a newspaper route for the daily Reno newspaper.   Over the years, my route grew to be the largest single route in Hawthorne, with nearly 200 subscribers.   Every morning at 5:00, I would awaken, fold the papers and secure them with a rubber band, and stuff them into my canvas bags and hit the streets on my bicycle.  On a “skinny paper” day – I could do the entire route in one trip, finishing usually well before 7 a.m.  On “fat paper” days like Sunday – it often took as much as three loads to complete the route.   I took pride in this job, and went the extra mile to do it well.  Regardless of the weather, and even when ill, I made sure that people received their papers before the sun rose.


Performing my paper route duties while being ill with the flu during the winter and early spring of my 13th year, resulted in a very serious case of “viral” double pneumonia and a week’s stay in the hospital.   Evidently, I was very ill because to this day I remember very little about that week.   I remember getting into the hospital bed and falling asleep and little else, other than I was there for a full week.   On one occasion, I remember waking up to find a Catholic nun hovering over me and splashing water on me (which is what awakened me.)  The day I left the hospital, a nurse told me the nun I had seen had been giving me “last rites” three days earlier.   Seven days later, I resumed my paper route and slowly regained my strength.


When I turned 14 I completed my hunter-safety course, and proudly took some of my paper route earnings to the local Montgomery Ward store and purchased my very own 12 gauge shotgun – a bolt-action Mossberg with a three-shell magazine!   My best friend Greg Schumann and I spent every free Saturday and many afternoons hunting the foothills around town for grouse, chukar partridge, quail, and rabbits.   When we turned 16 and got our driving licenses, we would often take Greg’s father’s Chevy Blazer and drive to the north end of Walker Lake and hunt ducks and geese on the river bottoms of the Paiute reservation.

One frosty October Saturday morning, after my newspapers were delivered, Greg picked me up in his Blazer.  Our target: Sage Grouse.  Destination: A rough, rocky 4WD trail south of “left hand canyon”.   Greg’s Blazer had a mounted metal gun rack over the back seat passenger-side window.   Greg had his father’s 12 gauge pump shotgun.   After we left the paved road, Greg proceeded to unsheathe his gun and fill the magazine with shells and place it in the gun rack –as it was common to see chukar or quail along the dirt road.   One of us could quickly jump out and pump a shell into the chamber for quick action.   Greg was a safe hunter, and followed the law – there was no way he would have a gun with a shell in the chamber while the vehicle was moving.

Finally, after a very bumpy ride, we arrived at our hunting site – a mountain meadow at the very top of the 4WD trail.   I went to the rear of the Blazer to unlock and open the rear tailgate of the Blazer which was secured by a combination padlock over the mounted spare tire.   Normally, it was a simple task to move the combination one number and swing open the tailgate.  However, this morning was different.  There was a lot of thick dust on the numbers.  After three unsuccessful attempts, I impatiently bent down to blow the dust off the lock.  At that exact moment, I heard an explosion and my stocking cap with its balled tassel of yarn on the top sailed off my head and traveled a good twenty yards.  When I straightened up again, my eyes were staring straight at a gaping hole in the fiberglass of the Blazer.   White fiberglass particles hung in the air and floated to the ground like snowflakes.   I quickly realized that if I had not bent over at that exact second, the shotgun blast would have nailed me exactly square in the middle of my forehead.   As it happened, it caught my stocking cap and sent it sailing.

My friend Greg was staring out at me in stunned silence surrounded by powder smoke inside the Blazer.   Apparently, the excessive bouncing of the road somehow caused the gun’s pump action to open and close with a live shell in the chamber.  When Greg reached for the gun, his finger hit the trigger and it accidentally discharged.   Needless to say, we took some deep breaths, and returned home immediately.  Poor Greg was grounded from using the Blazer for three whole months!

What was unusual about this story is that after I blew the dust from the lock, at the exact second the gun discharged, the lock opened!  The combination was correct – it should have opened.  If it had, I would have likely been killed.  Something had kept that lock from opening – and it wasn’t the dust.


At age 19, I received my missionary call (assignment).  I was to serve the LD$ Church in what the Mormon’s refer to as the “Latter-Day Holy Land” – Upstate New York – specifically, the New York Rochester Mission.   This is where the false cult of Mormonism began.  This is the mission ‘field’ that includes the “Hill Cumorah” (where Smith claims to have found the mystical gold plates), the “Sacred Grove” – (where Smith claimed God the Father and Jesus Christ personally appeared to him as a 14 year old boy) the Whitmer Farm where the LDS Church was first organized by SIX people on April 6, 1830 – and of course, the Joseph Smith farm and homestead in Palmyra.

My first mission assignment was with a companion named Elder Wood.   (Every missionary was named Elder so-and-so.)   We were in a rural section of West Albany – and rode bicycles to our appointments.  This, of course, was without safety helmets back in the year 1978.   A “bike area” (as opposed to a car area) was no problem for me, for I was pretty good at cycling thanks to my years of daily pedaling delivering papers, and I quite often left my companion many yards behind me as I liked to show off a bit.

One day we were pedaling our way down a winding, curving road in a light rain.   The road was quite narrow without any shoulder to ride on, and we were pedaling along on the extreme right hand side going with the traffic flow.   We had just crested a small hill, and were coasting down the other side with myself a few yards in the lead when suddenly, around a curve, I heard the blast of an air horn and felt myself and my bike becoming airborne before eventually coming to rest in a weed and bush-choked ditch bank.

Immediately I heard my companion screaming my name in panic.   I yelled back that I was ok – but I couldn’t find my bike.   My suit pants were torn, my overcoat covered with mud, and my bike was found a full ten yards further down the ditch.   I expected to find it badly damaged, but it was fine with only a few scratches in the paint and a bent derailer.

Elder Wood then told me what he saw.  He said he witnessed the large delivery truck begin to swerve to miss me on the curve – only to have another speeding car suddenly appear in the left lane.   To avoid a head-on collision, the truck driver swerved back into the right lane – and Wood said he saw me go flying through the air into the ditch.  He thought for sure that I had been hit fully by the truck going at least 40 mph.   As I was cleaning myself and my bike up – the truck driver who had stopped and pulled over was walking up the road to offer assistance.  He, too, was sure that his truck had hit me, but he said he had heard no thump or felt no bump.   He didn’t understand how he had missed me.

A tearful Elder Wood told the story at the next “zone conference” gathering (and many times after) – and I became somewhat of a celebrity in the mission – a miracle that showed that “angels” are protecting the missionaries (ONLY IF THEY OBEY THE RULES PERFECTLY, OF COURSE).   I didn’t know what had really happened that day, only that I had to go to a tailor to fix my torn suit pants and had to dry clean my muddy overcoat.

I served in every possible leadership position while on my “mission”.  On their final day in the “field”, before returning home, it was customary for each “Cumorah” missionary to go into the “Sacred Grove” and there quietly mediate for around 15 minutes.   I remember going into that secluded grove of trees that afternoon – and I remember kneeling in what I considered “mighty prayer” in the place where I imagined LD$ Founder Jos. Smith may have prayed.  I remember begging God to allow me the same “vision” as young Joseph –for I really, truly, had faith that I too could see and talk to God as well.   I don’t know exactly what happened, but I know I somehow “lost” time.  Over an hour had passed when a fellow missionary came up to me and said I was keeping everyone waiting – and it was almost dark.  It seemed like only 5 minutes had passed – but it had been an hour and twenty minutes.

I didn’t see any “pillar of light” that day.  I didn’t see God either.   But I absolutely knew we had walked together that day in a higher realm of consciousness.   I know this now, because the ONE thing I remember about that day, is that I solemnly promised Him in mighty prayer that I would always seek for Truth in all things – and when I found it, I told Him that I would defend TRUTH to the death.  The impression that came powerfully to my mind that day, told me that many people would hate me terribly for doing so – even my own family – but yet, I freely made the promise.

After serving my two year “mission” – I returned home to Nevada.  The day after I returned, we loaded my parent’s furniture and all personal belongings into a U-haul truck for the move back to my father’s home town, Tropic, Utah.   The following week I returned to Southern Utah University, and resumed my college studies.  A year later I married Joan Christensen, and we began our family – residing in Cedar City.  I was well on the path to Mormon “exaltation” in their quasi-Masonic “Celestial” Kingdom.  I was doing my best to be obedient to the “arm of flesh”.   Soon, I would discover the TRUTH, however.


On the evening of my 25th birthday, September 28, 1984, I remember playing with my oldest son Jeremy, and cuddling my infant 2nd son Nathan in the rocking chair while I counted my blessings, content with a stomach full of birthday cake and ice cream provided by my dutiful, loving wife Joan.   Since my strange experience in the New York grove of trees while on my mission, I had been having an increasing number of very realistic “dreams” during the night.    These were/are not disjointed, frivolous, meaningless visions – for I was always accompanied by a trusted companion, who made sure that the slim, silver thread connecting me to my sleeping body was never severed during our evening voyages.   Yes, I too have “normal” frivolous dreams like most people – so I submit that I know the difference.  The night visions with my spiritual companion were MUCH different, as together he would guide me to vast libraries for the sole purpose of increasing my knowledge.  Each time I would awaken abruptly at 4:00 am on the dot.   That was my clue that the vision was significant and the information given was important to know and take seriously for some reason.

Since my marriage to Joan, I was learning to trust God’s directing hand guiding the sailing vessel called My Life.   Trusting Him is a major part of finding Truth, I learned.  You see, my dear wife Joan had her own “near death experience” as well.  A few weeks after we became engaged on April Fool’s Day 1981 (no kidding), I accompanied her to a Cedar City physician’s office while she underwent a “premarital exam”.   Upon examining her abdomen, the physician at first thought she was at least three months pregnant – which brought some immediate righteous indignation from her.   After further examination, the doctor concluded that she couldn’t be pregnant, unless she was another Mary.   He then performed an ultrasound – which revealed an extremely large ovarian cyst – and he scheduled Joan for immediate emergency surgery.

There I was, the most reluctant future groom in Southern Utah, sitting in the clinic’s waiting room reading Outdoor Life, when Joan burst through the door in tears saying she had to have surgery ASAP.   Keep in mind that at the time of our engagement, I was dating half a dozen other girls as well as Joan, and was wondering HOW I ever became “engaged” to Joan – I was still shocked at exactly how my April Fool’s joke with a phony diamond ring, had turned into a REAL engagement.  I felt like a wolf with its paw caught in a trap.   She was so incredibly happy, I asked myself every day how could I be so mean and heartless as to ruin her bliss?   Yet, when I prayed for a way to let her down easy, a peaceful “dream” would come and tell me NO WAY!   That is why I decided to let God’s Will play out, and see where it took me.   Now the answer had come – it was all about saving this sweet girl’s life.

I was with Joan’s mother Francis in the hospital waiting room while the surgery was performed.  I will never forget Dr. Graf’s words to us that day.  Still clad in his surgical garb, he looked us in the eyes and declared: “You have one very lucky young lady there.  The cyst was completely full of toxins – we pumped a full quart out before removing the cyst.  It was already starting to rupture.   If we had not found this when we did, there is no doubt that it would have burst. She would not have survived it.”

I remember well driving to my apartment that day, and talking to God all afternoon.  I remember telling Him “thanks for directing my actions to save Joan’s life – do I still have to marry her now?”   The answer came into my mind: “You don’t HAVE to do anything – but if you do, you will never regret it.”    Even though I didn’t feel anywhere near “ready” for marriage – Joan and I became One on June 12, 1981.  Indeed, without any doubt whatsoever, marrying and partnering with Joan was the highest and best blessing from a living and loving God to me personally.   (Incredibly, Joan and I renewed our vows thirty years later this year – 2011.   THIS TIME, (outside the Mormon Temple) my forever sweetheart was able to walk down the aisle just as she had envisioned three decades earlier, and our four adult children were our witnesses.)

My silent prayer on that night of September 28, 1984 was a prayer of thanks for my two sons and loving wife.   As I drifted off to sleep that night, I remember reflecting on my earlier promise to seek Truth.   The spiritual voyage I took that night was unforgettable.

That night I was shown a panorama of what my unseen guide called the “7th Heaven” – where the mansions and abode of Christ the Creator and Those That Know Him are located.   My companion acted the role of a sort of “Real Estate” Broker and Guide that night, showing me around a most exclusive neighborhood that literally defied mortal words of description.   The peace, the beauty, the colors, the CLEANLINESS, but most of all the incredible SYMPHONY OF MUSICAL SOUND that emanated from these incredible MANSIONS left my mind spellbound.   “Ok, I want this – what’s the price?  Can I even BEGIN to afford this?” I asked my companion.   “Oh yes, this is definitely in your price range” he replied.   “The price of ownership is simply for you to fulfill the promise you gave Him that day in New York – to ALWAYS HONOR TRUTH.  You see, the CREATOR AND OWNER of this estate is THE TRUTH – and that is the price that one must pay.”

When I awakened at 4:00 am – I marveled at what I had been shown that night.   I knew it had been a real experience, and my soul rejoiced in the thought that I could indeed have the possibility to live forever in such an incredible place.  That day, I recommitted my quest and my deep love to search for, and defend at all costs: TRUTH.   At that time, I was just shown the MANSIONS – I had no idea then that dwelling there also involved living eternally with Christ – a blessing infinitely better than ANY “Real Estate” title.  I also had yet to learn that while earthly “family” relations are helpful and important in one’s  mortal journey, they are just that – “earthly” blessings.   I had yet to learn the TRUTH that often the adversary to Christ causes such earthly relationships to become a substitute for, and thus block the development of, any meaningful relationship with Christ. In other words, the Evil One takes family love and makes it the primary focal point of his false teaching of “heaven” – and thus a personal relationship with Christ becomes secondary at best.  In Mormonism, a meaningful personal relationship with Christ actually becomes merely an ancillary function to the primary goal of a “celestial” family seeking “Godhood”.   Eventually I came to understand that the LD$ teaching of “eternal family through Temple marriage” is actually a most diabolical, cleverly designed tool designed by the Adversary to subtly supersede and overshadow the far more vitally important BIBLICAL directive: which is to seek and perfect one’s personal relationship with Christ – in essence, to KNOW HIM. Then, once He is “known” – the final step is to openly invite Him to direct your life and permanently enter your physical HEART.    Indeed, I had to learn that this is ETERNAL LIFE – to really KNOW God as opposed to just “knowing OF Him!”  (John 3:17)   I had to learn this is the central, core TRUTH that I had earlier committed to teach and defend.   I had to learn TRUTH by personal experiences, and through loving tutoring performed by Heavenly messengers.    In other words, I had to give up my current life (die) in order to be born again (resurrected) unto TRUTH.   The first step had to be giving up my Mormon paradigm and exchanging its falsehoods for spiritual truths.   This would prove to be a most formidable task.

Meeting Mark Hoffman, the Mad Bomber

In 1984 I was employed by Hugh W. Pinnock’s (a Mormon “general authority figure”) company named the Intermountain Financial Group (IFG).   Shortly after the vision I received on my 25th birthday, I was summoned to SLC in order to attend a special IFG meeting.   At this meeting, all IFG “associates” were introduced to a man named Mark Hoffman – a supposed “antiquities” dealer and researcher.   The purpose of the meeting was to assist Pinnock and Hofmann by means of introducing our various financial services clients to the “Church’s need” to procure certain “sensitive” documents possessed by Hoffman.   It was imperative that the “Church” not purchase the documents directly.  Instead, it was “preferable” that our clients purchase the documents in question, then “donate” them to the “Church” in return for massive IRS tax “deductions” that could be extended over years.

I personally witnessed the events that then unfolded.   The machinations of Hoffman’s scam resulted in the deaths of two innocent people.  I personally believe the bomb that prematurely detonated in Hoffman’s vehicle was designed for the IFG offices.   All IFG associates were ORDERED to plead complete ignorance to any criminal inquiries.   Noncompliance would result in immediate termination of employment.   This really bothered my conscience.  Here I was committed to seek the TRUTH of all things, and my ecclesiastical “authorities” were clearly seeking to keep THE TRUTH hidden and covered-up.   Furthermore, I didn’t appreciate being coerced and financially blackmailed into keeping silent.   I had to ask myself: “Why did Gordon Hinckley, a counselor in the almighty First Presidency, not have the necessary spiritual discernment to recognize the murderous hoax and intent of Hoffman?”  Clearly, he didn’t.  His (and Pinnock’s) actions resulted in murder most foul.  I soon realized that this was a case of a skilled con man (Hoffman) conning other skilled confidence men (the LD$ hierarchy.)   Their “Fruits” in this case, was murder by bombing and the subsequent cover-up.

Near Death Experience #4

Nearly three years after my 25th birthday vision, I had concluded that I could no longer in good conscience work in the financial services arena.   Brokering stocks, bonds, and commodities futures was about as “earthly” a profession as there is.   In June of 1987, I purchased what I thought at the time was a “fun” business – a 20-lane bowling center and snack bar.   I quickly found out that providing commercial recreation was a whole lot of hard and challenging work.   There is a whole lot more to owning a successful bowling center than greeting customers and giving them a bowling lane.  The 20 pinsetter machines needed constant repair and maintenance.  It was actually more challenging than keeping 20 diesel semi-rigs on the road.  Then there was lane dressing and maintenance, employee management and accountability, and snack bar food service.   Suddenly I found myself working 16- 18 hour days – often 6 days a week.    Like most naïve Americans, I assumed that if the FDA allowed a “food” to be stocked and sold on store shelves – it had to be nutritious and safe to consume.   I began skipping wholesome, home-cooked meals in preference for a quick hot dog, fries, and a soft drink at the business.  I ate a LOT of hot dogs primarily because we maintained a hot dog rotisserie machine – and slapping one on a bun with relish and mustard was quick and easy.  Some days I would eat a dozen or more during my long days.

What I didn’t realize was that I was consuming a very large amount of nitrates by eating so many dogs.   I couldn’t have known that nitrates and other processed meat preservatives were rapidly depleting potassium and other minerals such as magnesium and calcium from my cells and tissues.   Shortly after my 28th birthday, while helping customers at the bowling center’s front desk – everything began spinning and I collapsed.   I remember regaining consciousness as I was being lifted onto an ambulance gurney for a drive to the hospital.  I remember hearing the EMT’s telling the E.R. staff that my “BP” was  critically low – and only when they injected an I.V. with fluids – did I quit losing consciousness.

Once I arrived at the hospital, I was fitted with a heart monitor and they took a number of blood samples.  The E.R. contacted my personal physician – and he came to my room with the “diagnosis”.  I was “dangerously low” in potassium – which had caused my heart to temporarily stop beating (which is why I collapsed and lost consciousness and nearly died.)   Evidently, it took CPR and electroshock to get my heart going again.   He told me that my heart was still not working correctly, and kept me overnight for observation.

Near Death Experience #5

For the next two and a half years, I was chronically ill.   I spent the better part of 7 months confined mostly to a sickbed while Joan capably ran our business in my stead.   My “recovery” was very slow, filled with “good days” and many, many bad days.  It seemed I was suddenly “allergic” to numerous foods such as peanuts, that previously I had never had any problem with.   I found this out the hard way.  One Sunday evening, I over-indulged on a bag of peanut M&M’s – which caused my sweet wife Joan to rush me to the Hospital E.R. once again.   I was experiencing anaphylactic shock – and once again, my heart went haywire.  I remember leaving my body and floating around the E.R. thinking how funny my body looked below me.   I wanted to see if I would inherit one of the grand mansions I had seen earlier – but the sound of Joan’s voice demanded that I stay with her.   We had children to raise, she told me matter-of-factly, and she didn’t want to do the job alone.   So I fought to stay with her.

I was totally ignorant about the role minerals play in not only a healthy heart, but also a fully healthy body. As I began the healing process, I became completely obsessed with learning everything I could about minerals and their function in nutrition.   I read countless books and articles – most of which were authored by Dr. Linus Pauling.  I was stunned and amazed that the typical American (myself included) could be so ignorant about the role of prime minerals.   I quickly realized that one’s physical health is your single greatest possession.  It didn’t matter if you owned a million-dollar successful business, the biggest house in town, or a fat bank account – without health and vitality – these things quickly became  meaningless and absolutely worthless.   Moreover, my priorities in life completely changed.  I was no longer a perfectionist and workaholic.   I now took time to “stop and smell the roses”.

In my obsession to learn everything I could about minerals, I discovered a Washington D.C. group called the World Naturopathic Health Organization.  They were offering an advanced educational course in Nutrition (a PhD certification when completed) – which focused primarily on mineral functions in the cell.    I liked what I was hearing.  They explained that the course was not yet “accredited” by the U.S. governing “Board of Regents” – (they were “working on it”) but that didn’t matter much to me.   All I was interested in was learning TRUTH – not so much about how “society” judged it.   The curriculum was from Dresden, Germany – a place called the “Kneipp Institute”.   To me, the knowledge was like water to a man dying of thirst.  I couldn’t get enough.   I completed the PhD course, and wrote my dissertation on HOW minerals worked at the cellular level.  I documented that there were 21 minerals needed by the body to maintain optimum health.   Each mineral has a specific atomic weight and thus each beneficial mineral exhibited a hexagonal crystalline pulse – a quantifiable and measurable SOUND – a TONE.    I began to realize that these minerals constituted a 7-note harmonic musical scale of natural crystals with a three octave range of variance.   I kept thinking back to my 25th birthday vision where I was allowed to witness the pulsating LIFE ENERGY music and rainbow color palette of the 7th Heaven.   I realized it was MINERALS THAT WERE PULSATING THE SONG OF CREATION.  I realized that all physical creation is composed of elements forming the “periodic table”.    The “creator” is a master conductor of an incredibly complex, yet incredibly simple symphony of harmonic notes governed by ratios of the number 7.   All created  things, both in heaven and earth, both living and inanimate are tied to the universal law of seven.  Even the very stones of the earth, therefore, testify of the Creator (Luke 19:40).  The number 7 is His “watermark” code – His signature, His fingerprint, His identifying mark.   It is the universal language of mathematics – the absolute PROOF of His divinity and His TRUTH.

My Visit with Michael

 During this time of what I call true “higher learning” – many of the secrets of life were unfolded to my mind.   I studied the miracle of DNA and protein synthesis.  I learned the basic principles of what today is termed “Chronobiology” – the inherent built-in TIME CODE of all living cells.   First of all, consider that the human body consists of seven parts – the head, the neck/vertebrae, the trunk, two arms, and two legs. There are seven parts to the human embryo – Amnion, Chorionic Villi, Spinal Cord, Heart, Brain, Umbilical Cord, Yolk Sac.  Seven Parts of the human head – two nostrils, two ears, two eyes and the mouth.  Seven primary organs – (Brain, Heart, Genitals, Lungs, Liver, Kidney, Stomach.)  There are seven hormonal glands – (Pituitary, Pineal, Thyroid, Thymus, Pancreas, Sex, Adrenals.)  Seven Divisions to the brain – (Cerebrum, Cerebellum, Pons Varolii, Medulla Oblongatta, Corpus Callosum, Spinal Cord, Meninges.)  Seven parts to the inner ear – (Vestibule, Auditory Canal, Tympanic Membrane, Ossicles, Semi-circular Canal, Cochlea, Membranous Labyrinth.)  Seven parts to the retina of the eye –( Cornea, Aqueous Humor, Lens, Vitreous Humor, Retina, Sclera, Iris.)  Seven cavities to the heart – (Right and Left Ventrical, Right and Left Atrium, Tricuspid Valve, Mitral Valve, Septum.)  Seven layers of the skin – (Stratum Corneum, Stratum Lucidum, Stratum Granulosum, Prickle Cell Layer, Basal Cell Layer, Corium, Hair Follicle.) There are also seven bodily functions – (Respiration, Circulation, Assimilation, Excretion, Reproduction, Sensation, Reaction.)   That’s just the tip of the iceberg.  The microscopic world of the cell reveals even more “sevens”.

   Studying the miracle of life – the gestation period of the human embryo and the incredible transmutations of “pluripotent stem cells” occur normally in EXACT multiples of 7 – specifically 28 day segments (7X4).   But this “chronobiology” is not just found in humans.   It is universal in the animal, insect and bird kingdoms as well.  Just for example – the common chicken sits on her eggs for 21 days.  The pigeon – 14 days, the duck – 28 days, the goose 35 days, the swan 42 days.  I was amazed when I documented that the majority of small song birds’ eggs hatch in 14 days.    Large “flightless” birds also follow this amazing chronobiological law of seven – the emperor penguin eggs hatch in 49 days, the emu in 56 days, and the ostrich in 63 days.

The same phenomenon is true in the animal kingdom.  Seal calves are suckled on the rocks of the shoreline for exactly 14 days.  When I visited the Kenai River in Alaska, I mentally took note that the salmon eggs deposited there take 140 days to hatch after they are fertilized.  The gestation period of mice is 21 days, the rabbit, 28 days, the cat, 56 days, the dog 63 days, the lion, 14X7 days, the sheep 21X7 days, the cow 40X7 days, the elephant 90X7 days.  Even the lowly insects follow the same incredible pattern of 7 in their gestation.   The cicada emerges after 7 years!   Again, this number 7 is the universal “watermark” of the creator.

As I was piecing this all together, I had another most incredible “night vision” on June 16, 1992.  My health was mostly restored by then, and I was nearly half way through my PhD studies.   On that night, I was introduced to, and conversed with, a heavenly messenger named Michael.   Clearly, Michael was a most mighty and powerful emissary from the Throne of God – an “archangel”.   During this interview, we didn’t converse as human beings do.  In that inter-dimensional level of consciousness, no actual “words” are spoken or even needed.  Yet, the conversation is no less exact.   Michael communicated in a most powerful rhythmic sequence of thought process that made my eternal soul soar with confidence as he communicated.    Everything from him flowed in an extremely authoritative, powerful, resonating message that made his words hard to forget.   I remember waking up at 4:00 am, and remembering the conversation as if I had a tape recorder in my brain.   Michael’s message was:

“Greeting!  I am Michael, sent from The Throne.  I bring you Tidings from the Father. 

The Times of the Gentiles is Fulfilled.  Satan will soon be Bound and Powerless.  The Truth will form his Everlasting Chains.  The Will of the Eternal Father reigns!  ALL CREATION will rejoice in That Day!”

“This, now, is my Message to you.  The Father is calling YOU this hour!  Will you honor and fulfill your destiny?  Remember you are TRUE – and your Promise offered to Him who rules on high!!  You made a covenant to honor TRUTH! I am come to execute that contract.  

You are FREE to CHOOSE of course.  The Father will force no man’s will.  Only remember this eternal and constant truth: Where much is given, much is expected!”

“Your mission is to testify OF TRUTH!  Prophesy is complete in the Sealed Book.  Sealed prophecy will be completed in Time.  What is needed is TESTIMONY OF TRUTH! 

You then will be Truth’s Special Witness.   You must be the enemy of Lies.  For this the WORLD will HATE YOU!  You will be mocked and also scorned.  False Witnesses will each conspire against you.  The Evil One will tempt you powerfully.  He will offer you half the world.   It will not be easy to refuse.  When you refuse him, anger will erupt.  He will seek to utterly destroy you.   He will CURSE YOUR NAME AND SEEDLINE.  The Gates of Hell shall seek you.”

“For this cause I am sent today.  A Legion will be given to you.  These cause the Fallen Ones to quake.   Upon your earthly command, protection will be given.  Those whom you bless will receive succor.  Those whom you curse will be diminished.   Thus your life shall be protected continuously.  Remember not your will; instead – the Father’s!”

For a few long moments, Michael let his message sink in to my mind and soul.  There was no way that I could refuse such a request – not really.    He then signaled the interview was now over.  He mentally asked: “Do you have any questions of me?”  

I did indeed have one primary question, and that was simply: “WHY ME? – What makes me so “special” – why was I “chosen” to do this job?”

I shall NEVER forget the stare he gave me then, and the look in his steel-blue eyes as he simply replied: “Do you think you’re our FIRST CHOICE?”  

With that, he was encircled in a mighty, roaring wind like a tornado and he was gone.   I sat straight up in my bed, and there it was – my digital clock had just registered 4:00 am.   The bedroom door had slammed shut, and the window shades and curtains were still moving from the mighty wind.   It seemed a massive thunderstorm micro-burst had just hit our home.   Both of us looked out the bedroom window expecting to see storm clouds and high winds.  Instead, we saw a clear, starlit sky with not a hint of the slightest breeze in the trees west of our backyard.

Joan declared sleepily: “Hmmm – what in the word was THAT?”  I answered:  “THAT was Michael – I just met him in a dream.  He kind of has a flair for the dramatic, don’t you think?”   Joan didn’t reply as she quietly gave me a kiss, let out a big sigh, then went back to bed.

Beginning to Openly Question Mormonism

At this time in our marriage, I had “advanced” in the Mormon “Priesthood” to the office of “high priest”.  It is typical that “high priests” of Mormonism concentrate primarily in performing vicarious “temple ordinances” for dead folks.   As a result, both Joan and I were “called” (i.e. assigned) to be “temple workers” – which meant that we had to perfectly and completely memorize the LD$ “Endowment” ceremony.  Once this certification of our memory skills was completed, we could then stroke our egos by actually presenting Mormonism’s “sacred endowment”, the veritable pinnacle of this man-made faith, to our peers.

As often as we possibly could, Joan and I would travel the 50 miles from our home in Cedar City, to the Mormon Temple in St. George.   There we would be given a numbered “text” of the endowment to study and memorize each part.   After internalizing it in our memory banks, we then recited it to a temple “administrator” – if it was perfectly recited – we would receive a star mark in the record book.

As we were nearing the completion of our “certification” – we received what to me was not so much of a breaking curveball – but a most erratic SPITBALL!   It was announced from the pulpit on Sunday that the sacred temple “endowment” was now altered and changed.   This means that all of our MEMORIZATION EFFORTS were undone.  We had to learn a different script suddenly.   The SPITBALL was simply this:  while working to memorize the “scripts” – it was constantly emphasized that the text was PERFECT – given via direct “revelation” from Joseph Smith; therefore the recitation likewise had to be absolutely perfect in every way.  Suddenly, out of left field, our heretofore “perfect” text had now been substantially altered.

Logic dictates that something is dreadfully wrong with this situation.   The definition of “perfect” simply means that any “alterations” cannot be made.   If “alterations” are necessary and are actually made, then the script was never “perfect” to begin with.  If it was not perfect to begin with, there is no real need to be “perfect” in the recitations either.    To me, it was a shocking revelation that Mormonism may not be anything more than a massive mind-control confidence game.     If the “pinnacle” of the faith – the “sacred” endowment could so easily be changed – what ELSE in the religion was bogus too?

Joan and I went to the Temple President with our concerns.  His response was definitely not Christ-like.  Instead of explaining WHY God needed to change his perfect “endowment” – he let us know that we were “on the high road to apostasy” for even DARING to ask such questions.    Wait a minute, I protested: Christ continually admonished His disciples to Ask, Seek, and Knock.   Since when is honest questioning and seeking for answers EVER wrong or inherently EVIL??

The “fallout” from such actions of “apostasy” was quick in coming.  I was immediately “released” from all my volunteer LD$ Church positions without a word of thanks.   In the LD$ “Handbook of Instructions” – this was what was called “Informal Discipline”. In reality, it was and is BEHAVIORAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL MIND CONTROL!

In the Mormon world, you see, such open questioning is never condoned because the ANSWER TO THE QUESTION that is posed is simply beginning to discover a resounding TRUTH – Mormonism is a totally man-made false religion.  It is as simple as that.   As a man-made false hoax, its teaching logically has no ability to “save” anybody’s soul.  It may result in good, humanitarian “works” but human works fall far short. Salvation is not found in a lie.  Lies are the domain of Christ’s adversary – the evil one.   The MILLIONS of good, honest-in-heart Mormons have simply been duped and conned in a tragic and sinister way.  Their minds are veiled and are unable and unwilling to learn the Good News of TRUTH.

Memorial Weekend 1998

My father passed away in December of 1997.  My widowed mother made a decision to be a full-time Mormon missionary shortly thereafter.  She filled out the necessary paperwork and was then assigned to labor for the man-made LD$ (Lucifer Deluding Saints) Church in northern Idaho/Eastern Washington state.   Her “farewell” Church service was scheduled for the Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend, 1998.

In the Mormon culture, a missionary “farewell” service is a pretty big thing and often draws a large crowd of friends and family.   It is just slightly less important to a Mormon family than a wedding or funeral.   My mother’s service that Sunday was extremely well-attended.  Friends and family from all over the west converged on that day to the Tropic LD$ “Stake Center”.   It was filled to capacity.

As soon as her service date was formalized, the next step was to plan the speakers and musical numbers.   Mother phoned me and asked me to present the “concluding” remarks.   I told her of course I would do so – I would be honored.

A week later, however, she phoned me highly distressed.   After submitting her requested farewell “program”, her “Bishop” informed her that I couldn’t be a speaker – because I was under “Church Discipline”.   Keep in mind that my mother lived in another town and LD$ Stake.  How did her “file leaders” 90 miles away know that her oldest son was under “discipline”?   My mother asked during the phone call: “True, have you been unfaithful to Joan?”   That was a logical question, since typically LD$ “discipline” involves sexual indiscretions on one level or another. My response was simply: “No, Mother, I have NOT been unfaithful to Joan.  I simply dared to ask tough questions in the St. George Temple ONCE – but that was YEARS AGO!”

My mother, bless her heart, stuck to her request to have me, her eldest son, speak at her special service.  Her dogged insistence undoubtedly created quite a ticklish situation for her local leaders.   I soon received another phone call – this time from a member of the “Escalante Utah Stake High Council”.   He informed me that before I would be allowed to speak, he would have to come to Cedar City and “interview” me.  “Really?  No kidding?” is all I could answer.  “Sure, whatever, come and see me.”   The “interview” lasted around 10 minutes.   He kept probing me on my stand on polygamy – the other “hot button” for necessary “LD$ Discipline”.   He asked: “What are your feelings about polygamy?  Do you secretly practice it?”

My response really caused him to squirm.  I pointed to his copy of the LD$ “Doctrine and Covenants”.   I asked him: “Do YOU believe THIS BOOK IS DIVINE – Yes or No?”   His response was terse: “Of course I do.”   I then said: “When was the last time you REALLY READ SECTION 132 in this ‘divine’ book?”  (Section 132 is the “revelation” supposedly given to Joseph Smith while at Nauvoo Ill. identifying polygamy as the “new and everlasting covenant” and the only way to “exaltation”.  “Section 132” is still a part of Mormon “scripture” yet today, yet the ruling leaders “officially” denounce the practice.)    I said: “No, I don’t ‘practice’ polygamy – but if I told you today that I detest the practice as being flat-out morally and ethically WRONG, I would clearly be in direct and open opposition to Joseph Smith’s “inspired teachings”, wouldn’t I?  I would be “apostate” wouldn’t I?   Seems I (and you) have a much bigger problem here.   We both need to simply be “politically correct” which means we don’t publicly expose these anomalies, while instead we are to publicly pledge our blind, unquestioning loyalty to the boys in the white tower in SLC, even if we know things to be wrong, am I right?”   He wouldn’t look me in the eye, as he lowered his head and quietly said: “I guess so.”

The “High Councilor” went back to his “Stake President” and made his report.  The Stake President then told my mother that I would be allowed to “speak”, but my remarks would have to be personally “reviewed” (i.e. CENSORED) by him before I would be allowed to present them at the service.   She agreed, and the date was set.

Because my mother’s house was the epicenter of activity of traveling family and friends – I thought it would be best to pull our travel trailer and park it in front of the property.   Early on Saturday morning, my family and I arrived in Tropic, and I quickly unhooked and secured our travel trailer in front of my mother’s home.   Shortly after performing this chore, I received a phone call from a friend named Gayle Smith who lived in northern Utah.  She informed me that she was in Kanab, meeting with a special Hopi Indian – a young man named Julian.   She said that it was important for me to meet Julian if at all possible.    I agreed to meet Gayle and Julian at a midway point – a place called “Todd’s Junction” at 7 p.m.   This did not set too well with my mother and other family members gathered at Tropic.   However, I spiritually felt it was imperative to meet Julian, and so I did.  This was indeed a truly remarkable meeting.

I was immediately impressed with this young Hopi Indian.   He spoke with a clear, childlike innocence.  Gayle had informed me earlier that he had a special gift – a “2nd Sight”.  She said it would take a while for him to “get to know me” – but if he felt comfortable, he would share some of his “visions” with me.

We had just been introduced, and the three of us were sitting in my Suburban under a street light at “Todd’s Junction’.  I was in the driver’s seat, Julian was in the passenger seat, and Gayle was sitting in the back seat directly behind Julian.   As we began talking, I noticed that the Suburban began to quiver, and within minutes began to violently rock side to side.  I had no fear initially, just shocked wonder.  “Hmmm – so this is what a massive earthquake feels like,” I thought to myself.

Julian, however, was absolutely TERRIFIED!   He began weeping and cried out: “See the OGRES – see the EVIL ONES. – THEY HATE YOU, THEY HATE YOU!   Do you have ANY KACHINAS?”   I was even more thunderstruck at this, as the Suburban continued to shake from unseen hands.  I remember looking at Gayle and saying “What does he mean?  What are “Kachinas”?   She responded:  “Guardian Angels, True, Call on your Guardians, and do it NOW!”   I blinked for an instance, and then spoke these words after remembering my earlier interview with Michael and his promise: “Michael promised me a legion of angelic protection.  I need some help here!”

 Immediately, the Suburban stopped rocking.  I looked at Julian, and I shall never forget the look of pure relief on his tear-stained face.   Where earlier there was sheer panic, now there was eager amazement and complete and total relief.   He excitedly shouted: “I SEE THEM, I SEE YOUR KACHINAS!  They are HUGE and VERY POWERFUL!!!”  He then looked at me and declared: “You must be very important to Father, to have such magnificent Kachinas!!”  (Only much later during another interview with Julian did he give me a full description of the “Kachinas” he saw that night.   He said he saw dozens if not hundreds of them – all standing well over 16 feet tall, and 6 feet wide at the shoulders – with full armor and headdresses.  When the ogres (evil demons) had fled, the “kachinas” also retreated, but kept a silent watch for the entire four hour interview.)

For the next four hours, I listened with rapt amazement as Julian recounted his personal walk with Jesus Christ – whom he simply referred to as “Father”.   Dozens of times, Julian asked me questions concerning things he had been shown, and yet did not fully understand: things of the world outside the “reservation” and things of human health and divers current events.   I also shared with him some of my “night visions” and was more than astounded that he had been shown the same things – and that “Father” had told him that he would one day meet a kindred “brother” in the spirit, and together we would do a very important work for the Hopi people.   (The ongoing fulfillment of that is a whole other story – and would fill an entire book.)

Just after 11 p.m., we said our goodbyes, and I travelled back to my bed in the trailer (after a 45 minute drive.)  My sweet wife told me as I entered the trailer, that it was not good that I had been gone so long.  I apologized, and told her the meeting was very important – and that everything would be ok tomorrow.

My mother’s farewell “sacrament meeting” was scheduled to begin at 11:00 Sunday morning.   When I saw her that morning, she said that Stake President Munson had been asking to meet with me the night before.  He was in town, and said it was “urgent” to speak with me before the meeting.  I phoned him, and we arranged to meet at his Church office at 8:30.

I shall never forget that meeting.  He demanded to see a copy of my “remarks” that I was going to give.  I told him I didn’t have anything printed.  I told him I didn’t exactly know WHAT I was going to say, other than share a few stories of my mother and simply express the support of the family in her choice to serve a mission.   Clearly, he didn’t believe me at all.  He said: “Young man, do you know what I do for a living?  I break horses!  Some horses are easy to break, others are stubborn and willful.  Those who don’t listen to me when I’m nice, I have to be rough with.   I have to rope their heads and tie them tight to a snubbing post to get their attention.  It’s not pretty, but I do what I have to do.  I’m warning you, you had better not make me bring YOU to the ‘snubbing post’.  I will be sitting right behind you.  Don’t make me embarrass you, your mother, or your family – because believe me, I will shut you up if I need to!”

What do you say to that?   I simply looked him straight in the eye, and said: “Fair enough – I don’t know what you are afraid I MIGHT say, but I promise you, I have no agenda, and only want to honor my mother.”  I shook his hand, then went and took a long, thoughtful walk.

My Farewell to Mormonism Address

My ten minute address to the Mormon congregation was not easy to give that day for a number of reasons.   First of all, true to his word, “President” Munson grabbed me by the arm at the onset of the service, and had me sit next to him, like a naughty, unruly child, for the entire service.   When it was my turn to speak, he reached over and whispered: “Remember, I mean what I said!”  Secondly, I knew deep inside at that very moment, that Mormonism was no longer where I belonged.   And that, frankly, broke my heart.   Immediately, the tears flowed freely as I testified to the crowd of my love of the Savior, and Him alone.   I showed the crowd a small 4 inch by 6 inch laminated card that I carried in my missionary bible.  It simply had three large words printed on it in big, bold letters: RETURN WITH HONOR!  I explained that I had made that card in 1978 before I entered the mission field in the New York, Rochester mission.   I explained that I had printed that card then so that I would never forget my loved ones supporting me back home – and that I had taped it to my mirror and looked at it every single day of my two year mission so that I would be reminded to never do anything to make them ashamed of me during my stay in the “field”.  I wanted to RETURN WITH HONOR to my home and family.

I further explained that today, the words RETURN WITH HONOR mean so very much more to me.  I testified that I ABSOLUTELY KNEW it to be true, that each and every person in that chapel is engaged in a life-long “mission”.  I testified that every man, woman, and child would have to one day look in the face of the Savior Jesus Christ, and give an accounting of their “mission” while on the earth.   I asked them to remember the words “Return with Honor – Return with Honor, Return WITH HONOR”.   Honor, you see, is synonymous with standing for eternal Truth in all things, even if it means “losing the entire world” to do so.   I simply declared that I personally want nothing more than to return to HIM with that highest honor intact – and I challenged each of them to do so as well.

That was it.  That was my message – no “written notes” – but I clearly remember there was not a dry eye to be seen anywhere in that packed Mormon Chapel that afternoon.   I turned to go back to my seat, and there was President Munson standing in front of me, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief.  He not only shook my hand warmly, but gave me a bear hug of an embrace while whispering in my ear: “I don’t know what I was afraid of, that was truly inspiring!  THANK YOU!”

My Interview with Satan

The remainder of that Sunday was spent meeting and talking with our family and friends until late in the evening.   It was a peaceful and most enjoyable afternoon and evening.

That early Monday morning, June 1, 1998, I experienced another night vision.   I found myself walking alone down the extremely crowded streets of New York City.   I had been there before.  I walked past the sculptures of the Rockefeller Center.  I kept walking and eventually found myself directly in front of the United Nations building.   I marveled at all of the national flags flying – and wondered why there were so many people crowded around.  What was happening?  What was the big occasion?   Look, there is a massive black limo – EVERYONE IS TRYING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE MAN JUST GETTING OUT.  Who is he?  Some movie star?  Some VIP head of state?  Who?   I looked at him and was impressed by his extremely handsome face that oozed charisma.   Our eyes met, and we stared at each other for a full minute.  Then he pointed at me and yelled: “You, Alma True Ott, I KNOW YOU – I need to speak with you – come here, come here.”   With that, the crowd became silent and opened up a path for me to advance.  I came to the man and instantly we were speaking in a private setting.

I will never forget his words to me.  They were spoken words – carefully chosen.   He said: “You have deeply offended me – DEEPLY offended me.”  Here was a very powerful individual that commanded the attention of a huge crowd of people.   I didn’t want to offend anyone – especially him, so I apologized by saying: “I am so sorry, but I didn’t mean to offend you.  I don’t even think I know you.   Please excuse my ignorance, but who are you?’  He flashed his eyes and smiled; revealing a PERFECT SET of gleaming white teeth: “I realize you don’t know me, and that is why I am so offended.   I am the TRUE GOD of this world.  You don’t honor me, instead you honor the usurper, the lying one who is trying to steal what is rightfully mine.  You have allied yourself with him, and by so doing, have made me your enemy.   But I am fair and willing to forgive your ignorance just this once.”

Again, I apologized and said: “I didn’t know you felt that way.  Exactly how is this false, “lying one” stealing from you?”   His response: “He is completely unreasonable and egotistical.   I am a fair person – when he came to my world and kingdom, I knew what he was trying to do immediately – yet still I came to him, just as I’m coming to you now, and offered him a full and equal partnership.  I offered him any principality, any kingdom, any power that he wished.   Then do you know what he told me?  He said “Get Thee Behind Me”.   Imagine that!!   It’s all about him!  Do you think that is fair?   I built this world and its power is MINE.  He wants it ALL – He doesn’t want to share anything.   He never has!   He comes and he takes.   Then he wonders why I fight against him – why he calls me his “adversary”.   He has fooled you. He can’t give you anything but false promises.   He refused my generous offers, fought against me, and died a most horrible death.   He lost.  Don’t make the same mistake, Alma True Ott.”

I must admit, his presentation was logical and quite convincing.   Could this all be true?  Was I following the wrong God?   I asked then: “Again, I am sorry for making you angry, what would you have me do?”

With that he said: “All you have to do is kneel before me, and pledge with your eternal HONOR to follow me, and me alone.   Your pledge must then be sealed with our special handshake.  You know what that is, don’t you?”  Immediately, I knew what he meant.  He was referring to the LDS Temple “Patriarchal Grip – or Sure Sign of the Nail.”  But I asked him anyway to make sure.  He said “Of course – for that is my fully “restored” Church you see.   When you fight against my Church, you are fighting against me.  Again, that is why I am so DEEPLY offended by your actions.   I have heard the prayers of your mother, and your uncles on your behalf.  They want you back fully in my church, and so do I.    Shake my hand, and I will promise you a very high position – I think you will easily be the youngest and newest apostle.   But before that – look at what I can give you – I can bless you with success in business and make you a billionaire if you wish.   ANYTHING YOU WISH – I can bless you with.   All you have to do is kneel down, and give me your handshake.   You will never be sorry.  The false USURPER can never give you such wonderful things!  Never!”

I responded: “But what about Eternal Life, can you give me that?”   With that he got very angry.  “That is all a lie.  When you die, it’s over.   Death is the end, so live for today.  Make every moment count. Don’t waste time wishing for a false promise.“  Then he pointed and said: “Look – behold your father.”  I looked and saw my father’s 8 month old grave.  I saw into the earth, and into the coffin at his corpse dressed in his Mormon Temple clothes.   It was not a pretty sight, and it hit me hard.   “See – your father was a great man, an honest man, was he not?   He’s dead and he’s rotting away.   So will you.”  Then he said:  “What I am offering you is seldom offered to anyone.  Make your decision, and make it now.  Choose whom you shall serve – me or the lying usurper.  I will never make this offer twice. “

With that, I kneeled before him and bowed my head.   I then looked up and our eyes met.  He was glowing with anticipation as I said: “You’re right – I’m sorry for my actions.”  Then suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks.  He never once said the name Jesus – it was always the “liar” or the “usurper”.   I then stood up and raising my right arm I said: “If all that you said is true, then this will mean nothing to you: “In the Name of JESUS THE CHRIST, I COMMAND YOU TO DEPART!!”

The result was instantaneous.   A terrific flash of what appeared to be lightning burst upon us, and a terrible explosion rocked the room.  Through the smoke I then saw him in his true form – a gigantic, writhing, hissing dragon standing upright and screaming horrific obscenities.

I was fully awake and sitting up in my bed in the trailer.  Joan had screamed and had a hold on my arm, for our trailer was rocking violently.  She was terrified thinking that a vehicle had run off the road and smashed our trailer.   She had heard the same loud explosion and the same flash of light that I had, and she was concerned for our children also sleeping in the trailer.  I asked her what time it was, and she said: “4:00”.   I simply said to her: “It’s ok, honey, I just had a vision of Satan, and I cast him out.  He didn’t go easily.”   I then turned on my side, took a deep breath, and went to sleep.  I don’t think Joan slept much the rest of that night, however, bless her heart.

Later that morning, we took a short hike into Bryce Canyon, and I sat with Joan on a log and explained to her in detail what had occurred the night before.   She shivered and said: “I hope it never happens again.”   It hasn’t.

I Meet Christ

Even after my vision of Satan, I remained a member of the LD$ faith until after my mother returned home from her mission early in the year 2000.   I witnessed a marked change in her manner and demeanor after her mission experience.   She no longer seemed to care to interact meaningfully with her grandkids – my children.   They noticed it as well.   She wasn’t “fun” – wasn’t “Grandma” any more.

I was still deeply concerned about the changes in the LDS “endowment” – and was also deeply concerned about what Satan had declared to me in my vision.   Could it really be “Satan’s Restored Church” I wondered?

Then I had another vision.  This time, I found myself walking once again in the “7th Heaven” – but this time – I met Jesus there.  His love was overpowering and radiant.   We communicated once again in the nonverbal exchange.   He wanted me to ask my pressing question.  So I did: “Are the temple changes from you?”   He looked at me deeply and responded:  “Are you sure you want to know?”   “Yes, I do.”  Again He asked: ‘Are you sure you want to know”.   Again I responded that I did.  A third time He asked: “Are you sure you want to know?”   Each time he asked the question, I felt the pressure of being responsible for knowledge of His Truth increase.   It was just as Michael had said earlier:  “Where much is given, much is expected.”

With a tremendously understanding smile, He then reached out with His right hand and touched me on my left shoulder.   Then we embraced, and I awoke once again with the clock at 4:00 am.  This time, however, my pillow was wet from my tears.   I knew Him, and knew that He loved me dearly.

At the Master’s touch, He “downloaded” knowledge and understanding to my very soul.   I saw with complete clarity that the changes in the endowment didn’t matter – for the entire endowment was never His – but Satan’s.  Satan did not lie to me on that point at least.  I also saw His Glory and His Gospel of Saving Grace.  I saw His role as Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.   In short, I saw a glimpse of eternity and that His Promises (His Holy Word) are indeed rock-solidly sure.

In short, I saw exactly how to Return With Honor in spite of Death and Hell.    That is my testimony and that is my message to the World, given in His Holy Name.

How Did We Ever Survive??

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How did we ever survive without Bike Helmets and the Book of Mormon??

The Native American culture had NO CONCEPT of coins or “money” – whether it was the Mayan, Aztec, Iroquois, Apache or the Incan culture.  Their economy was all based on barter and trade.

Joe Smith, in his wild imaginations however, gave the world great and specific details about the “Nephite” gold and silver “pieces” – or in other words, COINAGE.   This is found in Alma Chapter 11 in the Book of Mormon.

Since there has been absolutely ZERO “coinage” of gold and silver “seons, senines, shums, limnahs, amnors, senums, ezroms, and ontis”   ever located in ANY archeological dig of the early American natives – the Mormon “apologists” spring into action with incredibly lame explanations.

The best and most concise exposition of the false logic of these moronic “experts” can be found here: http://www.themormondelusion.com/page_1232377887281.html

Some relevant portions from this website:

The question is, after a long succession of Mormon ‘Prophets’ who have been aware of the header, if it is wrong; when the headers were first introduced, somewhere around 1920 it seems; why did the prophet of the day (Heber J. Grant) allow such an error to be included in the heading or why hasn’t the Mormon God revealed the supposed error to a later prophet and had him ‘clarify’ it. Clearly, Church authorities have no idea what the truth is and do not appear to venture an explanation – or even an opinion. It is left to apologists to make such statements, presumably in some kind of attempt to escape the inevitable alternative conclusion that Nephite ‘coinage’ is yet another evidence of the Joseph Smith hoax.

 The heading to Alma Chapter 11 includes the words: Nephite coinage set forth… v.4 confirms they had actual coins (imprinted or not) and such manufactured ‘pieces’ do not decompose over time. If they existed in any form, some should (and would) have been found decades ago. The word ‘pieces’ in this context, in Joseph Smith’s day, meant coins – that’s a fundamental; and previous to an apologetic need for such fanciful conjecture; completely accepted, fact. It was in common usage in reference to such earlier coinage as ‘pieces of eight’; and ‘pieces of gold’ would have been readily understood to represent coins rather than ingots as such by early Mormons. Smith was also obsessed with the idea of finding Captain Kidd’s treasure in some of his money digging exploits, which he no doubt considered contained many ‘pieces’.

 Alma 11:4. “Now these are the names of the different pieces of their gold, and of their silver, according to their value.” 

 This verse is not just a header to be discarded, it is the actual text and clearly states that the pieces each had an individual value – and were not just part of a weight system. The word value does not mean or equal the word weight. Coins may indeed be of equal weight but the text uses the words “according to their value” which is indicative of the purchasing power of actual coins (or pieces) that would not need to first be weighed. FAIR completely ignores this obvious textual problem. If they claim that it needs ‘clarification’, thus completely altering the entire meaning from what everyone previously clearly understood to be the case, then once again they make their God look foolish and incompetent when it comes to an initial plain and simple explanation of the actual case. Knowing such confusion would one day exist, why did the Mormon God not dictate the words “according to their weights” into Smith’s hat?

 FAIR claims that the word ‘pieces’ of gold or silver doesn’t mean they were imprinted –  which would only then make them ‘coins’. The notion that they would need imprinting to qualify as currency is absurd when you consider the many different early forms of currency, metallic and otherwise, that have existed around the world without imprinting. However, they seem to think that such pieces would only be found if they were imprinted. Since when did refined pieces gold or silver decompose, imprinted or not?

 Peterson says later burials contained “mixed hoards of stamped minted coins and also specific weights of metal that are not shaped, minted or stamped.” So, in the Americas let’s not expect to find imprinted coins and just settle for “hoards” of “specific weights of metal that are not shaped, minted or stamped” instead. Where in all the Americas have any of the millions of these pieces of any size, shape or weight ever been discovered? The Americas have seen more archaeological research than anywhere else on the planet and there is not a single Nephite ‘piece’.

 References to weights and measures of the Old World do no more than verify the fact that Smith made up the idea of Nephite coinage in the first place as they would have had no knowledge of such things – just as detractors have long argued. Now apologists play their usual mind games, meant to capture the faithful before they lose faith, and exploit their delusion further by explaining away the inexplicable in a new idea that the header was wrong all along misleading everyone and only they as academics can ‘clarify’ matters and now explain everything away satisfactorily.

 These pieces can hardly be considered just measures of ‘weight’ by any stretch of the imagination. Joseph Smith clearly recorded what God supposedly told him via his seer stone in his hat. No pieces have been found, any more than coins have; and no other gold or silver usage in any such complex refined form has ever been found in the Americas. Gold dust was used (in quills) by the Aztecs and Maya who also used measures of 24,000 cocoa beans as ‘currency’. Despite the FAIR claim that they used weights, most used no form of currency at all and using 24,000 cocoa beans has little to do with weight and everything to do with simple numbers.