Christopher’s Daily Journal

I made this first official daily entry on August 1, 2010.

Throughout the years, I will be adding to the archives of this journal by making notes on dates occurring before August 1, 2010.  But if it is one’s desire to follow my current daily thoughts, and that one wishes to understand what happened yesterday that might have influenced a thought shared today, then one should read all the daily entries leading up to that day, beginning with August 1, 2010.

As the archived record grows, one may search the archives and review any day of any year highlighted therein.  The entries into this journal of my past reflections and experiences will be an ongoing process as I compile the information necessary for my future autobiography, The Man From Joe’s Bar and Grill.  This autobiography will not be published as a first edition until after the year 2012.  With the information provided from my ongoing daily journal, there will be future updated editions of the autobiography as they are prepared and needed.

What I write on a daily basis will be reviewed and edited for grammar, punctuation, and comprehension; therefore, there will be as many updates to my personal entries as my editors feel are needed.  (Sometimes my hands work independently of my imperfect brain and things are not quite expressed as they are meant to be. :-) )

I pull no punches in this journal, nor am I embarrassed of any of my personal realities.  My enemies and critics are welcome to follow the posts and research and verify everything that is written—for it will be the truth as far as I am able to express it.  And yes, I realize that anything I say can be used against me in a court of law by any who wish to confront me there.  I have nothing to hide from the laws established in our world, as long as those enforcing the laws treat me with the same equality and fairness afforded and granted to others.  Unfortunately, as has been in my past, this is not always the case.

Whether one believes what is written or not is not my concern.  My deepest desire is that my thoughts are made available to the world to counter the falsehoods and misrepresentations that others have imagined, invented, and publicly published or will publish about me and this Marvelous Work and a Wonder®.

Those who choose to interpret my feelings and actions with their own personal prejudices are welcome to do so.  Human truth is formed and accepted exclusively in the mind of each individual—thus creating as many real truths as there are free-willed human beings.  Therefore, to the honest seeker of truth, who understands this, and also that there are always two sides to any issue, this journal will be of benefit.

I am and will always be whoever a free-willed human being wants me to be.  Good for some, evil for others.  But all that is ultimately important to me is being true to myself.  If I am satisfied with who I am and what I do, then what others think about me does not matter.

I am completely satisfied with who I am and what I do!

One might see the photo presented in this daily journal and ask, “Why the long hair, Christopher?”

My response, “Why not?”

:-)

Welcome to my world!

—Christopher

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Follow Me Through The Dark and Dreary Waste

I ended the day in an impromptu meeting with Stephen Kammerman and Ken Panza, who helped Julie moved into her new place today.  Sheri and I brought over a housewarming gift of Kara’s chocolate mint truffles.  By the time our conversations ended, more than ½ of the truffles were gone… thanks to me.  (My daily caloric code below reflects my insatiable appetite for chocolate.)

But anyways…

Glen Iverson was also at Julie’s and discussed his “sins” (as he called them) of questioning the LDS/Mormon missionaries who came over to visit with his wife and her children.  Needless to say, Glen’s questioning caused those two young boys enough stress to convince them never to visit again.

Rightfully so, Glen did “sin” in that what he did caused him to lose an overall peace and tranquility that attends those who love others and embraces their beliefs in spite of them.  Those two boys were no match for Glen’s intelligence coupled with what he has learned from this MWAW.  However, it was not the missionaries who thought they had “sinned”; therefore, they remained justified in themselves.

Glen did go on to relate that the members and leadership of the local ward alienated themselves rather noticeably from his wife and children after the incident.

(NOTE TO SELF/IDA SMITH: Get a copy of a letter sent to Ida shortly after she began expressing her views concerning the Sealed Portion from her friends of decades [many who were presiding female leaders in the LDS Church] who shunned her and would have nothing to do with her when they found out she questioned the church.  Publish the letter.)

Glen’s wife was hanging on to her LDS faith and questioning how it could not be what it claims to be—God’s only true and living church.  Now that she is experiencing the blatant prejudice and maltreatment that people receive who question that religion or choose not to participate in it, her eyes are beginning to open.  It is a sad thing that people treat others with disdane and disrespect just because one might desire to worship God according to the dictates of one’s own conscience.  Sigh… :-) By their fruits ye shall know them!  Good people with a good and sound foundation of humanity would never mistreat or alienate another human being no matter how different their points of views.

The missionaries went away quite frustrated and convinced that Glen Iverson was full of the devil.

And how did Glen feel about them?

Well,

Glen would welcome anyone into his house.  Now, that “anyone” has to be ready to confront his incredible logical mind and curt but gentle way of demonstrating it, but anyone would feel his gentle nature and overall love for everyone equally.

Before the missionaries left, Glen offered them a popsicle because it was hot outside.

Again, by their fruits… or rather… popsicle ye shall know them.

But anyways,

Today I received a personal email from Kimberly Wallis, a sweetheart of a human who politely asked to share her feelings with me.  In between the sweetness of her writing, I could sense her desire to receive guidance from me about what course she should take in her life… which, of course, she will not get.

Kimberly has always been a special friend to me and has the potential to show her strength and aptitude for understanding truth, but is often confused because of the dichotomy the real truth places in front of a person while dealing with this mortal world.  In other words, trying to survive in this world while holding on to a sense of self is sometimes difficult, especially when one is realizing one’s real and true self.

No matter how special Kimberly is to me, she is no more special to our mutual creators than any other human being upon this earth.  Her worldly trials and tribulations are hers to deal with.  I will and cannot intervene in any way to help her.  And if she or anyone else depends upon me in any way, she and they have thwarted the very purpose of this MWAW—THE PURPOSE OF PERSONAL EMPOWERMENT.

Kimberly is a single mother faced with decisions regarding her daughter that millions of other mothers are faced with every day.  But Kimberly has something that the others do not—she has a better understanding of real truth.  Since Kimberly came in contact with this work and me and developed her own bond with us, I have told her to be true to herself and depend on herself and no others… including me.  I’ve expressed to her how her life can be an example to other woman, one of strength yet compassion, wisdom yet humility, confidence yet contrition.  Knowing Kimberly like I do, if she cannot overcome her insecurities and find her way in this life, then millions of our fellow siblings will one day proclaim:  “Look, not even Kimberly could do it, so how could I have been expected to?”

I wish the best for her.  I cannot give her advice.  I cannot respond in private because I am under mandate only to respond to people who write me personally through the entries of my daily journal.  My love for Kimberly will never change if she fails to work out her mortal problems.  She is who she is and nothing this world will ever do to her will change the real her.

Many of those who have found and embraced this work find themselves at times in a great abyss, or a lone and dreary world, wandering in a dark and dreary waste as they confront the world with their new enlightenment.  My mortal flesh is saddened for them.  I see them homeless at times, lonely, out of place and out of sync with the rest of the world.  If I could personally rescue them all I would.  But that’s not my role.  My role is like the “man dressed in the white robe” as given in the story of Lehi’s dream in the Book of Mormon.  My role is to speak to these people and have them follow me, but as they do the will “beh[o]ld [themselves] that [they are] in a dark and dreary waste.”

My job is to lead them to the rod that leads along the river of water that leads to “a tree, whose fruit [is] desirable to make one happy.”  Then, whether or not they partake of the fruit is not my problem or decision.  And what they do once they partake of the fruit is not of my concern.  Once they see the rod that leads to the tree, I’ve done my job.

I can only wish the best for all of them.

I received a personal email from Bill Witt.  Bill’s value, as I’ve told him since I first met him lies with his wife, children, and family.  I led him to the rod and he “came forth and caught hold of the end of the rod of iron; and [he] did press forward through the mist of darkness, clinging to the rod of iron, even until [he] did come forth and partake of the fruit of the tree.  And after [he] had partaken of the fruit of the tree [he] did cast [his] eyes about as if [he was] ashamed.”  His family, wife, church, friends, and even his kids began to mock him and he couldn’t handle it and “fell away into forbidden paths and [was] lost.”

I’ve done all I can for Billl Witt.  I led him through the dark and dreary waste, showed him the rod, and he did the rest.  There’s nothing further I am allowed to do for him.  He can, of course, contact any of those associated with this MWAW and communicate with them.  (I’m sure Nate, Kristin, Sheri, and Julie would love a free lunch someday! :-) ) His dealings with me are completed.

I used to think my job included more than simply having people follow me until they found the “rod.”  Thinking this caused me a lot of personal stress and made me want to give it all up.  Now I know that it was never my responsibility to do anything more than what the “man dressed in a white robe” did for Lehi in his dream.

After all,

They are all asleep; therefore, it is only in their dreams that I can do what I’ve been chosen to do for them.

Sleep on Dearest Ones… sleep on.

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