What a day!
It was surreal to say the least.
Twenty-five years ago I was given an assignment to complete. This is what it was, basically:
Make the real truth available to anyone searching for it in the manner in which it was meant to be presented–a way that it was established to come forth before the foundation of this mortal experience.
On June 16, 1987, this became my life’s mission. And during this past weekend of June 16th, 2012, I finally accomplished that mission.
Imagine … if anyone can … what it was like to be assigned something that seemed to be one of the most important mortal missions ever given to a person during the human experience called mortality upon this earth.
And imagine … again, if you can … beginning the mission with tremendous pride and arrogance, actually believing that they had (of course) chosen the right man, then just a few years later rejecting the mission because of that same pride and arrogance.
For over 12 years I rebelled against the idea that the mission was right for me because it didn’t seem to be progressing the way that “the arrogant one” expected it to progress. Those 12 years of my life were hell, unlike anything I had ever experienced, and hope never to experience again. And all those who associated with me during those years (1991 to 2003) experienced the product of my own personal hell.
How would you feel … can you imagine … if you accepted an assignment, then, because of your pride, you let everyone, who were expecting you to fulfill it as you had promised, down?
That’s right! A little over 15 billion people expected me to fulfill the assignment. The completion of which I knew, from the beginning, would cause the same 15 billion people to condemn and ridicule me for doing what they expected of me. Ironic, huh?
Was it any wonder why I didn’t want to do it? Was it any wonder how often I pondered its futility and its irrelevence to the very real truth that it would one day reveal to the world,
… that in the end, no matter what happens during this mortal experience, everything was going to turn out exactly like it had been in the first place?
If it was going to be the same as its always been, and it will always be, who in their right mind would waste away their free will on an experience that would bring them such misery and discontent? Certainly not an arrogant one.
What was that myth-based promise about, for crying out loud?!
“… Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my sake, and the gospel’s, But he shall receive an hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and in the world to come eternal life.”
I didn’t care about the lands, and I suppose not much about my “brethren, and sisters, and mothers,” BUT MY CHILDREN! I HAD TO GIVE UP MY CHILDREN? No way! … so I thought!
Well, if I couldn’t give them up … then they would have to be taken away from me to help the “arrogant one” fulfill his role. I lost them 4 years, almost to the day, after receiving the mandate of the mission. (June of 1991)
And guess what?
In 2012, when I had finally completed my mission, I received an hundredfold of what I lost. That’s right! I received for my reward an 100 times what I had lost. And since I had lost 2 children, how many would be 100 times that number? Four.
Think about it … think about it hard!
I received an hundredfold.
And I realized that not only did I get an hundredfold in what I lost in children, but I gained even a greater hundredfold in friends (and in the relationship that a man would have with a woman … it even increased an hundredfold).
I realized that my birth family that I had given up has been replaced.
Because … “Who is my mother? and who are my brethren?”
If one would have attended the events held in Liberty Park in Salt Lake City the past few days, one would have witnessed that my family was increased more than an hundredfold in what I had lost because of taking the assignment back in 2003.
There, one would have seen my “mother and my brethren …
… for whosoever hears and understands the real truth, “the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.”
It was during the last few days of my preparation that I was advised that I would be reunited again with the children that I had lost, and others, never to be taken away from them again. All reinforced by a single Chinese Fortune Cookie (for those with eyes that see). :-)
And now, what are my critics and enemies to do? Can they convince my children of their lies and malicious speculations of who I am? Go ahead and try. Any one of my children could strike you down with an intelligent blow of his or her mind that would leave you gasping for any breath of air that you might need to continue your vociferous corruption and malfeasance. I couldn’t be prouder of the intelligence of my children to figure out the real truth about their father on their own. … Couldn’t be prouder!
I couldn’t be prouder of the intelligence of the only family I will ever have … the one I have always had … even those who finally understand who I am and what it was that I was called to do.
My role was to prepare and deliver a message. The message consists of the real truth, the only real truth that has never changed and will never change throughout any of our experiences as human beings. I prepared it as I was directed and have delivered it as I was expected.
What else it to be expected from a messenger but to do just that: deliver the message?
Is it his responsibility to ensure that those who receive the message accept it and understand it? No, it is not! The responsibility lies with those who were responsible for the message and sent him to deliver it to …
… are you ready for this …
… THE VERY SAME PEOPLE WHO GAVE HIM THE MESSAGE TO DO SO IN THE FIRST PLACE!
They called him to be the true messenger and gave him instructions … and this is what they were:
“Christopher, take the real truth that we all know and understand at this time and present it to us at a future time when we cannot remember what it was that we had asked you to tell us in the first place, giving us a chance to accept it and prove to ourselves how we would accept, or IF we would accept it.”
And in the beginning, looking all of you in the eye, listening to all the dramatic ways in which each of you were going to prove to yourself and others just how “good” you are as a human being … believing that there was no possible way that YOU, of all people, could reject the very message that embodied your very existence and humanity…
I delivered the message. I did what you asked.
The last 25 years took their toll on my physical body, but not my mind. My mind is as sharp as it has ever been. And look at a picture that my dear friend, David Douglass snapped of me at Liberty Park while I was delivering the message, tired of the role as I might appear to be:
Does it look like I care whether or not anyone accepts and understands the message?
I don’t! :-)
The assignment given to me 25 years ago … an assignment that has brought me more anxiety, pain, and sorrow, than any other experience I have encountered during this mortal life … is complete.
It is done.
I did it!
There’s a few loose ends to mend: I have to finish my autobiography and the Light of the Moon. I have to complete the videos that introduce each one of the books that prepare the human mind for the message,
… but I never have to worry again about completing the assignment I agreed to do 25 years ago. I’m done with that.
I will be available for questions each Sunday at 8:00 PM (Mountain Time) on the Internet via BlogTalkRadio. I can handle two hours each week … safely tucked away from those whose minds are so infested with hate and anger that they often hear the Spirit of the Lord say to them, “Behold the Lord slayeth the wicked to bring forth his righteous purposes. It is better that one man should perish than that a nation should dwindle and perish in unbelief.” We gotta stop this guy!
I’m very happy to field your questions for the rest of my life … questions about the message … very happy!
But never again am I required to prepare and deliver what has now been delivered as the Marvelous Work and a Wonder®.
I’m not worried about anything except being able to find the means to enjoy my children … my family … my friends.
I’m certainly not worried about fulfilling my role. I did enough worrying for 25 years.
What, me worry?