Jay Benson's PERSONAL STORY
ONE WILD RIDE—
My story focuses on the things going through my mind, my experiences and struggles through the years leading up to today which nearly left me with the irreconcilable conclusion that my life would end thirsty (Amos 8:11-12) for something I had to know but without knowing for sure what I was missing.
Much of my story will focus on the last 14 years leading up to meeting Christopher. All I can say is that it was one wild ride—a string of paradigms that would only make sense to me. Unless one can reason how their personal experiences and the interpretation thereof are intertwined in the complex factory of the mind, they may be put off by the particulars of my story and lose larger sight of how the unseen forces at work on every person have the ability to influence the outcomes of our lives.
My study of the scriptures and LDS church history, which is extensive, did not comfort me that this was a day of light and restoration as I had been taught by the LDS church—especially by those in the church who are so certain that they possess the truth and authority to lead others—but rather the opposite. Much of what follows might be considered nonsense or irrational or an improper understanding of scripture, events or personalities, etc., yet I retain the right to the unique manner in which impressions have come to me and worked on my mind and stayed with me; and the way that followed these impressions has played out with the realization of a hoped for but unanticipated end in finding a True Messenger and this Marvelous Work and Wonder.
This story includes many prerequisite stages of my development, beginning with being a very devoted member of the LDS Church to the point where I began to have little feeling for all the outward observances of membership—all the while never denying the Church. Gradually, I began to realize I was not enjoying the same type of cause and effect that might be associated with what reality had taught me happens as a result of cause and effect in other aspects of my life. For example, in sales and management I seemed to be very talented and as a result of my efforts, I could see the direct result of my efforts in the form of sales and performance; goals could be made and achieved.
Religion never had the same measurable results—my LDS labors never translated into the knowledge that I desired but instead appeared to be a continuum that concluded in death without actually knowing anything. Yes, I could work hard and get baptisms and perform Church duties (quantitative results), but I never felt like I was getting any closer to knowing or understanding all things pertaining to life and its meaning, i.e., Real Truth. Isn't that the purpose of religion? The Doctrine and Covenants promised that the Melchizedek Priesthood "holdeth the key of the mysteries of the kingdom, even the key of the knowledge of God." (D&C 84:19) However, by 1991, I realized I was chasing my tail to know such things and it finally dawned on me that every other scholar and leader in the LDS Church (including the Prophet and the General Authorities) was in the same mode. It was apparent that callings and authority implied knowledge; battalions and companies of LDS scholars, schools and committees only proved what the LDS General Authorities couldn't provide to the LDS faithful or the world.
I was born on 31 July 1950, in Seattle, Washington. Dad retired as an Air Force Master Sergeant and WWII veteran of the Army Air Corps. My mother was a return missionary, the daughter of an Irish convert to the church from Belfast, Ireland and of a mother reared in a polygamist home. Grandpa noted how as a teenager he and a friend rowed out in small boat in the harbor where the Titanic was moored just before its maiden voyage, and signed his name on the hull. After arriving in Randolph, Utah he moved to Salt Lake City shortly thereafter becoming a building contractor, and built many of the store fronts in the city and area. Grandma was co-chairman of the Days of 47 Parade in SLC for many years. Grandpa Benson grew up in Weston, Idaho and was a good friend of Ezra Taft though they were not related. Grandma and Grandpa Benson eventually settled in Weiser, Idaho.
Our family was active in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, spending my first 14 years of life in the "mission field" areas of the LDS church following dad's Air Force career. We moved from Seattle (1950-51) to Hill AFB, UT (51-52), Pocatello, ID (52-55), Sacramento, CA (55-57), Zanesville, OH (57-60) where dad organized the first branch of the church, Ramstein AFB, Germany (60-64) and in 1964 to Layton, UT and Hill AFB where he retired. By 14 I had been in nearly every state and all but a couple countries of Europe and was living in Germany when the Berlin Wall went up.
I grew up in a family that never questioned that the church was true. With little prior thought about going on a mission, when I turned 19, somehow I intuitively knew that I was supposed to go. I was the mission's top baptizer (North Carolina/Virginia Mission) and eventually became an assistant to the president. When I returned home, I attended Weber State College getting a BS degree and two minors while simultaneously completing enough credit hours to earn multiple (three or four) certificates of graduation from the LDS Institute of Religion in less than three years. In Institute I ravenously studied LDS church history especially focusing on one particular instructor of renown in Church historical circles. A year before graduating, I became one of the first ever counselors in the newly formed student branches of the church (1973) not long after getting married. Since then I had been in numerous church positions which required my presence in weekly PEC meetings with the Bishopric—usually in the Elders Quorum Presidency. For a while I was a part-time seminary teacher in Meridian, Id.
After four years as an electronics store manager (Boise, ID and SLC, UT) and two years in woodworking, at 30 I commissioned in the Navy as a Supply Officer, eventually serving a tour on a submarine (Groton, CT/ Mare Island, CA) a tour with Marine aviators (Yuma, AZ) and a brief time on a Marine aircraft carrier (LHA 3, San Diego, CA) where I left active duty in 1986. Currently I design and build store fixtures and interiors for a large food supplement company.
I was married in the Salt Lake Temple in 1972 and had a happy family until it was time for me to move on. My second marriage was in Chula Vista, Ca. (very near where The Sealed Portion of the Book of Mormon was formally announced to the world) just 16 days after Christopher's first visitation from Joseph Smith on 16 June 1987 in the Salt Lake temple and receiving the commission to translate the sealed 2/3's of the Gold Plates of Mormon along with other instructions. Our paths crossed as the hourglass and I eventually ended up again in Utah and Christopher in San Diego to do the work of the translation, and where I traveled back to, to meet him for the first time.
The months leading up to my second marriage were preceded by a disciplinary court of the Church early in January 1987. I was troubled by their lack of concern for how this would affect my first wife who was in Utah and by the way my records were obtained only for this purpose, not to mention a betrayal of a promise given by the Bishop even as he was on his way to the court—it's all good--people are human. The decision was excommunication. I was told that I would no longer have the companionship of the Holy Ghost and to take off my garments; this is when my realization of many important truths first became possible and which would have been possible in no other way. While these men may have had power over the location of my church membership records, I knew without question they had absolutely no power over my mind or my underwear. While the court was designed to make me feel bad, which it did, no part of it was a "court of love." Christ's court of love to the adulteress was "Go thy way and sin no more." This court of love was to 'kiss' me with stones. Nevertheless, I knew my actions would eventually end up this way.
While I knew I was to be with the woman who became my second wife, I still felt a deep and profound sorrow for leaving my first wife, but I had to follow my heart. My new wife and I thus began our marriage without Church membership while raising her six children in the church and doing our best to raise my five. The next several years became all about getting back into the church, eventually taking us from San Diego, CA to Midvale, Utah.
Time and again I marveled at the stories told by excommunicated members who cried at how they "suffered" as a result of "losing the Holy Ghost" to which I just, secretly, shook my head and wondered what it felt like not to have the companionship of the Holy Ghost. What caused them to feel that they had lost the Holy Ghost? Programming? Nowhere in my study of the scriptures did I know of any reference which stated that a person could not have that companionship if they so desired it.
I baptized numerous people into the Church who certainly must have had it in order to accept Joseph Smith as a prophet—before the "laying on of hands." Not one day of this sojourn outside of the church did I ever note anything missing "in Spirit" or that I did not have before my 'disciplinary' court. In fact, I found my spirit and mind constantly expanding at perhaps an even greater rate than it had before. I had discovered that what God had given me, NO man or men could take away except as I succumbed to the suggestion of their programming. Indeed, if those with the Melchizedek priesthood were strangers to "the mysteries of the kingdom," it appeared as well that the Holy Ghost was just as much a stranger to them as they continued "Ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth." (2 Tim. 3:7)
I allowed the Church their way to a point, but realized that everything I needed to be complete was already within me—I had retained power over my own agency. A demonstration of this occurred during interviews for re-baptism in my new Midvale ward. The Bishop suggested that the process might be quickened if I were willing to begin paying tithing again; only it had to be in the name of our oldest daughter, since excommunicated members were prohibited from paying tithing. My response was immediate and absolute—my daughter had not earned the money, and I would pay it again when, and only when, my own name was good enough for the church—not one day sooner. Never had I experienced such outrageous conduct by a church representative and yet it was presented to me as a practice of the church to prove faith. To me it was pure hypocrisy that "Franklins," "Grants" and "Hamiltons" were so eagerly welcomed but "Jay Bensons" were not; while money was held in high esteem and value, the person from whom it came was not. How can money be tainted more than it already is? Nevertheless, they repented, still letting my wife and I back in the church shortly thereafter. This certainly helped open my slumbering eyes.
It is now 1990, and Ezra Taft Benson has been the President of the church since late 1985.
Life Changed At 40
Shortly after my ex-wife and I were re-baptized, I moved back to Layton, Utah and turned 40. The day I turned 40 something happened to my heart-rate such that I ended up at the local clinic where an EKG was performed on me. I marveled that the exact day of my fortieth birthday should be so traumatic, and truly, this was the day that started my life. For some reason I likened it to Moses, whose pivotal years were to be measured by the 40's. Before this I saw no real value in numbers, but that was shortly to end. From this day I no longer reacted to that brought on by the Church but much more to that brought on from within.
While in this ward I was invited to attend a study group on the US Constitution by the Elder's Quorum President, and it wasn't long until I was in charge of another local group, the American Study Group started by Sterling Allen, even though my Bishop at the time was much more qualified to lead it. Gradually the ward I was in lined up against everyone in the ward who belonged to any Constitutional study group and key ward leaders were able to get the Bishop removed because of his support of it. Already surprised that a Bishop's removal was possible for such reasons other than those related to "worthiness," I was in shock that those at the highest levels of the church were involved in this action and materials introduced by the stake president were discarded items of the Bishop from his dumpster at work located 40 miles away in Murray.
A year after being re-baptized, my wife and I had all our temple "blessings" restored by a general authority in the LDS Church Office Building by Temple Square in April of 1991. I will never forget my reaction to the two hour interview. Our interviewer was so full of stories about his own family and prior work experiences that it became readily apparent to both of us that he was not the 'spiritual giant' you expect of these venerated men. I already suspected the same of most general authorities of the Church; nevertheless, my wife and I just stared at each other during and after this interview shocked by the shallowness of this experience. Thereafter, we immediately got our temple recommends signed and proceeded to go to the temple the same day and I returned again every day for the next month, to learn and absorb what I could in the temple.
My first reaction was confusion, as the Endowment did not sound like what I had memorized from my prior extensive attendance, and many significant things had been removed. Since LDS members are taught to discuss things learned in the temple only in the temple, and in the temple I was deferred to only talk about the temple in the Celestial room of the temple, it was in the Celestial room that I learned what I was afraid I would discover: no one there actually knew anything about the Endowment and why it was changed and temple workers were uncomfortable with having me loiter very long at the conclusion of an Endowment session. Very interesting—there is no actual place or means to discuss anything that goes on in the temple, which lets everyone, including the Prophet, off the hook of actual understanding—thereby perfecting ignorance of the Endowment and its meaning.
Out of similar frustration years earlier, I had put down for good almost all LDS literature like McConkie's commentaries on the New Testament, considering them marginal as he and others glossed over or omitted mention of many significant things. It was apparent to me that no one in the Church understood the scriptures as they seemed to speak to me and that leaders were more versed in practices and standards of the Church than in substance. There were no 'mavericks,' at the pulpit, and the "General" in General Authority was synonymous with "one size fits all."
It had appeared to me that the words of Paul were now fulfilled by this, the "True Church," in speaking of the latter days when he said of those who feigned knowing the truth would be deceived and that they would "perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved ("redeemed from the fall" [Ether 3:13]). And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie; That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness (their "delusion")." (II Thess 2:10-12) There were none in the Church who were like unto the Brother of Jared or even Joseph Smith, Jr. for that matter after the latter's death in 1844. To the Brother of Jared the Lord said: "Because thou knowest these things ye are redeemed from the fall." (Ether 3:13) I was looking for those who appeared to actually "know" all things—not those with the "delusion" of 'believing' that they did. Since it is the right of those with the Melchizedek to have "the key to the mysteries of the kingdom ("know" all things), it was apparent that none, including myself, held the Melchizedek priesthood either.
The Impact of Ezra Taft Benson
In late spring or early summer of 1991, I was in attendance at a home school conference at UVCC at which President Benson's son, Reed, was in was also in attendance. While standing around at the conclusion of the conference, Reed, whom I don't recall meeting before this time, seemed to make a special note of taking me aside and also my good friend and Bishop at the time (the same Layton Bishop noted earlier) and in almost whispering tones made one of the most remarkable statements I had ever heard come out of the mouth of such a man. He said:
I concluded, then, that if Ezra Taft Benson was through speaking to the church, that if I compiled and published all the words of President Benson, the record would be complete. (I had noted already that many discontented LDS members were photocopying his talks and scouring them for their content—more so than any other Prophet.) This I did by going to the church historical library, obtaining a copy of the bibliography on Pres. Benson from the church archives, and copying the bibliography and the text of every reference attributed to him as Prophet. The completed document contained no commentary or abridgement whatsoever from me. I ended up copying this document by the hundreds and selling them to recover my costs under the title, WORDS OF PRESIDENT EZRA TAFT BENSON.
At a later time when I ran into Reed again, I gave a copy of this 229 page document to Reed and an extra for his father (I had never met Pres. Benson nor am I related), who acknowledged that his father would be very pleased. Shortly after this, access to that bibliography file at the library was prohibited by the church. But it was too late and the record was out. Although President Benson was in poor health, he attended the last General Conferences before his death but he never again spoke or wrote another original word to the church for the three years from 1991 to his death in 1994.
(By way of note and disclaimer, never have I thought or believed that Reed Benson was or is anything but "true blue" to the LDS Church. I do not believe that he, then or now, ever would do anything that would lessen the esteem that he and all faithful LDS have for the Church or its leaders.)
I was amazed that I should know of these words of Pres. Benson from his oldest son (Reed) whom I only spoke to twice in my life. I don't believe that even Reed understood the power of his father's words; indeed the General Authorities apparently were not aware of his statement, and even if they were, that they did not understand the gravity of them. "Could the General Authorities not see themselves," I thought to myself, "that by standing or speaking in General Conference above the Prophet they were, as it were, "steady(ing) the arc of God" with penalties associated thereby indicated in the Doctrine and Covenants (D&C 85:8). One by one, as each GA stood to speak above the Prophet—seemingly oblivious to anything but the relentless churn of church business—I saw ALL the General Authorities (as the above scripture suggests) dissolved of whatever spiritual authority they had and proving that they were not seers.
With one exception, all General Authorities had 'steadied the arc.' That one had been stripped of his authority to stand—the great-grandson of Hyrum Smith, Eldred G. Smith—was/is the Patriarch to the Church, in emeritus, and is now the oldest living man in Utah at 105.
One other time I had witnessed the "Prophet" usurped was at the dedication of the Ogden Temple where I was present in the choir to observe Harold B. Lee remove President Joseph Fielding Smith, physically, by the arm from the pulpit and seat him as he appeared to ramble on. Shortly thereafter, Pres. Smith died and a very young and healthy Harold B. Lee replaced him for the shortest Presidency in the history of the church to that time—1½ years—it certainly appeared to me that he had been stricken with a "vivid shaft of lightening." Of course, I would see these events differently now, but they seemed pretty significant at the time, and regardless of true reality, it became increasingly apparent that no special power as "prophets, seers and revelators" remained among LDS church leaders other than as board members of a religious corporation.
My personal expansion and growth, which included increasing doubts about the validity of those who represented themselves as "prophets, seers and revelators" to the Church (a creed which must be accepted by individual members to be in good standing), was in question since the authorities closest to Pres. Benson appeared to be utterly lacking in any quality that resembled these characteristics. Certainly, I never noted that any General Authority had the quality of a seer. Of course, while I knew they had every right to run the church as corporate officers—my hope was that, somehow, that calling might be enough for them to eventually "awake and arise." I have never lost that hope.
Conversely, confidence in the paths I had taken was being filled with less doubt because of my intuition, common sense and knowledge of scripture and Church history along with the ability and right I retained to pursue my free will in all things. In my mind, what members were being instructed to hold onto was a grand illusion constructed by LDS leaders, leaving members and believers with the understanding that somehow they (the leaders) were special or gifted or endowed with knowledge inaccessible to all but a chosen few by virtue of their callings.
During his presidency, President Benson had two recurrent themes above all others to the members of the Church: one they adored and put atop the torch; the other seemingly went unnoticed. The first, of course, was the theme of the Book of Mormon and its importance, but the second was more austere and haunting; the former one can do something about—but how do we act on the latter? Mentioned in almost every address he gave as President of the Church, and within the context of D&C 84:54-58, he declared the words of the Lord in saying
He further implied that this judgment has never been lifted from the Church.
These words left a tremendous impact on me and I felt that there was no one in the Church who had a clue about how this condemnation could be lifted. I knew that all those General Authorities who should know what to do would resort to the use of words which would pacify and lull one into a carnal sense of security.
Finally, after a lifetime of looking to the Prophet for something prophetic, my Holy Ghost was hearing something that sounded like the words of a true seer. I had been watching and waiting on the Prophet. The theme of one profound talk entitled "I Testify" was Alma 4:19 which concluded with these words from Alma:
Unbeknownst to me, just two years into President Benson's Presidency, Joseph Smith appeared to Christopher Marc Nemelka in the Salt Lake temple, and Christopher recognized Joseph as his brother with whom he shared the same day of martyrdom. The theme of President Benson was the Book of Mormon—and now was the time when the Sealed Portion should be revealed to the world.
The Fourteen Years Leading Up to 2004
Little by little, by 1994 my doctrinal study narrowed down to the scriptures and the Documentary History of the Church (DHC). The DHC led me to these words by Joseph Smith:
Such is the fear of those members who are thus preyed upon by Church leaders portending to "know" while intimidating members with the implication that they do not without 'going ahead' of those who have the right to declare truth (the leaders). Unfortunately, it was increasingly apparent to me that the proof of Joseph's words was in a Prozac LDS Church; reports were coming out that Utah and the LDS people are the most heavily medicated people in the world requiring anti-depressants—profound evidence of "darkness, suspense and doubt."
The occasion of these comments by Joseph was precipitated by a certain Elder Brown who had been "hauled up for trial before the High Council" for preaching false doctrine. Of this Joseph continued:
As my interest in the plight of the Constitution increased beginning in 1990, I became deeply involved in finding books which addressed understanding it and other pertinent issues to freedoms guaranteed by it. Forgetting all other employment concerns, I went on the road to get these books out to the people—this was my new employment and it was starvation at best.
However, soon my intense study and interest in the church and scriptures led me to recognize the parallel path of the decline of the church as well as the nation. The decline of the church was of more significance to me and going to church was replaced by going on the road over the next 11 or so years (1991-2001) with my books and anything else I could sell at weekend trade shows. I traveled coast to coast more than seven times and covered more than 600,000 miles—mostly alone—attending in excess of 400 weekend shows.
All this travel and other issues ruined my second marriage which ended in 1999. This was very difficult for me to deal with. It was comforting to know, however, and recall the words planted in my head in 1991 when I covenanted with the Lord that I would do whatever it took to know my sins were forgiven me, that a voice in my head clearly said: "This will probably cost you your wife." Again, in 1997, I was told with greater certainty: "She will never stay." With these words clearly in my head, I was able to deal with the divorce and hope that much more was in store for me; that this phase of my life with my second wife had accomplished its purpose.
As the miles clicked on the speedometers of my cars/trucks in the '90's, and the mile posts speed by on the roadside, I began to notice a strange pattern of coincidence in those numbers. I began memorizing the values of letters, then words, dates, names, etc, in part to keep my mind active and alert while driving. The pattern was not like one by which things could be predicted, but was a little like the waves of the ocean which relentlessly crash on the shores and rocks according to their own timing and periodicity. One might look back and see a pattern but not look forward to predict the future.
Because of my study and rather extensive memorization of scriptures, I found my memory readily available to study and correlate things by turning the pages in my mind during the hundreds of hours of traveled as well as in the many quiet moments in the hundreds of nights I spent sleeping in my truck or eating dinner alone, etc. It was useful that text was seldom needed during these travels.
As the years marched on towards 2004, I recalled how the children of Israel had been required to wander in the wilderness for forty years: what had the Latter-day Saints done to wander in the wilderness for so long since the deaths of Joseph and Hyrum, from which no end appeared to be in sight? After the deaths of these brothers on 27 June 1844 and the taking of the their reigns by Brigham Young, it appeared that the LDS were now approaching four times 40 years in the wilderness—160 years. Would the way ever be led out of the wilderness of darkness and corporate religion?
One hundred sixty years would end on 27 June 2004. I was waiting but was disappointed that nothing visible to me occurred to the LDS religion. However I did note a "sign" in the Western US and Utah. Around the time of the Salt Lake City tornado on 11 August 1999, Utah and much of the west became locked in a very severe drought. It reminded me of the drought spoken of by Amos (8:11-12). It struck me with great force that the first significant weather and rainfall hit in mid-June of 2004 and the rains again began to return—it was now exactly 160 years from the deaths of Joseph and Hyrum. But did it mean anything? Little did I know that Christopher was at work on the Sealed Portion of the Book of Mormon.
It took almost three months for the news to catch up with me, that on 11 August 2004, 160 years and three days after Brigham Young took over the church, the translation of The Sealed Portion of the Book of Mormon, The Final Testament of Jesus Christ, was completed by Christopher, which also happens to be exactly five years to the day after the tornado which struck Salt Lake City and did damage to Temple Square (including blowing out the windows in front of the Christus statue), the Utah state capital building and other structures in the city.
Of personal interest to me, exactly five days before the Salt Lake City tornado struck, I had occasion to walk and drive its path as I mistakenly went to the wrong temple for my nephew's wedding. As I walked back to my car I remember looking up at a tree on the corner of Temple Square which had a wishbone shape and remembered muttering: "how long Lord, how long until you do something?" A week after the tornado, I returned to Temple Square to observe the damage, and that was when that I first realized I had walked its path of damage just days earlier. As I passed the tree on the corner I noted that it was split in half like a wishbone. It sent chills up my back; but still I knew nothing of Christopher and his work on the Sealed Portion.
One Mighty And Strong
As time went on though the 1990's, more and more I heard of gurus and self-professed scholars speaking of "one mighty and strong," meaning a person otherwise referred to the as the "Davidic servant." This was a reference to Isaiah, and Giliadi was an open spokesman for this term in his books on Isaiah. While his arguments were very persuasive to me, the more I read in LDS Church history and in the scriptures, the more I was convinced that there would be a Servant chosen and sent who was to complete a great work preparatory to the coming of the Messiah and who would be the only authoritative voice on the earth whom the Christ would acknowledge. The more I observed the LDS Church, the less I believed that this voice would come from that Church—still I never lost hope that someone within its ranks would have the courage to stand—maybe even a General Authority; I am still hoping that one will have the courage to stand.
At first I thought I was unique in my supposed understanding of this term, but to my surprise, many of my more knowledgeable associates and other gurus of sorts were also very much aware of this Isaiah-speak, and to my shock, several supposed that they were he of who the scriptures referred to as one mighty and strong. Not being one to immediately discount the possibilities, and with hopes that I should find such a one—if now was the time for his appearance—I sincerely tried to visualize those making such claims to be what they claimed. One by one I came to realize the absurdity of each who thought such a thing about themselves. Even I, of myself, could not completely discount such a possibility though I had no confirmation of such a thing, for I had no idea of whom or what I was looking for or what would qualify me to be such a one.
One impression I had, because of the promises made to Joseph Smith—that he would be able to finish the work which he began—is that it would be Joseph and Hyrum who would return and bring back into order the LDS Church, and therefore be the ones who would fulfill the role of the Servant.
Be that as it may, I was certain that one was chosen to finish up the work of this earth preparatory to the coming of Christ. My impression was that I would not have had such thoughts if I were not being prompted. I remember reading nothing from early LDS authors on the subject of one mighty and strong and so thought that maybe no one was prompted because the time was not yet to be looking for this person.
I was ravenous in my search through the 90's and early 2000's for ONE who might have the answers until discouragement finally set in and I began to just settle into the single dance scene. I can scarcely imagine how many I bored to death with my wild imagination and ideas concerning truth while, at the same time looking and inquiring in such a way as to ascertain that all I met were not certain in their understanding of truth above my own that I should listen to them. I was always hopeful of finding one who did not just know things as a result of a better mind than mine, but as a result of certainty which had the attribute of real authority and truth.
Dreams and Visions
Including certain intelligence which came to me concerning my ex-wife which I have already alluded to, on several occasions things happened which were indescribably graphic.
One such time was during a six day period in the mid-90's, in which I woke up early each morning (5 or 6 am) in a dream or a vision while I was alone staying at my mother's house.
The first three days were an exact repeat of the same dream. In it I was commanded to take my oldest son up to a mountain and sacrifice him as did Abraham. This was as real as anything I ever felt while I was awake, and the pain of each step was excruciating. Each time the dream ended the same way: my pain at what would be the last moment was so great that I blacked out in my dream and then awakened from my sleep.
In effect, my path has led to an unwanted sacrifice of my own five children—I have not been with them together since 1991; I have no contact with my second family of six, which I raised all through all their teenage years, and my third family through Noni are comprised of five children who have been reared already—16 altogether and three families. If this dream means more than this, I still have not determined it. In a sense, I have sacrificed my children for this Work. I do not think of them at all as I once did as a live-at-home dad.
I will abbreviate the details of the fourth day. It began while I was in my sleep but it then progressed to an almost trans-like state in which I no longer had control of my body. It started innocently enough, but I had no idea what horror I was about to witness. Nothing could prepare me for this. What happened sounds much like what is written in The Sealed Portion, 97:99:
I was taken to each of three kingdoms of happiness, one by one, and each time I was told, "But no, this will not be where you will go." Each time, as this was repeated upon seeing a kingdom, my heart sank, but was glad for the next state—only to be denied it. Upon being denied the third, I was taken, no, almost sucked through a kind of black hole of such overpowering darkness, and of such a horror, that nothing earthly can describe it. It lasted only a second, or less, but I cannot imagine one's heart not exploding if it were to last any longer. In that second, I became totally consumed in blackness in the universe, while still conscious, where no one knew I existed, and all record of my existence was forgotten. I was delivered through this on a dark side which I quickly noted, resembled the earth and those who had money and wealth going about their business as if they had an understanding of some kind among themselves. Finally, I saw myself speaking over the shoulder of my friend and was confronted with the truth about Satan. Whom Christopher has revealed that Satan is, is whom I was shown that he is—me. I was shown that not one moment of my life contained even one correct thought, statement or act. The pain of this revelation was as great or greater to me, than going through the "black hole." Thereafter, while control over my body seemed to be restoring itself, I laid deathly still for a few minutes not knowing if I was dead or going to die, and I was afraid to see if my limbs would respond to my control.
As I awakened, the first thing that I thought of was Ebenezer Scrooge and Jimmy Stewart in It's A Wonderful Life. It seemed as if I was to consider how to react to what had just happened to me. As I thought about my life, I was fairly certain that I had never done anything so evil as to require such punishment. After a few minutes, my joy increased until I finally got off my bed and jumped up and down for joy. I knew it might be a long time, or never, until I understood what it all meant, but much of it is now clear because of what Christopher has revealed. No one else could have clarified the meaning of this vision, without knowing it, but Christopher. At the time I marveled, that if I in my sins could live through this, how much greater pain it would have been to ONE who was perfect, whose path took Him through Gethsemane, that such a thing might have caused Him to bleed at every pore.
On the fifth day I was awaken, and shown that "priesthood" was like dry, dehydrated food. Without water it is inedible. As the essential ingredient of dry food is water, the essential ingredient of priesthood is love. I then saw 'priesthood' not as a 'power' at all, but that all power resided in "love." I was amazed, as now I reasoned that 'priesthood' could not be denied anyone who was possessed of love. The priesthood of the church was only a corporate designation, and useful only to be coveted and to be held over the heads of others. At the time I reasoned that it did not exist, except only as one was possessed of love, thereby making it free to all. The woman always did have it except as she coveted it as a man might. (Of course, this was me talking to me.)
Finally, on the sixth day, I was told (me talking to me) that the Lord would do "whatever I will" with the church. I then realized that its survival was of no significance to the Lord except as it accomplished his greater purposes. It became clear, I reasoned, that there was no salvation through subscription or participation in the Church alone. It was only a tool which may come to an end, and that end could include allowing vain men to continue it until it became indistinguishable from all other churches. Of course, a full understanding of the church would not come of this and of all things in my life, until I was finally taught by a true messenger.
Another time while sleeping in the back of my truck in a Pilot station in Las Vegas while doing a trade show, I awakened to a long string of calculations which frantically went on in my head for more than a half hour. At the precise end of the string, the morning sun flashed into the windows of my truck with such brightness that I was totally blinded—it was at this exact moment I heard a voice say "You are God." I was almost as shocked by this unexpected event, as I was at what happened on the "fourth day." I really did not know what to think, but it made me think of the song, "What if God was one of us, just a bum like one of us…" The kingdom of God is within, just like Christopher has more fully revealed and as only he can as a true messenger.
Why share these things while now understanding my own input into them? Many are unable to separate themselves from the significance of self-importance acquired by such things, but for me they are finally laid to rest. Needless to say, they were all so indelibly imprinted on my mind, that if I ever found one who could explain them without even knowing it, that I would have found what I was finally looking for. My study of Isaiah revealed a "mighty and strong" ONE who may or may not be revealed in my lifetime. By 2004 I had all but given up that there might be one. Yet I never quit talking about the things on my mind to all I met that I might draw one out to discover.
I met many and heard of many who thought they were the one, yet not just their fruits and writings exposed them, but it was clear by the mere fact they were still searching and learning that I knew their words could not be ultimately trusted.
Was I not also searching? How can one be sure of anything if he is still searching and learning more? The 'one' must never hesitate as in the manner of having questions of himself or be in a further search for the discovery of truth—that is a mortal weakness and fatal to the call of the servant. "The Servant," the "one mighty and strong" will not be confounded by any question, but may be restrained by the intent or degree of readiness of the questioner. Every guru I have met or whose works I have read, seems to be defensive of his writings as if to protect his ego, though his claims may be a long stretch of believability. The ONE has no need for apologies, is not concerned with protecting his ego or writings and is not looking for others to massage his greatness.
What About Church, Bob?
In July of 1999, while I was doing a Preparedness Show in Seattle, one man came up to my booth, and discovering I was Mormon, proceeded to discount it as a false religion. In my mind, I thought, "Tell me something I don't know," and after a brief discussion he left. The next day he returned with a briefcase full of papers, intent on providing the church to be false. I stopped him in his tracks and asked him if he belonged to a church, to which he said "Yes." I then asked him if it had any problems which he might be concerned about, and again he replied "Yes." I told him that it occurred to me that if I looked at his church, I would think the same thing, but that I could care less because I didn't belong to it. Why, therefore was he concerned about the problems with my church? What business of it was his? I then told him "If you want to fix my church, join it, pay tithing, be faithful, THEN FIX IT." Meanwhile, "Shut up if you're not a member because it is none of your business. I am an Elder in that church, and fixing it as I may, is my burden not his."
What, then, is the point in my writing all this stuff about my journey in the LDS Church and leading up to discovering Christopher? My point is that I do love the church and it pains me to see it as little more than a mimic of the church at the time of Lehi in Jerusalem as well as in the time of Christ. It has the "form of godliness" as Paul spoke of, but lacked the substance which Christ rebuked the Pharisees, Sadducees and Scribes for. Again, it seems history has repeated itself. How are any of our numerous LDS meetings, repetitions, ordinations and ordinances anything more than carnal observances for spiritual realities that have never taken form in our life time? Wasn't it "wrath" that induced the Lord to introduce the "law of carnal commandments?" (D&C 84:27) I reasoned. Nevertheless, I have labored in this writing to outline my experiences, many of which are profound only to me, but which some may identify with in their own life, and to help others rub their eyes and awaken from "slumber," even "deep sleep" of their own paradigms.
If you are a member of the LDS church, it really is okay to think for yourself and shake off your programming. It is the "suspense and doubt"—fear and ignorance—of the unlearned which Joseph Smith spoke of in the earlier quote, that causes people to hold on, yet not ONE person who has lived on this earth has ever returned and reported back from the land of the dead that Mormonism or its ordinances, or for that matter, religion of any kind has saved them.
When I asked why they would pick me to be a Sunday School counselor, the Bishop's counselor told me that maybe one or two in the ward knew more than I did—this he derived from my answers in classes. My talk in Sacrament would have rendered a pin drop loud and even babies didn't cry. From Ecclesiastes I said: "don't worry about others or even so much yourself, your day will come as will your neighbor's. Don't worry; we're all going to be there on the other side." One man came up to me and said: "I've lived in this ward 13 years and have been waiting for a talk like that." Another woman said: "It would take three months of Sacrament Meetings to learn what I said in 18 minutes." The subject was "Come Back to the Lord."
My point in mention of this is that through all the problems I have had with the Church, my love and hope for it was never lost. However, far more importantly, people are hungry and they are not being fed. As time went on in that ward, people became more jaded towards me and finally I realized not one person was interested in anything I thought. After about a year and a half, I asked myself (in the air) why I needed to go at all and the immediate response was: "Why are you still going?" My Holy Ghost was working that day in 2001. I've never been back. People were more concerned with forms and appearances, but I never actually observed any earnest desire to learn, except for one July day in 2000 in a Sacrament Meeting, they let themselves go because of the power of a message, but they quickly caught themselves before their collective heart could free itself and returned to the cage of the strict religion of Old Jerusalem.
Daniel Chapter 2 and September 11TH 2001
As the year 2001 unrolled, I became consumed with Daniel Chapter 2. This is the chapter where Daniel reveals the king's dream and the interpretation thereof. Because of the way I played with numbers, dates and occasionally the calendar, sometimes I would look ahead and note similarities to other events on certain dates, but this time about 6 weeks before 11 September, because of the proximity to the date the "whirlwind" hit Salt Lake City, the thought 'first to the church, then to the whole world' came to mind from the D&C (112:23-28). The warning shot had been fired over the bow of the Church, now enough time had elapsed for "whirlwind" to hit the world. (Note: remember, these were my thoughts at the time and may have no bearing whatsoever in the truth—but they were very real to me such that I saw an amazing pattern begin to develop.) The period of a mission (two years) and 30 days of warning showed up on my calendar as 9-1-1 and I wrote 911 and circled it on my calendar in red—I still have that calendar—on September 11, 2001.
Leading up to this fateful day I was attending singles dances and one friend whose name was "Cleo" showed up a little overdressed having just come from a class reunion wearing a leopard scarf. Knowing the significance of Rome to figure in the king's dream, I determined to go home and open my history books, which I did, and read about the Roman Empire all night until dawn beginning with Anthony and Cleopatra.
In the dream, the legs were spoken of as representing Rome, but I couldn't reconcile the significance of the split caused by the fact that the creature had two legs. To my surprise, I read of the beginning of Pax Romana in 32 BC (or peace in Rome) which lasted until 192 AD, a period of about 225 years and about 29 years (as I thought), before the birth of Christ. I knew from my study of law in the 1990's that America's legal system was based on the Roman system of law.
The connection of Rome to America was suddenly electrifying as I determined that this year (2001) represented the same number of years since American independence in 1776. Furthermore, I noted that Joseph Smith was born 29 years after that just as Christ after the beginning of Pax Romana. I could see how the fourth kingdom could be divided (two legs) and that "they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men: but they shall not cleave one to another…." How was this possible? The kingdom was divided by both space (Rome and America) and time. To me, America was the other leg of the Roman Empire as seen by Daniel and this was the year of the two equal periods of time—what a coincidence. September 11th loomed up even sharper on my radar as a pivotal date—911 indeed.
The night before the 11th I ran into an old friend, Jill, at Walmart at about 9:45 pm and suddenly what blurted out of my mouth was: "Tomorrow, two prophets will lie dead in the streets." She asked me what I meant by that, to which I replied, "I have no idea." I don't know why I said that, but the next day as I witnessed the fall of those two great towers, the words of Daniel came to mind that these towers truly represented the legs of the beast whose head was make of gold and represented all the kingdoms of the world. As the dust covered the whole of Manhattan and New York City in those views from across the harbor, it truly appeared to me as the "chaff of the summer threshingfloors; and the wind carried them away,.." after all, wasn't it just 10 or 11 days before the beginning of fall and harvest time. I felt as if this event pinned down a documented and prophesied period in time that would prove pivotal to man. What it meant, I still didn't know.
As the images of those towers replayed in my eyes over the hours, days and weeks which were buried on the news reports, it gave meaning to my words from the night before. The buildings (to me) were the representation of the prophets testifying to the world and then in my mind's eye, I saw, as in vision, the images of Joseph and Hyrum arise out of the dust of the twin towers to a height even taller than the original buildings. This image kept flashing in my mind and continues to this very day with one difference after I met Christopher: the image of Hyrum flashes back and forth between Hyrum and Christopher as if there is no distinction. A further examination of the day's destruction revealed that the floors of the two towers were of equal height, 110 floors each, as a pair of legs should be and together with the Pentagon's five floors, comprised a total of 225 floors destroyed—the same number as the years comprising Pax Romana and the United States since 1776.
What all this meant to me, if anything, is that the powers that be over this earth are having fun with us, and that a pattern developed that resonated with me. This pattern kept me interested and motivated to find the Servant who was promised in the latter times. Until I met Christopher I was clueless as to the actual machinery of the universe in which we exist, but he has removed all the mystery from it and shown that it is as "easy as pie" to understand Human Reality.
Because of Christopher, I am "redeemed from the fall" and the fallacies of my own mind and my vain imagination.
I have been deeply interested in everything about the Church, first as a matter of faith, but, more importantly, because I thought that through it I might come to the knowledge of all truth. In my lifetime, I have never seen anything come out of the LDS Church that even remotely resembled what I have read about which came from the prophets of the scriptures. No prophet since Joseph Smith has demonstrated the endowment of seer-ship until Christopher received the Plates of Gold from Joseph in the upper room of the Salt Lake temple on 16 June 1987.
Years from now, the history of the LDS church will read like that of Jerusalem under Laban and Herod, and the testimony they bear of how Joseph received the Gold Plates will be identical of that which future generations will bear of Christopher and The Sealed Portion. It pains me to realize that if the present course continues, all those associated with LDS Church leadership since 1987 will be had in infamy and named with those who, historically, were named as the persecutors of our Christ.
Time to Go Dancing
Late in 2000 I finally discovered the variety of single dances and firesides available to my age group, and this became my social outlet. At an October General Conference dance in '02 I met an attractive but somewhat matronly dressed woman (for a guy with hair of my length) who asked me to dance. Julie Taggart was her name and three dances later she discovered her dare to dance with me to her friends was met with conversation of substance as I, likewise, was surprised by her and the ability to talk openly together. Over time we would run into each other at subsequent dances and eventually began pursing interesting classes and activities such as Singles Family Home Evening groups together. Our interest in each other was kept at a platonic level and for a number of months we didn't speak to each other. Eventually, in mid-2004 we acknowledged each other again in passing and she would ask what new insights I had, if any. She kept an open end on our relationship by all but threatening me that if I learned something interesting or significant I was to share it with her.
When I learned of The Sealed Portion, the last thing she said to me remained fixed in my mind; words to the effect, "If you discover something I should know about, call me and let know." We had both been searching for something but could only find expression in what the church was not. After discovering The Sealed Portion, I made that call to Julie with a strange story to tell. It was late in the evening sometime in November of 2004, that I called her and said something like: "I think I've found what we've been looking for." "Get over here now!" was her reply, and many now know how that story has played out. I don't believe that Julie Taggart has ever doubted the authenticity of the Sealed Portion or this Marvelous Work and a Wonder from that very day and I had only glanced at the book before I shared it with her.
Two years after meeting Julie, I met Loni Q. in the summer of 2003 at a dance held for attendees and others at the LDS Singles Conference at UVCC. I enjoyed talking to her but when she said she had come up here from San Diego to attend the conference, I assumed I would never see her again and so thought nothing more about it. A number of months later I saw her again as she was up in the Salt Lake area for visits and attended various dances where I reacquainted with her. Again we talked and enjoyed each other's company while not striking up a particularly romantic connection: she explained that she again was returning to San Diego. Soon I ran into her again at a dance and she said that this time she had decided to move up to Utah and work in the Utah school system doing what she was doing in California.
We struck up a positive relationship and one evening after being with some friends, we had a lengthy conversation about things which included Adam and Eve and the Garden. She repeated again in this conversation that she really did not know why she felt she was to come to up to Utah: she assumed it would be to find a husband, but that wasn't anything she felt for sure.
As it happened, just a two or three weeks prior to this discussion, I met Noni on 22 Oct 2004, at a church dance on Spring Lane and who is now my wife. For reasons ever so clear now, time spent between Noni and Loni became more intertwined at the dances, and this made me very uncomfortable. I prefer to have just one romantic interest and don't feel comfortable feeling I am two-timing another.
The Sealed Portion
A day after my conversation with Loni, she (Loni) called me and electrified me with her words. She explained that she had just received an email from a friend she had met at the church dances in San Diego and who had finally taken the time to explain why he would not date or become involved with her down there. Loni said his name was Chris and that he had explained in his email that he had been busy translating the Sealed Portion of the Book of Mormon which he had now completed. She explained that it spoke of things beginning with Adam and Eve (our topic of a conversation the night before) down to today and that I could pull it up on the internet.
I have to confess I was dumbfounded at such a claim. I had met countless people with wild claims since 1990, but felt compelled to listen to everyone with such claims and to make a determination for myself of their validity. Since this claim seemed so unexpected and outrageous, I knew that I had to find out for myself if it was true.
In all my life and my long search for truth, I never thought I would hear the words, "the "Sealed Portion is finished." It never occurred to me I would see it in my lifetime; it was completely off of my radar screen; I could scarcely believe such a claim. I had met so many gurus, authors, and men mighty in their own minds I scarcely knew what to do with this information except look at it. I had seen so many prophets and their quasi-scripture in my life I was pretty well attuned to its appearance. After finally pulling it up on the internet which was very new to me, I was blown away at its possibilities. I had to work through how foreign the idea was that some guy in San Diego had the Gold Plates and translated them.
At first I skipped around and had a difficult time absorbing how it could change my life. Finally, one Sunday I settled myself down to read what was purported to be the translation of the 116 pages lost by Martin Harris, which was also included in the translation—and for three hours I cried like a baby.
This was true.
One day in the '90's I went through the Book of Mormon to obtain a list of every chapter in Isaiah, by number, found therein. My most troubling discovery was that Isaiah Chapter 1 was missing from the Book of Mormon, the effect of which was to neutralize the message of Isaiah. Chapter one is the keystone of Isaiah. Without chapter 1, the study of Isaiah is pointless. My study of this chapter determined that it was a review and outline of God's controversy with Israel around which all the remaining 65 chapters were centered.
But there it was—missing as were the first 116 pages of the Book of Mormon—in the Book of Lehi.
The unsealed portion was now complete but the Sealed Portion was completely new territory. I was grateful for the Book of Lehi to help establish the validity of this 100 chapter and nearly 1000 page read known as The Sealed Portion, the Final Testament of Jesus Christ.
Loni and I spoke from time to time after this about the book, but I knew that I would have to meet Christopher and to do that I would have to take time off from my new job and go to San Diego. The Advanced Beings must have known this and arranged for me to develop a hernia which had to be repaired. This required me to be away from work for six weeks and gave me the time needed to meet him on Dec. 21, 2004.
Loni was going down to San Diego to be with her family for Christmas and we had arranged that we would meet and she would take me to Chris' house—she was very protective and would not even give me his phone number or address. On the day appointed I got almost frantic when Loni delayed our meeting and I was concerned that I would have to return home without meeting him. We finally joined up at a determined location and I followed her to his home. As we got closer, I was amazed that this was an old stomping ground of mine from when I had live there before.
When we finally arrived at his residence, we passed through a courtyard to the front door of this humble rambler, and she knocked on the door. A man of no small stature answered the door and acknowledged my friend with the most beautiful smile and warm embrace. As I stood there, breathless and almost shaking, the serenity of this exchange and a count to five left me certain I had succeeded in my quest and had found the Servant with the answers. After a warm greeting we were invited in. A couple hours later, Loni went on to her family—and I left three days later.
I am ashamed that, like so many of the learned I had met before, I found it necessary to say as much as I did to try to validate myself, and to share with him things I had learned over the past 14 years. It became very apparent that he did not need to know anything from me as his manner was that of one who was already aware of every important thing, thus displaying the kind of authority that required no credentials.
Was he a know-it-all? Nothing like that radiated from him—he even displayed a kind of homespun ignorance. But this was not an ignorant man. He spoke with few breaks, and it appeared he intended to give few opportunities for questions or shared ideas from these listeners. As the evening got late and I had nowhere to go, he invited me to stay on the sofa which he carefully made for my comfort. I finally departed two days later on the 23rd of Dec. 2004, the 199th anniversary of the birth of Joseph Smith, a fact, the irony of which could not escape me. It would be in the year of the 200th anniversary of Joseph's birth, that the finished work of the Gold Plates would be first announced to the world.
When I returned home, I vowed to bear down and finish reading The Sealed Portion. I started at the beginning, and found power in these words that was missing in my previous jumping around and looking for highlights. By now, I had very little contact with Loni, as it seemed to be her purpose in my life to bring me to Christopher with a good and unbiased report.
Noni's Role in My Life
While in San Diego with Christopher, most all my attention was directed in my few phone calls to Noni. It had all happened so fast and for all I knew maybe it was Loni I would end up with.
I met Noni on 22 October 2004 and 16 days later I learned of the Sealed Portion from Loni. By the 24th Noni and I had met at two dances and I surprised her at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building for the monthly singles fireside by coming and sitting by her. I remember holding her hand and thinking "Holy crap, you're going to marry this girl."
It took several weeks after finding the Sealed Portion to finally tell Noni about it. Some sudden and strong changes took place in me just two weeks after we met and I learned of the Sealed Portion; I had suddenly became a different person than whom she had met. I knew she was a pretty strong member of the LDS Church and I wasn't sure I was ready to lose her yet, and so I, uncharacteristically, took weeks before I finally broke down at her insistence and told her what it was I was reading. After much persistence, I told Noni about Christopher and the Sealed Portion.
By now, I was very accustomed to women and LDS in general, being very skeptical about spiritual discussions. I had no idea that she had spent the last year in serious soul searching and her own intense study of the Book of Mormon reading it twice. Not wanting me to be interested in anyone but her, Noni started coming over to my house, and seeing that I was impacted by my reading, she finally put both hands on my shoulders and started shaking me, demanding to know what it was. No longer able to hide if from her, I told her what I had discovered and printed her a copy.
Upon my return from San Diego Noni began coming over to my house literally every evening from then on and we ravenously read it together at our own paces. She's never left my side since, and we were eventually married on 8 April 2005 in Encinetas, CA overlooking Moonlight Beach by Christopher. The occasion of our wedding was the beginning of his teaching about the of meaning of the endowment. Two days earlier, at a humble library in Chula Vista, CA, The Sealed Portion the Final Testament of Jesus Christ was publicly announced to the world at which few attended. Many of that same group still visit together to hear Christopher while only handfuls of others have taken advantage of meeting him.
Time and again I have witnessed in person and on-line wise men and fools try to confound him, or even worse, teach him. They cannot comprehend the demeanor and manner of knowing which Christ exercised when He spoke, whether to a group or individuals, which caused the scripture to be written of Him—that He spoke and taught with authority, not as the Publicans.
Christopher, as no other, speaks with that same authority. I've never seen him care for a moment if one believes him or not. He is not out to convert anyone or to obtain friends or funds for this Marvelous Work and a Wonder®
Likewise, neither do I care either. That is not the purpose for telling my story. My experiences and perceptions in finding this Work may appear strange; my paradigms may seem strained. I can say without hesitation, though, I diligently searched to know the truth in all the known places and in the manner subscribed by my LDS religion—in the scriptures and in the words of the prophets. I feel redeemed by my choices in that the words of both helped lead me to this Work. The power of both, as I have described in this story, should help many have comfort in a certain measure of obedience and conformity to the scriptures and the "prophets," while at the same time retaining the final measure of all personal discovery to the dictates of one's own free will.
My assessment of Mormonism from my youth was that it was my duty to leave no stone unturned in order to come to a knowledge of the truth, no matter what the consequence might be of that search. I realize now that this was my own intuitive understanding and that it would be rationalized and attacked if it in any way lessened the stature of commanding LDS leaders and General Authorities.
A commonly applied phrase within religious circles is summed up by the letters, WWDD: what would Jesus do? Would Jesus ever subordinate himself to any so-called religious authority? Of course the answer is NO. Then neither would I. Just as those who did so could not discover their Christ, so neither could any man today who would place such trust in the arm of flesh.
I have been associated continuously with this Work since I discovered it and have been a conscientious observer of Christopher and the fruit he has brought forth, and I know based on my common sense and all my reasoned understanding that it is not the arm of flesh that has brought forth this Marvelous Work and a Wonder which contains the Plan of the Father for mortals to experience happiness while in mortality.
Christopher is the Servant I was looking for. He is a True Messenger of the Father and his Christ, here at this time to reveal his true identity. He was the ONE chosen from the foundation of the world to begin the work of the Father for the last time, which work formally commences on l6 June 2012, ushering in the final period of this earth until the return of the Christ. To reject Christopher is to reject Christ.
Jay M. Benson,