As you can imagine, Grandkids, ol’ Grandpa is seen by the world as very arrogant, and pretty much insane. This is because I claim to be one of only five living mortals who knows the Real Truth about human existence, who we are and why we exist. My brain was changed so that I could know this Real Truth and deliver the only message to the people of this world that will save humanity from complete destruction for the sixth and last time.
Unfortunately for you, as my Grandkids, if any of you attempt to defend ol’ Gramps, you’re going to be mocked and scorned for giving any thought or validity to any of Grandpa’s claims. Most of your parents and grandmothers think that Grandpa is bonkers. And if any of you have wondered about me during your life and asked one of your parents or grandmothers, I’m pretty sure that you’ve heard that I had some serious mental problems.
But, just do me one favor, please? Ask them,
“Besides my grandfather being bonkers, what is it that he did that was so wrong?”
After you’ve reviewed The Humanity Party® and understand its platform and blueprint for a new human government, especially after studying its plan to eliminate poverty throughout the world (also, its explanation of how the U.S. Congress can literally stop child prostitution throughout the world in a week), ask them,
“How can any of this stuff have come from a guy who is crazy? What part of any of this is bad? How could my grandfather, of whom I share 1/4 of his DNA, come up with these things? Do I have some of his crazy genes in me?”
“What did my grandfather get out of all of this? When he could have been successful at so many other things in life, why did he choose to do things that the world sees as crazy—things that the rest of the world does not value as good or successful?”
“If my grandfather wasn’t right about the things that he says are the Real Truth about how things really are, how things really were, and how things really will be, then by all means, Dad, Mom, or Grandma, tell me what IS the right thing? Can you give me a competent and logical answer that makes more sense than what Grandpa taught?”
As you ask these questions, take notice of how uncomfortable your parents and grandmothers become. Maybe for the first time in your life, you’ll see your parents and grandmothers become visibly frustrated with you … their countenances will fall and you’ll witness a meanness in them that you might not have ever seen, had you not asked these questions about your grandpa. Your questions will be met with their anger. People get angry when their personal value is being questioned or threatened.
Your grandmothers spent the best part of their lives demeaning Grandpa and threatening your parents that if they had anything to do with their father (me), your grandmothers didn’t want anything to do with them. You will come to find out, as the facts and events of my life unfold through this autobiography, that your grandmothers did everything in their power to keep your parents (while they were young) away from me.
Your parents would be lying if they said that Grandpa wanted nothing to do with his children as they were growing up. I tried my hardest to be in their lives and was put in, and kept in, jail, on more than one occasion, when I tried, because your grandmothers and step-grandfathers did everything that they could to keep me away from your parents.
Now, I wrote above “as they were growing up.” As adults, your parents could have come to me at any time if they sincerely wanted to get to know me, and see for themselves if I am crazy or not. They could have asked me any questions about my life … and about my claims.
Two of your aunts, Brittany and Rachael, and one of your uncles, Joshua, were involved in my life for a time, but ONLY after their lives were failing to such a degree that their mothers contacted me to intervene and help them. These three didn’t have a strong relationship with a father-figure like your other parents did. Rachael never had a father figure growing up, and Brittany and Joshua’s adopted (legal) father abandoned them when they were teenagers.
I did everything that I could to reverse the paths of self-destruction which Brittany, Rachael, and Joshua were on because of their mother’s choices. But because they didn’t grow up around me, they lacked the natural respect that is often found in a close child-parent relationship. They loved what I could do for them in becoming successful in the world, but not one time did any of the three ever sit down with me and sincerely explore the claims that I was making about being this world’s savior. Yeah, that’s right. I claim I am the one who can save this world by explaining what humanity must do so that it doesn’t destroy itself for the sixth fucking time in the history of this earth!
In my heart, I owed it to my children to help them … no, that’s not exactly correct, that I owed them anything. I felt that those who had recruited me throughout my life owed my children for losing a normal father with a normal brain. If I hadn’t experienced the metamorphosis of my brain and been asked to join this group and become involved in their Marvelous Work and a Wonder®, things would have been very different for your parents. Well, I highly doubt that any of your parents past Brittany, Joshua, Brandon, Caleb, Sariah, and Ryan would exist. I probably would have remained a member of the LDS/Mormon Church and lived out the rest of my life with Jackie. She was an incredible wife and mother.
As I present the details of my life, you will find out more about what happened and how my involvement in the MWAW, not only affected my life, but also the lives of your parents and grandparents. I do not shoulder the blame for being “crazy.” At least, Christopher Marc Nemelka does not shoulder any blame for it. But my True Self is all to blame.
As I proceed with the events in my life, you’ll realize that my mentors had everything to do with helping my children when they needed help. I got the money to help them from my mentors. Brittany, Joshua, and Rachael got more money and things than most other children. As a worldly father, I did more than what was expected of a father to help these three enter the “great and spacious building” of worldly success and pride. Again, this was because they didn’t have a good father/child relationship with a step-father.
My mentors provided the funds and support to help Brittany and Joshua until they each had a good start in life. Brittany was making six figures and married to a very good man. Joshua was successfully planted in a worldly position of value that paid him well and married to a very good woman. At that time, I was counseled by my mentors that it was time to fulfill the purpose for my life: to be a True Messenger.
And Rachael …
Rachael had no direction in life. Although I was allowed to give her many material things to make her life easier, but because she had little of the father/daughter respect that would have developed between us had her mother allowed her to be in my life while she was growing up, she never took my advice or listened to my counsel. To give her direction, I made it possible for her to join the LDS/Mormon religion to which her mother and I once belonged. The Mormon Heavenly Father would become the father I could not. Rachael needed this type of father. She wouldn’t listen to me. And the only person who could replace me in her life … was God, Himself. That’s right!
You see, grandkids, success and pride in this world is like a “great and spacious building; and it [stands] as it were in the air, high above the earth. And it [is] filled with people, both old and young, both male and female; and their manner of dress [is] exceedingly fine.” The people of the world, you know, normal people, are “in the attitude of mocking and pointing their fingers towards [me] and those who had come at and were partaking of the [MWAW] fruit.” (Compare BOM, 1 Nephi 8)
Let me put it how it really is:
The success and pride of the world is directly responsible for its failure. This “large and spacious building, which thy [grandfather uses as a symbol], is vain imaginations and the pride of the [people of Earth].”
You can read and study every book that has ever been written in this world … every fucking one. Okay, hypothetically, let’s say that you did, and that you know everything that has ever been written, studied, and known since the first basic forms of writing were introduced about 10,000 years ago … that is, during this Sixth Dispensation of Human Time. (There were actually five other time periods when humans lived upon Earth and developed writing and language.)
Writing has only one purpose and one purpose only: for an author to receive value and praise from another person who reads the author’s writings. Otherwise, what would be the incentive for anyone to write a book if no one else was going to read it?
Check out these pictures of what the people in the “large and spacious building” imagine the earth’s timeline to be. As you review these pictures, think of the layers of time being the actual layers that you can see with your own eyes when you’re out hiking.
Grandpa has included a few images below to help you visualize the point I’m trying to make:
Now let’s use our brains here, Grandkids.
Let’s consider the empirical evidence that we can actually see about the earth’s timeline: all the different layers of time.
Now let’s consider the vain and foolish imaginations of those who wrote books about the formation of the earth and the evolution, or creation of humankind. Both evolution from a Big Bang and the creation of Adam and Eve being dumbass vain and foolish imaginations that don’t make any sense.
Because some dumbass author decided to write about the vain and foolish things that he was imagining in his head about creation, either as the Bible or as scientific publications, the people in the “large and spacious building” believe what is written to be plausible and true. Yeah. Really!
Ironically, many of the world’s most respected scholars, and a few ancient religious leaders, opine (give their opinion) that you should never believe anything that you read or hear and only half of what you see with your own eyes.
Grandpa is partial to how the Great Buddha supposedly put it:
“Now, Kalamas, don’t go by reports, by legends, by traditions, by scripture, by logical conjecture, by inference, by analogies, by agreement through pondering views, by probability, or by the thought, ‘This contemplative is our teacher.’ When you know for yourselves that, ‘These qualities are skillful; these qualities are blameless; these qualities are praised by the wise; these qualities, when adopted and carried out, lead to welfare and to happiness’ — then you should enter & remain in them.”
Basically, this ancient teaching is telling a person to only believe those things that “lead to welfare and happiness.”
So, Grandkids, what part of believing that all of humankind came from a couple of naked white people who got cast out of a special garden, who began to fuck to have children, and then had their children fuck each other to create the entire human race, is not logically seen as beyond vain and foolish imagination?
And what empirical evidence is there, of any kind that you can see, hear, smell, taste, or touch that proves that plants and animals actually evolved from a lower life form, when humans are directly responsible for all known hybrids of flora and fauna?
Yeah, I might be bat shit crazy, but think about this. Let’s assume the following is true:
- The earth is billions of years old.
- It only took 10,000 years of Earth time (a piss drop in a toilet bowl of water) for humans to evolve into modern humans.
- History repeats itself.
All those things considered, doesn’t it seem possible, even probable, that previous civilizations could have destroyed each other because they didn’t get along, just like we’re headed to do today?
The Real Truth is …
See all those layers in the pictures above? In most of those layers, all kinds of evidence of ancient human civilizations that developed, prospered, and were destroyed can be found. This includes all of the writings, records, computers, digital recordings, genomics, nanotechnology, robotics, and bioengineering (way beyond anything that our modern world has yet seen) that these ancient civilizations once had. Like anything else that earthlings do with the materials found upon Earth, everything that was made up from dust (materials from Earth), without the proper human maintenance and care, will turn back into dust … or dirt.
There are millions of books on Earth today. There were a lot more books written, a lot more advanced technologies produced, and a lot more information about how to use Earth’s resources in ancient civilizations whose dust comprises the layers of the mountains and valleys your eyes can see while you’re hiking.
But regardless of how much these ancient civilizations knew, regardless of how advanced their technologies were, none of them survived. All of their knowledge, all of their pride, all of their successes, could not save them. Why? Because as the Ol’ Buddha supposedly said, none of it led to the welfare and happiness of the human race.
There’s not a fucking thing that any scientist, religionist, philosophist, spiritualist, conspiratorialist, and any other kind of “ist” knows or has written in a fucking book that can and will save this human race from what has happened to it five different times in the past during Earth’s billions of years of existence … not a goddamn thing!
Only the Real Truth can save humanity from its eventual demise. We need to first understand who the fuck we actually are and why we fucking exist before we can start using our knowledge and the Earth’s resources for our mutual “welfare and happiness.”
Yeah … I know … Grandpa’s batshit crazy, huh?
But Grandpa is one of only five people upon Earth who can logically explain, clearly, and fulfilling the Five Ws and H factor in his answers, how this earth was created, how the moon was created, how the sun was created, how each of the planets were created, how the whole fucking universe exists … and most importantly, why it exists.
HUMANS CREATED EVERYTHING. WITHOUT HUMANS, THERE WOULD BE NO UNIVERSE, THERE WOULD BE NO SUN, NO PLANETS, AND NO EARTH.
The date of this writing is March 13, 2019. (I kind of wanted to wait a couple more days to reveal the following information, in celebration of my first meeting with all of my mentors on a boat in San Diego Bay 14 years ago … but it’s time.)
Here’s what your bat shit crazy Grandpa knows is going to happen:
In the near future, before 100 more years pass, science will finally figure out how to cause the appropriate chemical reaction in space to create a new planet … Yep, an entirely different planet than the nine known that rotate around our sun. Remember, an atomic explosion caused by a couple of small pieces of materials found on Earth was theoretical at first. It became a reality when an actual experiment took place to prove the theory. Likewise, scientists will finally understand how to cause a chemical reaction in space, resulting in the formation of both a gaseous and a solid brand new fucking planet.
And when this happens … when humans, not evolution, not God, not some random act of nature … but when fucking humans create a new planet in space that revolves around the sun, then your parents and grandmothers aren’t going to be seen by your own future posterity as being very smart when they called Grandpa a crazy fuck!
The people living upon Earth at that time are going to have empirical evidence that in just a few hundred years, humans learned how to create new planets. Future science will be close to discovering how to create a new sun in space, but will not be able to. Science will always be missing a crucial piece of information needed to create a sun in space, which only Grandpa and four others living upon Earth know.
And if, after having empirical evidence that humans can create planets, these same humans do not learn to do things that benefit the welfare and happiness of everyone equally, your Ol’ Bat Shit Crazy Grandpa will reenter the game of mortal life and bring with him the piece of information needed in order to create a new sun. This will happen, not way off in space where a new sun can be created without destroying everything within millions of miles, but right smack dab, near the very geographic center, of the United States of fucking America.
Joseph Smith symbolically called the place where the new sun (think about it … new son) will be created—the place where humanity will meet its maker: Adam-ondi-Ahman. The word is composed of a couple of words from one of the languages that existed in a previous dispensation of human time. Our mentors know quite a few of these old languages that have long since disappeared, along with any record of them, except what was coded and kept in a couple of rocks that have protected the technology to decipher these languages of long ago. (But we won’t talk about this technology because it’s just bat shit crazy!)
Adding a couple of ancient terms to the modern word, “Adam”, Joseph Smith made up a new word that if translated correctly, literally means:
The children of Adam are fucked!
Is there any wonder why the world thinks that both Joseph Smith and Grandpa are bat shit crazy?
We will see, now won’t we Grandchildren …
We will see.