These four “men”, immortal or not, justified deceiving me into moving from what could have been my perfect and idyllic (extremely happy) life in Kent, Washington, to Montana, only to have my beloved children maliciously taken away from me. And this was supposed to be a good thing? Really?
I saw the plates they had made that had an “appearance of gold.” I saw their engravings. They showed me how they did it. They reproduced the characters on a piece of paper.
“How do you spell my name in the engraved language?” I asked.
The one I called “T” turned a few of the plates and found a specific character. He took a piece of paper and pencil and lightly scraped the pencil’s lead over the small character … really small.
“The context of this character includes your name, Christopher,” he explained. “Procure the Urim and Thummim and place it over the character I have copied on the paper,” T continued.
From that one small character—a tiny engraving among what seemed to be hundreds on one side of each plate (the plates were engraved both front and back)—the following appeared on the surface of the two rocks as I held them together:
“Behold, after the period of the times hath ended, there shall be a great period of time when the Spirit shall not be upon the earth, even a time when no prophets of God shall be called to give the fullness of the gospel to the people of the earth.
But at the beginning of the half of time shall this first prophet of the latter days, even he who shall be called Joseph after the name of his father; yea, he shall be called and shall give unto the world the fullness of the gospel once again.
And in the meridian of the half of times shall this final prophet be called forth to establish the truth of the first and take away all the stumbling blocks that have been put in place by the Lord because of the wickedness of men. And he shall be called Christopher, being a bearer of Christ, and shall be he who shall bring forth this record unto you.
And this record shall be the final written revelation given by the Father to prepare the world for the coming of Christ in the glory of the Father.” (TSP 67:83-86.)
Yeah, all those words were from one tiny character.
Scientists might call them something like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. But these weren’t your ordinary hieroglyphs. These were “reformed Egyptian” hieroglyphs. NOT!
These were characters that some incredibly intelligent, experienced, and very talented dudes made up from countless forms of human language that had developed in various human societies over billions of years.
“Show me another character that has my name in it,” I demanded … yep, demanded.
T repeated the same process that he had before and presented another penciled etched facsimile of another character. The etchings were way too small for my natural eye to compare the two and see which part of each actually represented my name.
I put the rocks over the second lead-etched character, and voila:
“Nevertheless, this first prophet shall make an attempt to establish a church of God among you, but it shall fail because of the wickedness of the Gentiles.
And because of the wickedness of the Gentiles of the latter days, all of the words of the Lord shall be fulfilled concerning them.
And the blood of the righteous Lamanites shall be avenged upon their heads by a remnant of the house of Jacob that shall be among the Gentiles, yea, in the midst of them as a lion among the beasts of the forest, as a young lion among the flocks of sheep, who, if he go through, both treadeth down and teareth in pieces, and none can deliver. Their hand shall be lifted up upon their adversaries, and all their enemies shall be cut off.
And now, ye of the latter days know that these things did not come to pass in the days of this first latter day prophet. But these things shall come to pass during the days of this second prophet of God, even the bearer of Christ, who shall be known among you as Christopher.” (TSP 79:73-76.)
Yeah, the rocks were cool. But so what? Modern technology had already developed crude forms of texting and a cell phone. Maybe these guys were way ahead of 1991 technology and had somehow created an early prototype of a future cell phone and disguised it as a couple of rocks. Maybe they were magicians that knew how to create a believable illusion.
I held their “rocks.” They lit up and showed texts and videos, just like a modern cell phone does … maybe even better.
I listened to them speak to each other in languages that I didn’t recognize as any language on this earth … at least not a language that had developed during this Sixth Dispensation of Human Time.
They explained the process by which they developed the storyline designed into the engravings on the first 1/3 of the plates that Joseph Smith used to created the Book of Mormon. It was fucking cool to learn how they did it (create the story) … fucking cool!
There are some islands located off the southeastern coast of Africa, just north of Madagascar. Few people know of these islands. They’re called the Comoros Islands. Guess what the name of their capital is? Moroni. That’s fucking right! Fucking MORONI … the same name of the angel motherfucker made of gold that sits atop a lot of LDS/Mormon temples throughout the world!
Read the Book of Mormon and you’ll find in the story that the ancient American prophet, Mormon, hid the plates, upon which he had engraved the story of the native American people’s ancient history, in a hill called Cumorah … oh, fuck trying to explain it … here is how it is written in the story:
“And it came to pass that when we had gathered in all our people in one to the land of Cumorah, behold I, Mormon, began to be old; and knowing it to be the last struggle of my people, and having been commanded of the Lord that I should not suffer the records which had been handed down by our fathers, which were sacred, to fall into the hands of the Lamanites, (for the Lamanites would destroy them) therefore I made this record out of the plates of Nephi, and hid up in the hill Cumorah all the records which had been entrusted to me by the hand of the Lord, save it were these few plates which I gave unto my son Moroni.” (BOM, Mormon 6:6)
There it is! The fucking capital of the island nation of Comoros: Moroni.
Our mentors meant to end the story with Mormon’s son, Moroni, finishing his father’s record and hiding the plates in the hill Cumorah. The following is the very last part that they intended for their Book of Mormon story. These were supposed to be Moroni’s last words:
“Behold, I speak unto you as though I spake from the dead; for I know that ye shall have my words.
Condemn me not because of mine imperfection, neither my father, because of his imperfection, neither them who have written before him; but rather give thanks unto God that he hath made manifest unto you our imperfections, that ye may learn to be more wise than we have been.
And now, behold, we have written this record according to our knowledge, in the characters which are called among us the reformed Egyptian, being handed down and altered by us, according to our manner of speech.
And if our plates had been sufficiently large we should have written in Hebrew; but the Hebrew hath been altered by us also; and if we could have written in Hebrew, behold, ye would have had no imperfection in our record.
But the Lord knoweth the things which we have written, and also that none other people knoweth our language; and because that none other people knoweth our language, therefore he hath prepared means for the interpretation thereof.
And these things are written that we may rid our garments of the blood of our brethren, who have dwindled in unbelief.
And behold, these things which we have desired concerning our brethren, yea, even their restoration to the knowledge of Christ, are according to the prayers of all the saints who have dwelt in the land.
And may the Lord Jesus Christ grant that their prayers may be answered according to their faith; and may God the Father remember the covenant which he hath made with the house of Israel; and may he bless them forever, through faith on the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.” (BOM, Mormon 9:30-37)
Keep in mind that the ONLY purpose and original intent for writing the story was to impress upon the white-skinned European-Christian Americans that the native Americans were just as important in God’s eyes as the white man who conquered and abused them … that was the ONLY FUCKING PURPOSE for the story!
Moroni’s last “Amen” given above after “that THEIR prayers may be answered according to THEIR faith; and may God the Father remember the covenant which he hath made with the house of Israel; and may he bless THEM forever, through faith on the name of Jesus Christ” … should have been the last “Amen” in the story. It would have been, had Joseph Smith’s family, friends, and peers not fucked it all up by desiring an organized church with priesthood, ordinances, and the other bullshit that comes with a religion,
THE “THEM” TO WHOM MORONI REFERRED WERE THE NATIVE AMERICANS, NOT THE WHITE EUROPEAN GENTILES!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo … the fucking, white-skinned, arrogant assholes, including most of Joseph’s own family, all of his friends, and especially the three men to whom the plates were shown by “an angel” didn’t get it. Incidentally, the “angel of God” that showed Oliver Cowdery, David Whitmer, and Martin Harris the plates was one of our mentors. Some might call him John the Beloved … Joseph and I call him “J”. He posed as an angel hiding in the shadow of the trees in the woods, making his appearance to these three fucks at a perfect spot where the sun’s rays shown through. This illuminated him like an angel of God … Yep! Really! But anyways …
Because these people rejected the idea that the native Americans were just as good and blessed as them, and wanted a religion instead of simply living the rule of goodness presented in the Sermon on the Mount in their fucking Bible, the Brothers’ Book of Mormon story had to go on, even after Moroni gave what would have been his last “Amen.”
They added another plate to what they had already made so that they could engrave a story about the all white Jaredites. Their intent was to warn the fucking white-skinned Americans what was going to happen to them and their beloved country if they didn’t start doing things right … at least start listening to the words of their own fucking Jesus, which they never did!
Then, to top the Jaredite shit off, they (Moroni) gave the motherfuckers sacraments and religious ordinances and other things that these fucks expected from an organized religion. (See the story’s last book, Moroni.)
These fuckers had rejected the pure and simple Sermon on the Mount as the “fulness of their Savior’s everlasting gospel.” They wanted religion. The looked so fucking far beyond the simple rules of Jesus, that the Brothers had no choice but to give the fucks what they wanted.
Now this part of their story should make A LOT more sense:
“But behold, the [early LDS/Mormons] were a stiffnecked people; and they despised the words of plainness, and [they eventually would kill] the prophets, and sought for things that they could not understand. Wherefore, because of their blindness, which blindness came by looking beyond the mark, they must needs fall; for God hath taken away his plainness from them, and delivered unto them many things which they cannot understand, because they desired it. And because they desired it God hath done it, that they may stumble. (Compare BOM, Jacob 4:14.)
Check out what your Bunkiopedia … oops, Grandpa means, Wikipedia, says about the Comoros Island:
“Moroni’s earliest history is poorly known. The earliest secure evidence for settlement in the Comoros Islands comes no earlier than the 7th century, with Bantu-speaking agriculturalists. Ceramic finds from the 7th to 10th century demonstrate that the Islands were part of the developing Swahili civilization. The 11th century Egyptian ‘Book of Curiosities’ identifies the Comoros Islands as part of the Zanj coast, indicting the islands’ participation in the broader Indian Ocean world. Moroni was a well established Swahili town by the late medieval period, widely engaged in trade networks throughout the Indian Ocean. The city’s oldest mosque, built in 1427, is a testament to the city’s wealth, contemporary with the golden ages of other Swahili cities.”
The Comoros Island and their capital, Moroni, existed long before Joseph Smith—the genius manipulator, deceiver, conman that he was—made up the Book of Mormon story.
How the fuck would an American teenager, with little to no education, know anything about the Comoros Islands during the 1820s?
Go ahead, critics and enemies, find all those libraries back then with maps of the world that showed the islands … ye Fucks who strain at a gnat and swallow a fucking camel!
The young American teenager with a fucked-up brain didn’t have a clue what these islands were until the authors of the Book of Mormon told him about them.
So, why did they use the exact same names of these islands and their Capital in their Book of Mormon story?
Are you ready for the answer?
Okay … here we go …
Mormon and Moroni had wives and children. They wanted to save their wives and children so they sent them on a journey to be saved. These white Nephites escaped total destruction in ancient New York by fleeing to the south coast of ancient Florida, building some ships and catching the Atlantic Ocean’s trade winds.
The winds blew them to the southern part of Africa. They disembarked in ancient Africa and tried to set up a community there.
The ancient darker-skinned races wouldn’t have any white-skinned people set up shop in their territory, so the Nephites (descendants of Mormon and Moroni) had to move on.
They escaped destruction from the Africans by fleeing all the way to the east coast of Southern Africa. Still threatened, and wanting to return to their homeland, the land of Promise that their ancestors Mormon and Moroni had taught them about, they set sail thinking that they would return to the Western Hemisphere somehow. They ran into some islands, which they appropriately named after their ancestors who had sent them on their way to be saved in the first place.
Of course they would name their most important city after one of the most important persons of their ancestry.
Eventually, the Africans found them on the tiny islands, killed them all, like the native Americans did their ancestors, but kept the names that they had named, not only the islands, but their Capital city.
I just gave empirical evidence that the Book of Mormon story just might be true!
What say ye now, ye critics and enemy fucks?
Couldn’t the scenario above have happened?
How else can you fucks explain how some African islands located in the Indian Ocean have Book of Mormon names?
Huh? You can’t.
And your lame idea that a young, uneducated American teenager had access to this information is just that … fucking lame!
During the short time that I was meeting with my mentors from April 1991 to June 1991, all we talked about was the Book of Mormon and how they wrote the story. They are intelligent as hell! They incorporated everything that a person would need in order to give an explanation that could prove that their storyline was probable and possible.
LDS/Mormons don’t have a fucking clue about their Book of Mormon. They couldn’t tell you shit about why there are Book of Mormon names associated with African colonies and islands.
But I can!
I can take the Book of Mormon, each part, each story, each section and explain it perfectly! I can give possible scenarios to prove that it is a true history. I can provide the argument and the proof that it is.
This is the very reason why your Ol’ profane Grandpa is feared so much by the LDS/Mormon people and anti-Mormon critics. I can prove that the book is not a true history, which will piss off the LDS/Mormons that believe that it is … but I can just as easily prove to the anti-Mormon camp that it is a true history, or at least give facts that it could be.
The Book of Mormon is not a true history. It is a fictitious story invented by four mortal immortals in an attempt to get the white-skinned descendants of the early European-American Christians thinking properly. It’s a fucking incredible story! It’s a fucking incredible book!
If you’re a Christian, then you believe in Christ. If you believe in Christ, you must believe in the Bible, because it’s the only historical source that Jesus, the Christ, existed. If you do, you probably attend some dumbass organized church where preachers, priests, bishops, and the such, pretend to speak with God and receive God’s will for you. Some of these fucks have even told you that they have met Jesus and personally spoken with him.
So, why not believe that God sent His angel to Joseph Smith and told him to bring in some new “words of God”? Why not believe that Joseph met Jesus?
Joseph and my mentors knew the emotional affect of the human mind responsible for spirituality and belief. They knew why people need, and want, religion. They knew of its importance. They knew that religion serves the needs of those mortals who need to be served. Yep, all religion is centered in and created to serve the needs of people who need to be served. This humanity type we call, Stellarian.
They knew that our world is controlled by religion, and that most of the politicians and world leaders in business depend on religion to hold on to their power and control over people.
They know a lot … a fucking A LOT … about the human mind and how it works.
They created the Book of Mormon based on their knowledge of how mortals think and what Stellarian mortals need. They know how the Holy Ghost works, what it actually is, and how to make people feel the promptings and feelings of the Holy Ghost. For this reason, millions of mortals have read their book and believe it to be true.
Go ahead, Grandkids, if you believe in Christ, then …
“Behold, I would exhort you that when ye shall read the Book of Mormon, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read it, that ye would remember how merciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, from the creation of Adam even down until the time that ye shall receive these things, and ponder it in your hearts.
And when ye shall receive the story of the Book of Mormon, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.
And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.
And whatsoever thing is good is just and true; wherefore, nothing that is good denieth the Christ, but acknowledgeth that he is.
And ye may know that he is, by the power of the Holy Ghost; wherefore I would exhort you that ye deny not the power of God; for he worketh by power, according to the faith of the children of men, the same today and tomorrow, and forever.” (Compare BOM, Moroni 10:3-7.)
Millions of mortals have felt the power of the Holy Ghost when they read the Book of Mormon. It is powerful. It is profound. It is the most important book upon this earth; and a person can get closer to the True God by reading it than by reading any other book. Why? How?
Because if you read the Book of Mormon, you would know how important the sealed portion of the book is. You would know that if you don’t read the book’s sealed part, then you don’t know anything about Real Truth and are being led by the devil down to destruction.
Go ahead, look up everything you can in the Book of Mormon about its sealed part and you will see what I mean. Don’t forget Alma 12:9-11. Here you will read that if you don’t understand all of the “mysteries of God” in FULL, you don’t know shit!
Grandpa knows all of the mysteries of God in full.
But after I lost Brittany and Joshua, I refused to believe that we needed to use religion to confound religion. I refused to believe that a lie would justify another lie. I was so emotionally upset at losing my children, that I wanted to tell the whole world that religion was a fucking lie! I wanted to tell Jackie, my father, Paula and her LDS/Mormon family what the Book of Mormon really was!
It was given unto me to know the mysteries of God, but I did not at this time understand the …
” … strict command that [I] shall not impart only according to the portion of his word which he doth grant unto the children of men, according to the heed and diligence which they give unto him.” (See BOM, Alma 12:9.)
What was I supposed to tell Jackie? The only reason why she married me was because I believed in the Book of Mormon and in the Mormon God. She left her family, gave up all her worldly possessions, let me deliver her first two sons by myself without any medical attention, followed me wherever I wanted to go … and now she was being accused of the crime of child abuse.
WTF was I supposed to tell her? How was I supposed to explain that I had met four guys who claimed to be immortal and who wanted me to be their True Messenger? How was I supposed to explain the two rocks, the plates, and the money that they had given me?
And the worst thing was yet to come for Jackie. Fucking Sigh …
(The following facts are from A Poor Fool For A Client🙂
Since the abduction of Brittany and Joshua on June 13, 1991, by the Ladenburgs, I lost my land in Montana, had my name and character slandered, and lost custody of my two oldest children. Jackie and I brought our bus down to Salt Lake City and parked it adjacent to my brother’s house located in Rose Park where I had lived when I graduated from High School.
My friends and relatives could not believe what had happened to my family. However, some of the most ignorant blamed my misfortunes on my leaving the only true church of God- the Mormon church. Most of these, however, never got the full story of what had happened to us, and like most bigoted individuals, didn’t bother to find out the truth.
We were finally getting a little peace in our lives when one of these ignorant ones, (Cory and his wife, Linda) who thought that we were still running from the law and were hiding out in our bus at my brother’s house, thought they would do their government a favor and report us to the FBI.
When the FBI received the anonymous call, they immediately checked their trusty computers to see if they had warrants for Christopher M. Nemelka and his accomplice in the terrible kidnapping, Jackie Nemelka. They didn’t find my name, because the Montana authorities had dropped the charges against me, but they did find Jackie Nemelka who was still wanted for kidnapping.
They came to our bus, took our two month old daughter, Sariah, away from Jackie, handcuffed her, and took her away in their car. I was not only devastated again, but furious. I stormed down to the U.S. Marshall’s office demanding to know what was going on. I explained the situation to them, but they concluded that they had a valid warrant and they weren’t going to let her go.
(End of excerpt from A Poor Fool For A Client.)
I loved Jackie. I truly did … the best I could as a fucked-up mortal whose brain had been fucked with. I was counseled not to tell her, nor anyone else, about what I was being asked to do. I was supposed to lie. Right? No, not really. I was not supposed to lie, but I wasn’t allowed to tell certain things. That’s not a lie. Right?
WELL THE FUCKING BOOK OF MORMON IS A GODDAMN LIE!
Why do these four get to lie and I don’t?
Wait a fucking minute! They’re not the ones putting themselves out there and promoting a lie to counter a lie! I am!
While I was on the run with Joshua (see the details in A Poor Fool For A Client), the Brothers removed their plates and the rocks from our school bus. Before I turned myself into the Ravalli County Sheriff on the arrest warrant that had been issued, I met with them for the final time.
They didn’t seem concerned in the least that I told them to shove their fucking idea of me being their True Messenger up their asses, regardless of what their fucking engravings said! They can change their engravings, or add to them, just like they did to the unsealed portion.
T offered the rocks back to me and told me to use them as I needed. I took the rocks from him and threw them as hard as I could. (Check out the picture in the other chapter. See those chips. Yep, Grandpa did that then.)
I wept and left them, not to see them again for many years.
They didn’t seem to care that I had lost my beloved Brittany and Joshua. I shed all of the tears. They shed none. Although their faces remained stoic, but very kind and concerned, the showed no real emotion about what I was going through.
It would take me over 12 years to learn that in order to open people’s minds, I had to first do something that would cause them to allow me into their minds. The lie of religion is powerful. It would take a religious lie to defeat religion.
It would take me over 12 years of making attempts to tell the truth, instead of lying all the time, to finally understand what they meant when they wrote about the:
“strict command that [I] shall not impart only according to the portion of his word which he doth grant unto the children of men, according to the heed and diligence which they give unto him.”
In other words,
I had to learn that I could only impart a portion of the Real Truth to people according to their free will and ability to open their minds to it.
I had to learn how to lie to counter lies. I would become a master at it.
The means used by the Brothers, through me, to open people’s minds, had to be a lie. There was no other way. The end they were striving for was to get rid of all religion and unite the people of the world as one human family, where each member was treated equally and with respect.
Think about it, Grandkids:
Would you listen to Grandpa, if you were Christian and I started telling you that there was no Jesus, that there is no god except the one that is generated by your mortal connection with your actual True Self; that your ego is the only devil that exists; that this Lucifer is the only entity that hears and answers your prayers; that all religious scripture is a lie … would you want to hear more of what I had to say?
But if I acted like I believed in and supported the things that you believed in and supported, wouldn’t you be more likely to listen to me?
Jackie still believed in her LDS/Mormon heritage. She still believed that there was a God … a Mormon God … and that the LDS/Mormon religion can’t be that bad, because her parents and siblings still believed … and they are good people. Right? Nope.
If she still believed in Mormonism, then she must believe that plural marriage is a commandment that God wants his people to obey. Right?
In the next chapter, Grandpa will explain how I used a lie to do what I thought was a good thing: take a couple of innocent, good, women away from the terrible situation they were in as Mormon Fundamentalists who believed in polygamy.
Yep, the means that I used to reach the end I wanted would be full of lies.
Joseph Smith would create a lie that was actually full of Real Truth. His followers couldn’t handle the Real Truth, so he disguised the Real Truth as a lie in the symbolic nature of his temple endowment presentation.
EVE: Is there no other way?
LUCIFER: There is no other way.
Then I’ll fucking lie!