Chapter 17: Church Security

Grandkids, you will have probably heard and read quite a few things about your ol’ Grandpa.  More than likely, most are bad things.  Most are filled with hate.  Most are a cause of people not properly understanding the choices that I have made in my life. I am not a son any longer.  I am not a brother any longer.  I am not a father or a grandfather any longer.  I am not an uncle, a cousin, a nephew, or a friend any longer. I am a True Messenger. Now, many will say, “Christopher lost it.  He gave up his…

Chapter 16: Temperament

Before we continue on chronologically (in a way that follows the order in which events in my life actually occurred), it’s important for Grandpa to address what caused him to want to hit his best friend in the face while we were playing basketball for our Army team at the Defense Language Institute.  And also, what caused me to react the way that I did—with great remorse and more compassion—after I had lost my composure. Temperament: noun, a person’s nature, especially as it permanently affects their behavior. Synonyms: disposition, nature, character, personality, makeup, constitution, complexion, temper, mind, spirit, stamp, mettle, mold, mood,…

Chapter 15: God, Family, and Country (continued)

FAMILY Grandkids, I know that family is a relationship that the people of this mortal world value and hold dear, one that is considered the most important thing, but you gotta think a bit about this for a minute.  The world is FUBAR (a military term for Fucked Up Beyond Any Repair). Or better, the world is completely upside down. Most of the people living in this world are miserable, very poor, and subjected to the will of very few.  You might be one of the very few who have convinced yourself that things aren’t that bad in this world,…

Chapter 15: God, Family, and Country

(Beginning of personal note.) Note to editors: the decision to include any or none of these personal notes in the final published draft of my autobiography is entirely up to you.  I don’t care either way.  Also, if you haven’t already become aware, the Bros have literary license to change anything I have written as they review it, including taking out my profanity as they see fit.  You editors also have this same license.  If I write something profane or from my personal sense of humor that you might feel is inappropriate for a published book, by all means, make…

Chapter 14: The Big Lie

Before I go on with more details of my life and explain what happened after my LDS/Mormon mission–eventually working in LDS/Mormon Church Security–and to present events chronologically, it’s time to explain something very important. If you are ever going to have a clear picture of who your Grandpa is and what he has done, you need to have a very clear picture of not only what I was asked to do by the group that recruited me, but most importantly, why. What I do is simple.  I provide information to people.  All of the information that I have been asked to provide…

Chapter 13: Knowing religion by experience.

To prepare me for what I would be asked to do in the future, nothing could have provided me with more experience—hence, according to Einstein, more knowledge—than being completely faithful and loyal to the religion of my birth: the LDS/Mormon Church. By the time you read this autobiography, you should have enough information to know what the Real Truth is about what both Joseph Smith, Jr., and I have done in publishing the Book of Mormon and The Sealed Portion of the Book of Mormon—The Final Testament of Jesus Christ.  You should understand that neither book was written by either of us. You…

Chapter 12: My Real Mission

When some people read the last chapter, especially about the part where I compare my brother Cory’s health and physical appearance to mine, their response might appropriately be a negative one: “What an arrogant, stuck up ass!” The world is simply not accustomed to facing the Real Truth when the Real Truth appears to put one person above another.  In this case, my physical looks above Cory’s. If my statements were not the Real Truth, one need only smile, pat me on the head and say, “Alright, Chrissy-poo.  Whatever you need to believe about yourself to make you feel good.”…