Who is this Mormon God?
Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:13 am
Over the past few days, Jason has asked me why I've been refering to the deity we've been discussing as the Mormon God and the Mormon Jesus. I've been discussing their charactor with a deeper bitterness lately as well.
Jason (and others),
Here's why (and please excuse the long post):
First of all, my bitterness has nothing to do with whether or not I ever expected a God to make everything right for mankind. I recognize the value of experiencing both the pleasure and pain of life. How else would many of us develop empathy for others - a concept I would hope is a divine attribute.
My bitterness (and even anger) stems mostly from what I believe to be a betrayal of a sacred trust.
Honestly, I lean toward the belief that Joseph Smith (and some that followed him) created the God that Mormonism worships - even today. There is no perfection, equity, consistancy, unconditional love or even justice in this fictional character. But I will take this belief one step further: If Smith was inspired from beyond the veil, he must have connected with someone far from what we would all hope God is really like. In my opinion, the Mormon God is no better than a deceased mortal with deep seated character flaws (I'll list them later if anyone is interested).
I truly hope there is something (or even someone) beyond the veil that can and would bring some sort of balance and peace to mankind. This is mostly a wishful hope to me now.
Now, it is important for me to relate my experience with this hope when I was Mormon.
I used to channel this balance and peace from beyond the veil. I conveyed messages of love, comfort, instruction and on occasion literally healed others while connected. At the time I called it the Melchizedek priesthood. I also had night dreams that would reveal unforseen dangers and admonish me as well. Dreams, for instance, that specifically saved one of my son's life. The dreams were dark though, they would convey their messages with only troubling negative reinforcement and intolerance - unlike how I wanted to teach my children or develop any loving and patient relationship. Still, these seemingly accurate dreams had their effects upon myself and those around me.
Later in my life I began to realize that the messages I received through revelation were not always accurate. I began to admit to myself that sometimes they were absolutely wrong.
As a TBM chapel Mormon, I spent a great deal of my efforts in emphasizing the importance of emulating the peace that is Christ's charity and to witness for ourselves what the Book of Mormon prophets described as singing the song of redeeming love (Alma 5:9-62) a manifestation I believe I had experienced throughout my life. This was the foundation of my hopes and beliefs.
A few years ago when I began to search the Mormon books to vindicate my heros, the door of inspiration literally slammed shut and even my dreams began to become increasingly darker and without instruction. Even after commiting to several consecutive days of painful fasting during the hot Arizona summer, the peace, assurance and confirmations never came. If somehow they would have come, I would have shelved my doubts and held on to any gift received. But whoever or whatever it was that passed information to me from beyond the veil (up to my 42nd year) had cut and run.
I would still give anything for a relationship with a real loving Savior or even a real Heavenly Father - even if they weren't entirely perfect. But since I am now very uncomfortable with the relationship that I thought I had, I would prefer to place a higher value upon relationships with those potentially good people that yet live.
Now, I am not as familiar with the Gods of other religeons. But the God and Jesus of the Mormons - they are not Gods but little men of dubious character. I still don't really know who it was that I connected with beyond the veil all those years. All I know that, at times, it must have been the same imposter known to Joseph Smith.
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Jason (and others),
Here's why (and please excuse the long post):
First of all, my bitterness has nothing to do with whether or not I ever expected a God to make everything right for mankind. I recognize the value of experiencing both the pleasure and pain of life. How else would many of us develop empathy for others - a concept I would hope is a divine attribute.
My bitterness (and even anger) stems mostly from what I believe to be a betrayal of a sacred trust.
Honestly, I lean toward the belief that Joseph Smith (and some that followed him) created the God that Mormonism worships - even today. There is no perfection, equity, consistancy, unconditional love or even justice in this fictional character. But I will take this belief one step further: If Smith was inspired from beyond the veil, he must have connected with someone far from what we would all hope God is really like. In my opinion, the Mormon God is no better than a deceased mortal with deep seated character flaws (I'll list them later if anyone is interested).
I truly hope there is something (or even someone) beyond the veil that can and would bring some sort of balance and peace to mankind. This is mostly a wishful hope to me now.
Now, it is important for me to relate my experience with this hope when I was Mormon.
I used to channel this balance and peace from beyond the veil. I conveyed messages of love, comfort, instruction and on occasion literally healed others while connected. At the time I called it the Melchizedek priesthood. I also had night dreams that would reveal unforseen dangers and admonish me as well. Dreams, for instance, that specifically saved one of my son's life. The dreams were dark though, they would convey their messages with only troubling negative reinforcement and intolerance - unlike how I wanted to teach my children or develop any loving and patient relationship. Still, these seemingly accurate dreams had their effects upon myself and those around me.
Later in my life I began to realize that the messages I received through revelation were not always accurate. I began to admit to myself that sometimes they were absolutely wrong.
As a TBM chapel Mormon, I spent a great deal of my efforts in emphasizing the importance of emulating the peace that is Christ's charity and to witness for ourselves what the Book of Mormon prophets described as singing the song of redeeming love (Alma 5:9-62) a manifestation I believe I had experienced throughout my life. This was the foundation of my hopes and beliefs.
A few years ago when I began to search the Mormon books to vindicate my heros, the door of inspiration literally slammed shut and even my dreams began to become increasingly darker and without instruction. Even after commiting to several consecutive days of painful fasting during the hot Arizona summer, the peace, assurance and confirmations never came. If somehow they would have come, I would have shelved my doubts and held on to any gift received. But whoever or whatever it was that passed information to me from beyond the veil (up to my 42nd year) had cut and run.
I would still give anything for a relationship with a real loving Savior or even a real Heavenly Father - even if they weren't entirely perfect. But since I am now very uncomfortable with the relationship that I thought I had, I would prefer to place a higher value upon relationships with those potentially good people that yet live.
Now, I am not as familiar with the Gods of other religeons. But the God and Jesus of the Mormons - they are not Gods but little men of dubious character. I still don't really know who it was that I connected with beyond the veil all those years. All I know that, at times, it must have been the same imposter known to Joseph Smith.
.
.
.
.