LDS are in the Dark Ages of Gospel Apostasy.

[_Nightlion]

What Cylon ^^^^ said!

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Can we advance the post mortem of the LDS Church with a little more
participation from the scholastic herd?

A 180 year old Stillborn Zombie* is my studied opinion.

What say you docs? Near docs? Wannabe docs?

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According to my calculations GWOATE* will fail to realize that she is dead for at least a thousand years.

*Great Whore Of All The Earth
Stillborn Zombie is a trademark wholly owned by Nightlion can only be used by permission only

[_Cylon]

Lol, I like the zombie metaphor. Whenever I hear that primary song "Follow the Prophet," I always feel like sticking my arms out in front of me and moaning "Braaaaaaiiins!"

[_Mama2Boys]

Nightlion.. May I ask.. What Religion are you exactly? Please excuse me if you find this question ignorant, it's not my intention. I just need the clarification.

[_Nightlion]

Nightlion.. May I ask.. What Religion are you exactly? Please excuse me if you find this question ignorant, it's not my intention. I just need the clarification.

I had to go out and discover my religion for myself at the age of eighteen. I am weary of explaining why I did not identify as a Mormon. Let's just say I was always made to feel unworthy and that carried over though my LDS upbringing. So I went out into the world in search of my reason for being. For six months I had felt drawn to God as I rejected more and more of the world I visited. January of 1970 I stopped taking any thought for my life and stayed upon thinking only about God and my relationship with him in the hope of establishing something real that I could rely upon as a foundation for my life.

After a few weeks of thoughtfully forsaking the world and coalescing my soul to become more and more earnestly subject to Jesus Christ having no mentor or minister guiding me only following towards where I felt drawn to go in my concerted efforts to match the little bit of scriptural faith I had read in the Book of Mormon I prayed one special night and was given of God to make a covenant. I was taken as it were down into the depths of my soul with a challenge to agree to take upon me the name of Jesus Christ with full purpose of heart, no matter what life I would afterward have to live. YES, I agreed. Then I was taken further into what seems,now that I know better, to be the depths of humility and was qualified yet again to the same task. YES. And a third time I descended as it felt like I could go no further down into the depths of my soul to agree a third time to suffer all hazards in taking upon me the name of Jesus Christ with full purpose of heart. I agreed. This covenant was not of men but of God's administration. I got up from my prayer knowing that I had repented as fully as I possibly could and was perfectly aware that I could not do more.

As I got around to the other side of my bed and sat down I was visited of the Father with the baptism of fire and of the Holy Ghost. I was made a partaker of his power and marveled that I had come to know the Lord. I was filled with fire and the Holy Ghost which purified my soul and forgave me all my sins. My mind was renewed and I could immediately sense a new me was being wrought upon and created in the name of Jesus Christ. And just as suddenly as it began it was done. I had succeeded at something I thought every good Mormon had done ahead of me.

I no longed needed to walk daily my eight mile trek out to the Pacific Ocean in Santa Monica, California. I gathered up what I brought with me in my 55 Pontiac from Utah and sold what I could to buy a bus ticket home to Salt Lake City. I returned to my home ward The East Millcreek Seventh Ward after two years of never attending. My soul was on fire and I rejoiced exceedingly to be given the Spirit and power of the Holy Ghost. I did not tell much my story. In fact I told the ward that I was offended at their lack of reverence.

Thus began my ten years of realization that the Mormons had no clue where I was coming from. That was the damnedest thing. Parents who already resented my existence from the womb were all the more revolted and embarrassed. Siblings were just as ashamed. Friends I grew up with stepped off one by one by one by one. Only one proven false friend remained for a while wanting to somehow best me at whatever game he thought I was about.

I could not make a new Mormon friend to save my life. My zeal and witness and constant expounding of the scripture with astonishingly new insights only troubled local leaders who pushed me off to the fringe. I garnered some little praise and interest from the single ladies. But none were confident I was not totally bonkers. I once prophesied in a singles ward and a couple of Elders came up to tell me that they knew what I spoke was by the power of God. I guess they just could not help themselves. I was not attempting to gather disciples.

The popular dudes campaigned against me openly by mocking me. It was surreal. No leader took me aside and said anything like....."hey you need to be wise with this gift and power and blah blah blah", to help me wade the tide of adversity. The Church only wanted to see me fall hard and justify their rejection. They wanted a wild man who goes crazy after being shut out coldly by the Modern Mormon Instinct against true righteousness. The cruelest betrayal was a younger brother who idolized me before my mission and was turned away while I was gone. Many years later after we are both married with kids my wife got her tubes tied, without asking me about it first, after five kids we could hardly afford. I have to suppose that the doctor who once lived in the East Millcreek ward got worried what he had done in light of recent news and called my brother. So he calls up and tells me that he fully expected me to go ape s#!≠ like some "other" fanatic who took a gun to kill the doctor at the Alta Hospital after his wife did the same thing. I guess he was attempting to gauge my rage for the doctor whom I once served an Elders Quorum Presidency with! My dearest brother bleeds hypocrisy and shares the Mormon mindset that good is evil and evil is good.

Did not matter where I went, and went I did far and wide up and down the Wasatch Front, only to meet the precise same reaction. I got some attitude after I was married with children and realized how desperately isolated my life was going to be. I would ride high over the top of the heads of my Mormon neighbors and chump off their limited benighted understanding of the gospel expounding mercilessly scripture in Sunday School with their wives mouths wide open in disbelief that their wonderful husbands were so uninformed.

I was at the time driving the UTA bus in Provo living in an married student ward with the best and the brightest for tomorrows promise jammed into the Provo Stake. This one student ward made two attempt to kill me. Yes. Kill me. I wont explain. The Stake President oddly enough asked me to speak in a stake priesthood meeting. I think to predispose the high counsel to want me extricated from the church. I suddenly moved out back to Salt Lake.

As fate would have it I moved back into that same stake more than a year later into a traditional ward and got exed within just a couple of months. Nobody on the High Council or the new Stake Presidency knew me personally. I recall when the former stake president called me in to inquire if the Church needed to be concerned about me when a GA was coming to visit the Stake. I knew that this was an attempt to offend me. WHAT THE HECK? Church security had my number? I guess it was the polygamist book store owner I visited or that I helped to rescue a kid from the clutches of Art Bullah who camped up Provo Canyon. What ev.
Perhaps the police chief who was on the High Counsel heard about me visiting his camp with the kid and his girlfriend and my guitar. (Art did offer me an apostleship. lol)

Oh, yeah, it was probably that for more than four years I studied full time in the Church historical library doing personal research in my non-scholastic way to solve the doctrinal problems in LDS theology. I wrote a paper that got me noticed by HInckley who was my childhood neighbor and stake president back in East Millcreek. He was the guy who guided my marginalization in my single days. I heard something to that effect. President Benson read my paper on The Book of Mormon Standard of Conversion and wrote me a nice letter and stated that he noted it with interest. Suddenly he is incapacitated and soon after I am in the perfect storm of returning to the Provo Stake, salacious, to do Hinckley's bidding.

You tell me, dear reader, what religion am I?

Proving Mormons I can only taunt Mormons still and keep a hope for and real and true Zion before me. The Apocalrock is the emergence of that hope. Soon there will be others of like faith brought together by the power of the Lord alone as he will do his own work. One of a city and two of a country. They will come and Zion will be added upon. So there ya have some of what's been going on. I could not tell you too much as my heart breaks at the remembrance. Those especially dark days over ten years ago when only a prolonged fast of forty three days got me to move forward through the torturous ordeal of being alive in Christ among a dead people who hate me rotten.

So perhaps I am Jimmy Rotten a Punk Christian to Modern Mormon arrogant sensibilities. I know how well they loathe me to death. If I had never grew my hair and played bass guitar in the Sixties, I might have had a kinder homecoming. Not from my mission but from my 'soul'journ in California. My hair was never so long that I could no gather it all in one hand. Normal. That's me Mr. Normal. Not the natural man, just a normal Zion kind of guy.

But better than all this heaviness I have forty years of glorious life with Christ in God. All good. All good.

[_Cylon]

Wow, crazy story, Nightlion. Thanks for sharing it. Quite honestly, there's a little part of me that wonders if you're putting us all on. You would be one awesome troll if that's the case. But, I'll go ahead and give you the benefit of the doubt that you're telling the truth as you see it. In that case, I can definitely see how the LDS church is not at all prepared to handle a true visionary. I believe that if Joseph Smith were to show up today, he'd be ex'ed within a year or two also.

[_Nightlion]

Wow, crazy story, Nightlion. Thanks for sharing it. Quite honestly, there's a little part of me that wonders if you're putting us all on. You would be one awesome troll if that's the case. But, I'll go ahead and give you the benefit of the doubt that you're telling the truth as you see it. In that case, I can definitely see how the LDS church is not at all prepared to handle a true visionary. I believe that if Joseph Smith were to show up today, he'd be ex'ed within a year or two also.

I put people on with a light heart only to keep from being lynched.
This story is the precisely same story I have reiterated online for almost twenty years. And my story goes back another twenty years before that. Well, if Joseph Smith came back we could be buds.

[_Mama2Boys]

Nightlion

I'm sorry you have been subjected to such ridicule. That is something that you must know, is not necessary in life. The only person that should judge you, is you. And with that said.. I hope you can find some serenity in life. Please... Know this... If you are being tortured by the threat of hell, it does not exist! Hell on hearth however, does. Live your short, but precious life.. and do not fear the afterlife. Just exist in THIS time...