So, like a real man, I sent my wife on errand to confront the gadianton about the rumors that he was spreading about me - attempting to slander me with the whole pligger thing?!? Why do I give the name gadianton here? Because there are two options here: the guy came off as a Mormon Progressive to me when we ate dinner. I was plying him hard to see what his stance was not knowing he would later be tapped for a prominent position in Cardston. I simply need to know if I can trust someone - precisely because I despise back-stabbers (people who work their way into one's bosom, only to betray them). Seems Jesus and Joseph and Job were all surrounded with them; bleche!! Like slimy parasites, a serious downer when you realize you have an infestation in your area. To me, you can not be formally blood-oathed into a gadianton enclave and still carry out the objectives of their secret society, which is; to gain control of means, of power or of influence over anything that purports to carry the truth. To supplant righteous authority and replace with satan's duplicitous fake. They have gotten above us. There is no question in my mind.
This is what Joseph referred to in his last dream (he found something in place that he wanted nothing to do with). Something he did not recognize. I am old enough (thank God for that) that I understand the vector the Church was on when I was growing up. There was a certain (screw you, in your face) bravado or swagger about it, from the pre-1989 endowment all the way down to the fact that we were stirring the hornet's nest enough that we were hated to the point that we often had fences and guard shacks (at least outside Utah) in order to fend off the protesters and malcreants that refused to just let things be and do them while we did us in our own quirky way. I was there in 1978 when the Seattle Temple was under seige by the Ed Deckerites, etc who were inflamed about the depiction of the Preacher in the old film - and his obvious subservience to Ole Scratch.... Those were the good old days when it was said like we meant it and little pulling of punches. When the Church was not afraid to "tell the Samaritans that they were not the chosen people and that they would have to wait their turn in line". I am perfectly fine being told I am a "Gentile" and that I may be considered somewhat chopped liver in the big picture. I really give ZERO schitts about it - so long as my loyalty and adoration of Christ does not waver. Doctrine being number one - without apology. Now we have lost our way and we grovel and feel after the one while losing the 99 because we refuse to teach doctrine and the sheep - the entire flock - seems to be lost as de-emphasization occurs and certain hard subjects become taboo to talk about. Instead, we attack leaders who were not afraid to say the difficult things, above all Brigham Young and I am surprised that it is not considered good sport to go after ETB, the last one to lay it down and call out the wickedness of the general membership. The fact that the general membership would not take to heart the principle warning of the BoM - and plea to awaken from our awful situation and root out the gadiantons amongst the fold.
I have lost the very best people I know in my Cardston and other circles who simply have not been taught the doctrines clearly and succinctly; therefore, there is confusion, fear, stampeding from one wind of thought to another. For some, this is the rejection of Section 132, tithing and so much else. For others, it is extremism which includes embracing plural marriage out of order or some other cafeteria doctrine which fits their personal agenda.
I had a peep who is pretty universally beloved who went in for hip surgery and, while on some pretty heavy meds, decided he was going to take himself some other wives while his actual wife was on the East Coast for an extended period. Turns out, once he came off the meds, he found himself in a real mess and his wife went to town on anyone on the list (apparently my wife was included in that list, but never approached by him, but approached by her to see if she had given in to his Oxycontin-induced wiles...). I would have just laughed after having my own fentanyl-induced whackadoodle coming out of intubation where my wife was not allowed to visit me in the h-pital (after promises by Staff that she could once out of quarantine) and I thought I had been abandoned and decided to break out of there in -20C weather with my arse hanging out and go make a move on the single French lady by impressing her with my gravel-spreading capabilities (long story for another day). So, if I am part of the Cardston Codeine Confederacy who practice polygamy, while under the influence of some serious schitt, then yeah. Guilty as charged.
I can also say that most of us accept Church history as written by those that I call the "earlies" or those who rubbed shoulders with Joseph. My key witness being Eliza. If folks had deviated from the words of Joseph, she would have raised hell. You can say all you want about the "Patriarchy" - but one thing is certain; they, no doubt, feared the likes of Eliza R. Snow and other feminists of the day. So, my primary goal is to identify those who are attempting to move the rudder from the setting set by Joseph to new and unexplored territory. Not a single time has that every gone well, from the Catholics with Indulgences to the CoC with ordaining women to the office of Elder. Not EVER Once!
And so it goes. This is my daily grind - to ferret out the impostors and to throw it back in someone's face if they attempt to label me one. This was the political schitt that I had to deal with at Boeing. I correctly predicted it's demise (without an abrupt course correction) to the point that my wife finally gets the level of stress I was under while in my Production roles. It seems like I will never shake this role of pot stirrer at least while in this life - and look forward to the next when I hope to have a few more cimeters and sharp pointy things in my arsenal so that I can take names and kick some ass in a more gratifying manner and in a way that moves consequence from painfully slow to something this side of the action at the local DMV.
And believe me, I will do so. I was born for this.
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