Doug Tales 36: What Joseph Smith Said and Did

Do you believe “the greatest American mystic was Joseph Smith”? Doug Mendenhall often talked about what Joseph Smith said and did in his life to conquer spiritual evil. Since Joseph openly shared about his spiritual experiences through the veil, Doug studied his teachings and life to learn how he too could do the same. Some of Doug’s observations about Joseph Smith are in his book, I See…Awake! (2015) on pages 18-23:

I met many people that did “energy work.” We brought in Robert Bruce from Australia to teach a workshop about energy work. When I first met him he asked if I was a Mormon. I told him I was. He said he was grateful to meet one, since the “greatest American mystic was Joseph Smith.” I asked him what he meant. “He contacted Heaven, looked into Heaven, talked to Heaven more than any American ever has,” he said. He talked about how Joseph had visions of God, angels, used seer stones and other metaphysical means to accomplish things never done before in America, so Robert Bruce declared him to be an incredible mystic and seer. I have to agree with Robert—Joseph is an amazing seer and even a mystic.

Here is the definition of mystical: Mystical: 1. Spiritual 2. Of or relating to an intimate knowledge of or direct communion with God (as through contemplation or visions).

I’d say that covers Joseph Smith—he was a mystic. He came to know God’s laws and used them to “see” and do all kinds miracles and more. We should all become “mystical!”…

Both light and dark have much to teach us. The Lord had to comprehend it all and we must also. Joseph Smith stated:

“The things of God are of deep import; and time, and experience and careful and ponderous and solemn thoughts can only find them out. “Thy mind O man! if thou wilt lead a soul unto salvation; must search into and contemplate the darkest abyss, and the broad expanse of eternity—thou must commune with God.” (History of the Church 3:295)

We will search into and contemplate some of those dark abysses and by doing so will commune with God. He will teach us many things in our hearts and minds if we will take the time and ask for the experiences, and then give what He offers careful, ponderous and solemn thought. It is worth it—all of it.

Joseph Smith said: “Knowledge saves a man; and in the world of spirits no man can be exalted but by knowledge.” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, page 357)

“All things whatsoever God in his infinite wisdom has seen fit and proper to reveal to us, while we are dwelling in mortality, in regard to our mortal bodies, are revealed to us in the abstract, and independent of our affinity of this mortal tabernacle, but are revealed to our spirits precisely as though we had no bodies at all; and those revelations which will save our spirits will save our bodies.” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, page 355)

“…Revealed to us in the abstract…” What does that mean? “Abstract” is an adjective which indicates that a thought or an idea does not have a physical or concrete existence. As a verb it means to consider something in theory or separately from something else.

So, consider this possibility: Joseph is telling us that when God reveals something to us, He does it as if we had no bodies at all. So when God speaks to us, it is directly to our spirit. Like Robert Bruce said about Joseph Smith, he is the greatest seer or mystic of our time in America. Joseph is speaking from experience; he should know; he did know.

Spiritual information is always coming to us. Everyone knows that we have the five external senses: Seeing (visual); hearing (auditory); feeling (tactile); smelling (olfactory); and tasting (gustatory). But we have been blessed with six internal senses that are spiritual in nature. We have the same five as the physical senses plus one other, which is empathy, a “feeling” sense. This means we can feel emotions inside our bodies. All six of these internal senses are constantly giving us information, whether we realize it or not. Like all muscles and abilities, we can increase our competency when we spend time practicing each one of them. When voicing a blessing people have experienced that the information will come through visual, auditory, and especially empathic means. I have also smelled and tasted things during blessings and have felt other hands laid on top of mine. This is all spiritual in nature. You may feel things around you, on you, or in you. You might experience tastes or smells that you are to convey to the person receiving the blessing. Many times I have seen pictures or events that I will then describe to the one I’m voicing the blessing.

God has given us the knowledge that He speaks to our spirit, which is how we will learn. We will discuss many of His laws and how to apply them in this work.

It is my hope that the words of Joseph will apply to this work, that it doesn’t come from me in the least, that all of it comes from our Lord Jesus Christ, and that it will “taste good.”

“This is good doctrine. It tastes good. I can taste the principles of eternal life, and so can you. They are given to me by the revelations of Jesus Christ, and I know that when I tell you these words of eternal life as they are given to me, you taste them, and I know that you believe them. You say honey is sweet, and so do I. I can also taste the spirit of eternal life. I know it is good; and when I tell you of these things which were given me by inspiration of the Holy Spirit, you are bound to receive them as sweet, and rejoice more and more.” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, page 355)

Doug Tales 35: Just as Wide

One of the principles of natural law relates to Rhythm, and that everything flows in and out in rhythm. There is opposition in all things. God allows the pendulum to swing in both directions. Doug Mendenhall discusses these principles in Conquering Spiritual Evil, Volume One (2012), on pages 35-36:

I once had the opportunity to have a three-hour lunch with a Seventy from my Church. After telling him of our experiences, the only advice he offered me was, “I need to let you know that as wide as heaven opens to you and your family, hell will open just as wide.” We had learned the truth of that statement during the three years prior to our lunch together. Hell indeed had opened just as wide. After a while it just came to be expected. Later when we started to do the Ezekiel Seminars about Christ, we could determine how spiritual the seminar would be by the amount of opposition my family and the speakers experienced the week or two before. It got to be a running joke among us after a while. “Wow, this one must be good because we sure are going through hell to get there.”

Does the “darkest abyss” that Joseph said we need to “contemplate and search into” go as deep and as dark as the Celestial Kingdom is high and full of light? Do we really need to contemplate and search them in order to understand their opposite nature and be able to dwell there? Apparently it does, at least according to the scriptures and the Prophet Joseph. Brigham Young even weighed in with his opinion: “So when individuals are blessed with visions, revelations, and great manifestations, look out, then the devil is nigh you, and you will be tempted in proportion to the vision, revelation, or manifestation you have received. Hence thousands, when they are off their guard, give way to the severe temptations which come upon them, and behold they are gone.” (Journal of Discourses 3:206)

Doug Tales 34: My Ways and Your Ways

“There is much to understand about this subject [of conquering spiritual evil], much to learn and contemplate about it.” Doug Mendenhall spent a lot of time meditating, praying and studying about how to combat darkness and negativity in this world. He spent even more time fighting, casting out, and dealing directly with spiritual darkness.

In order to help others learn to do the same, he wrote Conquering Spiritual Evil, Volume One (2012). The following observations are from “Is Spiritual Evil Real?” on pages 23-30 of that book:

I have had more than one person tell me concerning my daughter who is gifted in many ways that “God doesn’t speak to or through ten-year-old girls.” Or they have declared that God would not speak through these gifted people that I have met who are like her.

Be very careful about making such declarations. The Lord has declared, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9)

How dare we as humans suppose that we know the mind of God? Many of us will apply our puny minds (when compared to God) to a problem and immediately jump to the wrong conclusion. Or we declare that it requires a degree from an institution of higher learning, or you must be an intellectual or educated to know what the scriptures say or to understand the mind of God. We might declare, “You must be trained in the ministry!” To declare that God would not speak to a ten-year-old girl only shows our ignorance about our Heavenly Father and His ways. God operates through farmers, fishermen, plough-boys, fourteen-year-old boys, and yes, even you and me as illustrated and declared in Alma 32:23.

“And now, he imparteth his word by angels unto men, yea, not only men but women also. Now this is not all; little children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and the learned.”

Furthermore, when individuals declare that they know God would not do “such and such,” they are bringing upon themselves their own damnation, meaning stopping their progression. For example, if I declared, “I know that God would never tell Nephi to kill Laban,” I would not be following the Spirit of the Lord and am presuming I can tell God or His Spirit how to operate or what to do. “The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and wither it goeth; so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)

We will show that there are things we can do to help in this “war” and even go on the offensive in preventing attacks or keeping them from occurring in our home and stewardship. If we are attacked or know of someone that is being attacked, we will have some knowledge of what to do and how to do it. By “attack” I don’t mean a full blown possession. We are nudged daily, subtly influenced by dark entities. What you see in the cartoons might be more real than you think when they show a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. How many of us have had children who have little playmates that really don’t exist—at least we can’t see them? A good friend has the ability to see spirits, as does his father and siblings. When they were quite young, he and his sister would play with a dark little entity that came out of the curtains until their father found out and put a stop to it. He told his children that those little dark entities really weren’t their friends, and he and his sister should stay away from them.

I believe what this book will offer is an alternative view of what ails us, what causes us problems, and how to combat them. Allopathic (Western) medicine chose a long time ago to eschew the spiritual aspect or component of our lives. When our God makes a statement that everything He does is spiritual, it makes one wonder what medicine might be missing. “Wherefore, verily I say unto you that all things unto me are spiritual…” (D&C 29:34) If we choose just the biological aspect of our being without contemplating the spiritual side, we are missing a huge part of what and who we are, maybe even what and who the Lord is. Many books have been written about how to bring His Light into our lives. If we can eliminate the darkness or at least know how to eject it or combat it, maybe we can bring more light into our world, even into our hearts and eventually bind him who is the harbinger and author of all darkness. “And Satan shall be bound, that he shall have no place in the hearts of the children of men.” (D&C 45:55) Until the day comes, a war is being waged, and the Lord needs more warriors armed with knowledge and especially Light, His Light.

Evil is very real. If it is not understood and controlled it can not only influence a person, but can also completely overcome the soul, “for the spirit and the body are the soul of man” (D&C 88:15). This is not a figurative statement. Satan is the author of evil and has one singular objective, “…he goeth up and down, to and fro in the earth, seeking to destroy the souls of men” (D&C 10:27). And why does he do this? As stated before, his goal is to possess the bodies that God created for Adam and Eve and their posterity, thus attempting to destroy the plan of God which is to “bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man” (Moses 1:39). Satan and his hosts bring people under bondage and with the objective of destroying man both in body and in spirit. This is what “being overcome by evil” means.

Is it possible to avoid being overcome by evil and learn to resist its influence? The answer is, “Yes!” We can overcome evil by learning what evil is and how to control it, then by fortifying oneself with good….

This book is not about the study of evil and how to use it. The purpose of this book is firstly, to expose the workings of evil under the light of God so that a person may recognize it when it is present, and secondly, to explain powerful tools he and others may use to deal with evil and its effects. This volume is not meant to be comprehensive in nature….

There are those who will scoff, criticize and take offense at the contents of this book. Notwithstanding, this book is a compilation of the author’s experiences, other’s experiences, personal opinions, and spiritual tools that the author has found helpful from firsthand experience…

The author is neither attempting to draw attention or a following to himself, nor influence others away from any true principles and doctrines. This is an attempt to share personal opinions by relating experiences that have had meaning in his life and in the lives of others. The author holds no ecclesiastic position that should influence the reader by church authority to agree with or comply with any of his conclusions. Any successes in overcoming evil are a direct result of the influence of Jesus Christ. Readers are cautioned that this is not a church authorized or approved book or a book explaining church doctrine. Therefore, readers may disregard any of all of the book’s contents including the author’s opinions and conclusions. Any truth for personal application may only be discerned by inspiration and revelation received in a manner consistent with the scriptures….

If a person has an understanding of what they are dealing with and how they can confront and combat evil, they can then be armed with knowledge and can approach situations in faith and with the confidence that only God can provide. Knowledge then, becomes the key to understanding how to control, not only what is spiritually going on around us, but how to control what we subject ourselves to and what we can do if we are attacked or someone around us is struggling with evil spirits. Quite literally, “Knowledge is the power of God unto salvation.” (Words of Joseph Smith, page 207)

One last experience before we begin our journey. This was recently related to me by a man who is still confused by his experience and illustrates the importance of not only the knowledge of these entities, but also the “how to” knowledge we need to have. One day a woman showed up at his home and asked for a blessing, telling him that she was possessed and didn’t know what to do about it.

She told him she knew she had entities on her but didn’t know how to get rid of them and asked if he would give her a blessing or cast them off. The man laid his hands on her head and in the name of Jesus Christ cast the demons off of her. She said she could feel them leave and looked up at him and said they were gone. The moment he took his hands off her head, she felt them come back in. She told him they were back, so he put his hands on her head and cast them off again. She said they were gone, so he pulled his hands away, but she told him she felt them come back again. So he cast off again only to have them return the moment he pulled his hands off her head. This happened several more times.

He was extremely frustrated and called the Bishop who wasn’t home. So he called the Bishop’s counselor and the Elders Quorum President. He considered these men to be two of the most powerful priesthood holders in the ward. After they arrived he explained what had happened previously. They looked at him like he had caused the problem and asked why he was dealing with it in that manner.

He sat on the couch as he didn’t have enough energy to deal with this any longer. The two men laid their hands on the woman’s head and voiced a small blessing to her, never mentioning the Lord or any casting out. They then had her leave, and they went home.

A while later she was still being bothered by the voices and feelings inside of her. One night she was told to go to the kitchen and get a huge butcher knife and to kill her daughter; the voices had told her that her daughter was evil and should be killed. She got the knife and tried to kill her daughter.

The woman now resides in an insane asylum.

It might be wise to read this book with an open mind, asking continually for the Spirit so as to not be deceived. Yet do so with no preconceived ideas or notions, otherwise we stop the flow of the Spirit and what it might teach us.

There is much to understand about this subject, much to learn and contemplate about it. And thus the journey begins…

Doug Tales 33: Smokey the Bear

Doug Mendenhall’s daughter Denise had a little stuffed bear which she called Smokey. She got the bear as a gift about a month after she began her recovery from a coma in 1999 (when she was ten years old). At the time, Doug also received a gift, but this was an intangible gift of judging—or rather not judging—others, due to his involvement in the physical gift of Smokey. Doug shares those events in chapter 7, “Smokey,” of My Peace I Give Unto You (2001) on pages 125-128:

“Hey, Denise, would you like to go with me to pick up Deon at work?” I asked as I headed for the door. For some reason, I didn’t want to go alone.

“Sure!” She grabbed her coat and ran to catch me at the top of the stairs.

It took a minute for our car to warm up. It didn’t like the cold and if you didn’t let it warm up, it would sputter and cough for the first two miles.

It was a short ride to Deon’s job at a nearby copy and mailing store. I pulled the car into a spot right in front of the neighboring store dedicated to smokers. I wasn’t a smoker and had no interest in anything having to do with what I always thought of as a dirty habit.

Deon, it appeared, was going to be a few minutes. She was still closing up the store. I made myself comfortable and turned on the radio…

“Daddy, what’s in that store?” Denise pointed to the cigarette store.

“Oh, there is nothing inside there but nasty cigarettes. We don’t go in there because we don’t like cigarettes. They make you sick and they make you smell bad.” I was happy just waiting in the car for Deon. I didn’t want to go inside.

“Oh Daddy, please! Can we go in? Please, Daddy!”…

“No, Denise, let’s just sit here and wait for Deon.”

“But look Daddy, they have a teddy bear in the window.” Denise pointed at the store window, “Pleeeease, Daddy, pleeeease?”

I turned off the car.

“Okay, but just for a minute. I’m telling you, there is nothing of any value in there.”

We both got out of the car and went into the store.

Since Denise got home from the hospital I’ve had a difficult time telling her no. I can’t endure inflicting any kind of mental or physical discomfort on her. I guess it’s just my reaction to almost losing her. So when she set her heart on checking out the cigarette store I knew I was going to succumb to her pleadings.

“Hi, can I help you find anything?” The woman behind the counter asked as we entered.

“Not really. My daughter just saw the bear in the window and wanted to get a closer look. Thanks anyway.” I replied.

“It’s a cute, cuddly bear and it’s on sale. There’s no reason why she can’t cuddle up to it and take it home.” She smiled at me and then glanced over to Denise who had rescued the bear from the window display.

“Thanks, but no.” I cut off our conversation and turned to Denise. “Sweetie, why don’t you go get a soda and you can drink it in the car while we wait for Deon.” All of a sudden, I felt very uncomfortable.

The congregation all knew of my strong dislike of cigarettes and I didn’t want them to see me inside the store. It was an image thing and I became very self-conscious.

“Oh Daddy, look how cute the bear is. He is so soft and cute, Daddy.” Denise had no intention of letting this end quickly or painlessly. I reached in my pocket just to confirm that I had barely enough money for a soda. There was no way I could get her the twenty-five dollar bear even if I wanted to.

“Oh, just go ahead and get her the bear. She has become so attached to it.” The clerk apparently worked on commission or so it appeared.

I walked over to the sodas and picked one up for Denise then pulled out all the money I had – pocket change – and paid for the soda.

“You sure you won’t buy her the bear? They look so adorable together. You’re going to break her heart if you don’t.” A smile of victory crossed the clerk’s lips.

“Please Daddy! I really want him!” Denise appealed to the clerk as much as to me.

“Look lady, I’m sorry, but I can’t buy the bear. The change I just gave you was the last money I have in this world.” I turned to face the clerk directly, “My daughter was just released from the hospital a few weeks ago. She had a massive stroke and went into a coma. She was in the hospital for over four weeks and the bill is staggering. I have no money to buy her or her brothers and sisters food or clothes, much less a bear. I’m sorry to disappoint you both, but I can’t produce money out of thin air.” I finished and turned towards Denise.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” The clerk humbly apologized.

“It’s okay, it’s not something that you would know. Thank you for your time.” I reached out to Denise to pluck the bear from her hands.

“Wait . . . excuse me,” the clerk spoke up, “but, would you permit me to buy her the bear?”

Confusion and disbelief colored my face.

“Please, really, I would like to buy it for her.” Tears glistened in the clerk’s eyes as she grabbed her purse from beneath the counter and retrieved a few bills from her wallet.

“Well . . . if you want. That would be very kind of you.”

“Thank you for letting me do this.” She caught a loose tear on her check with the back of her hand and then rang up the sale of the bear and handed me the receipt. This time her smile was one of love and compassion.

“Thank you very much.” I can’t remember who spoke those words though we both meant them. I shook her hand and pushed Denise out of the store.

We settled back into the car and Denise held up the bear for me to see.

“See Daddy, want to hold him?”

“No, he stinks.” I said.

“I don’t smell a thing!” She snuggled her face into the bear. “I told you there was more than cigarettes in the store. There are nice people there, too.”

Doug Tales 32: A Young Prophet

Who is stronger spiritually, the person who follows what someone else tells them is coming from God for them to do (but does not confirm the directions from God), or the person who follows what they know personally is coming from God for them to do? Doug Mendenhall talks about a young prophet in the Bible who did some things because God wanted him to, and other things because he trusted in the “arm of flesh,” in Possibilities: Lessons From the Spirit (2002), on pages 35-40:

“It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.” (Psalm 118:8)

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In the Old Testament there is a story in 1 Kings chapter 13 about a young prophet that was to deliver a message to King Jeroboam. He delivered that message of warning and Jeroboam “put forth his hand” against the prophet. His hand then “dried up, so that he could not pull it out again to him.” Jeroboam then entreated the prophet to have the Lord heal him. The prophet did so and “the king’s hand was restored him again, and became as it was before.”

Then King Jeroboam told the prophet: “Come home with me, and refresh thyself, and I will give thee a reward.”

“And the man of God said unto the king, if thou wilt give me half of thine house, I will not go in with thee, neither will I eat bread nor drink water in this place: For so was it charged me by the word of the LORD, saying, Eat no bread, nor drink water, nor turn again by the same way that thou camest. So he went another way, and returned not the same way that he came to Beth-el.”

Upon first reading this part of the story I was very impressed by this prophet. He had received an assignment from the Lord. He evidently was told to fulfill it and to not eat, drink or go home the same way. The king offered him food, drink and wanted to reward him, but the prophet refused, citing what the Lord had told him.

It seems that there was “an old prophet in Beth-el” whose sons had heard all this young prophet had done. They reported to their father, the old prophet, what had happened and “the words which he had spoken unto the king.” The old prophet asked his sons which way the young prophet had gone, then had them saddle his donkey and rode after “the man of God.”

He “found him sitting under an oak: and said unto him, Art thou the man of God that camest from Judah? And he said, I am.”

Then the old prophet “said unto him, Come home with me, and eat bread.”

The young prophet answered and said, “I may not return with thee, nor go in with thee: neither will I eat bread nor drink water with thee in this place: For it was said to me by the word of the LORD, Thou shalt eat no bread nor drink water there, nor turn again to go by the way that thou camest.”

This is the most amazing part. The old prophet then said, “I am a prophet also as thou art: and an angel spake unto me by the word of the LORD, saying, Bring him back with thee into thine house, that he may eat bread and drink water, that I may prove him.”

So the young prophet “went back with him, and did eat bread in his house, and drank water.” Oops.

This would be a tough conundrum for anyone to face. On one hand the Lord has told you what to do and you have just about accomplished your task. You just need to get home. Then an old prophet shows up and tells you that an angel has appeared to him and told him he is to bring you back with him in order to feed you. That would be a hard choice. The young prophet had several options. First, he could have asked the Lord if what the old prophet said was true and see if the will of the Lord had changed. Second, he could have told the old prophet no and gone on his way. Third, he could have done what he did, follow the old prophet to his house and eat. Evidently the purpose of the Lord was to “prove” the young prophet, to see if he would follow the “arm of flesh” or the Lord.

“And it came to pass, as they sat at the table, that the word of the LORD came unto the prophet that brought him back: And he cried unto the man of God that came from Judah, saying, Thus saith the LORD, Forasmuch as thou hast disobeyed the mouth of the LORD, and hast not kept the commandment which the LORD thy God commanded thee, But camest back, and hast eaten bread and drunk water in the place, of which the LORD did say to thee, Eat no bread, and drink no water; thy carcase shall not come unto the sepulchre of thy fathers.”

The young prophet then left for his home and was killed by a lion. The old prophet then buried him in his own grave.

This is an incredible story about following what the Lord has told you to do rather than the arm of flesh, even if that “flesh” is another prophet that declares words contrary to what the Lord has told you. The deeper meaning for me is the importance of getting our own witness of what others tell us, even a prophet.

I received an e-mail that told me that the center verse in all the Bible is the one quoted at the start of this chapter. “It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.” There are many scriptures that tell us not to put our trust in the “arm of flesh.” I believe we are to trust in the Lord and do what he has told us to do. If we put our trust in any man, we give a portion of our allegiance to that man. I also believe in living prophets that receive revelation from the Lord, but I have never believed that we should follow someone blindly. I feel we should get our own testimony and confirmation of what has been presented to us.

It would have been good for this young prophet from Judah to get confirmation from the Lord about what the old prophet was saying. By relying on what the old prophet told him, without getting a confirmation from the Lord, he was giving allegiance to the old prophet. By doing so he brought evil to himself because the spirit of the Lord left him when he gave allegiance to the arm of flesh and not to God only.

Many times I believe we seek the easy way and perhaps listen to the wrong voice, deciding to give blind obeisance to another, be he a leader or whatever. Yet I feel if we place any man above God, which we do if we blindly follow, then Satan has gained a foothold and will enter in. I know it is the Lord’s law to honor and obey God and to gain my own witness that our leaders speak by His voice. By so doing we become stronger servants of God and our leaders.

While sitting on one of my favorite “chairs” in our home these thoughts came to me quite strongly:

Brigham Young spoke on the subject of getting your own witness of whatever is presented to us, even by our leaders. I believe he expresses some important reasons for doing so.

“What a pity it would be if we were led by one man to utter destruction! Are you afraid of this? I am more afraid that this people have so much confidence in their leaders that they will not inquire for themselves of God whether they are led by Him. I am fearful they settle down in a state of blind self-security, trusting their eternal destiny in the hands of their leaders with a reckless confidence that in itself would thwart the purposes of God in their salvation, and weaken the influence they could give their leaders, did they know for themselves, by the revelations of Jesus, that they are led the right way. Let every man and woman know for themselves, by the revelations of Jesus, that they are led the right way. Let every man and woman know, by the whispering of the Spirit of God to themselves, whether their leaders are walking in the path the Lord dictates, or not. This has been my exhortation continually.” (Journal of Discourses 9:151)

Not for a minute do I believe Brigham Young felt that the leaders would lead the church to destruction. In my opinion he was trying to teach a principle that when properly understood, empowers the individual, the church and its leaders. It is the same principle that Nephi applied to his own life; to seek the witness of God in all things and know that our leaders speak by His voice.

If we “settle down in a state of blind self-security, trusting (our) eternal destiny in the hands of (our) leader” or anyone for that matter, have we not just given our agency or our will over to them? Wasn’t a war fought in heaven over this? Brigham Young states that this “reckless confidence . . . would thwart the purposes of God in (our) salvation.” Could it be that as we give up our agency to others, it might let Satan or darkness in? He also states that it would “weaken that influence (we) could give our leaders” if we didn’t have our own personal testimony or witness.

A good example of this might be Nephi’s brothers, Laman and Lemuel. These are two individuals that had angels appear to them, had their father speak to them with such power “that their frames did shake before him.” They were “shocked” by Nephi and had many other “witnesses” of God’s power. Yet it did not help them in their personal salvation. They apparently never sought and received a personal witness or testimony of their father’s revelations, dreams, and visions. Therefore they had become individuals that could not be relied upon. When it got tough in the wilderness, they continually murmured and on several occasions sought the life of Lehi and Nephi.

If Laman and Lemuel had sought and received a personal witness or testimony of what their father, who also happened to be their leader and prophet, had told them, might they have been more like Nephi? Would that have given them the strength to do what the Lord had asked them to do?

Doug Tales 31: Paula’s Story

A number of people who Doug Mendenhall met in his life have been able to listen to him, but for many reasons, did not take any further steps with the knowledge he shared. Doug treated them with kindness and patience without any cherished outcomes, as he knew their learning and growth did not revolve around him and his life. Doug writes about one such woman, who had gone through many traumas in her life. He hopes she would find the healing she sought someday, and reflects on what he learned by meeting her in Possibilities (2002), on pages 31-34:

I’ve experienced that as we begin to praise or give gratitude to Him, with pure intent, His Holy Spirit will fill our beings with a peace that passes understanding. To continually praise Him, I believe, means a steady decreasing of self (understanding our “nothingness” in God’s way) and an increase of Christ’s presence within us until we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory. I believe this is the joy experienced and expressed by my friends and is available to everyone. But I’ve found that it can’t be experienced until we affirm His hand in our lives and give thanks for the experiences of life. Again through all of this, I’ve experienced that as Christ’s presence increases in us, we truly become “like Him.”

A friend called me several months later to relate this experience:

“I had gone to court last week to try and win full custody of my children from my ex-husband. Doug I lost, but it was OK. I had His peace.

“As I left the courtroom and walked out into the hallway, I saw my ex-husband standing there. I felt the Spirit tell me to go up to him and extend my hand and apologize for everything I had done to wrong him. I did it. He immediately started in with a verbal barrage of how awful I was. I just stood there and took it. It didn’t hurt. It just ‘bounced’ off. I just turned and walked away, full of love and peace.”

I believe as she stood there in the majesty of Christ’s peace and love that the fiery darts of Satan could not harm her. What could have been a hateful verbal battle turned into an incredible experience for her of Christ’s love. She had experienced what Paul said: “It is no longer you, but Christ who lives in you.”

Sometimes the anger and hate has lasted so long and is so imbued within our soul, we can’t seem to get ourselves on our knees. Perhaps, that is what has happened with a wonderful woman I met several months ago.

I received an e-mail asking me to meet a woman, I will call her Paula. She was visiting from out of state and had read the book, My Peace I Give Unto You. She said she wanted to meet and “ask some questions.” Paula was a diminutive woman. We chatted about the book and family. Then she said, “I feel I should tell you about my story.”

She then told me of being abused; Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) since the day she was born. The main perpetrators were her parents and the cult they belonged to. She told of awful things done to her and how she rarely felt loved or cared for by her mother, who was not there “physically or emotionally.” Her mother did not hug her or hold her or tell her she was loved. The times she remembered “love” or “care” turned out to be the times they were preparing her for an upcoming ritual or to confuse her as part of her “programming.” She experienced dissociate identity disorder (multiple personalities) and for a long time didn’t remember the abuse.

When she was an adult, before she began to “remember,” her mother would call her and say a “trigger” word. After hearing the word she would find herself headed back East to where her mother lived. She would then receive more programming and abuse. Her mother would have her bring her children. She found out later that her children have all the “signs” of being ritualistically abused by her parents.

The things she shared seemed surreal to me. I had no frame of reference to comprehend what she was talking about. I had studied stories detailing cases of ritual abuse and satanic abuse but had never been face to face with a victim who was pleading for help. She was in counseling which was helping, but it was a long process. She confirmed what Chad from Idaho had shared about his SRA, that it comes off in layers, like “peeling an onion.” “You get one layer healed and another one pops up.”

So I explained to Paula what Chad had done. I explained how he said it “was like chipping concrete out of (his) mouth” to get the words of gratitude out, but when he finally did, he was released from all the hatred, anger, and bitterness he had harbored for all these years. How liberating it was for him to be free of the negative emotions.

Paula told me she didn’t see how she could ever be grateful for the people who had done this to her. “Don’t express gratitude now for the people,” I said. “Express gratitude for the experiences you have gone through.” These were hard words. She flinched visibly as I said them. “How can I be grateful for the experiences?” she responded.

I told her I had asked the Lord the same question about the men who had destroyed me financially. It was a paradox to me at the time too. Then I realized that I would not have even the beginnings of a broken heart, like I did, if I had not been destroyed financially. The hatred for them seemed to make my heart and lung disease take off. If they had not done it, I would not have found Christ when I did, and for that I could be extremely grateful. So that was the initial gratitude I expressed to God about these men. I was grateful to God for them and what they had done, because if they had not done it, I may never have found the Lord. It was because of them that I found Him. For this I was grateful. After expressing gratitude and praising God for the experience, the pain, hatred, and bitterness all went away, and in its place was the most profound peace I had ever felt.

Paula still felt that she could not do it. She told me that she felt she was here on earth to put a stop to this abuse in her family. She knows that it is “generational.” She was starting to teach seminars about how to heal from this, wanting to help other victims. “But you aren’t totally healed, are you?” I asked. “No, not totally,” she answered. The thought then struck me that she would be a powerful healer and teacher if she did have the experience of receiving His peace. I told her so. “What if you tried the ‘experiment’ and got on your knees, thanked Him and had the hatred go away, replaced by His peace? Wouldn’t that make what you are trying to accomplish even more powerful?” I asked.

If I were to present these ideas to a group of victims of SRA, would they believe me? Perhaps some might. If Paula were to present it with her testimony of her pain leaving and being replaced by God’s peace, would they be more likely to believe her? I believe so.

I have talked to Paula several more times in person, through e-mail, and on the phone. Because her personalities are not yet integrated, many of them are fearful of trusting and letting go and keep her afraid to get on her knees and try it. She is an incredible person, though, and as I see her struggling to find that gratitude that eludes her at this time, I pray for God’s greatest blessings and His peace in her life.

Afar Off

How far away is “afar off” in D&C 101:54? In the middle of that section about preparing for and gathering to Zion, the Lord gives a parable about seeing “the enemy while he was yet afar off,” making ready and keeping “the enemy from breaking down the hedge,” and saving “my vineyard from the hands of the destroyer.”

These verses come to mind because the work that Doug Mendenhall was involved in (prior to his passing in December 2021) involves going to people’s homes and helping to fight evil where they live, whether nearby or “afar off.” Some did not realize that many people today are continuing the work that Doug was involved in. They assumed incorrectly that this warrior work ended nine months ago, not recognizing that this work started prior to Doug’s involvement and continues today and into the future.

Some did not stop seeking for help. Today’s blog post is about one request for help six months ago, which resulted in a trip “afar off” outside of Utah not long ago. I’ve changed a few identifying details, but all the rest is factually correct.

My wife and I first learned of this need for help when Jacob and his wife came to Mt. Pleasant, Utah for his second clearing on himself. We were there when Jacob explained that his family lives on many acres of land many states away. Kitten at first side-stepped Jacob’s request until it became precise. His vague talk about needing some help did not get a reply until he specifically asked for his property to be cleared spiritually. She replied directly that a dozen people will answer his request, as that many would be needed. There was a large, active dark portal of intense evil on the property. Darkness was doing its best to bring its form of spiritual into the physical there, and that needed to be stopped. The property has been in Jacob’s family for generations.

Jacob shared with us that when he was a teenager, his grandfather told him of a dream he had there years before. The grandfather became aware in his dream of something related to light, like a building, located on their land. It filled him with immense peace and joy. The grandpa told Jacob that years later, on the day he was talking to his grandson, that he was feeling those same feelings again. He said he knew by that sign that it was his time to go/transition from this life, and he wanted to tell Jacob about them. His grandfather then passed away that week, not telling anyone else except Jacob about these—to both of them—sacred feelings and events. His grandpa’s sharing prompted Jacob to be more open to things of the spirit of Christ, and Joseph Smith’s experiences with light and truth in his First Vision. Jacob became more receptive to Doug Mendenhall’s writings and early seminars, and these made a difference in many aspects of Jacob’s work helping others in his life.

At the clearing, Jacob reminded Kitten about the prior clearing which Jacob had received when she and Doug Mendenhall were present. At that time, there were two identical dark entities cast out of him. Kitten said she remembered wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes, as identical twin evil entities is an unusual circumstance.

Jacob was grateful for the clearing. He joked that he wanted to pay for it, and said, “There might be something in it for ya.” Kitten became serious and responded quickly, that if he had been serious with the bribe, he would have been dismissed right away. She could see he was joking, but made it clear that was not something to joke about. No compensation is requested or expected when traveling to someone’s home to clear out negativity there. At the time of Jacob’s request, Kitten stated that she had known that some more extensive portalcism trips are in the near future, and this request for help hundreds of miles away confirmed those impressions.

I had been on portalcism trips with Doug Mendenhall in the past to different homes of all kinds in Utah, Arizona and Idaho. I was aware of other trips to help that Doug and others made to California, Nevada, and Colorado. Those day and overnight trips to surrounding states were good preparation to visit Jacob’s property and help clear that land located even further away.

Prior to his request, Jacob had read the scriptures, Conquering Spiritual Evil, Volume One, other books of Doug’s, and also Denver Snuffer’s writings. He and his wife had traveled to Utah to get themselves cleared. He practiced shielding himself, his family, and his property, and was still being attacked spiritually there due to the high negativity and evil that had taken residence on his land even prior to his family owning it. He had prayed to know whether or not to seek help from those doing the warrior work as Doug Mendenhall had assisted with. The need was great.

I had seen this combination of circumstances before. A person or family seeking truth and light will sometimes be prompted to move to a place that has darkness on it, precisely because the Gods of Light know that person will do the work to find help and get rid of the evil there. (And sometimes it’s a learning experience, and the person simply needs to move again and get away from the darkness.) Jacob and his wife felt the before and after effects of their house and land being changed from darkness into light. They were grateful for the promptings to ask for help, whether close-by or afar off.

God bless you all in your seeking and receiving help near and far.

Galen F.

Doug Tales 30: Full Price

All sorts of experiences prompted Doug Mendenhall to reflect on things of the spirit. Soon after his daughter’s near-death experience, he stopped at a store selling woven baskets, and made connections about his and our capacity—and willingness—to learn new things from heaven.

These observations of Doug’s are from Chapter 4, “A Basket Weaver…” on pages 67-68 and 73 of his book, My Peace I Give Unto You (2001):

The store was interestingly lit.

The spotlights were arrayed as though they were fireflies flitting around on a summer’s eve. The scents of too many candles mingled with the potpourri created an almost pleasant assault on your nose. Half of the back wall was dedicated to baskets of every imaginable shape and size. Some were tightly woven as if to hold water, some so loosely you could see through them. Some were large enough to hold a person, while some small enough that a ring would fill them. Some were shallow, while others deep enough to hold a curious cat until rescued. Some came with lids to contain secret treasures while others were woven to display their belongings to anyone who would look in their direction.

“Quite a collection isn’t it.” The store clerk replied to my intent study of the baskets.

“Yes it is . . . you know, I wonder about the weavers,” I candidly spoke my thoughts.

“Our baskets are hand woven by artisans in South East Asia and India. They are personally selected biannually by our cooperate buyers,” she spoke from an unseen script.

“Are they told what to weave and what materials to use or are they free to weave and use what materials they want? How could they know what kind of basket I need?” I wondered out loud.

This time the clerk simply smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders. I had ventured outside her prepared script, she didn’t know what to answer.

I smiled, thanked her for her time and left the store. The baskets were too expensive anyway.

I freed the car keys from my pocket.

An interesting thought tickled my mind as I climbed into my beat up little car.

We are like those distant weavers. From the first day of our life until the last, we weave a basket out of the knowledge we accumulate and the judgements we make. Our basket holds and defines all our experiences. It gives us meaning. Because no baskets are meant for the same purpose, shared experiences fit into some while not others. Some baskets are designed too small or woven too tight for some experiences to fit inside. Others are so loosely woven and open that small, precious things fall through. Each basket holds and defines that which it was designed for.

Only the buyer, Jesus Christ, can say with certainty the purpose of any given basket. All baskets are valuable to Him.

He sees and understands their purpose.

Our baskets now contained the miracle that was Denise. Many who shared the experience with us could not fit it into their baskets. They dismissed it. That did not make what we experienced any less real nor did it make them any less tolerant or discerning. Their baskets were not woven to fit such an experience; their baskets were woven for some other purpose only the Buyer knew.

Only a fool would count as worthless that which the Buyer paid full price for….

——–

Days passed and Denise continued to get stronger. The stroke had left her right side incredibly weak. Her speech was very slow in returning and she became frustrated easily. She was beginning to relearn the basic skills that had been taken away due to the stroke. The semi-paralysis on the right side of her face left her with an adorable little half smile. We thought she was doing great and progressing on schedule. However, the doctors continually reminded us that she was progressing far faster than they could have imagined and continued desperately to search for some way to explain away the miracle of her life and recovery. I started to feel sorry for them until I realized that the Buyer paid full price for their baskets just as He did mine and found them worth the price He had paid. Their baskets were just woven differently, for a purpose that the Buyer knew and understood but that I could not comprehend.

Doug Tales 29: Through Gratitude Comes My Peace

Doug Mendenhall shared openly in his writings about his reactions when his youngest daughter Denise went into a coma in 1999. At the time, the doctors at the hospital expected the worse, and Doug turned to God for help. The divine answer he received that night was not what he thought would happen, nor the other events that followed.

The following is an excerpt from Doug’s book, My Peace I Give Unto You (2001), on pages 56-65:

We left the conference room adjacent to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) in shock. The news the doctors had given us was bleak. They were very pessimistic. They didn’t expect [our ten year old daughter] Denise to live through the night. They tried to prepare us for the worst.

I was suffocating. I needed to leave the room, the hospital. I needed to talk to someone. I wanted to talk to my wife, Dianne, but our pain was the same and I knew I would break down if we talked.

“I’m gonna call Mike,” I said, “and see if he will come and give her another blessing.” Dianne nodded.

“I’ve got to get out of here, I’ve got to walk,” I told her.

Dianne headed to the PICU waiting room and her family. I stopped and turned to go to the lobby where I knew I would find a phone, and at this late hour, privacy.

“Doug . . . I’ll be in the waiting room with the family.” Dianne opened the door as I left.

I made my way down to the lobby, found a phone and dialed Mike.

“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered.

“Hey, Mike.”

“Doug?”

“Yeah . . . hey, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but I need a favor,” I said.

“No bother at all, Doug. How’s Denise?” Concern in his voice almost brought back the tears.

“She isn’t doing well at all. They said that she’s in a diabetic coma, that she suffered a massive stroke destroying two-thirds of the left side of her brain. They’re worried about the pressure in her skull building up . . .” I had to stop. I was choking on tears.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, Doug. I take it that they’ve drained off the blood from the stroke that’s causing the pressure.”

“No, they said they couldn’t. The blood had started to congeal and couldn’t be drained off . . . they said they are just waiting and watching the pressure. If it gets too high she’ll die.” A chill froze me. She couldn’t die.

“How are you and Dianne doing?” His voice took on a greater concern.

“I don’t know, I don’t know what to do, what to say, I just don’t know. They said on the off chance that she does live through the night the best we can expect is for her to be . . . a . . . vegetable. I don’t know what to do,” I blurted out to my friend.

“Oh, Doug, I’m so sorry. What can I do for you?” His offer released more tears that raced down my cheeks.

“Can . . . you . . . come give . . . her . . . another blessing?” I sobbed.

“Sure, you bet I will. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

I took strength from his voice.

“Thanks . . . I’ll meet you in the lobby.” I hung up.

I had to get out of the hospital.

I needed to walk, to think, to be outside.

I pushed through the revolving doors and found myself cloaked in a dark night. My breath created small, fragile clouds. If it was cold, I didn’t notice it, nor did I care. I walked.

“How could this happen, Father?” I pleaded, glancing up to the night stars.

“Father, Father,” I pleaded through frozen tears, “I don’t understand, please help me to understand, please help me. The pain and the fear are greater than I can bear . . . I’m so scared.” I stumbled forward a few steps.

“I need thee. Please . . . please help me . . . please heal Denise.” I fell to my knees and cried. My tears wet the sidewalk.

I stood after a time.

I walked.

One step followed another and I found myself at the back of the hospital. Loneliness encompassed me.

“Father . . . please,” I started to plead again, begging for my daughter’s life.

Remember gratitude.

“Father?”

Gratitude.

The thought came, a thought that was more of a feeling.

My mind opened up to three months ago. I saw myself in the shower as all the hate and anger for Randy and Larry were taken from me.

“Father, there is no hate or anger in my heart. I’m just really scared, I can’t lose my daughter. The pain is too much. Please!”

Let not your heart be troubled or afraid.

It came again, more feeling than thought.

“How? Father, please . . .”

Through Gratitude comes My Peace.

It was unmistakable. I was supposed to be grateful. But, how could I be grateful for this? My little girl was going to die and I couldn’t stop it.

“Father in Heaven,” I began a prayer.

“I give thee . . . thanks . . . for,” I hesitated, distressed.

“I give unto thee thanks,” I started over, “for my daughter and her life.” Incredible pain filled me and forced me to my knees. Tears flowed as I thought of burying my little girl.

Somehow, I pushed the pain aside and continued.

“I give thee thanks, Father, for this . . . experience, for the pain and fear I feel.”

As the last word left my lips, the fear melted; the pain left.

I caught my breath. A sensation, like being doused by ice water, enveloped me. I shivered. Warmth, beautiful warmth, began in my toes and filled my entire body, to the top of my head.

I exhaled.

Peace filled my heart. The warmth ushered in Peace. He gave me Peace. A Peace more profound than what I had experienced in the shower. A Peace that filled my soul to bursting, that left room for nothing else. Tears fell again, but this time they were tears of joy, of comfort.

Instantly, I knew all was well. It didn’t matter if my little girl died or lived. I accepted, no, I agreed with whatever the outcome was to be. I knew no doubt, all was in His hands; the hands of my Lord and Savior. If my daughter died it was His will. If she lived as a vegetable it was His will. If she recovered it was His will. I was at peace — I accepted completely His will in all that happened.

I started walking again. I was filled with Peace, marveling at His love.

I found myself back by the revolving doors of the hospital just as Mike appeared from the parking lot…

“Doug, is that you?” Mike asked. “It’s freezing out here, where’s your coat?”

“Coat? I don’t know.” I answered. “I didn’t even realize that it was cold until you mentioned it.”

“Doug, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am now.”

“Has something happened since we talked? Has Denise’s condition changed?” he questioned.

“No, nothing’s changed . . . and yet Mike, everything’s changed.” He looked puzzled.

“I don’t understand, Doug.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go give Denise a blessing.” I headed to the revolving doors of the hospital.

We entered and made our way up to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit waiting room where Dianne’s family surrounded her. Her face was buried in her hands; she was crying. I needed to share my experience with her. I wanted to tell her that it was all right, that Denise was in the hands of the Lord and that whatever happened was fine. I wanted to tell her that all my pain had been taken away and I was at Peace.

Because of the people with us, I couldn’t tell her. Something so choice, so special couldn’t be blurted out in a crowd, even if it was family.

“Um . . . is anybody in with Denise?” I asked. The hospital only let two in at a time to be with her.

“No.” Dianne’s father responded.

“Okay then, Mike and I are going in to give Denise a blessing. We’ll be right back.” Dianne looked up at me. Her eyes reflected what I felt. There was no fear or pain, just love.

I wanted — I needed to talk to her.

—–

Much later that night, after all our family and friends had finally left the hospital, we were given a small room off the PICU waiting room to sleep. There was one bed and a small cot.

I finally had the chance to share with Dianne all that had happened to me as I walked around the hospital. To my amazement and relief, Dianne recounted her own experience with being blessed with that same Peace that I had. Our hearts opened to one another as we both expressed our surety that whatever happened was His will and was fine.

Very seldom in a marriage does a couple get the opportunity to join as one soul so completely as we did that early morning. We were truly one with our Savior and our Father in Heaven; one in heart and mind and joy and Peace!

We knelt down as one to offer up our gratitude and love for God in prayer. The prayer we shared was of complete oneness, for though the words came from my mouth, they were His. We were one together in Him…

—–

“Daddy . . . I’m . . . hungry.”

I thought I was dreaming when Denise opened and closed her eyes moments earlier. It had been three days since she went into the coma, since they said she would die, since they said if she lived she would never walk or talk again. Now she opened her eyes. Now she spoke to me!

“I love you, Denise!” I said, with tears falling on my cheeks.

“I . . . love . . . you, . . . too.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Her breathing seemed to ease.

“Did she just speak?!” A passing nurse grabbed my arm.

“Yes, she said she was hungry.” I smiled at the nurse, wiping away the tears from my cheeks.

“Mary, quickly page Dr. Withers! The Mendenhall girl woke up!” She threw the command to the passing receptionist, dropping my arm and grabbing at another passing nurse.

I only caught bits and pieces of the conversation but it became obvious that they realized a miracle had just taken place.

I now knew my Father’s will.

Through the defining doors of pain and tragedy He had given Dianne and me the miracle of His Peace. Now He blessed us with a second miracle; He gave us back Denise.

——–

There is a place I retreat to from time to time; a place where I can ponder the defining moments of my life. It was there that I went to think and pray while Denise lay comatose.

As I pondered the majesty of His peace, I knew that it was this Peace I wanted every day of my life. I knew that to find His Peace I needed to understand it.

Doug Tales 28: Email Musings, Part Two

This unpublished email of Doug Mendenhall’s was sent to many of his friends on April 10, 2014. In it, Doug talks about dark cords opening conduits to hell, shielding from spiritual attacks, praying in a Pentecostal church, King Solomon (from the Bible) flying to Ethiopia and India, people seven to twelve feet tall, and two new movies at the time, Noah and God’s Not Dead

All kinds of things are going on as people’s veils drop all around the world. One person has a daughter that is dealing with nightmares, but they really aren’t. They are nasty demons and devils coming through the portals of hell to torment the daughter. I asked her who was in their life that was opening conduits to hell or who might have cords attached to her daughter allowing them in. The mom me told that the shield don’t seem to be working like they did before. If you have cords attached from someone that might be a little or very dark the shielding may not do much good. You might want to cut the cords of attachment.

Another person had a daughter that had a “bad dream” of being attacked by a very dark or evil person. Her feet were slashed. After she woke up she found that her feet were swollen and hurt. It wasn’t a dream….. We chatted and also found cords attached to her daughter from an at the moment not so nice person. Interesting what is going on. It reminds me of a workshop last year where a guy talked about his chickens being killed in a secure locked coop and the horns on his ram being eaten away. Who does that to a ram? How do you do that to a ram?

Some things kind of crack me up. I read where a woman said that she isn’t hardly bothered by dark entities and then in the next sentence said that she had been depressed for some seven years. I am sure that entities had NOTHING to do with her depression. I’m sure it was all food allergies or something like that. We all know that the adversary can’t effect food allergies. Or exacerbate them. Right?

We all might want to take our personal worthiness up a notch or two, maybe get to know Him. Shielding will work if it is suppose to. What does that mean? There are people that are here to experience more, have asked for more and therefore get more. If you need to have a being attack you, for example like Joseph Smith did, then it will happen, shielded or not. Think about that one for a while. If it’s true that as wide as heaven opens for us that hell gets equal time, then we might want to get some understanding on how to deal with it. From the calls and emails I get, some are in need of more education on how to deal with what is going on.

If you want to see a great flick, go see God’s Not Dead. Open your box up a little. Have a good friend that I took up to Montana with me to meet a man whose veil dropped a few years ago. He was talking at a Pentecostal Church. We walked in and saw guitars and drums up front. My friend wondered what that was about. We soon found out. They did an hour’s worth of “praise God music”. It was simply beautiful. After that the preacher did a short sermon. He asked for us to turn to the person next to us and hold their hands and say a one minute prayer for them. The woman in front of us asked if we’d say the prayer with her and her husband. I held the woman’s hands and said a one minute prayer for her and then she prayed for me for one minute. Talk about getting out of my box of shyness! But it was wonderful to pray for her as she was there listening. It was such a good experience I kept wondering if we could do it the next week in Sacrament Meeting. 😉  Hey maybe a small guitar and ten minutes of singing praises to our Father?

I have been reading in More Dead Men’s Secrets about Solomon. Quote: “You might be for forgiven for wondering, how many other ‘modern’ wonders might the Ancient Hebrew Civilization have been familiar with? Have you heard that story from the Bible, which tells of the visit to King Solomon by somebody called the queen of Sheba? Well, did you know about the discovery of the Ethiopian epic Kebra Nagast (from about 850 BC), which tells that very same story from the other side?

“But it goes further. It records that King Solomon lavished on a visiting Ethiopian queen enormous riches and gifts… ‘and a vessel wherein one could traverse the air.’ Carrying a cargo of animals as well as men, via Egypt, it ‘traveled in one day a distance which [usually] took three months to traverse.’

“Shocking as that may seem to you, please bear with me if I mention one more claim concerning King Solomon. In Srinagar, India, is a mountain called Tahkti Suleiman (Solomon’s Mountain). Think about that for a moment. Is it not strange that a mountain in faraway India should be named Solomon’s Mountain — after a Hebrew King? But can you guess why it received that name?

“Here’s why: Muslim tradition declares that King Solomon flew there in a flying machine and arranged for the construction of the temple on the summit.

“Now I’d like to ask you another question. Why would we find two different reports, or claims if you wish — FROM TWO DIFFERENT CONTINENTS — one from Africa, the other from Asia, concerning Solomon of Israel and flying machines?

“Doesn’t that make you wonder? But, you say, didn’t manned flight begin with the Wright brothers in 1903? Surprise! Here’s another thing you should know about the ancient past: Were you aware that people all over the world have retained separate memories of a period when aviation was a well-known concept? And not only that, but they claim that flight was a frequent occurrence? Their writings demonstrate a knowledge of aerodynamics and an awareness of the factors of take-off propulsion, braking and landing.”

Wow, do you think we are being lied to? How about the tens of thousands of ancient skeletal remains that the Smithsonian has from graves in the US of people over 7 feet tall and up to twelve feet tall. Why aren’t they talked about and shown? What about those found with huge heads with double rows of teeth? Why are ancient technologies suppressed? What is their agenda for doing so? Just wondering.

Went and saw Noah, the movie. Good action flick, horrible bible flick. Speaking of Noah. Did you know that the city of Enoch was still floating up in the air at the time of the flood and there was much interaction between them and Noah? Go see Jack the Giant Slayer to get an idea of a floating city, like Enoch, that has tons of treasure in it, like Enoch. Why does Hollywood show us such things, such hidden truth? Yet we still can’t see it?