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?

Doug Tales 27: Email Musings, Part One

For a number of years (before he started the Conquering Spiritual Evil blog in 2017), Doug Mendenhall sent out emails to many people about all kinds of topics. Here’s one of those unpublished emails written by Doug, this one from March 18, 2014, where he talks about two separate topics. The first subject covers when Doug saw some balls of light floating in the air at a friend’s home. The second topic is Doug’s musings and questions about D&C 76:25-28, which scriptures talk about Lucifer and Satan:

Just got back from helping my friend drive to Houston and am leaving again this AM, so I’m in kind of a rush to get this email out. Got woke up at 4 AM with what to say in this, so I know it’s not from me.

Last week a good friend called and said that his house was full of orbs and asked if I wanted to come up and “orb watch?” I called and asked Kitten if she wanted to go, knowing that she would only go if the Lord told her to. I was surprised when she said yes. We went to my friend’s home and the energy was amazing, a very high frequency. Kitten was like a kid in a candy store or maybe like a kitten in a dairy. She was watching them fly all over the place, talking to them, etc. We went downstairs to see what was there and my friend had four lights in the room. He had the new fluorescent squirrely bulbs. It was “retarding” the energy there and I asked Kitten if she felt it. She confirmed that they put off a bad energy and suggested he get the incandescent bulbs. Interesting, I never would have guessed.

The “orbs” were interesting. Some were spirits, while others were just balls of intelligence. They fly around the universe and were attracted to our earth and then to the energy of his home. They came out of curiosity, balls of intelligent energy, no spirit there. Something that we all were many many many many eons ago. Perhaps before we became spirits? Many questions and so little time……

Several more things…. At the home with the orbs the energy created a vortex that caused these other energies to come and see and feel and experience. The home is built on an artesian well. They have a huge sump pump that keeps the water out of their basement. The flowing water under the home creates an energy vortex that gives them natural protection against darkness, as long as they are Christ centered. The energy there is really wonderful and would be a great place to meditate, read and pray. Makes you wonder when Christ says that He is Living Water.

The last thing I wanted to mention is how the gospel is really simple and basic in the scriptures when read at a cursory or basic level of understanding. But when opened up by the Spirit it can become quite the opposite. Then the possibilities and questions go off the charts. But that is when the gospel becomes very exciting.

One example is what we talked about in Conquering Spiritual Evil when it was mentioned briefly that Satan and Lucifer are two different people. Basically D&C 76 tells us that when read at a higher level of understanding. In vs. 25 it talks about Lucifer “who rebelled against the Only Begotten Son.” Then in vs. 28 it talks of Satan, “who rebelled against God and sought to take the kingdom of our God and his Christ.”

Before it was easy to conflate these two verses and “know” they are talking about the same person. But if you read carefully and understand the concept of opposition in ALL things, then it is easier to see they are two different people, and that it probably is required they be different since there must needs be an opposite in all things.

But what about the end of that last verse where it says Satan sought to take away the kingdom of our God and his Christ. I am positive that means our Heavenly Father when it says our God. But when it says that about “his Christ” what is he talking about? Is that our Jesus the Christ? Or could it be our Heavenly Father’s Christ, meaning the Christ that He had when He achieved His redemption on an earth many eons ago? Do you see the difference? Just another possible meaning to a scripture we have all read many times. If it means His Christ, does that mean there is a “connection” between us and our “Christ” that redeems us? More than we possibly understand at the moment? What are the other possibilities? Just wondering?

Doug Tales 26: Liberty Sky

A lot can happen in two years. What’s the same and different in your life now compared to the summer of 2019?

Around fifty years ago, one of Doug Mendenhall’s sighted friends was shown a potential still-future event in Salt Lake City, Utah. Then in early 2019, she shared with Doug how, within her vision of the future, she was standing inside a destroyed high-rise apartment building, a specific building that was not yet planned or constructed when she told Doug.

Later, on July 27, 2019, the friend spoke about the building at a mini-seminar on “What is Upcoming in Our Area, Country, and More.” At the same seminar (held in Sandy, Utah), Doug shared how he confirmed which building she had seen.

Audio recordings of Doug’s friend and him at the seminar are online at “Talks” (August 19, 2019). In addition, Doug’s comments are printed on pages 334-335 of Conquering Spiritual Evil Blog Posts 2017-2019 (2020).

An update on the building’s current construction status follows Doug’s July 2019 comments:

Doug: Kitten, do you want the address of that building to be given out?

Kitten: Fine.

Doug: I don’t know what night it was – what’s today? Thursday?

Person in audience: Saturday.

Doug: About three or four days ago, because she shared her talk with me before then, I got woken up around three. The being says, go get on the Internet and look up the online article you read back in April. I was like, take a hike, and rolled back over. At four, he wakes me up again. I say, Take a hike. We’re having this conversation, and I’m telling him, Just get lost. And I finally realized, it was her guardian. I knew it was Seth.

Finally, I got up at seven o’clock. I turned the computer on, looked up the article, and there it was. It shows all the new high-rise buildings that have been approved for downtown Salt Lake. So I called Kitten up and asked her who was it that came and woke me up. She confirmed it was him.

(One time I did some things that were wrong, and he threw an actual hairball in my mouth. I don’t know how exactly, well, he’s a translated being, he can do whatever he wants.)

Liberty Sky Apartments: Artist Preconstruction Drawings

Anyway, I looked up the maps. I knew the buildings. I knew which one it was. I sent her a picture of the article, and she confirmed that was the building she’d gone up inside [in her vision of the future]. It’s a 24 story high-rise. It’s right next to the Maverick building on 151 South State. There’s been no construction started yet. So you got at least five months. How long does it take to build a 24 story high-rise? Well, it’s been approved to be built. There, you have the address and all. Now you can all drive downtown later in Salt Lake today and take a look at the lot. It’s between Maverick and the federal building. So, there you go.

We’ll do it on the blog, updates.

Person in audience: Get a live camera.

August 2021 update: The planned 24 story high-rise was modified to 21 stories when construction began in 2020. See “It’s Being Built” (June 14, 2020). The almost completed building is now called Liberty Sky Apartments, and is the first skyscraper in Salt Lake City to be only apartments. (It does not have offices, a mix of offices and apartments, or condominiums.) Liberty Sky has over 250 apartments on its 21 floors. Rental applications began in June 2021, and the first tenants can start living there before the end of 2021, according to Liberty Sky Apartments.

Here’s what the apartment building’s construction looks like now, including a crane over the top floors. This photo was taken August 5, 2021:

Liberty Sky Apartments under construction (August 5, 2021)

Doug Tales 25: All Things Will Come Full Circle

Doug Mendenhall spent much of his life seeking to know the truth of the past, present and the future through his personal experiences and following the Savior Jesus Christ. He constantly gave gratitude for what was shown to him, and he marveled at the differences between the world’s lies and God’s truth. Doug also was fond of repeating, “Don’t believe a word I say. Go and ask God yourself.”

The first seven pages of Doug’s final book, Conquering Spiritual Evil, Volume Two (2020) focus on truth, based in the past and our beginnings. Doug’s observations parallel Christ’s prophecy that, “as it was in the days of Noah, so also shall it be at the time of the coming of the Son of Man” (JST-Matthew 1:41). All things from the ancient past will come full circle now and in the future, and our choice is whether we want to understand, prepare for, and participate fully in that revolution:

“And truth is a knowledge of things as they are, and as they were, and as they are to come.” (D&C 93:24)

The first four chapters of this book provide a view of our ancient history—even before we as a species came here—plus a look at while we are here and also where our world is going. It is important to know your history. Why? Because if you don’t know your history, you don’t know truth.

In Denver Snuffer’s talk from 2019 titled, “Civilization,” he is talking about Zion: “The Lord has every intention of keeping His promise to Enoch. There will be those who are gathered. There must be a people gathered to a place, a holy city that meets the description and fulfills the promises God made. The people must gird up their loins, or in other words must be living the godly religion that declares things as they really are. A religion founded on truth. Truth requires us to know things as they were, as they are, and as they are to come. Many past things that are hidden from the world must be revealed. God’s people must know ancient truths so their hearts can turn to the fathers. But it will be to covenant people, not individuals, to whom this outpouring will be given.” (p. 6)

When an evil force takes over a nation they will change that nation’s history or even delete it. We have seen that happen here in the United States. History is being changed, deleted, and perverted. As stated above, if you don’t know your history you can’t know the truth. It is impossible.

In our world of today they don’t give you the real news on television. Why? Because they are liars and don’t want you to know truth. If you don’t know how things are today, then you don’t know truth.

The real tricky one for me is the last part. If you don’t know the future, then you don’t know truth either. Truth requires all three, the past, present and the future. Is that one reason scripture is so important? It will give you the past, teaches you to be in the present, and reveals the future—truth.

If we don’t know our true premortal past, we can’t know the truth in our present mortal situation and how to deal with life here. Slaves are cut off from their true origins. Because they are cut off from their origins they can be enslaved and controlled.

It is bad enough that our government, schools, and universities dumb us down, change our past history, and keep us ignorant. The saddest thing of all is when our religions participate in this satanic practice. They will change their past history to provide a “better” or nicer narrative. Therefore they are not working in truth. Evil doesn’t want us to know our history and seeks to change, destroy, and distort it in every way possible.

These first chapters will give you understandings or truth that you may never have thought of before. Our hope is you will be open and take all things to your Father in Heaven and ask Him about all of this work. It might be wise to include the Savior in your searching. Please don’t let others control your search for knowledge and understanding. Recognize that there are many that use the lack of knowledge to control. Odds are you will be mocked, made fun of, and called names for daring to look into knowledge of how evil works. You see, if you don’t know you will not be able to defend yourself, your family or be able to overcome their fiery darts and what they will throw at you.

Knowledge and truth are required to overcome evil and to defend ourselves and family. All that being said, enjoy this first section about our history.

I have always felt the previous two books, I See…Awake! and I See…Arise! were extensions of the book, Conquering Spiritual Evil [Volume One]. All three books discuss evil and offer concepts on how to overcome it, though some may not see how some chapters are pertinent to “evil.” A good example of this might be the chapter about becoming a fully conscious human being. What does that have to do with overcoming evil? A lot. This book will take those concepts and expand on them.

In my mind it is all a huge tapestry that the Gods of Light are weaving for our benefit, so we can become like them. I don’t see any of these concepts as being compartmentalized. Learning how to overcome evil is as important as learning who our Lord Jesus Christ is. It is all part of one whole. It is something the Lord Jesus Christ Himself learned, is it not? If a person can stand back and see what the Gods of Light are about, on any level, it becomes this beautiful tapestry I mentioned. They work with this creation on all levels. Truly, their goal is as our Father stated: “For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” (Moses 1:39) His work encompasses many things, on all ends of the spectrum and involves all of His creation in doing that work.

The two previous books lay a foundation for what will be discussed in this volume. If they have not been read, I would highly recommend doing so first. To be honest, it might be good to review Conquering Spiritual Evil while you’re at it! With that being said, let’s get going!

Chapter 23 of I See…Arise! addresses “Celestial Mechanics,” another term for our Solar System, and why it was created, and what it is doing. Understanding these things will help us understand why we are here on this globe we call Earth and how spiritual evil plays into it. (If you haven’t read that chapter, it would benefit you greatly to read it, well the entire book actually.)

That chapter includes the drawing Joseph Smith did for Philo Dibble (p. 359). It shows the planets lined up similar to a shish kebab. This arrangement was created in the Celestial realms as our Solar System.

Furthermore, in this same chapter is information from Lynn M. Hilton concerning how the Milky Way Galaxy—our Father’s Kingdom—is set up. (Ibid. pp. 376–377) The hub or center is the Celestial Kingdom. The first donut-shaped ring is the Terrestrial Kingdom; the outer ring that surrounds the Terrestrial Kingdom is what God calls the Telestial Kingdom. Outer darkness would be beyond the Telestial Kingdom.

To add to this information is a thought provoking question of Denver Snuffer: “Ever notice how the pre-earth and the Millennium seem alike?” (Preserving the Restoration, p. 323)…

The heavens are fully involved and are an active participant in the evolution of our consciousness. The energy or energies coming down from heaven are quite important in the development of that consciousness or understanding.

Some of the most exciting events of our time were discussed relating to how the days of Noah will again play out in our day. All things will come full circle, pun intended, and the Solar System will return to the way it was, as will the Earth. Therefore, the quote by Snuffer. He also wrote in Preserving the Restoration: “…There is [a] body of knowledge God plans to give back to mankind in this dispensation. It includes a plan to restore things we have hardly yet considered.” (p. 41)

Doug Tales 24: Heaven Took Notice

“Because the people gave of themselves, wanting nothing back, Heaven took notice.” Doug Mendenhall shares the backstory to the unique Country Gardens restaurant on pages 3-6 of I See…Arise! (2016). Around 15 years ago, this restaurant in Sanpete County, Utah, hosted six families who served the local community without any of the workers being paid, and “Heaven took notice.”

Around 2005, while I was traveling north to do a seminar, the Spirit told me to make a bid to take over a restaurant in Fairview, Utah. It was a place that my daughter and her husband were running for his parents. They were in the process of closing it due to many months of losses.

The Spirit told me to approach five other families and ask them if they would like to take over this restaurant and work it for the Lord, and no one would be paid to work there—not one dime. I had no idea how these families would view what the Lord was asking us to do. They still would need to work their normal jobs so they could provide for their families in addition to covering all shifts at the restaurant.

All five said they would do it. One said they would do it for me. That didn’t sit well with me, as I knew they needed to do it for the Lord and not for a man. Nevertheless, I made the offer to take it over, and it was rejected. As I knelt on my knees that night, I reminded the Lord that this was His deal, and it had been rejected. He told me to have patience and wait.

The owners called three days later and said they would accept our offer to just take it over; no money involved in the transaction.

The five (later six) families ran the restaurant, Country Gardens, for two years. We learned much. We fought, cried, laughed, learned, worked very hard together, loved and hated each other, and yet we tried to obey the Lord in what we were doing. Country Gardens was His restaurant, not ours. It was hard to put in forty hours there and then work another forty hours or more to provide for my family. But the lessons learned were priceless, and little did we know how Heaven felt about it.

We started each day with prayer. Shields were placed around the restaurant to keep darkness away from it. Love was consciously put into the food as we cooked it. For Thanksgiving we fed anyone who wanted to come for a free turkey dinner. At Christmas time we fed fifty needy families a free Christmas dinner of any item on the menu that they wanted to eat, including dessert. There was a Christmas room upstairs loaded with purchased and donated toys, clothes, and other items that were given to the families for Christmas. Some families that came had up to twelve children. It was an amazing time and incredibly hard work. I remember leaving the restaurant many nights at one in the morning.

One family that worked with us, the DeGraws, dressed up as Dickens Carolers and sang Christmas Carols in the restaurant and also outside at a Nativity we had built. We gave away free hot chocolate and apple cider.

One Thanksgiving when we provided the free dinner, we stayed open until 3:00 p.m. and then shut it down so we could clean up and go home to enjoy the rest of the day with our families. At 3:10 there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and there stood a man and woman, a husband and wife.

The man said, “We’ve been traveling and tried to get a Thanksgiving dinner at the restaurant in Mt. Pleasant, but we got there at 3:05, and they wouldn’t feed us, so we traveled here and found you. Could we get a meal here?”

I told him sure and asked them to come in.

We sat them in the booth near the register. They both ate two plates of food and dessert on top of that. It was fun talking to them because they had really “different” accents.

My daughter, Denise, sat over in the corner and just watched and smiled.

After the couple left I called our friend, Kitten, who has spiritual sight and asked her if she noticed anything about the restaurant as she had driven off with her husband. She had left as they walked up to our door. She stated that she had seen a huge light descend on the place but had been told to keep going home.

We asked Denise about them because the Spirit had told us that it had been the Lord Jesus Christ and his Wife that had come to our restaurant. Denise laughed and confirmed that, indeed, it had been Them.

We felt Their presence for weeks, and some of us found ourselves sitting in that booth whenever we could. We marveled that They would come to our little place. Why? And then we’d ask ourselves if it really was the Lord and His Wife. Then the Spirit would confirm it all over again to us.

Later at Christmas time as we were feeding the fifty families, They came back. They listened to the DeGraws sing carols for thirty minutes inside the restaurant, carols to Him, about His birth, as He sat there. Then They went outside and listened to the DeGraws and others sing carols at the Nativity we had built.

Once again it was confirmed that They had come back to see the restaurant.

Years later a good friend called me and asked me to tell him of our restaurant experience.

“You mean my monumental failure?” I asked him.

“No, it was not a failure. It was a piece of Zion here on the earth for those two years, and Heaven took notice,” he responded.

He went on to say that Heaven took notice because a group of people listened to His voice and worked a restaurant for two years without pay, doing much good for the community while learning many lessons themselves. Because the people gave of themselves, wanting nothing back, Heaven took notice.

Doug Tales 23: I Was Going to Learn Something New!

Can you learn something—anything—different from what you already know if you don’t believe anything could be different from what you already know? What if you visit a medical doctor who shows you a healing device you had never seen before? Or, you learn that Oliver Cowdery was originally told in revelation that he had the gift of using a divining rod? Or, God provides you with “training wheel” tools to prepare you for learning something everyone around you says is impossible based on their traditions?

Doug Mendenhall became acquainted with many tools for obtaining light and conquering spiritual evil. He shares his first exposure to one of them in I See…Awake! (2015) on pages 13-17:

I have found over the years that many things that are considered to be evil by mainstream Christianity or by LDS really are just misunderstood. God has given us tools to use and of course those have been taken and perverted by the Adversary, so much so that much of what was once “considered good” is now felt to be of abject evil.

For example, some years ago my aged mother had shattered her shin which required surgery to repair. Several months later the pain still remained, so we took her to my sighted daughter’s doctor. My daughter had told me that this doctor was not a regular allopathic physician who practiced only the traditions of Western Medicine. I was going to learn something new!

We arrived at her home office and told her of my mother’s accident and subsequent pain. She had my mother get up on the exam table and lay on her back. The doctor then left the room and came back with a crystal pendulum on a chain. I was surprised to see a doctor walk in with that in her hand.

“So what are you going to do with that?” I asked.

“I’m not going to do anything with it, you are,” she answered.

I didn’t know why she wanted me to do anything with it. I really had no opinion of pendulums, only what the average “Christian” might tell you, they are evil, something that witches and soothsayers used. Well, I guess that might have been my opinion, too. The doctor then asked me to hold on to the end of the chain and let the pendulum on the other end dangle over my mother’s injured shin. I was instructed to hold it very carefully over the shin and to not move my arms or hands, to keep very still and let the pendulum do the work. I smiled inside, thinking that this ought to be really good. We could soon get this over with and leave. All I can say is thank the good Lord that the doctor’s faith was intact, and God was not going to have to rely on the disbeliever who had been asked to hold the pendulum above his mother’s leg.

I really liked this doctor because she had helped our daughter many times. But this really stretched my judgmental box. I sat in a chair next to my mother and put both elbows on the edge of the examination table. I was not going to move. I grabbed the end of the chain and held it so that the pendulum was directly above my mother’s shin bone, making sure that when this did nothing for my mother, I was not going to be the one the doctor blamed. I held as still as possible; I could feel and hear my heart beating.

Suddenly the pendulum quivered and started to slowly spin in a counter clock-wise motion over her shin. It made a pretty big circle for about ten minutes. It then slowed down and stopped. It quivered again and started going clock-wise in a big circle. After a while it slowed down and stopped.

The doctor looked over and said, “It’s done now.”

I looked at my mother and asked her how she felt. “The pain is gone,” she replied. The Doctor explained that when it went counter clock-wise, it was taking out the negative energy. Then when it went clock-wise, it was putting in Christ’s healing energy. I was shocked and couldn’t respond in any way. Mom never complained about that shin again.

This was one of my first introductions to a tool, an instrument that can be used as the holder intends. It can be used properly and can be of great benefit. It can be used improperly and be a great detriment if the sender is evil and desires to cause problems. Any tool is not inherently evil; it is just a tool. These past fifteen years the Lord has introduced me to many different tools. They operate by God’s natural law.

Joseph Smith was given several tools when he secured the metal plates out of the ground. One was what he called the Urim and Thummim, and another was a tool called a seer stone. He used both to “see” other things. He used the seer stone for a while to translate the plates, which became the Book of Mormon. He’d put it in the bottom of a hat and put his face in the hat. By doing this he was shown many things. He saw into the “metaphysical” world, or we might call it the spirit realm. Others procured seer stones and Hiram Page evidently used his improperly. Once again it is just a tool. Can you tap into light with it? Absolutely. Can you tap into dark with it? Absolutely. What is your intent? Where is your heart with the Lord Jesus Christ? After a while Joseph didn’t need the tool anymore; he could just look and see. He had become a true seer and had the gift of sight. The seer stone was just “training wheels” that the Lord had him use until it wasn’t needed any more…

I had a “spiritual rebirth” when our daughter, Denise, came out of her coma and came home with spiritual sight, with her “third eye” open to the spirit world, both light and dark. Now I’ve had an ecclesiastical leader tell me that my belief that my daughter can see through the veil is satanic. I thought it was just a gift from God, like Oliver had the gift from God to use a stick to find things. I have to say that he is right only if my intent is to use the gift from God for evil purposes. If the intent is to do the Lord Jesus Christ’s work, then it is of the Lord. My rebirth has gone on for some 15 plus years now, and it keeps getting better as I learn new things and as my own spiritual gifts have opened up. The more I learn, the more I realize that I don’t know very much. What we have experienced and learned we are to share in books, and this is one of those sharing experiences.

Later I would learn about energy work and healing and how that also is based upon laws decreed from the foundations of this world. On my mission to Spain in 1976 my companion and I experienced the healing of a man who had not walked in 6 years. He jumped out of bed and started to shadow box, then ran up the street shouting that he’d been healed. We two young missionaries stood there dumbfounded, in shock. It worked. We had laid hands on him and in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ declared him to be healed, and he was. Was that a “metaphysical” experience? Some would say it was. For us it was a humbling experience showing us what faith could accomplish—one of God’s laws again.