“My Way” (1991—2003)

In the early part of April 1991, I was living with my wife and four children in a 36-foot renovated school bus, painted all white with house paint. It was parked (with their permission) behind the home of Rick and Joy Church of Kent, Washington. My wife’s name was Jacqueline “Jackie” Stoll Nemelka n/k/a Howard. My children were as follows:

From my first marriage:

1. Brittany Nicole (b. 1983)
2. Joshua Marc (b. 1986)

From my marriage with Jackie:

3. Brandon Marc (b. 1988)
4. Caleb Marc (b. 1990)

One year earlier, in March of 1990, Jackie and I had been living in Snohomish, Washington. My father, Michael James Nemelka I (b. 1940), my ex-wife Paula Rae Blades Nemelka Ladenburg n/k/a Aegerter, and her father, Alvin Blades, attempted to maliciously remove Brittany and Joshua from me. They filed a false report with the Snohomish County Sheriff’s Office, describing my supposed aberrant and dangerous mental behavior. (See link here to the sheriff’s report.) My father’s diabolical plan failed terribly.

This incident in Snohomish scared Jackie, as well as Brittany and Joshua. (Brandon and Caleb were too young to understand what was taking place.) Jackie received some comfort when the Snohomish County Sheriff told us to file for a protective order against my father and ex-wife, saying, “If they ever come into my county again, I’ll arrest them.”

Needless to say, the Sheriff was pretty upset at what my father had tried to do. After this incident, I had the upper hand, with the law on my side. My father told me to never come around him again. I thought I wouldn’t.

I wish my ex-wife Jackie would just tell the truth about the following events, according to her perspective. Jackie is currently a bitter enemy and does not like to speak about these things. But there’s something that only she can attest to … IF she would just tell the truth, even according to her perspective.

Jackie should remember that I came home from work one day and announced that I would be going away for a couple of days and that I didn’t know when I would return. I have no idea what she thought when I just disappeared for a few days without telling her where I was going or what I was going to do. I didn’t want to worry her at the time. I did not reveal to Jackie that I was going to Montana to meet with my ex-wife Paula and work things out with her, so that she could see our two children … no hard feelings about what had happened just the year before in Snohomish, Washington.

It wasn’t until I returned a couple of days later that I told Jackie what I had done. When I told her, the blood completely drained from her face and she gasped, “Why?”

At that time, I couldn’t tell her why. This is why:

I was working for a property management company at the time. Joy Church worked in the office of this company. Joy’s job was to find and hire handymen to fix up properties. She hired and scheduled me to fix some plumbing. I really didn’t know much about plumbing at the time … I would learn over the years. The day before I announced to Jackie that I would be leaving for a few days (without telling her where I was going), I had been working on a particular plumbing job. It was at a house located near Kent, Washington. I was retrieving some tools and materials from my truck when two men approached me.

These two men were not your “regular Joe” type of men. More androgynous in their looks, my initial impression was that they might be homosexual. Their smiles and gentle countenance soothed any fears or trepidation I might have had when they unexpectedly approached me. I didn’t see a car drive up, so I thought they must have been out walking and saw that I was a handyman working on their neighbor’s house. The first one had darker hair and was very clean shaven and well kept, as is indicative of most homosexual men.

He spoke first, “Hello Christopher. My name is Timothy.”

At that time, the name “Timothy” didn’t mean anything to me. It was just a guy’s name.

The next one spoke, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Christopher. My name is Jacob.”

(NOTE: I will never reveal the full legal names of these people, for obvious reasons.)

“Have we met? How do you know my name?” I responded a bit perplexed about the way they seemed to know me, but I didn’t have a clue who they were. I remember thinking that maybe they had called the property management company and asked about their handyman services, getting my name from there.

“We know you, Christopher. A lot more than you might be comfortable with right now,” the one named Timothy responded.

At this point, the thought went through my mind that this had something to do with my father again. I thought they might be private investigators, or something like that.

“Is this about my dad?” I asked.

“This is not about your dad. We know about what happened to you in Snohomish with your dad, but this is about YOU,” Timothy continued.

I had no clue what it was all about, but their demeanors, countenance, and the kindest eyes I had ever seen, along with an immediate sense of wonder and curiosity, made me laugh a bit and pay attention. Timothy told me some things that I cannot reveal at this time.

Basically, we discussed what had happened to me while working for the LDS Church. Specifically, we shared our own experiences with each other about how our brains now understood the Real Truth^®. Each of us had the same type of experience. I had figured that what I had experienced was something that could happen to anyone under the same humble circumstances, when one opens their heart and mind, broken and contrite, searching for answers from a Higher Power. (I eventually came to learn that this was not the case.)

After about one hour of conversation, they asked if they could bring a couple more people to meet me the next day. I left work after the conversation and went home and told Jackie that I had met some interesting people, but I did not expound upon it. I was still a bit confused at who these guys were, REALLY.

The next day, the same two men came walking down the sidewalk with two other men. The other two men were of Latin American descent. If I had to guess at the time, these two resembled Peruvian, Inca-looking men. There was someone else there as well. This person made it five men besides me. (NOTE: For reasons that I did not know at the time, but which became quite obvious to me over the years, this person’s presence was absolutely necessary for me to help do their work. I will never talk about this fifth person. Ever!)

There’s a lot to reveal about these initial meetings with these people. They are now known as the Real Illuminati^®. If one is interested, one can read all that I have written about this group of the most intelligent humans found upon the earth … BAR NONE!

Because this is an introduction to “My Way (1991—2003)”, I will avoid unnecessary facts about this group, why they chose to recruit me, and how they knew so much about me before they approached me in April of 1991.

After meeting all of them, I returned home to Jackie and told her I would be leaving for a few days. After I left, I continued my conversations with this group almost the entire night, while we were traveling to Montana. They explained what they wanted me to do. They explained their way.

Their way was for me to make amends with my ex-wife and family. They had located and purchased a parcel of land for me in Victor, Montana. They wanted me to relocate our bus to this property and start helping them with their work, which is now known as A Marvelous Work and a Wonder^®.

Long story short, doing what they asked of me … because I did it their way … my father and ex-wife were finally successful at defrauding the courts and law enforcement of the State of Montana and taking away all of my legal rights as Brittany’s and Joshua’s father.

If this was their way, I wanted nothing further to do with it. I gave them back the money they had given me, some tools they had provided for me, and their “gold plates,” and told them I wanted no part of their way. However, after losing custody of my two eldest children and before I made this decision, I had several long discussions with them. “There has to be a better way,” I had thought and argued.

Their way was all about getting people to open their minds so they could be taught the Real Truth^® about the way things REALLY are in this world, and the way things REALLY were in the past. In order to open their minds, their way included continuing the story of the “gold plates.” This story began with Joseph Smith, Jr. and his “translation” of the “unsealed” part of the plates. I was recruited and asked to translate the “sealed”, “greater” portion of the plates. I knew what was going on. I also understood their reasonings, one of which was that the LDS/Mormon Church had become so corrupt and was misusing the Book of Mormon fraudulently. This was harming the credibility of this book, which was their book and part of their way.

This group didn’t have to convince me of how corrupt that church was and how the members were being deceived by their pride and egos. I personally had seen this to such an extent that my own father had acted in a most malicious way, thinking he was doing the “right thing.” I knew what this religion, and every other one, had done to the people living on Earth. But I argued that it didn’t matter in the long run, because these people were living the life they were meant to live, according to the true purpose for which the earth and its solar system exists.

We had a lot of arguments, some of them heated … on my side. Their side never got heated. They were concerned about me and my unhappiness. But I didn’t think they understood. They weren’t fathers! They didn’t have normal relationships. And they certainly didn’t have a LDS/Mormon family like mine! I had moved away from these people (my family) so as to not disrupt their beliefs and lifestyles. I didn’t want to be part of them. But their way was that I should reconcile with my family and live a secret life of working with this group behind the scenes … to do their work, their way.

I had had my two oldest children, and the law had been on my side! And now, because I had tried to do it their way, I lost my children! The emotions of a father were too great.

I rejected the idea that we needed to keep lying to people who believed in lies in order to accomplish the following:

1. To gain their trust enough so that they would open their minds to new information, especially as it is presented in the Real Illuminati^®’s sealed portion of the gold plates.
2. To help this world understand the Real Truth^® about human existence, and the ways the people of the earth needed to change in order to save themselves from their eventual destruction.

I ended my relationship with the Real Illuminati^® in the fall of 1991. From that time to the fall of 2003, I did everything I could think of to do things differently … to do things “My Way.”

These incredibly intelligent people knew I had to learn what they already knew: No person would change their mind, which would then change their heart and deeds, unless they wanted to change. No one would stop believing in the deception and manipulation that had been done to them, until THEY WANTED TO END IT.

Well does the song state: “What a Fool believes, he sees. The wise man has the power.”

I knew I was wise … at least as wise as this group of people … so I had deceived myself to believe. During the fall of 1991 to the fall of 2003, for 12 years, I tried my way. I needed that long to finally realize that my way is not the right way.

When the Real Illuminati^® approached me a second time, in the fall of 2003, and asked me to help them do it their way what could I say? My life was in shambles. My kids were not the type of people I wanted to be around. The world was falling apart. I was questioning what all the intelligence that had been downloaded into my brain in June of 1987 was good for. My ego wouldn’t let me believe that my intelligence was not just as good as theirs. However, 12 years of experience drove the point home!

THEIR WAY IS THE RIGHT WAY. THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.

Part of my way was explaining the things that I knew, the Real Truth^®, in ways that people could accept, in ways that people could understand, in ways that could penetrate the hardness of their hearts and blindness of their minds. Admittedly, I would originally have to use lies and deceptions in my attempt to get people to open their minds. Or at least until the people became like I was, and like my predecessor Joseph Smith, Jr. was, when we approached the only god we knew, with a broken heart and contrite spirit, wanting to know the Real Truth^®.

There is a huge difference in how Joseph and I approached God and how most people do. Joseph and I did not approach God asking to help other people, to become a prophet, seer, or revelator. Neither of us had any desire to become any more than what we felt we were: humble mortals who were sick and tired of all the lies. We first wanted to know if there actually was a God, a Higher Power, that was aware of us and cared.

Well could it be said, “He who doesn’t want the job is the right one for it.”

I didn’t want the job. I still don’t want the job. I have no doubt that doing the job causes others to hate me, and some, to want to kill me.

No one in my position, with my knowledge, has lasted long among people who are comfortable in their lies and deceptions. When I did it their way, I lost credibility among many when their way didn’t work. Their way has failed humanity … NO …

Humanity has failed their way.

When they left me in 2022, it was because they had tried everything they could to help humanity. When they left, I realized there was no hope for this earth, for this solar system.

Neither of our ways worked.

This solar system is NOT fulfilling the measure of its creation.

I do not expect that anything I do for the remainder of my life will make a dent in the wickedness, hardheartedness, and blind minds of the human race.

If it weren’t for the few … very few … I would live, isolated, alone in “a cavity of a rock” observing the imminent downfall of the human race.

Now, I am doing it my way. However, I’ve learned from my mistakes … they never made any mistakes.

I’m doing it my way for me … and for the very few who like “My Way.”

Enjoy the Reality Quest newsletters. You’ll find out how hard I tried.