Grandkids, you might be wondering what that last chapter, “Greater Love Hath No Man,” was all about and why I use so much religious scripture in my autobiography.
I use the scripture out of profound respect for my mentors who have dedicated their existence to the eradication of religion. In seeking to get rid of religion, my mentors had to write their own scriptures to counter what humans believe to be the “word of God.”
My autobiography is about MY life. It includes events that led me to becoming isolated and a nobody to this world. You might be interested to know why I live in a “cavity of a rock” (figuratively), which basically means I am hidden from the world and that no one knows exactly where I live at any given time.
You might want to know why I have little to no association (physical interaction) with other humans who may know me because of what I do for the Marvelous Work and a Wonder® and The Humanity Party® or with any other who might be aware of my claim of being the earth’s last and final True Messenger.
Because you are my grandchildren, don’t you want to know why I wasn’t a part of your life while you were growing up?
The reason why I use a lot of religious scripture in my autobiography is to impress upon your minds how much effort my mentors have made to counter the devastating effects that religion has had on our human society. These negative effects are profound. Nothing religion has ever done has been positive for the entire human race, largely because people are deceived into believing that there exists a higher power than that which mortal humans have and exercise on Earth.
My mentors are incredible human beings. You’d be incredible too if you had as much experience as they have living with people on this earth. They know about everything that one could possibly know about human nature and how people have acted while engaged in the experience of mortal life upon Earth. They have witnessed how religious belief has destroyed humanity. They will tell you that religious belief IS the MAIN CAUSE of the downfall of every human society that has failed. They will tell you that religious belief is what stands in the way of the people of this world successfully setting up a peaceful and fair society.
Now, let’s make sure you understand what I mean when Grandpa writes “religious belief.”
Religious belief is the idea that something or someone, other than the individual person, has influence or care over the individual.
This idea is supported and reinforced in the cognitive paradigm (inner workings of the mind and how a person views experiences and interprets life) of every person born into this world, starting out as an infant. There is no doubt that little children need someone (a parent) or something (a community organization) to influence and care for them. Without this, children could not exist upon Earth.
Because of our first experiences upon Earth as little children, it is easy for the inner workings of our mind to feel, accept, and believe that there is, was, and always will be someone with a higher and stronger power than children. People are conditioned and want to believe that someone or something that cares about them, leads them, walks beside them, helps them find the way, and teaches them all that they must do … to live with God someday.
Yeah, I just put in a few lines of a popular song children are taught at church, I Am a Child of God:
I am a child of God,
And He has sent me here
Has given me an earthly home
With parents kind and dear.
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday.
I am a child of God,
And so my needs are great;
Help me to understand his words
Before it grows too late.
I am a child of God.
Rich blessings are in store;
If I but learn to do his will
I’ll live with him once more.
Think about the words to the above song. It was introduced into Grandpa’s mind when he was just a little child.
As a child, and as a religious adult, I sang it hundreds of times, many times singing it in my own head when I was alone and needed comfort.
And so the inculcation (instilled by persistent instruction) of religious belief began.
Okay, so God has sent me here and given me an earthly home … with parents … BUT …
What happened to “the parents kind and dear” part in Grandpa’s home-life (what this autobiography is about) AND for the home-life experience of the majority of people living upon Earth?
Most people do not have “parents kind and dear.” Most parents can’t be kind and dear because of the enormous amount of stress they are continually under trying to “give an earthly home” to their children. Where is God? What is God doing to help the parents provide this home that God supposedly gave the child? More importantly, why isn’t God helping the parents have less of a stressful life so that they can be more “kind and dear” to the child?
According to the above song’s lyrics, God has blown it big time, because in many cases He has not provided His children with an earthly home with parents kind and dear. But it sure sounds good. Right?
And what little children thinks their parents aren’t kind and dear?
People don’t figure out that their parents aren’t that kind and dear until they become adults and look back at their lives. That’s when most of us realize that our parents were not that kind and dear.
But we didn’t realize it as children. It didn’t matter how much our dad beat us, or how much our step-mother berated us (cut us down), or whether our own mother abandoned us, or how poor we were … none of this matters to little children.
To little children, parents are God.
But then the rest of the song’s lyrics manifest themselves.
Children are taught that God will lead them, guide them, walk besides them, help them find the way, and teach them all that they must do to live with God someday.
Some might think that this is a simple and innocent child’s song that doesn’t do any harm. Right?
A child’s god IS the parents. That’s all the little child knows at first. The child’s home and needs are provided for by the parents, not by an unseen and unknown God. The child cannot comprehend what or who God is. Think about what a little child, with bright eyes and an impressionable soul, thinks as the song is taught to them. Consider that the child doesn’t understand things very well at this point … “help me to understand [God’s] word.”
“Before it grows too late”!
What in the world does that mean to a little child?
Then top that off with:
“Rich blessings are in store IF I but learn to do his will, I’ll live with [God] once more.”
Again, the little child doesn’t know God. The little child only knows the parents.
“What?” thinks the little child. “If I don’t do what I am supposed to do I can’t live with my parents anymore?”
That there, Folks, is emotional child abuse.
And to top it all off, the child starts to learn that the ONLY way that the child will be able to stay with the parents in the Eternal Family Unit is to understand what God wants that child to do and then do it. If not, if it grows too late that child will never see her or his parents … or God … again.
Are you beginning to see, Grandkids, how people get messed up in the head because of religious belief? It starts from the very moment their parents introduce them to the concept of God, then kick them out of the house.
But where did the concept of God begin?
Who thought of inventing a God that was more capable of loving a person than a parent could, or was supposed to?
When did parents start being godlike to the child?
And when did parents stop caring for the little child?
How did this messed-up world start to believe and feel good about creating a little child from two people having sex and introducing the child into the world? When did it become okay to care for the child for a few years, only to then tell the aged child that the child has to leave their “earthly home with parents kind and dear.” How did it become okay to then send our children to go live in a world that doesn’t care at all about them?
Oh, yeah. When children are kicked out of the house and left on their own to deal with this messed-up world, they can now turn to “God.” This is when God comes in and starts to influence the children. He begins to do for the children what the parents previously did for the children, or what they were supposed to do for the children residing in their “earthly home with parents kind and dear,” to which God supposedly sent the children.
Aged children whose now-adult principle cognitive paradigms were foundationalized from being cared for, guided, inspired, told what to do and how to do it, who don’t have God to help them, are going to have some serious mental issues. It becomes easy to understand why these aged children probably need a lot of medication to mitigate the fact that the world sucks.
Yep, anti-depressants can do the same thing that a belief in a caring and loving God can do for a person’s emotional well-being.
And guess what?
The group of modern mortals that, per capita, takes more prescription anti-depressant medication than any other group on Earth, is … drum roll … extended drum roll:
Members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints … i.e., those who have sung I Am a Child of God hundreds of times throughout their lives.
It all started at the end of the First Dispensation of Human Time, billions of years ago. It all started when advanced humans became engaged in the mortal experience and started doing things during the experience that resulted in gender, sex, and the creation of a body through sex, which became the creation of a child. None of these things were ever supposed to be a part of our mortal experience … ABSOLUTELY NONE!
Humans did not start out on this earth as little children. Think of it this way:
Earth advances hundreds of thousands of years into the future. We figure out how to eliminate aging, sickness, and most forms of death. We learn how to live in space by creating other planets. We learn how to create a new sun. We go into space and create and new sun. The new sun’s creation pushes all other solar systems further away, like a rock being thrown in a calm lake where there are leaves on the lake’s surface. The rock’s violent, explosive entrance in the lake does not destroy the leaves floating on top, but pushes them out away from where the rock entered the lake. Think of the universe as an infinite, never-ending lake without a shoreline, and a leaf as a solar system of planets.
We create this sun and then put a new earth in the new solar system to which we can travel to and vacation. Little kids don’t care at all about vacationing. They’re fine as long as they don’t get bored at home. Parents, however, love to vacation.
The only humans that travel to the new earth are adults, because adults created the new earth to have adult activities. So, life experience on the new earth begins and a bunch of adults, 15.07 billion of them, travel to the new earth to have some new experiences dealing with each other and the new earth’s environment.
So, where are all the kids on this new earth? They stay back at home getting the most out of their new life. But in our situation, hundreds of thousands of years resulted in a population of 15.07 billion people on this earth.
We learned that there isn’t enough space or resources for any more. So we stopped having kids. We learned that gendered bodies have all kinds of problems, so the advanced mortal bodies that we create for ourselves are more perfect and didn’t include the hormones that make us want to have sex. And, because we don’t age, we are all adults. As adults we created the new earth, for our adult activities. There are no children on our home earth to travel to the new earth on vacation.
And that, Grandkids, is how this earth came into existence. At first, there were no kids, no sex, no gender—just a bunch of advanced adults vacationing for a new experience.
(More details on the above will be given in The Dream of Mortal Life book.)
But anyways …
Two of my mentors are from this First Dispensation of Time. They have personally witnessed how advanced vacationing adults started screwing up this cool vacation destination.
They know how the earth became what it is, how the vast oceans developed, and how Earth’s weather became unpredictable and uncontrollable. They have personally witnessed countless plants and animals being created by humans for a specific purpose, some to kill other animals, some to kill humans—all created by the selfish nature of fallen mortal kind.
And the most devastating mortal invention of all … the thing that has deceived mortal minds more than any other thing … the thing that is responsible not only for the ability of the human race to unite and make this world what it was meant to be, but is directly responsible for the demise of the human race (five different times in the past) is …
Religion was and is invented by fallen mortals who want influence over other fallen mortals. Searching to fill the need for recognition and value, opportunistic individuals create an idea that something or someone, other than the individual person, has influence or care over the individual. These unscrupulous (having or showing no moral principles) ones convince many aged children that God loves them, even though the aged child’s parents might not. These people play on what is foundationalized into most mortal’s mind: a God that takes the place of the parent.
Now, are these people to be blamed? Not really. Religion is to be blamed.
And what religious principle is one of the worst of all?
Well, I’ll let my mentors tell you … in the religious prose they invented to counter religion, in their Book of Mormon:
First, the Brothers present the dilemma that all True Messenger’s go through when they are forced to speak harshly to people … “Like you do sometimes, Grandpa?” Yep.
1 The words which Jacob, the brother of Nephi, spake unto the people of Nephi, after the death of Nephi:
2 Now, my beloved brethren, I, Jacob, according to the responsibility which I am under to God, to magnify mine office [as a True Messenger] with soberness, and that I might rid my garments of your sins, I come up into the temple this day that I might declare unto you the word of God.
3 And ye yourselves know that I have hitherto been diligent in the office of my calling; but I this day am weighed down with much more desire and anxiety for the welfare of your souls than I have hitherto been.
4 For behold, as yet, ye have been obedient unto the word of the Lord, which I have given unto you.
5 But behold, hearken ye unto me, and know that by the help of the all-powerful Creator of heaven and earth I can tell you concerning your thoughts, how that ye are beginning to labor in sin, which sin appeareth very abominable unto me, yea, and abominable unto God.
6 Yea, it grieveth my soul and causeth me to shrink with shame before the presence of my Maker, that I must testify unto you concerning the wickedness of your hearts.
7 And also it grieveth me that I must use so much boldness of speech concerning you [especially having to swear so many times], before your wives and your children, many of whose feelings are exceedingly tender and chaste and delicate before God, which thing is pleasing unto God;
8 And it supposeth me that they have come up hither to hear the pleasing word of God, yea, the word which healeth the wounded soul.
9 Wherefore, it burdeneth my soul that I should be constrained, because of the strict commandment which I have received from God, to admonish you according to your crimes, to enlarge the wounds of those who are already wounded, instead of consoling and healing their wounds; and those who have not been wounded, instead of feasting upon the pleasing word of God have daggers placed to pierce their souls and wound their delicate minds.
10 But, notwithstanding the greatness of the task, I must do according to the strict commands of God, and tell you concerning your wickedness and abominations, in the presence of the pure in heart, and the broken heart, and under the glance of the piercing eye of the Almighty God.
11 Wherefore, I must tell you the truth according to the plainness of the word of God. For behold, as I inquired of the Lord, thus came the word unto me, saying: [CHRISTOPHER], get thou up into the temple on the morrow, and declare the word which I shall give thee unto this people.
—BOM, Jacob 2:1–11.
Jacob goes on to tell the people that their economic success in the world that created inequality and poverty is a sin that “appeareth very abominable unto me, yea, and abominable unto God.” This part of the story couldn’t be clearer about the sin of wealth, yes, even the desire for wealth—that wealth should NOT be desired except for one thing: “to clothe the naked, and to feed the hungry, and to liberate the captive, and administer relief to the sick and the afflicted.”
Yeah, listen up you who are rich and successful according to the world, ESPECIALLY YOU LDS/MORMONS WHO HAVE CREATED AND SUPPORT THE ONE OF THE RICHEST CHURCHES IN THIS MESSED UP WORLD!
These are not my words! They are your God’s words!
12 And now behold, my brethren, this is the word which I declare unto you, that many of you have begun to search for gold, and for silver, and for all manner of precious ores, in the which this land, which is a land of promise unto you and to your seed, doth abound most plentifully.
13 And the hand of providence hath smiled upon you most pleasingly, that you have obtained many riches [IT DOES NOT SAY THAT THE HAND OF GOD HAS SMILED UPON YOU, IT SAYS THE “HAND OF PROVIDENCE” … LOOK IT UP!]; and because some of you have obtained more abundantly than that of your brethren ye are lifted up in the pride of your hearts, and wear stiff necks and high heads because of the costliness of your apparel, and persecute your brethren because ye suppose that ye are better than they.
YE WHO SHOP AT CITY CREEK MALL AND HAVE THE SECURITY REMOVE ANYONE THAT ISN’T THERE TO BUY COSTLY APPAREL, ESPECIALLY NOT A HOMELESS PERSON. I SWEAR, I AM GOING TO GO TO CITY CREEK MALL, where there is a river running through it that comes from the fountain atop a great and spacious building where all the Mormons meet to hear nonsense spewing out of the mouths of their leaders … I’m going to get a stick, put some fishing line on it, and try to catch one of the beautiful trout swimming in the small river. Yeah, I’m going to look just like Jesus, with long hair, a beard,
… and when Church Security or City Creek Security approaches me to tell me to stop fishing there, this is what I’m going to say:
“Isn’t all this owned by Jesus?”
“What would Jesus do if he were hungry, or he saw someone else who is hungry, and he knew where there were fish to catch and eat?
“And also, I didn’t pay my taxes last year and I know that there’s a coin or two in one of these fish’s mouth.”
But anyways …
14 And now, my brethren, do ye suppose that God justifieth you in this thing? Behold, I say unto you, Nay. But he condemneth you, and if ye persist in these things his judgments must speedily come unto you.
15 O that he would show you that he can pierce you, and with one glance of his eye he can smite you to the dust!
16 O that he would rid you from this iniquity and abomination. And, O that ye would listen unto the word of his commands, and let not this pride of your hearts destroy your souls!
17 Think of your brethren like unto yourselves, and be familiar with all and free with your substance, that they may be rich like unto you.
18 But before ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God.
19 And after ye have obtained a hope in Christ ye shall obtain riches, if ye seek them; and ye will seek them for the intent to do good—to clothe the naked, and to feed the hungry, and to liberate the captive, and administer relief to the sick and the afflicted.
So, if you have millions of dollars in your retirement account or in the bank, YOU HAVE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE HOPE IN CHRIST AND YOU’RE NOT DOING WITH MONEY THAT YOU EARN WHAT CHRIST WOULD DO! Your savings and retirement account testify of your wickedness and abomination!
20 And now, my brethren, I have spoken unto you concerning pride; and those of you which have afflicted your neighbor, and persecuted him because ye were proud in your hearts, of the things which God hath given you, what say ye of it?
21 Do ye not suppose that such things are abominable unto him who created all flesh? And the one being is as precious in his sight as the other. And all flesh is of the dust; and for the selfsame end hath he created them, that they should keep his commandments and glorify him forever.
Jacob goes on to explain that he wishes he didn’t have to call out the people IN THE LATTER-DAYS READING HIS WORDS; that he could end his preaching with telling the people to start taking care of the poor and needy. But he was constrained to tell the people about a “grosser crime”.
And what was this “grosser crime”?
Let’s review in brief what has happened so far in Grandpa’s life:
Jackie was accused of committing child abuse to Brittany and Joshua. They couldn’t charge me, too, or they would have been obligated to take Brandon and Caleb from abusive parents. They claimed that while I was away from home at work, Jackie would abuse Brittany and Joshua because they weren’t her natural children.
Knowing this was a total lie … even though there is “documentation” proving it … (Here’s a link to the initial report:CMN- Sheriff’s Report.) … but knowing that Brittany had some problems with Jackie, I made a decision that would devastate me for a few months. I took Joshua from the Department of Family Services custody and left Brittany to be with Paula. That day was hard for me. But little Joshua clung to my arm at DFS office and pleaded for me not to leave him. Brittany hid her face in her hands and cried. I figured if I could just flee with Joshua, I would come back one day for Brittany.
We fled DFS and were able to avoid the local, state, and federal law enforcement officials. It was reported to a local Montana newspaper by Chris Hoffman, a Sheriff’s Deputy at the time, that I had one of the “most intelligent criminal minds” that he had ever witnessed, evidenced by my ability to flee justice with a pregnant wife and three little boys. What no one else knew was that after I thrown the “rocks” in a field, T found them and returned them to me. He did this before he left me, when I informed my mentors what I wanted to do with their work.
I used these rocks to stay ahead of the authorities and have one of the “most intelligent criminal minds.” Oh yeah, Baby!
I knew how easy it was to deceive and manipulate religious minds. I utilized the help of Kyle Williams, as is reported in, A Poor Fool For A Client. But I did not reveal anything about the “rocks” or the experience of taking my fugitive family to Oregon and manipulating the LDS/Mormon people living there to care for us and give us everything we needed. The manipulation was easy and a way that I knew would make the LDS/Mormon people feel that God and the Holy Spirit were leading them, guiding them, and walking beside them as they took in our family. And what was the story I invented to have God give their leaders the command to care for and protect us?
Jackie and I were fleeing from polygamy, from a controlling and abusive Mormon Fundamentalist community. The ruse worked perfectly! God told the Mormon leaders to help us in every way possible. In fact, God threw in the name, with a little help from me, of one of the twelve LDS apostles, David B. Haight. It was Haight who I met with as a security officer and who told me that a good person wouldn’t enter someone’s home on Christmas Eve and tell the children that Santa Claus wasn’t real.
Throwing around Haight’s name worked. Court records will verify that the powerful LDS/Mormon Church’s legal team filed a petition in Federal Court to give me, Jackie, Joshua, Brandon, and Caleb new legal names and identities. They set the petition for hearing in front of a federal judge in Oregon. But I knew that going in front of a federal judge and testifying that we were people fleeing Mormon Fundamentalism was a felony. I wasn’t about to commit a felony. The day before the hearing was to be held, we disappeared from Oregon and made our way back to Salt Lake City, Utah.
Yeah, I suppose that one could make the claim that I had a very intelligent “criminal mind.” But as I continue with the facts of my life, one will see that I have NEVER, EVER used this intelligence to hurt or take advantage of another person. I used it for good. I used it in an attempt to help a few innocent women ACTUALLY escape from the abominable, sinful messed-up religious ideas of Mormon Fundamentalist polygamists.
Before I go into the detail of how I got involved in polygamy, I need to say something good about my father.
Yes, my father was the one who hired the Montana attorney for Paula and Carl Ladenburg to take the kids from us. He was an ex-police officer. He knew how to interview people. He read the police report of child abuse. And then he started doing the right thing. He went to Montana and investigated the child abuse claims. He interviewed his granddaughter, Brittany. He found the claims to be nonsense. His heart finally opened and he knew that he had done a terrible thing in ripping Brittany and Joshua away from me and Jackie the way that it happened.
From Oregon we went back to Utah. My father and I reconnected and now he was on my side and wanted to do anything he could to repair the damage he had caused. As the federal, state, and local authorities were looking for us … because Jackie and I had been charged with felony kidnapping … not parental kidnapping … but FELONY KIDNAPPING as if I had stolen a child that wasn’t my own … the authorities began to investigate and talk to all of my relatives. They talked to everyone, including my mother, Di Heath. They talked to grandmas, to my siblings, and to my father. My dad knew we were living with my sister Leslie’s mother, Joyce, in Salt Lake City. (Joyce was my mother’s best friend at the time my dad … according to my mother … cheated on her, leading to their divorce. Leslie was the result of the affair.)
My dad didn’t tell the authorities anything.
I found a job in Salt Lake with a wealthy family, Larry and Robin Webster. The Webster’s built a mansion (one of the largest homes in Utah at that time) and needed a person to do their maintenance, gardening, etc. I was the man. I came to know the Websters as family. I would do things for the Webster kids—Dori, Wayne, Scott, and Lance (they had another sister who lived in Australia … the Websters were from Australia). Regardless of what others might think about them, I had only the best of memories and experience with the Websters. I trusted them and they trusted me with their property, their children, and their lives.
Larry Webster and his brother (I forgot his name) married sisters, just like my older brother and I had. This extended family included an older woman, whom the family called Dot. I thought she was one of the kindest, most considerate women I had ever met outside of the few who I knew personally. Dot had two daughters, Robyn and another whose name escapes me. Robyn married Larry and Larry’s brother (I forgot his name) married Robyn’s sister. Robyn’s niece, Kelly, was also one with whom I had brief encounters.
I couldn’t have worked for a better family. They all treated me with the greatest respect and love. Robyn Webster, in my mind, was the epitome of kindness and consideration for others. This was from my personal experience. They were wealthy. I knew what wealth did to people. But my experiences with the Websters proved to me that there are very good and humane wealthy people in this world, who genuinely cared about people. I can see how influential my experiences working for the Websters would be for me to become a True Messenger for all people.
There is kindness to be found in the hearts of all mortals, regardless of how they live their life. I needed the experience with the Websters to reconfirm this to me. In contrast, the Websters would divorce and sell their mansion to Earl Holding, billionaire, owner of Sinclair Oil, owner of a chain of 5-star hotels, who, ironically, left his mark on this earth by building the most opulent, prestigious, and high-class hotel in Salt Lake City, Utah—the Grand America Hotel. I stayed on for a time and worked for Chris and Ann Holding-Peterson, who lived in the mansion the Websters had sold to them. Chris Peterson was a reasonable guy, who treated me with respect and kindness; Ann Holding-Peterson … not so much.
But get this:
I took the Peterson children to school and to daycare. I bathed the little girl, when the nanny was sick, and did about everything else a person could possibly do for that family.
The Peterson’s had a little boy. His name was Christian. Christian worked outside with me a lot. He was about 7-years-old at time. I asked Christian if he wanted to go with me to 7-Eleven and get a slurpee.
“What’s 7-Eleven?” he asked. He had never been to a store that wasn’t a place were wealthy people shopped. He loved it. Christian and I became pretty close.
One day, out of the blue, Christian asked me, “Chris, do you go to church?”
“No. I don’t go to church,” I responded.
“I don’t like going to church,” he continued. “But my dad said that you can’t be good if you don’t go to church.”
“Do you think I’m bad for not going to church?” I continued.
I forgot all about this short conversation that Christian and I had until about a week later.
I was called to the main offices of the Sinclair Oil Company located on South Temple in downtown Salt Lake City. I was told to meet with Chris Peterson, who was a Senior Vice President for Sinclair. Because I worked for him at his and Ann’s mansion, I didn’t think much about it. I rarely saw him come home because I would leave before he did. That’s why he called me to come to his office during the day.
“Chris, I know you are a religious person,” he began. “I know you know that kid’s minds are impressionable. Christian announced that he didn’t want to go to church anymore because you didn’t go and don’t think that you have to go to church to be good.”
Chris Peterson demanded that I never speak of religion with his son again and that I support their religious beliefs as Latter-day Saints.
The next day I demanded twice per hour more than what they were paying me or I was going to quit. I quit before they gave me an answer. Disturbed at my sudden absence, and knowing what I knew about the intimate details of the Holding and Peterson families, they had an attorney call me and ask me what my intentions were. They had done some research and found out all about my once fugitive status and that I was a polygamist. (I’ll get the chronological order correct of these events below.)
The Websters were wealthy. They were not as wealthy as the Holdings. But when it comes to kindness, compassion, and respect for all people, the Holdings don’t hold a candle to the Websters. For my future role, I would need both contrasts. There are good wealthy people and bad wealthy people, and I needed the firsthand experience to know it.
I never heard another thing about the Holdings and Petersons after their attorney drilled me about the information I had on the family. But one day, I went to Wendy’s, a local hamburger place. There was Christian and his mom, Ann.
“Mom, there’s Chris!” Christian yelled out.
Ann Holding-Peterson gave me the weirdest stare and hurried her son out of there.
I’m not sure whatever happened to Christian. He might read these things about him and me, and if he turned out to be a honest man, although his brief life experience with me might be embarrassing, he will affirm the experience as truthful.
Now back to my time with the Websters.
I started working for them in the summer 1991 after Jackie and I made our way to Salt Lake City. I was a fugitive on the run and the Webster family had no idea. I finally couldn’t bear thinking about little Brittany and what she might have been thinking about all of this. I met with Larry Webster in his home office and confessed.
“Don’t tell anyone else,” he responded. “Your little girl will find you someday. We’ll keep you safe working for us.”
I didn’t heed Larry’s advice. I wanted to let Brittany know that her father loved her and cared about her. I decided I was going to tell my story to a local newspaper, Salt Lake Tribune. I called the newspaper and told them I was a fugitive and that I wanted to tell my side of the story before I turned myself into authorities. The newspaper sent, Jon Ure, one of their best reporters. Jon and I talked for a few hours and he gave me a ride to the Salt Lake City jail to turn myself in.
I have given a lot of the detail about what happened next in A Poor Fool For A Client.
My dad had moved our 30′ converted school bus to Utah so we had a place to live while I was fighting the charges in Montana. We parked the bus where my brother, Kevin, and his wife Nita, were living at 1272 Colorado St, Rose Park, Utah. I delivered Jackie’s and my first daughter, Sariah, on December 25, 1991.
While living in the bus, shortly after Sariah’s birth, K-Talk radio producers contacted me. They had read in the newspaper about me and how I became “disillusioned” with the LDS Church after being employed as a Security Officer. (This was mentioned in Ure’s first story of the incident … the picture of this story is not the one above.) Radio hosts, Joe Redburn and Hank Hathaway wanted to talk to me about my experiences behind-the-scenes at the Church. Curiously, and somewhat upsetting to me at the time, they didn’t want to talk about the kidnapping charge.
The show was scheduled for 8:00 a.m. on March 16, 1992. I was pretty upset then about what had happened. I had a lot to say about how corrupt the Church was and I wanted to throw in a few things about the sealed part of the Book of Mormon, which I knew mentors were about to reveal to the world.
I arrived at the K-Talk studios about 7:30 a.m. I met with a lady, Kay Henry, who was another host and very kind. She mentioned that she wanted me on her show and would have her producer contact me. Shortly after talking with Kay, the producer of the Redburn/Hathaway show came out and told me that a major earthquake had just happened and that they would have to cancel my appearance to cover the earthquake. Yeah. Really!
And that was that.
Think what you may, but “God” obviously didn’t think it was the right time to introduce the final True Messenger to the world. I would later come to know that was exactly why the earthquake was needed.
K-Talk radio was known for its protection of the right of free speech. A lot of Mormon Fundamentalists (polygamists) listen to K-Talk. One of them, Ogden Kraut, called K-Talk and asked for my phone number. Kraut called me and told me he wanted me to speak to a group of people who had left the Church and were interested in what I had to say about my experiences behind-the-scenes as a Security Officer.
“Why not?” I thought to myself. I told Kraut to set up the meeting and let me know when it was scheduled.
What was I going to tell these people?
How much about the “Three Nephites” and “John the Beloved” was I willing to reveal? Was I willing to go out on my own and try to change people’s minds about religion my way?
Here’s what I decided to do for this group that Ogden Kraut had put together:
At an earlier time, out of curiosity, I had used the rocks to preview what was written on the plates. I was not allowed to write anything down at that time, but I kind of remembered what I had read. I sat down and wrote a few pages from memory of some of what I remembered seeing on the first plate of the “gold plates” that my mentors had given me.
My intention was to tell the group that, while going through documents, I had stumbled upon some writings that were supposed to be from the sealed portion of the gold plates. That was my way of not revealing anything about my mentors, but trying out their way, which was to present new scripture. I wanted to see how it would work. However, if I said that I was the one who had been chosen to do the sealed portion, I highly doubted that this group would believe me, unless I could continue to produce the actual sealed portion. I knew that I couldn’t, as I had already told the Brothers to f*** off.
I wrote what I could remember and made some copies. Eventually I was contacted by a guy, who wasn’t Ogden Kraut but who was calling on Kraut’s behalf. He informed me of the meeting and its location. I went and presented my story.
There I was, in a group of mostly Fundamentalist Mormons who I knew believed in polygamy. I had them in the palm of my hand, or rather, I had their Holy Ghosts alert and attentive. It was something else to see how easy it was to present a bunch of nonsense to the religious-minded and have them under my control. I can’t remember everything that I told them, but what I did tell them, was a bunch of nonsense. I passed out the copies of what I had written from my memory to the people who attended there.
After the meeting, the people, in awe, came up to shake my hand.
“Hello. My name is Gary Batchelor. Do you believe that the principle of plural marriage is a true principle?” Batchelor said.
I remember my response exactly:
“Well, if you believe in Mormonism and Joseph Smith, you gotta believe in polygamy. Right?”
“Do you want to come over to my house and talk some more?” he continued.
I followed Gary Batchelor to a home where one of his plural wives, his second wife, Mary Morrison, lived. I first met his daughter, Amy. She was a cute little girl, to whom I was introduced. She was the oldest daughter of Gary’s first wife, Vicky Batchelor.
We sat at the kitchen table and Gary snapped his fingers together about three times. Out of another room in the house appeared a beautiful, young, very meek, very quiet, very submissive, Marcee Kay Jaynes, the first cousin of Mary Morrison.
“Fix us some dinner,” Gary mandated.
Marcee was gentle and obeyed the command without saying a word. He didn’t even introduce me at this time.
“WTF was that?” I thought as I incredulously pondered on the scene of Batchelor snapping his fingers to have Marcee appear. I couldn’t believe it! I felt so sorry for Marcee.
I can’t truly remember what made me do it, but I started to mention to Batchelor that I had been chosen to translate the sealed portion of the Book of Mormon. But in the back of my mind, I wanted to save Marcee from this incredible brainwashing and spell under which Batchelor had her. I figured their way might work here. But also knew that I wasn’t actually going to be involved in publishing their sealed portion. It didn’t matter at this time. I wanted to see where all this was going to go.
Marcee scurried around, fed us dinner, and had to leave to take Amy back home. (Vicky lived in a different house.) Before she left, Gary introduced me as the one God had chosen to translated the gold plates’ sealed portion. I shook Marcee’s hand … and that made me care for her and her terrible situation even more.
After Marcee left, Batchelor proceeded to tell me how many men wanted Marcee. I asked him why he didn’t take Marcee as one of his wives.
“She’s not my type,” he responded.
Shortly after Joseph and Hyrum Smith were murdered on June 27, 1844, Brigham Young returned to Nauvoo to try to calm the devastated Saints. There were all kinds of men claiming authority in the Church. Young first met with Joseph’s and Hyrum’s mother, Lucy Mack Smith, who was at Emma Smith’s (Joseph’s widow) house. Young introduced the possibility of him taking Joseph’s place in the Church. Well, to put it gently, Emma Smith threw him out of her house.
The next day, Brigham and Heber C. Kimball met with Mary Fielding and Mercy Smith, Hyrum’s widows. Young proceeded to tell Mary his plans for her and her children. Young convinced Mary Fielding that her children would be important figures in the Church, and that he would see to it that they were. Mary and Emma didn’t get along with each other nearly as well as Emma and Jerusha (Hyrum’s love of his life who had died) had. There was always tension in the Smith family whenever Emma and Mary Fielding were around. Grandma Lucy Mack loved Jerusha’s children and often showed a lot of compassion and gentleness to them because they had lost their mother. Mary was the step-mother of these kids and was often jealous of her seemingly low place in the Smith family, especially below Emma Smith.
Mary Fielding was overjoyed that her children were so important to God’s plans for His kingdom under the direction of Brigham Young. Young told Mary that Heber C. Kimball would be her new husband and take care of her and make sure her children stayed close to the Church under Young’s leadership.
Lucy Mack and Emma got wind of the promises Young made to Mary Fielding. These women were angry, to say the least. They confronted Young and rebuked him for what he had done.
“Hyrum’s body was barely cold in the ground before Heber C. Kimball started courting Mary Fielding at the behest of Young. Hyrum’s mourning widow was flattered by the all the attention she received. Six weeks hadn’t yet passed after Hyrum’s death before Mary and Heber were married. Emma was livid! She knew how Joseph felt about marrying too quickly after the death of one’s companion.** Heber attempted to calm Emma by stating that his intentions were only to make sure that Mary was cared for properly. To which Emma responded, “You licentious Fein! Then why not take her sister Mercy?” Mercy was much more homely than her sister, Mary, which was something that Kimball couldn’t overlook. Emma never spoke to Heber again. Kimball would go on to marry 7 more women before the end of 1844, 4 more in 1845, and another 18 in 1846.
**The question was often asked Joseph, “Do Mormons believe in having more wives than one?” To which he responded, “No, not at the same time. But they believe that if their companion dies, they have a right to marry again. But we do disapprove of the custom, which has gained in the world, and has been practiced among us, to our great mortification, in marrying in five or six weeks, or even in two or three months, after the death of their companion. We believe that due respect ought to be had to the memory of the dead, and the feelings of both friends and children.” Joseph Smith, with ed. Joseph Fielding Smith, Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1938) 119.
Yep, Mercy Fielding Smith, like Marcee Kay Jaynes, wasn’t Kimball ‘s and Batchelor’s type! … YE LICENTIOUS FIENDS!
(Licentious: promiscuous and uncensored in sexual matters.
( … to be continued …)