The largest sacred aboriginal rock in the world is found in Australia it is symbolic to Daniel John Seppings and his faith to serve God with all his heart
As it is written: Watch ye therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh. For the kingdom of heaven is as a man traveling into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto them his goods. Matthew 25:13-14.
And I say unto thee that thou art Peter, and upon this rock will I build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shall bind on earth it shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shall loose on earth it shall be loosed in heaven. Matthew 16:18-19.
This is the biography of Daniel John Seppings, of his mission journey in the Americas.
His life at this time has been like that of the apostle Paul, without purse or script; his trek, mostly amongst the Native American Indians, has been physically and mentally challenging, and spiritually rewarding.
He has witnessed mighty miracles, including manifestations of Angels like John the Revelator who gave Daniel the power to open the sealed books; he has seen the three Nephites; and he has conversed face to face with the Lord, Jesus Christ while building up Zion in these last days.
In the short time of Daniel's existence, his wisdom and experiences have brought him to new level of understanding of God's will and His love.
Like the apostle Paul, Daniel has endured through great trials and tribulations when most people would have given up.
He sees his afflictions as experiences, that now, he says, he is grateful to the Lord for.
As it is written, there are many called, but few are chosen, and to live the life of faith, as the apostle Paul, one has to expect great opposition and tribulation to be chosen of God.
Daniel believes very strongly in the 13 th Article of Faith written by Joseph Smith, in particular, the passage …We may say that we follow the admonition of Paul—we believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things.
Like Job, Daniel has suffered the loss of his family, house and country, but still, his love of and faith in God endures, and he will not give up his testimony nor his love for the gospel. The prophet Joseph Smith sent missionaries, married men with young families away to other countries to serve missions for up to five years. These men were noted for their bravery and great faith to sacrifice their wives and family who became fatherless because some died and never returned home to their loved ones. This type of loyalty to God is what Daniel John Seppings seeks after and nothing less.
Daniel's love for the Gospel and his faith in the government of Zion, the New Jerusalem, has brought him many blessings and hidden treasures of knowledge concerning the will of God.
He invites all to come and partake of the living waters of Christ, in Zion, and prepare yourselves for the coming of Jesus Christ.
It was the 12 th of November 1995, and I had everything ready—my passport, my plane ticket, and small backpack with my sleeping bag. For the past two weeks, I had been sleeping in my van in Sherwood Forest in the mountains of Ferntree Gully. Every night, I would go up to the Sky High, a lookout on the mountain that over looks the whole city of Melbourne, Victoria Australia.
As I would look out, I would cry, knowing that in a short time I would be leaving my land, my family and my friends for the greatest sacrifice of my life, the mission that the Lord has called me to.
I was told I was not welcome at the parents home of my wife Sandra, where she and my daughters were staying. And my father also had threatened to commit me to an institution if he found me fasting and praying, or spoke of the LDS Church leaders as being in apostasy. I had no choice but to live like a fugitive in the mountains.
I came down to visit Sandra for the last time, on the 12 th of December. She had no idea that I would be leaving Australia the following day. I could not tell her for fear that she would stop me, but I came to invite her out to a restaurant to be alone with her for the last time, to talk with her and somehow prepare her to come after me once I had left for the U.S. But she refused to come out with me that day, so I took her instead into her bedroom and pleaded with her to just go down the road with me. I hugged her and told her that I loved her.
Her mother then pushed the door open and insisted that Sandra come out of the bedroom. I tried to hold back the bedroom door, and pleaded with her mother to permit us a few minutes alone, but she insisted and began pushing through the door forcefully. It was no use—I felt I was fighting a losing spiritual battle.
What made the situation even worse was that Sandra's brother Andrew was recovering from an horrific experience. He was possessed with a ferocious, violent spirit, that distorted his face and had thrown him from room to room in an uncontrollable violent rage. Sandra's mother was therefore overprotective of Sandra, after seeing her son's violent possession and the priesthood spending all day trying to cast out the devil, and would not allow me to spend even a few minutes alone with my wife.
I left the room and spent some time playing and talking with my daughters. Before it became too dark, I left their home for the last time.
I remember parking my car at the Footscray Mormon Chapel in the West of Victoria and opened the Bible to Luke 9:59-62:
And he said unto another, Follow me. But he said, Lord, suffer me first to go and bury my father. Jesus said unto him, Let the dead bury their dead: but go though and preach the Kingdom of God.
And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee; but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house. And Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the Kingdom of God.
I put the car keys into an envelope and sent it to Sandra from the airport post-office. It was 8:30 am, Friday morning, the 13 th of November 1995, when the plane took off. I started to cry and I said to myself this is it, there is no turning back now. I arrived in San Fransisco at 8:30 am, Friday morning, the 13 th of November. It was like I had been through a time warp taking me back in time.
When I arrived at the hotel, I called Sandra—I cried and cried, pleading with her to come to me, but she said she would not follow me. From then, I started my trek northward towards Washington State. President Hinckley of the LDS Church was at the time in a meeting with American President Clinton. Hinckley said he would support the gun-control policies being promoted by Clinton. As I looked of the photo of Gordon B. Hinckley and President Clinton, I felt violently sick, as I saw in Clinton a look of sarcasm and disdain that made me feel so low towards Hinckley and why he would be agreeing with anything that this anti-Christ would say or do.
I arrived in Washington State and there I began to testify to some Native Americans and Gentiles of my witnesses, but the Gentiles were angry with me for saying that the day of purification was at hand, and that they needed to flee Babylon, the Gentile Kingdom, and come to Zion to be delivered from the plagues that were coming to the earth, according to John the Revelator in Revelation 18:4-10.
As I said these things, the people cast me out of their presence. I opened the Bible to Luke 6:22-23, which says,
Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach you, and cast out your name as evil, for the son of man's sake. Rejoice ye in that day, and leap for joy: for, behold, your reward is great in heaven: for in the like manner was the prophets of old persecuted.
I decided to take my journey southward into Utah. It was while I was in Utah that I visited the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, which held the chapel of the Presidents Gordon B. Hinckley and James Faust. I was overwhelmed as this chapel was adorned with gold on the walls and ceilings. The building was a great and spacious area, with marble pillars and stained glass in the ceiling, with grand elevators. The building cost over $80 million dollars to renovate with all its ornate adorning.
As I had entered the chapel on a weekday, no one else was present. I fell to the floor at the pulpit and cried as I saw that the prophecy of Lehi and Moroni had been fulfilled right before my very eyes. As it is written,
For behold, ye do love money, and your substance, and your fine apparel, and the adorning of your churches, more than ye love the poor and the needy, the sick and the afflicted. Mormon 8:37
Since Hinckley has taken over the Church, he has spent billions of dollars on constructing great and spacious buildings and investing in major business enterprises (like mining, for instance), while making drastic cutbacks in aid for the impoverished saints in Latin America, closing down chapels whose financially poor members were not able to pay their tithing.
Hinckley has authorized the posting of signs around Temple gates' with derogative messages like “Don't give to panhandlers” to describe the poor who beg for food. He upgraded security to force away any homeless or beggars from Temple Square in Salt Lake City. Hinckley is in open rebellion to God and has treated the welfare for the poor with contempt. As it is written,
And also, ye yourselves will succor those that stand in need of your succor; ye will administer of your substance unto him that standeth in need; and ye will not suffer that the beggar putteth up his petition to you in vain, and turn him out to perish.
Perhaps though shalt say: The man has brought upon himself his misery; therefore I will stay my hand, and will not give unto him of my food, nor impart unto him of my substance that he may not suffer, for his punishments are just. But I say unto you, o man, whosoever doeth this the same hath great cause to repent; and except he repenteth of that which he hath done he perisheth forever, and hath no interest in the Kingdom of God. Mosiah 4:16-18.
I then took my journey to Manti in southern Utah and stayed with some Mormons. I met a family there from Provo, Utah and they offered to let me stay in their home for a little while. Newell Moss was his name and he would invite people to his home, while I was living there, so that I could teach them the Gospel.
One day I called Sandra again, but she was not at home. Instead, one of my daughters, who was alone in the house, talked with me. Candice told me mummy was not at home, and so I spoke with my daughter for a while. When Sandra came home she was angry with my daughter Candice and barred her from ever talking to me again. From that point on, Sandra totally cut me off from my family, changing her address and phone number. I remember the pain I suffered as my heart was broken—I could not go on teaching the gospel in the state I was in. I left again for southern Utah to the Rocky Mountains and lived in sackcloth and ashes.
After many days of suffering the elements in the place of the Navajo Indians, I decided to join Duane Pederson (the man I had welcomed into my home in Australia and who had shared his testimony with me of his experiences with the Church) in visiting the Navajo and Hopi Indian reservations in Southern Utah and Arizona.
While we were there, Duane and I were arrested and charged with trespassing on the Hopi Indian reservation and the Mormon chapel. One of the Mormon elders came with a large rock and threw it at Duane for sharing his testimony during sacrament with the Hopi's in the chapel. The judge said we were innocent of the charges, and warned us to be careful around the Mormon Church.
Duane and I then decided to return to Salt Lake City and confront Gordon B. Hinckley. I had grown a beard and was a changed man.
I returned to the Joseph Smith Memorial Building on a Sunday in May 1996. It was a fasting and testimony meeting. Gordon B. Hinckley and James E. Faust, members of the First Presidency, were attending the ward that day. As the spirit moved me, I went up to the pulpit and bore my testimony in front of the First Presidency and the congregation that day.
I began to cry and my first words were:
I have come from Australia seeking Zion, but instead, all around me here today, is Babylon. As I look in the congregation today, I see proud, rich, and materialistic people. How can you call yourselves saints when non-members are more humble than you are?
I walk around the Temple Square here in Salt Lake and all I see is vanity puffed up in pride and stiff-neckedness. You have signs that say ‘Don't give to panhandlers,' this derogative name mocking the poor and the needy. Don't you know that this is an abomination in the sight of God? I have just come from the Hopi and Navajo Indian reservations, and even as the prophet Alma said, ‘because of their exceeding poverty, they are more humble than you,' [see Alma 32:1-19].
I have met these Lamanites sleeping in parks and under cars… it is a real shame for the Latter-Day Saints. The people whom we have benefited from with their history in the Book of Mormon, now lie in the streets, desolate and broken. The church is guilty of being discriminative and racist against them. How long do you think God will tolerate this hypocrisy? The time will come when you all will be begging for mercy, wracked in your own conscience of guilt, because of your love for money, power and the vain things of this world.
I testify that this place, Salt Lake City, has become desolate and is an abomination in the sight of God. And I plead with you to repent. Salt is good, but when salt has lost its savor, it is good for nothing, and today, the Church is no longer a light on the hill, an ensign to the nations, but a land of hypocrisy and abominations in the sight of God. These things I testify of to you in the name of Thy son, Jesus Christ. Amen.
President Hinckley then rose and spoke with the Bishop, telling him to close the meeting some 20 minutes before the normal time. After the meeting, his security came up to me and asked me to leave, telling me I had no place there in that building.
Duane Pederson was also present that day and he witnessed Hinckley's reaction, tossing, turning and fidgeting throughout my testimony. Others that were there that day also came up to me after the meeting and expressed how my testimony affected them to the core and forced them to realize the degree to which they were living in obscurity and the need for the church to repent.
In that time, Duane and I also visited Provo, Utah, where we also had an encounter with the General Authority Dallin H. Oaks.
We found him at Brigham Young University addressing the Lamanite Generation's 25 th Anniversary. Before the meeting had begun, we confronted Dallin Oaks and questioned him on the report by President Pace on satanic ritual abuse in the Mormon Temples.
Duane challenged him to address the validity of the report to which Oaks replied that it was true President Pace was investing satanic ritual abuse in the temple, but the police had as yet to find one dead baby's body used in human sacrifice rituals. I then asked Oaks why they (the Church) would be waiting until the police found a dead baby before they would deal with the allegations… Surely out the mouth of two or three witnesses are established all things--why wait if you have over sixty people interviewed by President Pace, testifying truthfully? Would that not mean that the Temple is defiled? I asked him.
Upon this, Oaks turned around, came up close to me, aggressively jabbing me in the thyroid gland in my chest with his index finger, and said, “Never you mind about that… We have it under control… Just you worry about your own life and we'll worry about what's going on in the Temple.”
From that day, Duane and I went our separate paths—he headed to Chile and I went east to upstate New York to the Hill of Cumorah.
When I arrived in New York, I first went straight to the sacred grove, where I knelt down and prayed. The crows flying above started squawking and began to swoop down on me while I prayed. Then, an administering angel appeared to me and the crows flew away.
He was above the ground and in his hand he held a book that was sealed. He glowed a brilliant white and a flaming fire surrounded him. He spoke like the waves of the ocean, and said to me he was the apostle John that had written the Book of Revelation. He told me that the Lord had sent him to me to grant me the power to open the sealed books.
As he spoke, I fell to the ground crying and praying, and he told me “to rise and rejoice for I am your fellow servant and your brother, John. I also have a testimony of our Messiah. I was commanded to bring you the keys and authority to open the seals that you might prophecy in the spirit of Jesus Christ.”
As he spoke, I again felt the love of Jesus Christ come upon me and great joy filled my soul as the apostle John told me the Lord was shining down upon me this day and had found me worthy of opening the sealed books. In my mind I remembered the verse of Revelation 19:10 and I knew that what he had said was the truth. Then the angel said that the time had come when the prophet Nephi prophesied according to 1 Nephi 15:19-27, saying; Behold one of the twelve apostles of the Lamb, he shall write the remainder of the things; yea, and also many things which have been. And he shall also write concerning the end of the world. And he shall seal them up until it is wisdom of the Lord to open those seals in their purity through the spirit of revelation in the last days and not by private interpretation. As the apostle Peter had spoken in 2 Peter 1:20-21. For behold many professors of religion have claimed to interpret these things; but they are all false and abominable in the sight of the Lord. Wherefore any man who has added or taken away from the seals of these prophesies, by their own interpretation shall receive the judgments of God upon their heads, thus there are many who are under this condemnation. For prophesy comes through the Holy Ghost and all the prophets prophesied by this Holy authority. And the world receive not this spirit nor do they understand the mysteries of God. There are many false pastors and priests which say they have the Lord with them in their churches, but they all lie and blaspheme the name of the Lord. For God had not sent them, yet they profess to be of him. They are all corrupt teachers who love money rather than God. As the apostle Peter had spoken 2 Peter 2:15-22. They are all the Churches of the Gentiles upon the earth today. For they are all false prophets and false teachers, and are all members of the great whore of the earth even Babylon. None of the Christian Churches belong to the Lord they are all made through men and their own corrupted interpretations. As the Prophet Amos said Surely the Lord God will do nothing except he reveal his secret unto his servants the prophets. Wherefore rejoice this day Daniel for the day has come when the Lord has found you worthy to open the seals as I prophesied of in Revelation Chapter 5: 1-10. And as the prophet Moroni had said that the sealed portions of the revelations would not come forth amongst the Gentiles until one had exercised the faith of the brother of Jared. Daniel you have been diligent in sacrificing all that you have for the truths sake. Thus the Lord has found you worthy Daniel through your faith to open the sealed books of the prophets, that were kept till the end of the world. You are commanded to complete the work of the prophet Joseph Smith, and reveal the prophesies of the end times, which the Lord commanded Joseph Smith not to translate nor interpret. Now go thy way and write all the things I have spoken unto you this day.
After the angel left me, I went to the LDS visitors center on the Hill of Cumorah, still carrying the spirit with me after the manifestation of the apostle John. I began to prophesy to the missionaries inside. I testified that the graven image of Jesus Christ was an abomination and that the Church had corrupted itself with the idols of the Catholic Church. I said that the statue substituted the power of God and through the spirit of idolatry, the Church was seducing people to become baptized, rather than exercising faith to prophesy in the spirit.
As I spoke these words, we heard a great noise then we looked out the window and saw a great whirlwind , bringing chaos to the leaves on the ground outside, throwing them into the air and hurling them through the wind-opened front doors until they landed in the middle of the entrance floor of the visitor's center. Everyone was astonished because the front entrance door were double sealed with two front doors and two entrance doors to the foyer. The wind had pushed both sets of doors open and forced all the leaves into the visitors center. The missionaries said that this was the work of the devil and I told them that they were just like the hypocrites the Pharisees, who said that the miracles of Christ were of Beelzebub, as spoken of in Luke 11:15.
I asked them, “have you not heard that signs follow the believers and that Joseph Smith said that your testimony shall be followed by the whirlwind and that from my house shall it begin and from my house shall it go forth? That the first among you hypocrites that professed to be of Jesus Christ, but never really knew him, for upon the rebellious house shall judgment come as a whirlwind and this will be a testimony against you that desolation is upon the house of idols.”
After testifying of the spirit of Jesus Christ and his marvelous works and wonders, I returned again to Utah, where I began writing of my spiritual experiences and life in Australia in the Book of Daniel. Once I had finished writing the Book of Daniel, I felt inspired to leave Utah and head to Missouri, arriving in Independence on the 5 th of April 1997.
While I was there I visited the Temple Lot Church--a breakaway from the Mormon Church. These people own the land that Joseph Smith prophesied of and it is also the prophesied land where the Lamanites will gather in the last days and build the Temple. (See D&C 57:3).
I had the opportunity to bear my testimony to the members of that church and they welcomed me into their homes. What I witnessed while I was there the congregation was a divided one—in particular, they were in contention over the law of consecration. Some believed it was necessary to obey and live the law now while others despised the law and wanted no part of it.
At their testimony meeting, I witnessed of their follies, and I told them that I saw those there that day that were more worried about the sacrament being prepared as in the days of old—with wine and unleavened bread. I said that they had become like the Pharisees, worrying about the trivial things, rather than the Celestial ordinances. I said Christ had not washed his hands while preparing the sacrament and that the Jews had accused Christ of blasphemy. But Christ had said, its not that which goeth in to the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man. (See Matthew 15:1-20). I asked them to consider that if the law of consecration was given as a commandment of God, then who are we to question whether or not to obey this Celestial Law. Did Samuel the prophet not say,
Hath the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams. 1 Samuel 15:22.
After the conference, a member of the church who was a Mohawk Indian approached me and said he had a witness that the things I had spoken were in the spirit of God. He invited me to go with him to the Mohawk reservation in New York, so I left Missouri and visited the Mohawk Native American Indian Reservation
While I was there, the chiefs and elders were not happy with me being on the reservation. They did not like white men and in particular, white missionaries. The tribal council asked me to leave but there were Mohawk Indians amongst the group that insisted I stay and preach. After a couple of weeks on the reservation, teaching the Gospel, the traditional and more conservative Indians insisted I leave and so I returned to Missouri.
Some of the Native Americans from that band came with me and migrated to Farwest Missouri. In 1998 I went with two Mohawk Indians I had just baptized in the Indian reservation in upstate New York to Adam-Ondi-Ahman. While we were there on this sacred land the Arch Angel Michael appeared to me and all three of us received a great witness of the mission of Zion. We purchased land in Kidder Missouri right next to the Farwest Missouri temple lot and began to build Zion, but our work alienated many of the leaders of the Temple Lot Church in Independence as they felt we were “taking” some of their members away. I had also gotten word from Australia that the LDS Church leaders were encouraging Sandra to file for divorce from me, which she eventually did, as confirmed by my mother.
At that time, a lady by the name of Marjorie Sarrat, a member of the Temple Lot breakaway, told me she had a vision—that the Lord had told her that she would marry me. Not long after, I married her according to the Abrahamic covenant ceremony which Joseph Smith restored with the keys of Elijah. This is an ancient Jewish wedding ceremony with ordinances based on the principles found in the bible. The marriage is not recognized by the state as a civil marriage.
We then conceived and while she was pregnant, Marvin Ely, one of the leaders of the LDS Church claims to have had a revelation. It is while he is testifying of his revelation in the April General Conference of 1998, professing to speak in the name of the Lord, that he literally drops dead at the meeting.
I began to pray to the Lord for inspiration and then I saw the truth of what happened. I wrote a proclamation and sent it to all the members of the Temple Lot church. The name of the proclamation was Zion Awaken.
In it, I testified that Marvin Ely was a false prophet and when he claimed to have had a revelation, God, struck him dead. On the front page of the Zion Awaken it stated:
Thus said the Lord unto you, in consequence of sin, even blasphemy, which Marvin Ely hath done by presuming to speak a word in my name, yea calling unworthy men to become apostles when I have not commanded him to speak, wherefore I, the Lord, slew Marvin Ely according to the words which I the lord commanded my holy prophet to write in Deuteronomy 18:20.
But the prophet which shall presume to speak a word in my name, which I have not commanded him to speak, or that shall speak in the name of other gods, even that prophet shall die.
For I the Lord you God shall not be mocked, therefore, be not dismayed at my judgments against those who profess to know my name and have not known me, and have blasphemed against me in the midst of my house, saith the Lord.
Wherefore, I the Lord reveal unto you these things that ye may be left without excuse and repent from following these blind guides who lead you astray. Now behold, here are the words I the Lord spoke unto my servant Paul, which is written in Corinthians 11:13-15,
For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel,; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore, it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.
After I had sent this proclamation out to the members in Independence, Missouri, the leaders became quite irate with me and planed to have me deported from the United States—they did not appreciate the things I spoke of, nor did they respect my right as an individual to express my opinions freely.
And so, one morning while I was on my farm, milking my goats, the Federal immigration police, the INS, came to our house and took me into their custody and planned to have me deported. This was two days before Marjorie gave birth to our baby. When she came out to see what was going on, she saw me handcuffed and started crying, asking them where they were taking me and what I had done.
The officers said I was being taken to Immigration and would be sent back to Australia. She told them I couldn't go yet, that I hadn't yet given a name for our baby. The feds permitted us a few moments to speak before they took me to the van.
I told Marjorie to bring out a Bible. She brought it out and placed it in my shackled hands. I opened it to Hosea 1:4 and said, “Jezreel will be his name.” The feds then pulled me aside and asked me how I knew we were going to have a son. I told them that the Lord had revealed it to me. They asked me if during the pregnancy, we had used an ultra-sound to determine the sex, and I said that we did not believe in using modern technology, that we tried living as organically and naturally as possible, and that we were preparing to have a mid-wife deliver our child naturally in the home.
This intrigued the feds even more, and they took me to the INS buildings to be interrogated, bringing along the Bible with them as evidence. While I was in the office, they asked me more questions about my revelation, like why I would call my baby Jezreel, and what I would do if the baby was born a girl, that that would mean I was a false prophet. I looked into the eyes of the man asking me these questions and said that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my child would be born a son.
The Feds spoke with the leaders of the Temple Lot Church to ask them if they knew of any significance in the name Jezreel. As they examined the verses, in relevance to the name, they came to the ridiculous conclusion that Jezreel meant child sacrifice, and then falsely accused me of wanting to sacrifice my baby.
Had those “enlightened” leaders, supposed teachers of the Gospel, actually read and understood the verse properly, they would know that the passage says God is going to avenge the wrongs and injustice done against the son, Jezreel. This is the true meaning of blood atonement according to Brigham Young—he promoted it in Utah with the vigilantes, the Danites. They would go out and deliver criminals to justice. Another example is when God would avenge the blood of the murdered prophets, Joseph and Hyrum Smith.
It was while I was in the courtroom having my case heard that the earth opened up in Kansas City as they were rocked with an earthquake, and a tornado touched down in Oklahoma and traveled north to Kansas City, leaving great destruction in its wake. It was the year of the Jubilee, 1998, and Honduras was also under the attack of the elements as Hurricane Mitch pounded the country with rains and devastation, killing 40 thousand people, but interestingly, prison walls were also destroyed in the storm, tumbling down and instantly liberating hundreds of prisoners.
These were all prophesies being fulfilled from the Book of Revelation 12:13-17, after the woman had brought forth a man-child, the serpent cast out of its mouth water as a flood of lies to destroy the Lord's anointed and cast him out, but the earth helped the Lord's anointed and opened her mouth and swallowed up the flood, which the dragon cast out of his mouth. The earth opening represents the Book of Mormon coming out of the earth and the truth revealed to the judge proving the falsity of the accusers testimonies, and in so doing, sent me on the two wings of a great eagle to Honduras, where I would be protected from the dragon.
Every 50 years is a Jubilee where the trumpets are blown and the prisoners are set free. This year, 1998, was the 50 th anniversary of the last Jubilee when in 1948 Israel was at last declared a nation. Leviticus 25:9-10 says that the year of the Jubilee is the year that those in bonds are made free and that liberty is proclaimed throughout all the land. It was no coincidence that these events occurred—there were the literal judgments and signs of God that soon a nation shall be born in one day, as the prophet Isaiah said even Zion, the New Jerusalem, here in the Americas.
This name had nothing to do with me sacrificing or killing my son. The judge, after listening to the witnesses of the Temple Lot Church leaders, decided that the accusations were false and after he himself had reviewed carefully and thoroughly the verse of scripture in question, declared the testimonies and interpretations of the leaders were erroneous and unfounded.
The judge said I would be set free, but that I would be permitted to stay in the country only until the 19 th of April 1999. I was set free in November 1998, but felt despair at the thought that I would not be able to stay in the U.S., that this date was hanging over my head.
The judge also ruled at this time that the marriage ceremony I had performed with Marjorie was not recognized by the state and that I had no grounds to stay in the United States. We then decided to quickly get married “officially” in a Methodist Church located in Farwest so that I could reapply for residency, but after we married, the officials with immigration told us that we our marriage would not change the court's ruling of voluntary departure.
I was angry with the injustice I experienced at the hands of those false accusers and I prayed to the Lord for guidance. I felt like Moses who was angry at the Egyptian taskmaster for whipping abusively a poor Israelite. Moses took matters into his own hands and killed the taskmaster; for this crime, Moses ran away as a fugitive from the law. See Exodus 2:11-15.
Christ, when he witnessed the injustice being done to the poor by the church leaders, went into the temple with a whip and began to whip the High Priests and vandalize the property in the temple by turning over the tables of the money changers. It was this act of violence committed by Jesus Christ that led to his eventual death sentence, as it is written in John 2:15-18.
Captain Moroni is another example of a man standing up against injustice and defending the rights of equality of all people. In Alma 60:27-28 and 36 he says;
I will come unto you, and if there be any among you that has a desire for freedom, yea, if there be even a spark of freedom remaining, behold I will stir up insurrections among you, even until those who have desires to usurp power and authority shall become extinct. Yeah, behold I do not fear your power nor your authority, but it is my God whom I fear; and it is according to his commandments that I do take my sword to defend the cause of my country, and it is because of your iniquity that we have suffered so much loss. Behold, I am Moroni, your chief captain. I seek not for power, but to pull it down. I seek not for honor of the world, but for the glory of my God, and the freedom and welfare of my country. And thus I close mine epistle.
Joseph Smith also said,
We believe that religion is instituted of God; and that men are amenable to him, and to him only, for the exercise of it, unless their religious opinions prompt them to infringe upon the rights and liberties of others; but we do not believe that human law has a right to interfere in prescribing rules of worship to bind the consciences of men, nor dictate forms for public or private devotion; that the civil magistrate should restrain crime, but never control conscience; should punish guilt, but never suppress the freedom of the soul. D&C 134:4.
Reading these verses made me want to stand up and protest against the injustice served on me and the violation of my rights because of the corruption of church leaders wanting to silence me from witnessing of the truth. It was no skin off their nose if I was torn from my family and home because of their lies and false witnesses, but for me it was a very painful attack.
I remember reading Psalms 82:2-4 which says,
How long will ye judge unjustly, and accept the persons of the wicked? Selah. Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked.
It was these verses that helped me to make up my mind—I decided to do something about the injustice that had been done against me. I went on the 6 th of April into the General Conference weekend of the LDS Church in Independence, Missouri to their world conference.
As the leaders were praying, I entered the room and began my protest, declaring these men, who claimed to be priests and elders for God, as hypocrites. I had a cane in my hand and began whipping Alvin Moiser a self professed apostle as he was praying. I copied Jesus Christ when Christ whipped and assaulted the priests he called money changers and vandalized the Jewish temple on the pass over.(see John 2:15-18) I testified that they had entered into a secret combination to bear false witness against me so that they could have me removed from the country. As I was testifying to the whole congregation, one of the leaders by the name of Smith Brickhouse began pointing his finger at me and saying, “Get out of here, satan.”
I then told him that is not how you cast out the devil. I said you must first raise your right hand, a sign of the authority of the Melchezidek priesthood, and you must say “With the Melchezidek priesthood which I hold, and with the power and authority invested in my by the name of Jesus Christ, I command thee Satan to depart.”
Brickhouse was humiliated after I had said this and was made to look a fool, and so in revenge, he organized the police to come and have me arrested. Before the police had turned up, the police and elders surrounded me, so I pulled out a toy gun that I had (foolishly or not) brought with me and told them all to back off so that they would not harm me and I could finish my testimony. I used this toy gun as a bluff for my personal protection, as a woman would use mace to protect herself from attack. Along with allegations of trespassing, the church tried to claim that I had declared I was Jesus Christ--again, these were false accusations that misled the public. I was put into the Kansas City county jail where I spent eight months until I was granted again, voluntary departure from the country.
I will never forget that painful day when my son came up to me to give me a hug goodbye and the INS had me chained in handcuffs, refusing to permit me even to touch my son, that it would be too “dangerous.” I pleaded with them to let me hold me son, asking them what harm could a two year old child do, that all my child wanted was to hug his daddy goodbye, but the authorities insisted I could not touch my son. I remember clearly Jezreel's face as they escorted me onto the plane.
As the plane took off, I saw Missouri shrinking below me and I started cry, knowing I would never forget the moment I was forced to leave Zion. When the plane touched down in Tegucigalpa, Honduras and I passed through customs, all I could think of was that I had been taken to a strange land, a jungle where no-one spoke my language and where crime and poverty prevailed.
I was stunned, unable to believe this path my life had taken, and felt stranded and disillusioned. “What am I going to do now?” I thought to myself. It was then that the spirit of the Lord spoke to me and said, “O my son, peace be with your soul, your purpose to this land is not in vain, I the Lord have sent you here to prepare you for the gathering of this people, the remnant of Jacob. Your mission here will be to do much good though you shall suffer all manner of afflictions, yet I will heal you, for my wisdom is greater than the cunning of the devil.”