New Research

By the year 2000, my life was pretty much a Pandora’s box that no one dared to open. This was due in large part to my image makeover at the hands of a religion, which claimed to be the only true religion in the world today, and that had been strategically and methodically dismantling my life since 1978. By 2000, this religion had spent enough money to be labeled as a “mainstream Christian religion”, and pretty much knew that anything it claimed would be believed. And, as it continued to slander, sabotage and isolate me from the world, none of the “legitimate” authorities charged with protecting decent society ever suspected that all of this was simply an illusion. Nobody could have ever guessed that my entire life had been purposely dismantled and sabotaged because I accidentally stumbled onto the truth about their religion in 1977, and had refused to bow down to their false Gods. Since 1978, this religion had used its vast resources to re-make my image into being gay, a drug user, a drug pusher, mentally unstable, a philandering man-whore who disrespected women, a person with no discipline or anything else that could marginalize or undermine my character, so that nobody would ever listen to my story. And, because I had been taught to have faith in the system and in the people that surrounded me, I never even gave the mud slinging much thought. But, between 1978 and 2000, because their strategy actually worked, I lived out much of my life as a sabotaged pariah. I also came to realize I had put way too much faith in a system that was broken and didn’t seem to work at all.

15-years earlier, in 1985, I began what should have been a promising career. But, based on the Mormon stalker who stood silently in student placement center and glared at me as I left my interviews with potential employers, I guess I should have been able to predict that this religion would continue destroying my life even after I graduated. Eventually, I became quite adept at recognizing the signature of this religion’s dark handiwork, which they seemed to have turned into an art form so subtle and dastardly that you risked looking paranoid or bigoted if you dared to decry it. And, all of this seemed to embody the legend of their mythical “strippling warrior”, and its message of the unique juxtaposition of militarism and pacifism where their man-gods never had to worry about being mortally wounded as they broke man’s laws. The Mormons were truly masters of manipulation and deception, and were experts at operating “a system within a system”. I even witnessed Mormon managers who, once they had the authority to, only hired other Mormons and created discriminatory environments for “gentiles” inside world-class companies. Surprisingly, this even made national news in 2008 after the EEOC filed suit against Apollo Group, a large Phoenix based public company, for discriminating against non-Mormons after Mormons infiltrated, and began dominating Company management.

I had been a good Christian because I had always “turned the other cheek”, just wanted to get on with my life and ignored and tolerated these arrogant bastards for years. But, it also began to seem like my actions may have just played into their hands and given them a 22-year head start. Perhaps maybe they even thought I was a coward. The Mormons sabotaged me at every juncture of my life, including personal relationships, my career and even after I joined a new church. I couldn’t help but wonder where the society was that was charged with protecting the rights of its citizens; rights the Constitution of the United States claimed were the inalienable rights of every American citizen and ironically gave this religion the right to exist, stalk and harass anyone it wanted to. I also began wondering what had happened to America, and to the officials who were in positions of responsibility who had taken oaths to protect America? Unfortunately, the horrible truth about this organization had been neatly whitewashed, and nobody would even talk to me about this because it wasn’t “politically correct”, and I wasn’t popular enough or rich enough to make a difference. So, if I was going to have any chance of getting my life back at all, I realized I’d have to get it back all by myself. And, the only logical place to start was re-researching and re-proving everything I found previously in 1977.

In 2000, I began the monumental task of re-proving what I accidentally found in 1977, in order to try and exonerate myself and to get me my life back. I began attacking this project with an obsession that only someone who has been harassed and sabotaged for 22-years could ever have. I was fed up with trying to plead my case to the impotent disciples of our society who were too ignorant, too cowardly or too prostituted to take action. I also used this obsession as a driving force, which I knew I would need to jump-start an improbable project would have an improbable success. But, I didn’t dedicate my entire life to this project because I couldn’t, I still needed to work and put bread on my table and I also knew the importance of trying to live a balanced life. In terms of exposing this religion’s malevolence and getting them off my back, I had not been able to accomplish much since exposing them, and their ward bishop in 1984. And, after 22-years of getting my ass kicked between 1978 and 2000, I didn’t really think they were too worried about being exposed again now. But, they were and I noticed an immediate change in their sentiment once they realized I was researching early American history, once again. And, they knew this because I had been under the constant surveillance of their secret police ever since I exposed their ward bishop in 1985. Amazingly, I had only been researching anew for about a month before I was warned about my research, which took place on a flight to San Francisco in February of 2000.

It was cold but sunny when I woke up Monday morning, February 7th, 2000, and looked out my bedroom window to see what the weather was like. I was excited at the prospect of what I was going to do today as well. For the past couple of months, in addition to the new Mormon research project I had recently started, I had been finishing a business plan for a new fast-food restaurant concept I wanted to start. And what made the day especially exciting was that I would be flying to San Francisco for the day to present my new concept to the national restaurant partner of a firm in San Francisco that had an impressive list of restaurant clients. Originally, I was scheduled to fly up and meet with the partner on January 24th, about two weeks prior to this, but he lived in Lake Tahoe, was snowed in that morning, and called to reschedule our meeting for today. He was also flying to the east coast that afternoon, so we agreed to meet in the Red Carpet Club at San Francisco International Airport. And, just as I had anticipated, the day was quite exciting; just not for the same reason I anticipated when I woke up that morning. My strange sojourn began as soon as I arrived at Sky Harbor International Airport in Phoenix, walked through the crowded airline terminal and arrived at the security checkpoint. This was before 9/11 so all I had to do was run my briefcase through X-ray, remove everything from my pockets and walk through the metal detector.

As soon as I finished walking though the metal detector, I felt the intense gaze of someone staring at me, and I immediately turned to find myself looking back at a Black man who was standing about three feet away from me. As I turned to look, our eyes locked for an instant before he quickly looked away, turned and proceeded walking through the crowded concourse. But, in that fraction of a second when our eyes locked, I noticed that he flashed an expression of surprise that betrayed his otherwise stoic demeanor while he studied me. Then, he quickly looked away and began heading down the concourse. In the moment that I was able to scan him, I noticed he was dressed casually, yet stylishly and looked sharp. He seemed to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s, had a solid athletic build and a military style or athletic haircut. But, the clothes he wore made him stand out. He didn’t purchase the clothes he was wearing anywhere in the western states. Rather, he was dressed like somebody would dress from the southeast, like Washington, D.C. or Atlanta. He dressed well, but his attire definitely exposed him as somebody who didn’t live here. Therefore, he must have just recently arrived in Phoenix. If he had he been wearing a military uniform, he could have made the perfect poster for the military because he seemed to have a military edginess as well.

As he walked away, I finished grabbing my personal belongings out of the plastic tray and put everything back in my pockets. Then, I grabbed my briefcase and went over to check the displays showing all of the departures and arrivals. I found my flight and proceeded to my gate where I waited for boarding to begin. While I was sitting there an attractive young woman immediately sat down next to me and began talking to me. I don’t remember her name, but she was the director of new business for an Internet Search company based in the Bay Area. The strange thing about her was that she was overly inquisitive about the nature of my flight to San Francisco, and seemed to focus on too many questions that weren’t any of her business, like where I was going, why was I going there and who I was going to see. I began to find her annoying, and was relieved when it came time to board our plane, which was a 737. I’ve flown many 737’s, and most of the ones I’ve been on have all been “coach”. I have flown 737’s that had first-class sections, but those sections were rather small and consisted only of about 5 rows. As I boarded our plane I was surprised to find that this 737 had a rather large first-class section, of about 15 rows. I continued walking towards the bulkhead that separated first-class from “coach” because I hadn’t purchased a first-class ticket. And, as I headed towards the rear of the plane, I was surprised, when I realized my seat was actually situated in front of the bulkhead and not behind it.

After finding my assigned row, I put my briefcase in the overhead and sat down in my seat, which was next to the window. I was sitting in row 10 and noticed the bulkhead that separated the front section of the plane from the rear of the plane was still 5 rows back, then I relaxed and watched the other passengers who continued boarding the plane. I also noticed that everyone who boarded also seemed to be walking past the bulkhead, and into the rear section of the plane. And, then it dawned on me that I was the only passenger sitting in the entire front section of the plane. That seems a bit odd, I thought to myself. I knew we had to be near our departure time now, because no new passengers had boarded in the last few seconds, and I knew the flight attendant would soon be preparing for departure. I also couldn’t help but think how completely odd I was that I was the only person sitting in this rather large section of about 15 rows, which was 90 seats. But, just then a smallish, slightly built and rather nerdy looking man boarded the plane and began making his way towards the rear of the plane. I assumed he was heading back to the rear section of the plane to sit with the other passengers. But, I was surprised when he actually sat down in my row, one seat over from me, in the aisle seat. I thought to myself, the flight isn’t even full, and there’s nobody in this entire section so why would he sit next to me? He could have sat anywhere, but didn’t.

Finally, the flight attendant began closing the door of the plane so we could depart, but before she could close the door all the way, I saw her open it back up to let a Black man enter the plane. Then, I noticed it was the same Black man who had been staring at me earlier by the metal detector, and right behind him was a Black woman he seemed to be traveling with now. I looked at her and noticed she was essentially a female version of him. She was dressed casually, yet stylishly. She looked sharp, seemed to be in her late 20’s or early 30’s and had an athletic build with a short haircut. They both proceeded to walk down the aisle towards the back of the plane, but when they reached our row the Black gentleman sat down in the row behind my row, in the aisle seat on the opposite side of the aisle. And, then the Black woman sat down in the aisle seat directly behind the man who was sitting in my row, one seat over. Oddly, she was now sitting across the aisle from her companion instead of being seated right next to him. As I watched this scene play out, it looked like a well-choreographed dance. I also couldn’t help but notice the expression on the face of the man who sat one seat over from me as the two traveling companions sat down behind. He momentarily revealed an unmistakable expression of shock as he realized that two people had just sat down directly behind him. And now, the only 4 people this entire section of the plane, of 90-seats, were all bunched-up right next to each other. Man, I thought, this sure seems weird.

When I saw the look of surprise on the face of the guy sitting one seat over from me, he definitely seemed rattled as well, as if he hadn’t expected anybody to be sitting in this entire section except for he and I. He even turned around to verify that the two traveling companions had actually sat down behind him, which is how I got such a good look at the expression on his face. For some reason, he was clearly rattled by this. Our plane finally began backing out of the gate, and we soon took-off for San Francisco. Soon thereafter the guy one seat over began chatting with me. At first, it was just the usual small talk, “Where are you going”, “What do you do”, etcetera. But, he never stopped talking, He kept on jabbering, and then he finally said something that caught my attention. He said he worked in the mining industry in Denver, and began complaining about how Mormons seemed to dominate all of the management positions in his company. He went on to explain that his Company had recently hired a CEO who was Mormon as well, and that the CEO immediately began hiring only people who were Mormon. He indicated he was quite angry with that, and felt like he was getting the short end of the stick because he wasn’t Mormon. As he continued on with his story, he said the CEO was eventually fired, due to a series of bad decisions, and then all of the other Mormons began leaving the company as well.

Then, he explained that the reason the others began leaving was because they weren’t very bright and had to be told exactly what to do. “If you cut off the head of the beast, the other parts don’t know what to do”, he exclaimed angrily, and he reiterated that the only reason these other people were hired in the first place was because they were Mormon. He explained that after the CEO was fired, the others didn’t really know what to do because they weren’t very experienced managers or didn’t have enough mining experience. Then he stated again, "It seems like when you cut the head off of beast their power base disintegrates and the rest of the followers don’t know what do to". His monologue went on and on, and his subject matter focus solely on Mormons. Because of the nature of his story, this guy definitely captured my attention. And, as I first began listening to his story, it appeared he had a legitimate ax to grind with Mormons. He also went on and on about how he had been the recipient of a lot of “bad luck”, which had been dispensed at the hands of his Mormon co-workers. And, as he continued talking, I began to feel sympathy for him because his story seemed quite similar to mine, which I had not even discussed with him. But, my perception of him soon began to change.

Once he noticed I had taken a sympathetic tone with him, his conversational style became more inquisitive, and began shifting to me, and he began asking myriads of questions about my knowledge of Mormons. Everything he said or asked still focused on Mormons, and he would provide a topic and then make a statement or ask me what my opinion on his subject was. Consequently, as time went on, the guy essentially seemed to be “grilling” me about what I knew and what I thought about the Mormons. Eventually, it began to seem rather obvious that he was really just trying to find out what I knew or thought about the Mormon religion. It also began to seem that that the entire first part of his dialogue had been designed simply to gain my trust, and to get me to open up to him. It also began to dawn on me that even although he had played the role of a sad and forlorn character masterfully, he was probably a Mormon himself. Then, I started becoming annoyed that this guy had “played” me. So, as he continued to grill me, I began to feed him certain negative aspects of Mormon history in order to purposely shock him. Initially, he seemed a bit perplexed by some of the things I said, but then he seemed to get angry. In fact, eventually he became so angry that he couldn’t even maintain his previous demeanor. Once that occurred, there was no doubt in my mind that he was a Mormon.

Around this same time, I think we both knew the charade was over. Whoever this person was, he wasn’t really the sad and forlorn character he had pretended to be earlier. And, the only reason he had even played me at all was because he planned this entire event far in advance and arranged it so that we would have an entire section of a 737 all to ourselves. He was definitely stalking me, but apparently what he hadn’t taken into account was the fact that some one else was stalking him. Once, I realized this was all a set up, I became angry and tried to turn things around on him to make him question his own belief system. If this whole thing wasn’t so bizarre, it might have been comical. As he began getting angry, he actually tried debating my cold hard facts with faith-based statements, as if facts really didn’t matter. I think he initially thought I was blabbering some kind of bigoted propaganda to him. Oddly enough, much of what the Mormon media machine dispenses is faith-based promotional propaganda rather that factual information, which is why members of the church are continually expected bear their testimonies and literally say the words, “I know the Mormon religion is true” over and over again. Unless you are or ever were Mormon you’ll never really understand the dynamics behind bearing one’s testimony. But, it’s tantamount to brainwashing.

Once I realized this guy was just another phony pretending to be a man-God, I began sharing some cold hard facts about Mormonism that I’m sure he wasn’t aware of, and this put him at a disadvantage. If you dissected this entire incident, here’s what you’d have. You’d have an individual who doesn’t have a fact-based understanding of his own culture, but who is faithfully committed to doing anything for it, including stalking me and doing who knows what else. But, once I began hitting him with the cold hard facts about his own culture, which he knew very little about, he initially began trying to defend his culture by doing the only thing he was programmed to do, which was to fall back on his faith. But, he also knew I was telling him the truth, which made him question his own faith. Initially, he had the upper hand because he orchestrated this entire event, but I gained the upper hand as soon as he realized he had no defense for the truth. First, he fell back on faith because he had absolutely no defense for the truth, and then he began to realize that he was at a disadvantage. When that happened, he grew angry, indignant and defiant as I continually provided cold hard fact after cold hard fact to questions and comments he thought would quiet me. Eventually, our conversation became so intense that we both had to stop talking altogether, and I found solace in the fact that the two mysterious traveling companions were monitoring our conversation.

We were about 30-minutes out of San Francisco when all of this happened, and we landed in San Francisco in complete silence. Not only was there complete silence, you could have cut the tension with a knife. You might even say the man sitting one seat over from me, and I had developed strong distaste for each another. At this point, our plane pulled up to the gate, but before it could even stop, the man in my row stood up and pulled out his briefcase from the overhead compartment. Then, as the plane came to a stop he leaned his head below the front backrest of his seat, so the Black woman sitting behind couldn’t hear, and said softly to me, "Aren't you afraid of being killed?" As soon as he said this, I instinctively tried to lean forward and stand up so I wouldn’t be in such a defensive position. But, I was constrained by my seatbelt, which pulled me right back down in my seat. But, as I lunged forward to try and stand up, the beady-eyed man immediately stood upright and moved up a row in order to get out of range. I wanted to reply, “Don't you know you're being followed”, but I didn’t say anything. With that, the flight attendant opened the door and he walked off the plane never to be seen again. I grabbed my briefcase and made my way to my meeting, and the two traveling companions followed soon after without ever saying one word the entire flight. This was now the third, and most overt, threat the Mormons had ever made on my life.

After 23-years of dealing with the Mormon religion and witnessing their mastery of the bizarre, I’d have to say this event ranked right up there near the top of the list, but it was still growing too. I also thanked God I lived in America where nothing like this could ever happen. Uh wait, forget that. The next couple of weeks, I kept replaying the events of the day over and over in my mind, so I could better analyze exactly what occurred, and why. I knew I was continually under surveillance by the Mormon secret police, which included my phones (and emails and IP address too, but I didn’t know this until 2006). Consequently, they were undoubtedly aware that I started my new research project. Further, I figured the dossier they had on me was so tainted with their own lies, slander and propaganda that they didn’t have any kind of accurate profile of me. Because of this, they were unable to accurately assess the level of threat I presented, and didn’t really know the most effective ways to “press my buttons”. I figure they must have wanted to “update” their superb understanding of me by finding out exactly what I really knew. At the same time, I believe they thought the incident would make one hell of a warning as well? Consequently, The guy in my row was assigned to gain my trust and get me to talk so they could update my profile and find out what I knew, and God knows what else. I also believe the girl who talked to me in Phoenix was some kind of backup.

Those without an understanding of the whole Mormon phenomenon would probably be incredulous to think that Mormons could ever be involved in something like this. And, the reasons for this are twofold. First, the Mormon religion works very hard and spends a lot of money creating the appearance that it’s really a mainstream Christian Church. Second, Mormonism is predominantly a west coast phenomenon, and events like these, which they direct at those they perceive to be dissidents simply aren’t widely known, and they are able to quash most of the negative publicity that does make it to the media. Consequently, most people today view Mormonism just like they would any other religion, and this may especially be the case for those living on or near the east coast where the Mormon religion doesn’t have much of a footprint. But, Mormons do have penchant for these kinds of activities. J. Edgar Hoover populated the ranks of the FBI with Mormons because he perceived them as being very honest and trustworthy in the 50’s, and “deepthroat” of Watergate infamy was actually a Mormon FBI agent, who is said to have actually set Nixon up. Mormons also began infiltrating the CIA because so many Mormons spoke second languages, which is a by-product of their two-year religious “missions”. And, it was J. Reuben Clark, a Mormon, who drafted the very first selective service law in the first place, which included military deferments for every Mormon who went on a religious mission, which is essentially every Mormon male. And, Mormons have always had their own secret police, which are known as danites, or avenging angels.

As I continued to analyze the events of the day over and over, it also began to dawn on me that the man sitting in my row seemed vaguely familiar to me. And, then I slowly began to realize that the man who had portrayed himself as a meek and humble victim of Mormon imperialism was really the same man who offered me my contract to be a “Young Adult Leader” in 1978. As I continued thinking about this possibility, the more positive I became that the man one seat over was indeed the same beady-eyed weasel like man who offered me my contract in 1978 and threatened me in my own home. But, in order to come to this realization, I had to ignore the demeanor of the man who had pretended to be woeful and humble, and focus on the demeanor of the man that I had angered; this was the man’s real personality. He was supremely arrogant, almost like he thought he was a God, or he never would have set up this whole plane incident in the first place. The personality traits he exhibited on the plane, which included being angry, argumentative, indignant and threatening were the same traits he had exhibited at my home in 1978. He also had the exact same body type and intense eyes as the beady-eyed man who generously offered me my contract. I guess what kept me from realizing this sooner was the phony demeanor and the fact he had aged a bit. Once the whole charade was over with, his incredible arrogance was the first thing that percolated back into his personality, and is what ultimately gave him away. I have absolutely no doubt this was the same man, and I also have no doubt he’s also a danite.

Because of this incident, it also became crystal clear that the Mormon religion still had two critical objectives when it came to “damage control” about what I knew, which they were still obviously concerned with. First, they really really wanted to keep me in their church, which is evident by what they did in 1978, and their continuing attempts to intimidate and coerce me into coming back. They had also essentially tried to make it clear that my entire career hinged on me becoming Mormon again, which is why every single job I have ever had, has been controlled by the Mormons. Second, they really really didn’t want me to re-start my research activities. And, what better person could there be to warn me in their plane incident than the same guy who warned and threatened me in my own home in 1978, and who was already aware of what was going on. I also believe the two mysterious traveling companions, who watched everything, were FBI agents who were tailing the beady-eyed man. Who knows what his original plan had been, or how sinister it was, but he must have altered it once he realized he was being watched. That is also probably why he seemed to be so rattled because in his divine arrogance he couldn’t have imagined that anyone would be tailing him, much less two Blacks, which the Mormon religion has a long history of subjugating and denying the priesthood to. Blacks were not allowed to hold the Melchizedek priesthood, until President Spencer Kimball’s divine revelation in 1978, wherein God spoke to him and said Blacks could now hold the priesthood.

The biggest question was how could this event have even been orchestrated in the first place. There were a lot of moving parts to consider in coordinating such an incident. First, I was originally schedule to fly out January 24th. And, I began to wonder if the person I was meeting with in San Francisco had been Mormon and had been directed to postpone the meeting to allow more time to set this whole thing up. But, I don’t think that was the case. I remember checking the weather that day, and there actually was a huge winter storm in Truckee, California on January 24th, the day I was originally scheduled to fly to San Francisco. I also made my all of my flight reservations via my home telephone, which has a history of being bugged by the Mormons. Further, the confirmations for my flight were sent to me via email. And, in 2006, my Internet Service Provider, whose general manager is a Mormon Stake President in Phoenix, actually orchestrated a hack of my home computer, which has all been documented as well. Consequently, the Mormons had easy access to my phone conversations, my private travel itinerary and much more. Next, you’d have to arrange for a Boeing-737 with the right seating configuration to be waiting in Phoenix. The major airline I flew that day happens to be headquartered in Phoenix, and Mormons routinely place their agents in Arizona businesses and probably have significant contacts within that organization too. Ultimately, this was a warning for me to stop my research, to remind me I was being watched and to remind me they can do whatever they want, because they are man-Gods.

Oddly, the more I thought about had happened, the more the actual details of the incident became less relevant. What really mattered first and foremost was that the Mormons had orchestrated this entire event. I had already been stalked and harassed for over 23-years by this time, and although this event was very creative, the implications really weren’t any different than any of the other events my tormentors had already orchestrated. I was still being stalked and harassed, and my constitutional rights were still being violated with impunity by an organization that claimed to be a mainstream Christian Church for God sakes. This latest event also demonstrated that the Mormons really, really didn’t want me doing any more research on “early American history”. And, there could only be one logical reason for this. They knew I was the only person on the entire planet, outside of their own religious circles, who had a complete comprehension and accurate understanding of what their religion was really all about. And, they really really didn’t want anybody else in America to know what I knew. At this point there wasn’t really much they could do to me that they hadn’t already done, aside from making good on their threats to actually kill me, or castrate me. But, I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to live in fear, or to bow down to their false gods. Consequently, there was no question about the path I was going to continue on with.

About 6-months after this, in the fall of 2000, I found a secret and “largely unedited” copy of “History of the Church”, which is a sort of “diary” of the Mormon religion between around 1825 to 1844. I also happened to procure it from a very high-level source within the Mormon religion itself; it’s 7-volumes consists of approximately 1,400 pages and over one million words. Legend has it that “History” was actually written by none other than Joseph Smith himself, but an in-depth study of the work reveals numerous edits, and some them appear incomplete and anachronistic. Consequently, to the trained eye, it becomes evident that not only did Smith not write some of what is contained in “History”, but also some of the accounts contained therein were probably even written after his death in 1844. What also becomes quite evident to the serious scholar of Mormon history and theology is that most of the religion’s dark and violent history has either been edited or deleted altogether in order to better present a more “mainstream” offering to the general public. Unfortunately for the editors however, they missed some juicy morsels as they tried to sanitize the version of “History” I obtained. None of this really presented a problem for me either, because I already knew the real history of the church. I’d just have to look elsewhere to find the supporting documentation I needed.

What made this document such an important find, was that the version of “History” I found contains the entire written discourse that comprises the complete underlying theological foundation of the Mormon religion. And, it didn’t appear to have been altered much either, like the rest of “History” was. I wondered if this was because it was so esoteric that it almost seemed incomprehensible. I already knew, first hand, that the Mormon religion contained a vastly different religious framework than other religions contained, but I had no idea it was actually supported with a formalized body of work. Initially, I could only stumbling my way through this strange and convoluted tome. But, as I continued to forge my way though this body of work, a picture slowly did begin to emerge, which also slowly began to reveal exactly how and why these people could justify their actions in the first place, and then simply smile as they did it. When I first began my sojourn to re-discover what I originally found in 1977, my main concern was just finding the corroborative evidence I needed to support my “crazy” story from 1977. But, as I delved into my work, I ultimately uncovered a plethora of new knowledge that not only supported the history I found in 1977, but added incredible new information, and provided me with an even more complete portrait of Mormon history as well. This new corroborative data hadn’t been easy to find, but knowing exactly what to look for had made the process much easier, and by the time I completely re-proved what I original found in 1977, it was about July of 2001.

In addition to finding everything I needed to corroborate what I found in 1977, I also now had the 7-volume “History of the Church”, which explained the entire theological foundation of the Mormon religion. My research during the previous year had been quite thorough, and the volume of materials I now had in my possession was quite extensive. But, it was one thing to locate and scan all of this material, and quite another to try and assimilate, digest and fully comprehend all of it. Consequently, it would be fair to say I still didn’t really have a complete understanding of everything at this point. Some aspects of what I knew were very clear and others seemed vague, convoluted and disjointed. Consequently, for about the next two and one half years, I continued trying to assimilate all of the information I had in order to better understand it. At times, I was even forced to disregard what I found and search for new data. But, by about the end of 2004 I finally began feeling as if I had a comprehensive understanding of the complete history of the Mormon religion, and its theology as well. Between 2001 and 2004, I simply read, catalogued and analyzed everything I already had in my possession, and periodically searched for new data. Ultimately I realized the body of knowledge I obtained in 1977 was really just a small portion of an even larger and even more incredible history of this religion.

The entire process was rather like putting together a jigsaw puzzle. I would find pieces of history that belonged over here, I’d find pieces of history that belonged over there and then I’d have to look for pieces of history to fill in the gaps. But, over time the complete picture finally began to emerge, and I’m only referring to Mormon history, not Mormon theology. That’s because when I originally found the 7-volume “History” and its section on Mormon theology in the fall of 2000, I only undertook a cursory examination of it before I dismissed it in order to focus all of my efforts on the actual history of Mormonism. Until then, I didn’t even know there even was a body of work that documented Mormon theology, and I certainly didn’t have any idea how important it was to the overall perspective of the Mormon religion. And, it wasn’t until 2003, when I accidentally found myself in that section once again, that I forced myself to begin reading it again and really trying to understand it. And, as I undertook to seriously study this theology, it initially seemed just as muddy and convoluted as Mormon history had seemed when I first began studying it. But, just like I had done with Mormon history, I pushed myself and forged through this body of work as well. And, as I gradually assimilated this separate body of knowledge as well, its incredible significance began to slowly emerge until it began screaming out just how important it really was.

Once I gained an understanding of Mormon theology, I also began to realize it was impossible to understand the true zeitgeist of Mormonism without understanding the separate historical and theological aspects of Mormonism in unison. It turns out that a comprehensive understanding of both of these components of Mormonism is required to bring the whole Mormon phenomenon completely into perspective. Not surprisingly, it turned out that the entire theology of Mormonism was just as damning as its history. Incredibly, it also seemed to reveal the underlying motivation for all of violence and conflagration the Mormons have been involved in throughout their incredible history as well. Any one who has ever vigorously undertaken such a large research project understands that the process is iterative, and that sometimes the facts and data needs to “ferment” before their true meaning can be completely revealed or totally understood. That’s pretty much what happened during this research project, which was only designed to re-prove what I originally found in 1977, but which ended up spanning the better part of 6-years, between 2000 and 2005. However, I didn’t actually dedicate the entire 6-years to this project because, like I said, I had to work and pay bills. But, if the entire amount of time I spend on it could be compressed into one contiguous block of time, I probably spent at least 2-years working on it.

What I couldn’t have imagined when I started this project was that it would ultimately take me out of the realm of ancient history and theology, and into the realm of modern history and conspiracy. And, as I continued researching, yet another perspective began to emerge, which revealed third aspect of this strange religion, in addition to history and theology. It became evident that not only did this religion seem to have its hand in many of the most violent and treacherous acts in early American history, it also seemed to have its hand in many modern-day acts of violence and treachery as well. I also began to compile a comprehensive list of these events as well. A significant summary of these events includes the “Mormon Wars” of Ohio, Missouri, Illinois and Utah, the Gunnison Massacre, the Mountain Meadows Massacre and the “Mormon Oath of Vengeance” against America. Additionally, the first military draft laws were drafted by J. Reuben Clark, a Mormon and Nazi sympathizer, and the namesake of the BYU law school. It was Clark who wrote the clause allowing Mormons their military deferment when attending 2-year religious missions. The “Mormon Mafia” also controlled Howard Hughes as he was dying (remember the “Mormon will”), and Nixon was actually set-up by a Mormon FBI agent who actually induced Nixon to break-in to Watergate. And, there is indisputable evidence that Mormons had their hands in the 1993 and 2001 WTC bombings, the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing, and infiltrated the Bush White House. Vice President Cheney, whose wife is Mormon, was even in charge of NORAD on 9/11.

Another little-known aspect of the Mormon religion is that it “borrowed” the vast majority of its religious symbology from the Freemasons in the 1840s. And, just like every venerable secret order does, the Mormon religion uses its own symbology to communicate things in a manner that only its own members can typically recognize or understand the full significance of. J. Reuben Clark learned that the checks and balances of the Constitution could be circumvented during “a time of national emergency” when he drafted “Emergency Legislation and War Powers of the President” as a member of the U.S. Attorney’s office in the 1920’s. And, Mormons became a dominating force in the FBI during the 60’s and 70’s, and in the CIA during the 70’s and 80’s because Mormons were the largest single group of Americans who could speak a foreign language due to their propensity to go on foreign religious missions instead of joining the military. And, just like J. Reuben Clark had done before them, Tim Flanigan, Jay Bybee and D. Kyle Sampson, all devout Mormons and BYU law graduates, re-drafted George Bush’s emergency war powers act and drafted the “Bush torture policy”, which were all made necessary by recent terrorist events that ironically Mormons had a hand in planning and executing. Interestingly, Dick Cheney planned 5 war games exercises on 9/11, which entailed the hypothetical hijackings of commercial airlines by terrorists, and confused authorities that were trying to determine the full scope of the hijackings on 9/11.

By now, it was December of 2001, and the full impact of the 9/11 terrorist attacks was still reverberated around the world. For the past 2-years, I had also been doing financial consulting and trying to get my own business started. During this period of time, I also became a co-founder of a Voice-over-Internet (VoIP) company, which we even managed to “take public”. But, the business environment was now very bad, and our fledgling business was slowly withering. All of this was exacerbated by the fact that our company was also situated in the telecommunications industry, and there had been a major telecommunications meltdown in 2001 and 2001. Our Company needed capital to survive, but another by-product of the heinous September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks was that venture capitalists were hesitant to make new investments during this period of time. And, in addition to attempting to keep our company alive and kicking, I was also frantically researching Mormon history and theology in my spare time. At least I was enjoying a high degree of success in that arena. The year before, in February of 2000, I had also been warned about continuing my research in the form of an event that seemed to be right out of a chapter in some suspense thriller. These were the times of my life.

Today was Tuesday, December 11, 2001, and last week I made 11:30 lunch arrangements for today at a well-known Scottsdale lunch spot. The purpose of lunch was to try and secure some much-needed venture capital for our VoIP Company, and to keep it afloat. It was not a good business climate either because of the market meltdown that began in 2001, and now because of 9/11, which had only occurred 3-months before, in September. In attendance at the meeting would be the CEO of our company, an M&A specialist who was a friend of mine and myself. When I arrived at the restaurant, I found my M&A friend already sitting in the waiting area. I greeted him and began chatting with him, and almost immediately noticed a rather striking woman who was also sitting in the waiting area and appeared to be alone. As I continued chatted with my friend and waiting for the Company CEO to arrive, I noticed that the striking woman kept looking over at me periodically and smiling as she talked on her cell phone. She seemed to do this fairly often, almost as if she wanted me to notice her. She had plenty of opportunity to get me to notice too, because our CEO was running very late. In fact, he was so late I finally called him around 11:50 to find out where he was. He finally arrived about 45-minutes later, around 12:15, and during this entire time I chatted with my M&A friend and the striking woman who looked over at me periodically and smiled.

When the CEO finally arrived, I introduced my M&A friend to him because they had never met before, and we were immediately seated. The whole point of the lunch was for them to get to know each other a bit, and they didn’t need me to “hold their hands” to facilitate this. And, I continued to think about the striking woman I had seen earlier in the waiting area. It turns out she actually fit the profile of the kind of women I was attracted to. She was attractive, athletically fit and intelligent looking, and I wanted to meet her. So, I took the opportunity to excuse myself to see if she was still in the waiting area, which she was. I approached her, introduced myself and began chatting with her. I asked if she was waiting for anyone, she said, “No”. Then, I asked if she was having lunch, and again she said, “No”. That seemed a bit odd to me, because she had been sitting in the waiting area now for over 50 minutes. But, I didn’t want things to get awkward or seem nosey, so I changed the subject and asked her what she did for a living. She explained that she sold vitamins, which is a subject I’m very familiar with because I take about 30 different kinds. We continued talking about vitamins for a while, I gave her my card and she said she’d send me some information and call me the next week. Then, she left the restaurant without eating or talking to anyone else.

Sure enough, about a week later, she called my home office and re-introduced herself. Almost immediately, she announced rather ominously that she had sent me a "Dire Warning". She made that statement in a rather imposing manner, and didn’t seem to laugh after she said it either. Meanwhile, I proceeded to chuckle a bit because of the stern manner in which she seemed to make that comment, and because the whole thing just seemed rather comical. I replied mockingly, “Ooh, dire warning, How intimidating.” Then, she explained that her “Dire Warning” was really a brochure, which contained information about the various product lines her company offered, and then stated, "Well, You're tough enough to handle a dire warning." Although her comment appeared to be more of a marketing impact statement then anything else, this entire dialogue still left an odd taste in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but think that everything seemed just a bit suspicious. Keep in mind that by now I had been stalked and harassed by Mormons for about 23-years, and I had seen some pretty strange things in my life. I also found the circumstances surrounding her presence at the restaurant a bit odd as well. She was alone, she kept on looking over and smiling at me, she didn’t eat there and she left as soon I finished talking to her.

I was glad when this part of the conversation ended, not just because it seemed odd, but also because I had wanted to meet her because she was attractive, athletically fit and intelligent looking. I also still happened to be single. We re-routed the conversation into other areas, and she asked what I did for a living. I explained more about my background, told her about our VoIP Company and how two of our Company’s founders lived in Vancouver, BC Canada. I also explained that we had an office up there and mentioned I traveled there periodically and loved the city. I also mentioned I’d be going up there in about three weeks. Then, she mentioned that she would be in Vancouver in about three weeks as well, on business, and intimated that we might even be able to get together in Vancouver. That was interesting, I thought. By now, the conversation was going much smoother and its focus had shifted to the personal aspects of the both of us, which was good because I was trying to ascertain if she was worth getting to know better. We talked for about 45-minutes before I finally got around to asking her where she was from. “I’m from Idaho”, she responded. But, unfortunately because of my research I also knew that Mormons began populating Idaho around the same time they began populating Utah. In fact, Idaho has the second largest population of Mormons outside of Utah. So, my very next question was, "Are you Mormon?"

She paused for a moment, and then replied in a rather chagrinned tone, "Yes." And, within a nanosecond the entire tone of the conversation changed for me. I was intrigued and annoyed at the same time. Here I was talking to a Mormon, who just happened to be at the same restaurant I was at, even thought she wasn’t there to eat, she had made "googoo” eyes at me for at least 45-minutes so I would be sure and notice her, she had given me a “Dire Warning”, she was going to be in Vancouver at the same time I was going to be there and she seemed rather annoyed at the fact I just discovered she was Mormon.  Wow, what are the chances of all of that, I thought? After having had so many strange encounters with Mormons during my life, I knew there was no way this was just a coincidence. And, because I was annoyed, I immediately turned our discussion to the Mormon religion’s notorious repression of women's rights. She had presented herself as an emancipated woman, and I figured she’d probably have an opinion on this subject as well. Interestingly, she indicated that she actually left the church in her early twenties, for about 10-years, because of this very reason. Then, she explained that her father later explained the importance of returning to the flock, which she did. She explained this in a very subtle way because we both knew she had really been told to come back, or else. We continued talking about the Mormon religion and her background, which is why our entire conversation lasted for over an hour.

I’ll admit I had probably become a little aggressive in my line of questioning. But, I was annoyed when I found out she was Mormon, and I knew our “accidental” meeting was really just another orchestrated event in a long series of orchestrated events by the Mormons. When I discovered she was Mormon, she no longer had the upper hand either. I had immediately equaled the playing field, and she could only be herself now. In a way, I even reversed the roles, because I new much more about her own religion than she did. And, because of this I continued to ask poignant questions about the Mormon religion and her background. It wasn’t long before she found my directness and the validity of my questioning disconcerting, and made a subtle comment that perhaps I wasn’t a very tolerant person. The new tack she took, which implied that maybe I was bullying her and wasn’t very tolerant really annoyed me and I shot back, “How are you an expert on diversity when you grew-up in Idaho, where there is no cultural diversity, and you live a religion that coerces people into thinking just like everyone else thinks?” I didn’t even go into the fact that she had been stalking me and set me up in the first place. She then demurred, “Well, the Church is getting a little better” and indicated she wanted to change the subject. After feeling a slight twinge of embarrassment, I gladly followed her lead. Then I changed the subject by asking, “What do you think about the attacks on September the 11th? They were terrible weren’t they?”

I was being sincere when I asked her this; it was not a trick question. I had also discussed this on many occasions with many others. Consequently, I felt it was a rather innocuous question and had a preconceived notion of what a “normal” answer might be. I was expecting some variant of “Yes”, some indication of empathy for the victims or some general expression indicative of patriotism. I’m a reasonable guy, I would have accepted any reasonable answer, but the implication of her “answer” can only be described as “odd”, and only cemented any previous suspicions I already had about her. She didn’t even really answer my question at all, she merely responded to my question with another question of her own. And, before she even “answered”, she actually paused for a while so she could collect her thoughts. I think she did this on purpose so she could provide me with a different perspective on the events of 9/11, and do it in a very “PC” manner. Eventually, she responded by asking, “Why do you think the terrorist attacks in New York caused such an outcry of patriotism and sympathy, but the Oklahoma City bombing only seemed to generate horror and disgust?" To any normal person, who wasn’t aware of what I already knew about the Mormon religion, this would have probably seemed like an odd question. But, because of what I knew, her question only provided a window into what was obviously a Mormon perspective of this horrific event.

The real answer to her question was because a group of domestic white supremacists, with very strong ties to the Mormon religion were actually behind the Oklahoma City bombing, while a foreign Muslim terrorist group that called itself Al Qaida was behind the September 11th attacks, which the Mormons also had ties to, because of the CIA. But, I didn’t verbalize this to her, I just played dumb and gave her a politically correct answer back and said, “The Oklahoma City bombing is like having your cousin shoot you, while 9/11 was like having a neighbor from across the street shoot you. The implication is fratricide versus homicide. And, the emotions evoked are entirely different.” But, there could have only been one reason why she even asked me that question. And, it seemed to illustrate an incredible arrogance and contempt that exists inside of America by a group who seems to despise it, and take great comfort in their own anonymity. Her question seemed to be more along the lines of one that might be asked by somebody who was complicit in the Oklahoma City bombing, and who might have been privy to the secret logic behind the planning and execution of these horrific events. Her question might have been more appropriate if Chevie Kehoe, the Mormon polygamist and white supremacist who worked with Timothy McVeigh in 1995 had asked it, or if Wallace Hilliard, the Mormon bishop who was the secret owner of Huffman aviation where two of the four 9/11 terrorist pilots were trained in Florida had asked it.

What she was completely unaware of when she asked me that question was that I already knew the Oklahoma City Bombing was inexorably tied to the State of Arizona, and I had always suspected that the Mormons were somehow involved in the Oklahoma City bombing, and this conversation only seemed to confirm that sentiment. And, it was because of this conversation that I began expanding my research into this area as well. This single conversation alone probably prolonged my research and analysis another two years. I was already aware of the fact that the vast majority of the resurgent militia groups in the late 80’s and early 90’s had been comprised of white supremacists who were led by Mormons, like Mark Keornke, head of the Michigan Militia, and Randy Weaver who was involved in the Ruby Ridge incident. Terry Nichols, McVeigh’s co-conspirator was also a member of the Michigan Militia. I also already knew that Timothy McVeigh was Catholic, but had been in the Mormon towns of Show Low, Kingman and Mesa in the preceding weeks and months prior to the Oklahoma City bombing, and that had never really made much sense either. McVeigh also lived for an extended period in Kingman, Arizona just prior to the bombing, and Kingman is the County Seat for the polygamous Mormon town of Colorado City. Her latest question really left a sour taste in my mouth, and because we had conversed for so long I wanted to end the conversation altogether.

Because of the nature of our conversation, and because I strongly believed the striking woman was actually stalking me I decided to postpone seeing her romantically. I also had another interesting idea, and I began wondering what the probability was that her last name might show up in the 7-volume “History of the Church” I now had in my possession. It didn’t really seem like that far-fetched of an idea because she was obviously some sort of Mormon spy, and she definitely espoused the same type of anti-America sentiment that other Mormon extremists espoused. So, I began scanning the 7-volume “History” for her last name, with just a little bit of excitement. I really didn’t expect anything, however. But, as it would turn out, I found many references to her last name in “History”. It also turns out that a Mormon by the name of Isaac Morley had been a high-level member of Smith’s First Presidency and was also a Colonel in Smith's Nauvoo Legion during the time Smith was attempting to overthrow the Government of the United States. I also knew if Morley was a member of Smith’s First Presidency and a Colonel in the Nauvoo Legion, he was probably also a member of the Smith’s “Council of Fifty”, a danite and had to know about Smith’s plans to overthrow the Government as well. I thought that all of this might also better explain why a Mormon girl with the same last name was stalking me, had given me a “Dire Warning” and had made disparaging comments about America to me.


Excerpts of references to Isaac Morley from the 7-volume “History of the Church”:

1. …I wrote to Lyman Wight, Edward Partridge, John Corrill, Isaac Morley, and others of the High Council of Zion, from Kirtland, August 16, 1834, as follows:

2. …July 1, 1836. At a very large meeting of the Elders of the Church of Latter-day Saints, assembled in Clay county, Missouri, W. W. Phelps was called to the chair, and John Corrill appointed secretary. The preamble and resolutions from a meeting of citizens of the 29th ultimo, was read, and a committee of twelve, viz., Edward Partridge, Isaac Morley, Lyman Wight, Thomas B. Marsh, Elias Higby, Calvin Bebee, Isaac Hitchcock, Isaac Higby, Samuel Bent, Titus Billings, James Emmet, and R. Evans, were appointed, who retired, and after a short time reported the following preamble and resolutions:

3. …Five miles from the city we were met by the First Presidency of the Church of Latter-day Saints, Joseph Smith, Jun., Sidney Rigdon and Hyrum Smith, together with Isaac Morley, Patriarch of Far West, and George W. Robinson, and by several other brethren between there and the city, who received us with open arms, and escorted us into the city.

4. …CHAPTER XIII. INTRODUCTION OF THE GOSPEL IN THE ISLE OF MAN--THE NAUVOO CHAPTER. Wednesday, October 21, 1840.--Elder Lorenzo Snow arrived in Manchester, England, from Nauvoo. Thursday, 22.--The committee appointed by the general conference of the Church at Nauvoo on the 3rd inst., (my brother Hyrum presiding) organized a Stake at Lima this evening, by appointing Isaac Morley, president; John Murdock and Walter Cox, his counselors; also a Bishop's Court composed of Gardner Snow, Clark Hulet and Henry Dean, with James C. Snow, clerk.

5. Letter: Isaac Morley to Joseph Smith…

 …Mob Threats. President Joseph Smith. SIR.--Believing it to be my duty to inform you of the proceedings of a wicked clan against the Saints in this place, I improve this opportunity. On yesterday, George Baker, in company with Joseph Barber, a Mr. John Banks, Luther Perry and one more, (his name I have not got) came to my house. Mr. Baker came to my door and said he had some business, and wished to speak with me. I went out into my dooryard with him, and he came in company with a Mr. Banks and others. They informed me they were a committee appointed to inform me and our people that they had three propositions to make to us. In the first place, yourself and about seventeen others had broken the law and good order of society; that we, the Mormon people, must take up arms and proceed with them for your arrest, or take our effects and proceed immediately to Nauvoo, otherwise give up our arms, and remain quiet until the fuss is over. We have until Monday morning next to make up our minds. We have made up our minds that we shall not comply with any of these proposals, but stand in our own defense. We have no signature from the Governor, or any official officer, to accept of such wicked proposals. We are informed that the company must be at Col. Williams' tomorrow morning at eight o'clock to proceed to Nauvoo.  I have thought it my duty to inform you of the proceedings here.

your humble servant,
COL. ISAAC MORLEY, Nauvoo Legion. June 16th, 1844, We certify the above is true.
 

Mormons gives me a "Dire Warning" about my research!
 (Sub-title reads: "Dead Doctors Don't Lie")

"Ancestor of man associated with Joseph Smith in
1844 (when he was trying to overthrow the U.S. Government)
mails a me"Dire Warning" in 2002!