When my second husband, David, took me to Utah, one of the first places he took me was to temple square. We poked around, I loved the huge statue of Christ, but in the back, under glass, not exactly hidden but not really on display, was what appeared to be two bars of gold. Immediately I wondered if the Mormons had robbed some loot from King Tut's tomb. All the people involved in that dig died not long after.
I worked a job there before I left spraying a silver paste onto ceramics. You have to mix toluene with it to be able to spray it. Our fan had ball bearing issues and would quit pulling the fumes from my work station, then it would work again. As a result of being exposed to those, I'm not who I once was. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing but I know it's been hard to accept.
I did not join their religion and I only discussed Christ with their missionaries. I've got this belief that if you get it right in your heart about Jesus, everything else will fall into place. Turns out someone doesn't like you telling their people that a church has no power over your salvation, and that it's all about Jesus.
They tarred me (set up a black man in apartment complex to play drug dealer, which I ignored), they feathered me (had a meeting at a comedy club where they were all dressed in black before some scary stuff online happened), then they ran me out on a rail (three days and nights on Amtrak alone).
When I think of gold, I think of African Americans for some reason. But when I think of silver, I think of Mormons because of my time in Utah working at that factory.
I loved the scenery and the variety of things to do........but the level of spiritual deception among those folks was astounding. They had a church of Scientology in the valley and sometimes I wonder if they consider their respective belief systems to be similar enough that they might accept one another.
Scientology is a place to go where you tell them all your secrets and then you pay them for listening for the rest of your life.
Anyway, I'm glad to be home but it would have been nice to return with a wiser version of who I used to be instead of this schizophrenic stuff. Being betrayed by a person close to you is bad enough, but having your own brain betray you and lie to you is devastating.
Hope you have a good night.
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