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cyeayt · 5 months

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Mormon Hell!

I have stuff to do tonight but why would i when i could make a post explaining the mormon afterlife (as i was taught it)

prelife

we all lived with god in heaven in our heavenly bodies, until lucifer and the exodus n all that

we travel through the veil and lose our memories of our heavenly families and bodies

earth

we have free will! yipee! you have a few different options here. live according to the principles of the gospel, be baptized at 8, be a missionary and a productive worker and raise children after being sealed with your spouse in a temple, teach and lead if you get the chance. do all that but with less enthusiasm dont get sealed. be aware of god and be baptized and be mediocre. be baptized and leave the church. be baptized, leave the church and disavow it, dedicate your life to disproving it, torment members of the faith. die before you're 8. die before you learn what mormonism is. know what mormonism is but never participate and be a decent person. know what mormonism is but never participate and be a bad person. die and get baptized by your descendants after death.

die. what happens next?

purgatory. or spirit prison. theres two versions. one is where you just chill (and i once heard you get to be a holy ghost and help guide people), or go to jail where they teach you how to be good and you have the change to redeem yourself.

the second coming! mormons will never take any war or disaster seriously or try to do anything about it, because strife and hardship mean the second coming is near!

zion! (yikes) 1000 years of heaven on earth, the resurrection of christ was like a free trial of this. everyone is alive again and everything is perfect. supposed to happen in the garden of eden, which is in missouri. yeah i know. the church is helping fund the genocide in palestine also. we suck, go to protests n keep posting.

judgement day!

where can you be judged to?

the celestial kingdom! beautiful sunny top tier heaven, for eternal families sealed together in the temple! people who go here are the ones who will supposedly eventually get to be gods of their own universes.

the telestial kingdom. second tier heaven. kinda boring, better than earth and you get to talk to jesus but not god. you go here if you were pretty good but never got sealed with an eternal family. i assume that unbaptized babies and people who were baptized after death also go here.

the terrestrial kingdom. third tier heaven. basically more zion. no jesus or god but maybe angels. i think most people go here.

and finally

perdition! the outer void! eternal suffering! well actually as i was taught, eternal suffering is only for the souls who followed satan out of heaven in the exodus before any of our lives on earth. even if you really really sucked, youd get thrown into the outer void, which to me always meant your soul getting ripped apart by the vaccum of space and your eternal spirit ceasing to exist. you have to be really really bad to get here. even like murderers and whoever get to go to the terrestrial kingdom. so, souls who followed lucifer out of heaven, and people who were allowed to be born but who dedicated their lives to serving satan. souls here are the only ones who will not be allowed to receive the glory of god, even after they are resurrected.

in other words, who wants to be a child of perdition with me?

#tdlr hell is the cold black void of space #exmo #mormonism #religion #the more you know #this could all be inaccurate and different to what youve heard before #the mormon education system is held together with duct tape #a combination of older books and materials that might no longer be officially supported #the material the official church authority endorses which is sparse and a hodge podge mix of older doctrine and newer revelations #and random stuff that people tell their kids or that gets tossed around long after the church has scrubbed it from their websites n stuff #like kolob #no one officailly teaches kolob and it isnt in any books or magazines #but most of us have heard some variation of it from somewhere at least once #this is information i remember from the one year of seminary i was forced to take sprinkled with some tidbits from my childhood #also #fuck mormonism fuck zionism free palestine #i wanna make a sons of perdition patch for my battle vest

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nerdygaymormon · 2 years

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Doctrine and Covenants 130:2 - And that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there [in eternity]

“And that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there [in eternity], only it will be coupled with eternal glory, which glory we do not now enjoy.”

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The footnote for ‘sociality’ talks about marriage and families. This interpretation extends the privilege that already exists in Mormonism for familial and marital relationships into the eternities. I think it’s important to remember we’re each part of the greater human family. Mormons teach we’re each siblings of each other, maybe the definition in heaven for who is ‘family’ isn’t going to be the narrow definition we use at church.

Our relationships are what matters. Family & marital relationships aren’t the only inter-personal relationships that exist in this world. Friendships are part of the sociality which exists here, and I think this verse suggests that friendships will also continue to exist.

Joseph Smith taught: “Friendship is one of the grand fundamental principles of ‘Mormonism.’ … It unites the human family with its happy influence.”

Joseph’s use of “friendship” as a “grand fundamental principle” really strikes me given our current focus on 2-parent nuclear families. If families and friendships are eternal, we should work to maintain and improve them, to hold onto them.

Actual families come in all shapes and sizes, they include queer people, adopted people, some have split up and reformed, others are a household with only one parent or grandparents raising their grandchildren. Surely these family relationships carry on into the eternities as well.

I assume that the worst parts of our ‘sociality’ on earth will not be present in heaven, such as racism, patriarchy, sexism, queerphobia and all the other injustices. I can’t imagine ‘glory’ including those things. Those will be gone. Also gone will be economic class & status, we won’t separate according to rich and poor, or the other ways we like to divide people.

For some people, the idea they’re stuck with a difficult family isn’t reassuring. There’s a lot of messed-up families on earth and surely the continuation of those relationships wouldn’t be ‘glorious’ to those involved.

Maybe heaven is something we have to create. “That same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there.” We have scripture stories of whole cities going to heaven, they took the sociality they had here with them. Once they reached a certain level, they were taken. We should start creating the society we expect & want to see in heaven. I don’t think we’re expected to wait for heaven and assume everything will be magically fixed. We’re to work on things in this life. We should want to live better because of this teaching.

For people who are happily married, can you imagine heaven as a happy place without your spouse? What if heaven meant you were to view yourself as defective, broken, and you’re to be forever alone, because that’s often what gay couples are taught. How can that be ‘heaven’ for them without the sociality & love they enjoy during this life? Everyone has the responsibility and opportunity to build communities in which no one is left out.

Society is evolving and moving away from the old prejudices that are based on supremacy and oppression. The world is changing. I’m very hopeful when God says faith, hope, and love are enduring attributes and that love is paramount (1 Corinthians 13:13). Love will prevail.

#queer scripture #queer faith #queerstake

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marriedmormon · 4 years

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Monica

Posted Sept 2020 Still in quarantine with no end in sight. All I have right now are my memories and since I have a minute alone I was thinking of another affair from the summer of 2015 (I think) that I should share. Monica was the 2nd married girl I fucked from the same job (see Elsie). Unlike Elsie, Monica was Mormon. Neither girl knew that I was with the other and they still don’t know. Monica struggled a little with BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder) and some real mental insecurities about what she looked like, so she truly compensated by spending time in the gym. Because of that, Monica was really into keeping fit and working out, as was I. Although she felt unsexy, fat, or whatever she thought, it was all in her head. We talked a lot about our workouts and physical goals but nothing ever sexual. All of that changed one day when our conversation somehow turned towards abs. I mentioned that it was my goal to have abs again like I had when I was her age (7 year difference). Of course the key to abs is a strict diet or artificial assistance and since I no longer had the discipline for a strict diet and I didn’t want my balls to shrink from steroids, I was only pipe dreaming. She laughed and suggest increasing my cardio by swimming. I asked her if she swam and she sent me some pics of her competitive days. I was completely in love with her body. You would have thought these were photoshopped they were that perfect. In my innocent compliments, she felt embarrassed or insecure so I kept with the compliments. Not knowing exactly what I said, I definitely struck a chord. Whatever it was it was exactly what she needed/wanted to hear. After that day, our friendship turned up a notch and she was almost fishing for compliments every day. She would send me pics of her working out or where ever she was biking/hiking/running that day. I would always show interest or envy and always complimenting. Monica wasn’t the girl she was in her prime, but she also was still very damn sexy. One day she was doing a back workout and sent me a video of her doing lat pulls. I told here “I didn’t know that shoulders could be that sexy!” I could hear her blushing via text. And a few mins later I got a pick of her flexing her back and shoulders without a top on so I could see all of here tone. I told her that I needed to see the front to really get the “fullness of her toneness”. Ask and ye shall receive! Viola she sent me a topless pic. I asked for more but didn’t get any. It truly became a digital affair at this point. At this point we had two conversations. One on FB, and one on a secret phone app. The FB one was totally to keep up appearances so suspicions wouldn’t arise. But the fun one was in the app. We did it all at this point. Pics, Videos, sexting, etc. I told her that I wanted to fuck her so bad but there were the complications of spouses. Finally each of us was able to get away using the excuse that we were going to go to a High School to do some stair training. I told my wife that it had to be in the evening because it was way too hot to do stairs with the sun up. The night came and we met up at the track. She was wearing tight running shorts and a sports bra. We walked around the track a few times warming each other with some dirty talking and flirting and grabbing each other. I told her that I had always wanted to make out on the 50-yard line of the stadium, so she’s said let’s do it. We walked over to the 50-yard line right in the middle of the field and started going at it. I immediately stuck my hands down and started playing with her ass. In about 3 seconds I had one hand buried in her amazingly wet pussy the other gripping her ass. She wanted in on the fun as well, and started stroking my cock through my shorts. After a couple of minutes of this she pulled them down, pushed me to the ground and started giving me a blow job there in the middle of the field. It was dark enough but still light enough outside to be seen. I laid there, my arms behind my head, a hot chick bouncing her mouth up and down on my cock, thinking the world couldn’t get any better than this. As I was laying there I noticed two figures walk into my field of view. I tapped Monica and she slid up and put her knee across my waist so the people couldn’t see. Another couple was there to just hang out and make out in the stadium. It was hilarious! Monica just snuggled up to me and waited for them to leave. After they walked away I suggested to her that maybe we should go someplace a little more private. There was a church nearby with a gazebo I knew was dark and secluded. When we got there we kissed standing up as I quickly pulled her shorts down. Then I laid her on a bench, got down on my knees and dove my tongue into her pussy. I loved eating her pussy and Monica had a wonderfully tangy flavor, so I proceeded to eat her. After a few minutes and I knew she had came, her juices were dripping from my chin. I dropped my shorts and moved on top of her to share her flavor with her, and as I did so I pushed my cock into her pussy. She allowed me to thrust there for a bit, then suggested we swap places. I lay down on my back and she climbed on top of me sliding her wonderfully wet pussy down my cock. She proceeded to ride me, moaning and having a great time. I was very relaxed, letting my hands roam all over her body, managing to finally get my hands on her tits. I had one hand on her chest and used my other thumb to stroke her clit. Occasionally she would bend down and we would tangle tongues some more, but mostly she enjoyed sitting up and riding me. I put my hands on her hips and was enjoying the feeling of being inside her, when I began to feel the pressure build for my impending orgasm. As I reached the point of no return, I told her I was going to cum. At this point she released me from her pussy and slid down and took my cock into her mouth. She squeezed the base of my cock as she bounced her mouth up and down, until I started to come down her throat. I was so amazed that she swallowed it all like a trooper! We cuddled for a bit but didn’t want to raise suspicions being gone too long on our “Workout” so we parted ways and went home. We continued to have some digital fun but she always felt a little guilt about what happened that night. A few times we talked about doing it again but never did. I am not sure if it was guilt or if it was just too difficult to get away again. Neither of us still work at the same place so we have grown apart. We are still FB friends but all our conversations are public now and on FB only. I really wish that we had more than just one time together. Here is a link to a pic of Monica. It is the only one I have of her without her face. Sorry if you wanted to see her face. https://www.flickr.com/photos/123073719@N03/48481283962/in/album-72157703553109144/

#naughtymormon #nsfwmormon #marriedmormondtf #affair #truestory #naughtymormonconfessions #mormonsexstories #tumblrfirstward #mormon #marriedmormon #true story #truestories #mormonsexstory #cheating #mormonaffair #mormonpussy

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soulvomit · 4 years

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I need to talk a little about where 70s-90s Yuppie Anti-Neediness Culture came from, too. Many yuppies were people who exited hippie culture. (My own parents.)

The "toxicity" that Boomers are referring to, often refers to social experiences that they had in their late teens to early 20s, as people fleeing abusive, authoritarian Silent Generation-led households formed ad-hoc social support networks with their fellow lost souls. Many of whom were on drugs, many of whom had severe abuse/authoritarianism/patriarchal trauma, many of whom just didn't know How To People. (This supposed "hippie" culture hid lots of neurodivervence in plain sight, too.)

This is what my parents went through. Hippie culture - as in, what squares called hippie culture - seemed to always have that person having a tantrum in the corner, at any party. There was always a woman whose spouse/partner had dumped them who was now taking up residence in your home. There was always someone in need of rescue. They knew so many people who'd grown up middle class who were now figuring out how to live in motels, crash pads, trailers because your choices were often, before the 70s, be square or be basically homeless. And the whole culture produced a lot of single mothers.

Lots of so called "hippies" were just lost kids turned loose into adulthood without a roadmap.

My parents were themselves lost souls. Other people described them as free spirits - because lots of white middle class Greatest and Silent Generation squares had a narrative around "beatniks" and "hippies" and "flower children" that basically centered suburban squaredom as the Thing that Everyone Wanted. If you didn't fit with that then it must be because you DIDN'T want those things.

My parents are the archetype of "hippie to yuppie pipeline" and here's how it looked from the outside: two anti-authoritarian fun loving, drug taking, free loving young people living in crash pads full of young people, and going to open air concerts.

The reality is that they were fucked up and they both came from abusive households. (And they started poor. There was more actual social mobility for some people, in the 1970s.) And the support network they found, was other people who were fucked up.

They met on the Venice Canals in 1969. They had me in 1973, still living deep within this social network of fellow lost souls and fellow fuckups (I say this as a fuckup.)

Their first few years raising me (they met in 69, I was born in 73; up to about 1977) were in a series of crash pads, motels, a van in the woods, and in their crowd, everybody was sleeping with everybody.

By the way - it was terrible for women because someone was always being abandoned to fend for herself (often with children) by a drug using or philandering male partner: that's the root of lots of 70s feminist thought and also an early feminist root of 80s anti-codependency/recovery culture. Women who had been left adrift and crushed on the rocks by the 60s and early 70s zeitgeist. If you read "Women Who Love Too Much," it's full of ex-hippie stories. A lot of the 70s and 80s Career Woman existed in rejection of the 60s and 70s Earth Mother.

My parents were trying to raise a kid around all of these free spirits and lost souls, but it was just too unstable. One of their roommates was doing a lot of drugs and became increasingly paranoid and scary. Theu ended up living in a van for a while, and it wasn't a romantic hippie aspiration so much as... they'd gotten evicted because of shit their roommates did.

There were lots of adrift women in their social world who could barely support themselves, who were desperately trying to poach other women's husbands, and straight men in that environment were like kids in a candy store. It was hard to get a place if you looked like a hippie (and "looking like a hippie" often just meant you were an educated-sounding white person who looked poor) or even if you were known to have hippie friends. In the 1970s, most of the gatekeepers of the world were square Silents.

My parents became intent on leaving their "free spirit" world behind, ultimately, because their roommates and friends weren't safe people to have around while trying to raise a kid. And succeeding in a square world meant adapting to it.

My parents were fortunate enough to be educated-sounding white-passing people who cleaned up well. They became Mormons briefly (it lasted only a year and a half but it helped assimilate them into square culture) and joined Amway. They were reading success books. My dad started doing corporate work.

They had to cast off their lost soul/free spirit friends because these people were actively harmful to the life they were trying to build.

Their new friends were my dad's middle class work friends and those men's wives. They lost every single one of their pre-1980 friends. Every. One.

And *this* is what a lot of the 80s idea of "toxicity" comes from.

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nottskyler · 4 years

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Dear In-Laws,

I gave you the pamphlet about Transgender people from the National Center for Transgender Equality in hopes that you would understand more of what I’m going through and why I decided to transition. I honestly feel like you never read it because how could you read it and then decide that continuing to use my dead name and pronouns was a good idea?

What I want you to know was repeated several times in different ways: “Trying to repress or change one’s gender identity doesn’t work; in fact, it can be very painful and damaging to one’s emotional and mental health.”, “Telling someone that a core part of who they are is wrong or delusional and forcing them to change it is dangerous, sometimes leading to lasting depression, substance abuse, self-hatred, and even suicide.”, “For some transgender people, the difference between the gender they are thought to be at birth and the gender they know themselves to be can lead to serious emotional distress that affects their health and everyday lies if not addressed.”. Or in my own words, I’ve been broken and lost all my life and I found the way to heal, be supportive and love me in my efforts. I would not dare walk down this path if it wasn’t so that I could be made whole through the atonement of Jesus Christ.

I realize a major issue that leaves people from understanding what it means to be transgender is that all the definitions and explanations out there talk about it in scientifically sterile terms. That’s their job since individual experience is varied. I also think the major discourse around whether or not a person has gender dysphoria has been a major negative in this realm as well, leaving people to believe that people are doing this just for fun.

Here is what it really has been like. I have had depression as long as I can remember. I don’t remember too much past puberty, so I think that was the start of it all. Beyond after school activities and school and homework, I had no life because I was depressed. My “hobby” was to take naps which was really to cry or just lay there without the strength to do anything. This is why I pushed myself into so many different activities because I knew I had no strength to do anything on my own. My fun-loving personality that loved to sing and dance and do exciting things was rapidly eroding.

I simply assumed that it was simply the ails of being a teenage girl in a world that hated teenage girls. I ate up a lot of feminist ideology and thought that my dissatisfaction with being female had to do with society at large because that’s what everyone says. I didn’t realize that normal girls did have some comfort in their own skin alone because that was when I felt it the worst.

I don’t think people understand how terrible it is to feel like a stranger in their own body, how alienating, how it hinders you from existing how you are want to exist. The experience in and of itself is terrible and people with body image issues really need to get help because it hurts and prevents you from living your life. Then, on top of all of that baggage, comes the debilitating depression and suicidal thoughts that I’ve fought the majority of my life. I’ve had therapy and I’ve learned how to cope and handle these thoughts, but they still keep coming no matter how much I try to avoid negative thinking and the downward spiral.

Turns out what triggers those thoughts and feelings is my body. Any movement or seeing myself in a mirror or any reminder of what I am on the outside send this feeling my way no matter how much I try to change my perception of myself and my body or my identity and the gender assigned to me at birth. I have tried so hard to be comfortable in my own skin, but it is my own skin against me. I had no power and I was losing more and more of myself every day, laying in bed without the energy and motivation to get up and face a new day.

Then I discover that what I am experiencing is gender dysphoria. An idea I had avoided my entire life because being “trans is a choice” and “trans women/men aren’t real women/men”. I knew I was a goner when I was standing in a changing room full of women and wished they saw me as a trans woman. I knew at that moment that my perception of trans people was wrong and that I was in their same shoes. In that moment, I committed to living my life as a woman because I felt that was what Gd wanted from me, but Gd sent the challenge from President Nelson to read the Book of Mormon so I would quickly learn that I was wrong in that regard as well.

Without cultural pressures within the Church and the conservative environment in which I was raised, the choice would be between being in bed all day, depressed and unable to get myself to do projects that took more than a few hours or take a bold step and begin to transition and start to have a life again. It wouldn’t be a question without the beliefs and worldview that trans people are lying and pretending just to get places.

If there is a choice in being trans, it is choosing to live instead of dying every day. I wanted to be present in my own life and made this choice. Gd understood what was necessary to get me on the path and gave me all the spiritual blessings and change of heart that I’ve been seeking my entire life to show me that this was my path, that this was the only way for me to gain my own exaltation. And it is clear how this is true because I can’t serve when I’m stuck in bed, I can’t radiate the spirit of love when it takes all my love to keep me living, I can’t experience the joy of the gospel when I am living in despair. I am choosing life and you are rejecting me for it.

I know the truth of my existence challenges your worldview and that is something difficult to cope with, but I had hoped you had enough love in you to choose love over being right. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is about changing your worldview, repentance would be incomplete without it. You are rejecting me and the Gospel of Jesus Christ by choosing to dead name me. Nothing you do will be able to take my testimony of my identity away from me. The only thing you can do is harm the relationship and trust we had.

The Gospel of Jesus Christ is about agency and choice. You have the choice to love me for who I am or to support ideologies that are not founded in doctrine or science. You have the choice between distancing yourself from your son and his spouse or embracing a new understanding about the world and yourself. You have the choice to take a step of faith and trust or to spurn it in favor of the familiar and comfortable. I ask you to reconsider and to change course.

Sincerely,

Your son-in-law

Skyler

#dear mormons #lgbt #trans #Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints #rant #i am dreading thanksgiving with them #i couldn't sleep because this was on my mind #i really want to tell them this to their face #but I will have to talk to my husband about how they would take it and if there is a better way to relay all these feelings #i'm so done with the i'm just gonna use your deadname because anything else makes me uncomfortable #try feeling that 24/7 and then having everyone refuse to help you heal #i might say more about the people 'not having gender dysphoria' being trans discussion #but finding the words to properly portray what I feel on the subject is difficult

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gvaf-radio-blog · 5 years

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I'm in an open relationship with coffee and mental trauma

I’m hunkered down inside my favorite coffee shop in Southeast Portland having a cup of black liquid love to recharge my body and mind due to me having to dodge a blitzkrieg from the flying commie bastards. The Cupids are a unique kind of chaos as they are technically survivors of a horrific nuclear accident that irradiated an entire Provence. You know the one I’m talking about, y’all won't stop posting screen-caps of the damn thing on tumblr clogging up my steady feed of nihilism and satanic teddy bears. These cupids where re-homed to Portland because the social worker was from Los Angeles and since it works for them and another hundred thousand overpaid yuppies they thought Southeast would be perfect for the bastards to rehab. So the main problem with this (other than rising rent costs) is that their brains got rewired and now do everything hell-bent for leather. So where I get involved with the soviet love bastards is that they got dropped into my neighborhood and there is a sense that they have of loneliness and urgency for love that attracts them to a person and to help them scratch that itch. The problem is that sense is corrupted and given a slightly sadistic bent and they have started matchmaking and sending people that I am comically ill-suited for or in some cases homicidal, Cat eared woman would be an example. Love is a battlefield, I’m a veteran of this war and I got tired of pulling heart arrows out of my ass so we’ve been fighting ever since but today is going to be a major encounter.You see I have a date in one hour and they started to fly around in attack formation as soon as I left the house firing toxic love arrows at me trying to get me to return to past modus operandi and self-sabotage this relationship that hasn’t even started yet. I dodge an arrow called “new love energy” and panic at might bit at how close it came to hitting me. They can’t get into the coffee shop, the smell of burnt bagels and french roast causes them to enter a seizure state that takes days to recover from, honestly french roast has that effect on most people but are too tired to give a fuck and just assume the annoying anaphylactic shock is just a morning caffeine detox. I already thinned the ranks a bit by blowing up a fully automatic bow, this monstrosity looks like a mad man combined a Roman ballista and church pipe organ that can fire arrows like the President throws out lies and is painted pink and violet with both Greek and Russian equivalents for “love is a wet prophylactic”. I had left my own bows hanging at home since I was heading for a date and we agreed on melee combat for this round so I armed myself with only a bokken. I couldn’t reach the artillery positioned on the house across from me I had to do something and that something set the bastards to full rage mode. I took a bag of cans and bottles from the recycling bin shook it good and violently like I did last night before bed while reading the new Warren Ellis comic and threw the bag at the little winged artillery battery. There was a moment of confusion and I might have heard the Russian equivalent to “what the fuck” but then from all over 82nd Ave tweekers arose from under their rocks smelling of steel reserve and four dollar cigarettes and converged on the Cupids moaning about spare change and smokes. I felt bad about doing that but I was left with no choice! the Eros tribunal might clear me due to the circumstances or as a penance, they might require me to date a vanilla person who thinks beige is a proper color for everything and fucking lights on in doggy is kinky with “ow” being a safe word. Wouldn’t be the first time but I’d rather join a monastery than do it again, I can only hear so many Cake songs before my psychotic side goes into Hulk mode.Between the Cupids dive-bombing the windows like some kind of Russian kamikaze toddler pilots and rattling the hipsters enough that they had to go get a vegan vodka shot and this little crotch goblin bouncing around and getting into people’s faces, I'm thinking about how this date is going to affect my partner and I’s relationship. I’m also wondering how my date’s spouse is going to handle things if we hit it off. Polyamory on paper sounds like a plot to a high production value hardcore porno but the truth is (mostly) different. You have to navigate multiple schedules, expectations, and multiple people's emotions and try to figure out how to get what you need without hiding pain, jealousy, and your own fears. Being poly also means being on the outskirts of society in away, there is a sense of resentment and fear from others that don’t get it but not nearly as the violent oppression that us in the LGBTQA+ have had to duck for a few hundred years.My partner and I don’t tell others that we are dating since there is a fear of them being disowned, I tell my family the type of relationships I have because they really can’t take anything away from me since I lost the ability to care about their thoughts on my life. I’m not completely happy with this situation where I feel like a secret but it’s not just my life it’s my partner and their spouse’s lives that would be effected. I’m not saying that everyone in a poly or open relationship should go out with a megaphone and belt out a manifesto of why they decided to break their minds with more than one neurotic trauma victim at a time or telling what happened when you tell a lovers wife that you pegged their husband with a strap on because the wife refused because she felt it was icky and has a lube phobia. What I am saying is that those of us in relationships should start a conversation about non monogamy with our partners and maybe others so we can hear their thoughts and help root out our own.It’s not Polygamy, lets get that one out of the way because I talked with a lot of very intelligent people (and at least one military mandated lobotomy survivor) and they all have said “Oh like the thing Mormons do?” No, more love, openness, and freedom less magic boxers and misogyny. With poly all relationships there are going to have vastly different dynamic from person to person where Bob and Tim are more open and each can have a person to have casual relationships with and sometimes they both have that dynamic with another person. Karen and Jess now are in several relationships that run casual, serious and potential for a marriage. Stacy, Jim, and Jared are in a closed trifecta where Jim and Jared being straight and not with each other they only have relationships with Stacy who only wants to have a relationship with Jim and Jared.Honestly the only thing that all these relationships have in common is communication and the bad poly relationships are non communicative, half truths, full lies, or worse one sided. I've heard the stories where on person would be dating (fucking) someone new every month but their partner was told to be monogamous and not date outside or they would be dumped, to add to this they lived together and the other partner can’t afford to live on their own. So basically one person was a Controlling , cheating waste of mommy and daddies quicky and the other was borderline being mentally and emotionally abused. Predators and halfwits will be part of every aspect of life and will find a way to manipulate or destroy said aspects of life given enough time and opportunity.Nothing is Idiot proof, nothing is safe so get your life set up how you want it and be prepared to guard this fortress against predators. When (not if) the halfwit comes stumbling in like a newborn colt on ice and manages to destroys your life because the dumb fuck is trying to help or by removing the wrong brick in the wall because it was shiny and it’s now their favorite red rock thingy, you better have a plan B to rebuild. The good news is that you now have enough bricks laying on the ground to stone the halfwit to death, I’m a silver lining kinda guy.The Little crotch goblin in the shop is now skipping to a fro all while chanting what I think I recognized as the ritual to raise an evil elder thing that resembles a puppet from some children's program and then banging their fucking little fist on bookshelves. I’ve ordered a hot chocolate for the little bastard and added a bit of full spectrum oil so the crotch goblin will either soon enter torpor or start seeing a god in whatever app the frazzled parent downloaded and handed off to the kid to try and quite the goblin down. I can write now without the music blasting through my headphones being drowned out but I did check to see how the goblin is doing, they passed out on a couch, maybe pissed themselves or just spilled water on the floor hard to say . My date shows up and we talk about ourselves or I talk too much and have to stop myself to ask them a question, after both realizing that the online interaction , attraction, and communication is also very present in a real life situation we agree it was time for the duel . We meet via social media site that specializes in the way of the Gaijin and us weebs must prove our saiyan power rankings so we walk outside and I unravel the sacred condom of holy audience and stop the Cupids dive bombing us while each and every one of these sawed off Kalashnikovs are humming “rock you like a hurricane”. The cupids form a half circle around us and since the invoking of the spirit of The holy Pope Ruth Westhimer the Cupids agree to not interfere and will also leave me alone until after I get off work the next day.Later that night after coming home bloodied , bruised and then the injuries I sustained during the duel I think about the date and how good it went. Talking about our partners, wants, needs and what we can and can not provide for each other, we hold off on saying we are in a relationship, we decided we’re in a trial relationship pending approval from our respective partners. Important to remember that our other partners can be affected by what we do and the clear communication transfers (or it SHOULD) to the other partners. Poly is not easy it can be worth it or as I’ve found utterly heartbreaking at times but I’m not built to be monogamous so my options are to be lonely the rest of my life, be constrained in a monogamous relationship that I may or at least fight like hell not to cheat in or I can just be honest and say this is who I am, you can stay or go. I find a dead mouse on my front porch with a note stating they were worried I hadn’t been eating, one day I’m going to spay this cat eared woman with a soldering iron.

#bourbonsexual #gvaf #poly #writing

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jackednephi · 5 years

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Also I feel bad that I have to break the word of wisdom until I can get my meds again but like what am I gonna do? It helps keep clots away for as long as possible and if I combine it with certain OTC supplements I can go for a relatively long time before a clot forms and can keep one from getting too big

But I feel like the Lord would rather me do what I have to to stay alive as long as possible for those who love me and breaking the word of wisdom to keep going is a small price to pay. I mean it is what it is y'know?

I've also heard of people asking the church for help for these things but I don't know if that's true or not. I would love for it to be true though I admit I don't know if I could ask. Maybe I should talk to my bishop tomorrow? I don't really know how that works. I'd LOVE to do my best to keep these guidelines? Ordinances? Covenants? Whatever they're called. I know I don't do the best job already and if I can keep myself on the best possible path, I'd prefer that honestly

Also sorry if I've been worrying anyone. I've been absolutely manic these past few days with worry. I don't want to die or like even if I were to survive a heart attack or stroke live with the damage that comes after. I want to keep chugging away at life and experience everything it has to offer. I want to experience raising children, having a fulfilling career, publishing my writing, supporting my spouses, all of that. Just I'm terrified out of my mind my life is going to be cut short over a condition I can't control. I've been putting on a brave face for everyone closest to me but it's been wearing on my psyche something awful

And the thing is I'm not exaggerating when I talk about these risks. I've had blood clots before and came an inch to death. It was 2014 and it was how this was even discovered in the first place. The doctor told me that he had never seen a blood clot that large before that hadn't killed somebody yet. I was hospitalized for over a week so they could insure I didn't trip and have it break and kill me. Or if it did break they could keep the damage minimal

It was the size of my fist. I was very seriously one jolt away from death or irreparable damage. I've never told anybody just how bad it was like this but when I told my father how big the blood clot was, he understood having been a nurse for years. And when word got to my nurse aunt and doctor cousin, they Understood too. They are the only ones in my family who know just how lucky/blessed I was and just how close I got to not being here anymore

My blood clots are what killed my hips and made me need hip replacements. They're the reason I need mobility devices and will be in a wheelchair one day. They're rotting away inside me and it's excruciating because my nerves are still connected to these dying bones. One bad fall and I break a hip. I know because I've done it and there's nothing more painful than having to walk on a broken hip that can't heal because it's dead. I did that for months until we could get my hip replacement surgery arranged

But this is my reality. This is what I don't talk about. To anyone really. This is the battle I'm waging inside my own body. This blood mutation would be GREAT if I actually lived in the very isolated part of Scandinavia with mountains on all sides of the village. But I don't so this is how it goes

I'm so scared though. I'm only 24 and I could die at any time very easily if I go too long without blood thinners. I almost died when I was 19 and to have to face your own mortality like that is. Harrowing. I have flashbacks about it and nightmares and my slow recovery is also tied up with losing my daughter. She didn't even have a body so I don't even know what will happen to her. Will she be born to someone else? Does someone else get the privilege of my sweet child's spirit? Or do I get to once all this is said and done?

But yeah there's just so much emotional baggage tied up in all of this and I'm terrified. I'm not ready to go. I mean there's always the option of groveling to my mother but that just perpetuates this cycle. Not to mention, I'm the type that as scared as I am, I would rather keep my honor and die free than live without dignity beneath someone else's boot no matter who wears that boot. Bold words from someone in my situation but they're the cold truth

I apologize for worrying everyone but I guess it goes to show that I have a lot of friends here if everyone is so willing to worry for me. I'm going to keep fighting tooth and nail to keep myself going as long as I possibly can. I'm not just going to roll over and accept things. That's never been my style y'all can be sure of that

I'm going to break this cycle with my mother AND I'm going to live as long as I can. Of that you can be confident. And if I do die soon? Don't mourn my loss. Channel that rage into fixing the systems in place that keep life saving medications behind an arbitrary paywall. Use that energy to tear down the system and create the society Christ wants that we've seen in the Book of Mormon where none are hungry or naked, widows cared for and the sick given according to their need. Destroy capitalism and replace it with something better so people like me never have to suffer again

And above all, be kind to one another. Be forgiving but take no shit. Remember how Christ forgave his disciples for falling asleep at Gethsemane because the hour was late and they were tired but braided his own whip and chased the unrighteous from the temple. He was forgiving and kind but took no shit from anyone. Be like Christ

#long post #ranty rant #delete later maybe #i needed to get some thoughts out

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flowerslut · 5 years

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potential cotn spoilers 🔗

for the anon who wanted to know about ‘mates’ in my story + my thoughts

I never liked the way smeyer portrayed mates in the series. not one bit. I hate that mates are considered this insanely intense unbreakable thing. when he thought Bella was dead, Edward tried to kill himself. when she lost her mate, Maria turned full homocidal megalomaniac. and Marcus has been depressed for how many millennia now after losing his mate? it’s ridiculous that it’s become this “I would kill and die and kill myself for you” type thing. like, I get wanting an intense romantic aspect of your series, but that’s a bit much. why can’t vampires mourn and move on? I get that smeyer’s explanation is that vampires hold onto shit and can’t move on easily and they’re not fickle like humans etc etc, like that makes sense. but after decades? CENTURIES? let the bastards move on, stephenie.

and as I get older I wonder if that’s like, a religion thing, or just a romance novel thing. I work for a church (it’s nondenominational or... something) and they have this weird list on one of the walls that’s like their church code of conduct/honor/whatever, and one of the bullet points is - “The relationship with my spouse comes before all other relationships in my life”. and it’s implied that that includes your children as well. and I hate the little bullet point so much every time I read that list. but I do know in a lot of religions they’re all up on that Honor Your Spouse/Your Spouse Comes Before Yourself bullshit, and it makes me wonder if that’s her mormonism jumping out, or her just wanting the stakes to be raised with vampire romance or whatever.

personally, I don’t even like the term ‘mates.’ the only reason I use it is because it was established in canon and they use it often. (it seems like such a sexual term. is it not? am I just making it weird by saying that? is that just me being weird in general? yeah? ok.) it makes sense, especially considering smeyer said that vampires usually find marriage to be trivial and human and pointless, and that makes sense, too. but again, I’m not a fan of the term.

I use it in CotN pretty often. and to finally answer your question, or at least the first part (lmao sorry I went off on a bit of a tangent) I think they both threw their hesitation to the wind and said “fuck it” literally the day that Maria attacked in chapter 30 (it was ch. 30? right?). because in that moment they both acknowledged and realized that their time together might not last for much longer. and with that panic hanging over their heads they both really just clung to the other one during the entire war arc where they were together. (physically, emotionally...)

smeyer looks at mates as this almost-supernatural thing in a world already filled with supernatural creatures, which again, makes sense. but like I said before, I hate this whole “if you’re gone I have nothing to live for” fuckery that just overwhelms vampires when their mates die. give me vampires that can mourn! and learn to cope! and eventually live without their mate!

in CotN I'll say that having ‘a mate’ is definitely still a thing, but since I don’t like the idea that even the most docile or levelheaded vampire would just automatically jump to doing crazy shit just because they can’t handle loss, i’m ignoring that aspect. sure, you have your At Their Core Dramatic characters (*cough* edward) who I still think would pull some type of new moon level stunt—although I would LOVE to think in an ideal world ed wouldn’t fuck off to get himself killed while simultaneously compromising the safety of his entire ‘living’ family, also giving away their past and secrets (ahem, Alice) just bc he’s Big Sad about his human dying.

the idea of loss and mortality is something I’m actually going to address more in-depth in CotN’s sequel (both for the immortal and mortal) so I don’t want to talk too much about it (again, bc spoilers 🤠) but it’ll be expanded on more adequately in the next story.

but yeah. I hate smeyer’s version of mates. in CotN it’s really just a term, instead of a supernatural phenomenon. just like saying ‘partner’ or something of equal meaning. but there are a lot of vampires in CotN that are married, bc now that they live out publicly, getting that marriage license actually means shit lmaoooo

#cotn

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nerdygaymormon · 4 years

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So, I know the Church places,a lot of emphasis on getting married in the temple, and I think somewhere I heard it was necessary to achieve the highest level of glory, but recently I've been considering the label a romantic for myself and I was wondering what my place in the church would be. Is marriage really necessary for exaltation?

I wrote a very long response, and then at the end figured out the answer I should give you.

Listen to your heart. What is the Spirit trying to whisper to you?

Since you’re aro, check out the apostle Paul’s message in I Corinthians chapter 7. He says if you’re ace/aro, great! God has work for you. In fact, Paul seems to value being ace/aro over being married.

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I’ll still share the really long answer about whether marriage is necessary for exaltation,

I’ll begin with the Church’s answer. Then I’ll provide some historical context. And finally, I’ll share my thoughts.

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I suppose we should begin by defining what the LDS Church means by someone being exalted.

They will live in the presence of Jesus and God (which means living in the highest level of heaven)

They will become gods (children of God grow up to be like God)

They'll be united with their spouse for eternity, and linked to their righteous children and others through sealings

They will have eternal offspring (Wendy Watson Nelson is quoted in a 2020 manual for Sunday School teachers as saying marital sex "will continue eternally")

They'll receive everything Jesus and God have--power, glory, dominion and knowledge

Two of the items on the list involve being married/sealed together, which is why the LDS Church puts such an emphasis on this.

For those who are unmarried, or whose marriages aren't sealed in the temple, they can still make it to the highest kingdom of heaven but they will not be exalted, they'll be ministering angels

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In the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament), a person has to strictly observe all the Jewish laws involving sacrifice, prayer, and observance of holy days.

These laws cover everything from what clothes a person can wear, what they eat for lunch, and even if it’s okay to have sex with your wife when she is menstruating. God is very involved in the details.

These laws could be considered the "covenant path" of the Jewish faith.

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Jesus & his apostles reject the idea that people have to keep all the Jewish laws in order to be saved in heaven.

Rather than a bunch of boxes to check, Jesus taught there's simply 2 great commandments.

The first is to love God above all else.

The second is to work diligently for the welfare of others, especially the poor, outcasts, strangers, foreigners, marginalized and even those who are our hated enemies. In other words, help God accomplish His great work, which is us.

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This idea that Jesus rejected following strict laws and covenants, along with the command to love God, it lead to the Christian teaching of people being "saved" through their faith in Jesus.

First, a person has to believe that Jesus is the Son of God

Next, they must believe that they can't go to heaven unless Jesus saves them

Then they ask Jesus to come into their life by prayer. They admit that they've sinned and ask for forgiveness and pledge to follow Jesus for the rest of their life. This is often referred to as being "born again"

Finally, they are baptized as a sign of their commitment to Christ (baptism is not a requirement to get into heaven, but is a way to follow Christ’s example and show they've had a significant spiritual experience)

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Joseph Smith taught that most people go to heaven, and that heaven has layers.

To get to the highest level we must complete certain ordinances and live a certain way. President Nelson refers to this as the "covenant path."

Faith in Jesus (not an ordinance, but a requirement to begin this path)

Repentance (not an ordinance, but having a desire that to do better)

Baptism by immersion (symbolic of our repentance that washes us clean and saves us from eternal death to eternal life)

Laying on of Hands to receive the Holy Ghost

Melchizedek Priesthood ordination (for men only)

Washing & Annointing ordinance

Endowment ceremony

Celestial Marriage (sealed to spouse in the temple)

Sealing to parents (done in the temple, or if your parents were sealed to each other at the time of your birth, you were born sealed to them)

These collectively are known as the saving ordinances.

For people who died without completing this list of ordinances, these can be performed vicariously for them at the temple (except for the ordination to the Melchizedek priesthood).

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Since Joseph Smith put this new path of ordinances in place, there’s been a big change. For decades, "Celestial Marriage” meant polygamy, without it exaltation was not possible.

Since the Church was forced to stopped practicing polygamy, we've changed how we interpret the scriptures that talk about celestial marriage.

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In order to go to the temple to receive the saving ordinances necessary for exaltation, the Church requires we pass a worthiness interview. I suppose that in a sense, these are changes as to who qualifies to be exalted. This additional list of requirements includes:

follow the Word of Wisdom

sustain the current prophet and apostles

obey the law of chastity

pay a full tithe

attend church meetings and partake of the Sacrament

if divorced, pay your child or spousal support

wear the temple garments

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A Safeguard

There's many people who find themselves outside of this Covenant Path.

Many lived and died without knowing anything of Christ, and we do not have records for them and thus can’t do temple work for them

Some people are specifically forbidden by the Church from completing the requirements for exaltation

Queer people

In the past, people of African heritage were also forbidden by the LDS Church

Given there's an obvious lack of fairness and opportunity, there has to be a way to fix things, otherwise God would be very unjust.

I believe this idea has influenced the LDS concept of the Millennium, which is a period of 1,000 years of peace after Christ comes again.

The Church believes that during the Millennium, people will be taught the gospel, repent, marry, raise children. The temples will be busy with resurrected people getting temple ordinances done.

People who died single will have an opportunity to find someone to marry.

Some people believe that queer people will not be queer anymore and this will make it so they can find someone to marry and be sealed together.

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My thoughts.

We know next to nothing of heaven and post-mortal life, yet we speak about it in very definitive terms--what it’s like, who’ll be there, what they’re doing.

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I know we often speak of the highest level of heaven as very exclusive, but I’ve had the opportunity to speak with several Seventy and an apostle and they speak of the Millennium as the great hope.

Parents with wayward children should have hope, the lesbian should have hope, all will be made right, we all will have an opportunity to develop and grow. It sounds like everyone will be exalted if they want to be.

While I don’t quite agree with all the ways they think things will be fixed in the Millennium, I can get on board with the idea that God will make things right.

For example, the idea of a queer genocide that wipes out all LGBTQIA+ people and replace them with a cishet version of the person just doesn’t sit well with me.

What I do believe is that any blessing a person should’ve had during their lifetime will be made available to them.

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Something about the idea that in heaven married couples are having sex and creating babies for eternity is a little weird to me. Do women like the idea of an eternity of pregnancy? Imagine an eternity of morning sickness and child birth as your destiny.

Mormon scriptures teach that we all began as intelligences, without beginning or end. God came and organized intelligences into spirits. In that way we’re God’s spirit children. Does that sound like sex? It doesn’t to me. I don’t know when celestial sex became the Church’s explanation of what it means to organize intelligences.

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The ideas of what exaltation is causes leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to struggle with the idea of people who are ace, trans, gay, aro and so on. They see themselves in the idea of heaven and not the rest of us.

Their idea of what exaltation means makes them see no space for queerness in God’s Plan.

That’s pretty bold to deny the existence of God’s diverse creations. Here we are, we exist, we are known, yet rather than expand the Plan, to find how we can fit into the Plan, they choose not to see us.

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It makes me very sad to think our Heavenly Parents might have set up a plan that would cause most of their children to not be exalted, and that means they’d never get to see those children or speak with them again, yet that’s what many Church members seem to believe.

If our Heavenly Parents are supposed to be a model for us on how to be parents, most humans would reject the idea of setting up a plan to make their kids fail so they would never see or speak to them again. That's the opposite of what we'd consider good parenting.

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While I find meaning in the ordinances performed by the LDS Church, I'm more inclined to believe what Jesus taught on the matter--Love God, love & lift those in need. Jesus called this "true religion" and those who follow it will find they do well in heaven, no matter what earthly church or religion they belong to.

I think of the story of 3 eighteen-year-olds who carried members of the Martin Handcart Company across the icy waters of the Sweetwater River. Those young men died from the extreme exposure, and upon hearing of what they did, Brigham Young wept and said they’d be exalted for their sacrifice. Their exaltation wasn’t dependent on being married or having the Melchizedek priesthood. Service & sacrifice for people in need was enough.

I imagine Mother Theresa, Gandhi, Nelson Mandela and others who've spent their life developing Christlike traits (regardless of whether they were Christian) will be much further ahead when the Millennium arrives. It only takes a few hours to complete the ordinances, and so much longer to become the kind of person who can be exalted.

I suspect a lot of Mormons will be surprised to find that their ordinances weren't enough to qualify them for exaltation

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Since I'm forbidden by the Church from being sealed to a husband, I instead focus on being a good person, on helping others, on being a great uncle and a good neighbor and friend.

Is marriage really necessary for exaltation? I don’t know.

I don’t know what heaven is like, there’s some Mormon beliefs about heaven that I really like, such most everyone goes to heaven, and we can be together with the people we most love.

While I don’t know much about heaven, I think we can know things about God’s character, and that’s what causes me to question some of what is taught about heaven & marriage and a Plan that excludes queer people.

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Story #5

My name is Valerie Nicole Green. I am a transgender woman who remains active in the church. I am widowed as of 2016 after 34 years of marriage. I have five children and six grandchildren. At my request, I am still known as “father” and “grandfather” to them. I knew from my earliest memories that I was different, though I probably could not have told you that I was living a life in the wrong gender. I didn't understand it. Around the age of 10, I learned, as a result of my love for tennis and reading a story about Dr. Renee Richards (the first, and as far as I know, only professional transgender women tennis player), that social and physical transition were possible. I knew then that that's what I wanted in life, but was also acutely aware that it was unlikely to happen. My mother always "knew." As a young single mother of two small boys she was doing everything she could to raise us as well as she could. I remember several talks in which she asked me to stop dressing in her clothes. She bought Skousen's "So You Want to Raise a Boy" and would have me read passages from it. I am certain that she bought this book because of her concerns for me. I have no memory of what those passages said. I just remember these sessions with my mom. I bear her no ill will for how she handled things. She was doing the best she could. There's no way to know how she would have worked with a group like Mama Dragons if it existed then. She passed away in 2018. So I lived an approximation of a normal Mormon boy's life. Boy Scouts, scout camp, Aaronic Priesthood, Melchizedek Priesthood, etc. My wife and I married and were sealed in the Washington DC temple at 18 (no mission for either of us) because someone was dumb enough to tell us that we couldn't. We started our family, raising five children, and lived what appeared to be a common Mormon life. My wife had no idea that I was transgender. In the mid-90s we were in couples counseling (because we lived a normal Mormon life, not a perfect Mormon life) and my therapist challenged me to document who I was. Not what I do, not what I find interesting, but who I am. Scary stuff, that. I finally realized that the secret I had harbored for so many years needed to come to light. Over the next couple of weeks I finally shed all of the guilt and shame that had been heaped upon me by both church and society. I finally revealed myself to her and to my wife. For now, we'll just say that things were rocky for a bit and compromises were reached. Part of that meant that I lived as a closeted crossdresser for the next 20+ years. The kids were not informed because we did not want our children to have to keep secrets about their parents and we were not making any of this public. As recently as the spring of 2018 I thought I might still live this dual life. But one evening as I was sitting in an outdoor theater waiting for a play to start, enjoying Valerie time, I looked around and realized that "this" was right. It was time to shed the facade I had created and lived behind for my protection and that of my family for so many decades. I informed family, church, and work. I socially transitioned at home immediately, letting the kids know that I would no longer be anyone but myself in my own home. I let work know that my transition date there would be January 1, 2019. I told church the same thing, but since they decided to impose membership restrictions immediately (in August of 2018), I transitioned there without waiting. My ward has been amazing. It took some of them a little while, but there were some members who were immediately on board. I've been told of the conversations that occurred both at church and in homes. Questions were asked and allies responded. This was happening in the background without my knowledge. I have never felt anything but love and acceptance from my ward members. Even the leaders who were the messengers of my restrictions were kind and loving. I don't for a second believe that they agreed with any of them. That was an entirely institutional thing. One thing of note is that my RS President became an advocate. She worked within my restrictions to include me in every way she could. She let it be known to the Bishopric that my presence was welcome in RS. Since I could not be assigned visiting teachers, she made certain that I was assigned a ministering couple rather than ministering brothers. When she explained why to the couple assigned to me, their response was "That's the best reason I've ever heard for assigning a couple." When the new handbook came out, finally codifying a policy for transgender member participation, she contacted me within hours to let me know that she had already contacted the Bishopric to request that I be allowed to attend RS meetings and activities. The Bishop called me just a few days later to officially invite me to Relief Society. I thanked him through tears. My RS President has been a perfect example of ministering to a transgender member. I can't thank her enough. So here I am. A 56-year-old transgender lesbian woman. I am an ordained High Priest. I have been a Ward Executive Secretary, an Elder's Quorum President, a High Priest Group Leader, a Ward Financial Clerk, a Stake Financial Auditor, etc. (The church has been ordaining women for decades, they just didn't know it.) I finally found the rest of the LGBTQ+ Mormon members. Like most of us, I had no idea that we were around in such numbers. I also had no idea there were so many allies within the church. As I mentioned to my Bishop, when someone comes to him or anyone in his position and informs him that they are a member of the LGBTQ+ community, he has no official resources to give them for support and to help them thrive as a queer member who wishes to remain fully active in the church. Since I will always obviously be transgender, I have made it one of my missions to be visible and to be a support to those who may be struggling. Whether that struggle is understanding of self, understanding of family members (especially spouses), how and when to come out, or how to thrive either within or without the organization of the church, I will do what I can to help— always bearing in mind that I'm no mental health professional. A friend of mine, Second Counselor in our Stake Presidency, made this comment as he was releasing me from my last calling. He said, "I understand you will be navigating the gospel and unique and interesting ways." Truer words were never spoken.

https://transsaintstories.com/story5

#transsaintstories #queerstake

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Do you think it's abuse for parents or spouses to throw away items belonging to their child or spouse without their permission and then acting like they didn't do it when questioned later?

I do actually think it is abuse. A child or spouse still has a right to their own belongings. If it belongs to the spouse or child that should be respected and if the other person breaks it or throws it away they should apologize and do what they can to replace the item. They should also ask for permission to use it.

My Dad’s parents actually did this to my Dad. My Dad was raised Mormon and went on a Mormon mission. While he was gone (Mormon missions are 2 years) his family moved to a new house and his parents didn’t feel like taking his things with them so they threw ALL of his belongings away. Every last thing. My Dad’s parents where definitely not nice people. What they did is downright abusive in my opinion. He doesn’t have things like his high school yearbooks or any of the sports memorabilia he collected growing up. His parents had no regard for his belongings. He came home from his mission and his only belongings were what was in his suitcase. Awful. Like I said, people have a right to their own belongings and other people need to respect that. To not do so is disrespectful and absolutely can be considered abusive if appropriate measures to replace/fix and/or apologize are not made.

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tigherone-blog · 5 years

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Within this video and article “A recent land purchase raises concerns the group may establish a “religious colony” near Minnesota’s North Shore” written by AJ Lagoe, and Steven Eckert which entails a story about the Jeffs who are brothers who were highly involved with the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS) who was known for preaching polygamy and marrying children. The one brother Warren Jeffs was sentenced to life in jail a few years back for ritualistic sexual abuse to children. and the other brother Seth Jeffs along with other leaders of the church allegedly allowed these sexual rituals to occur for four years at least five times a week and would even sometimes participate. After Seth’s brother went to jail he tried to fly under the radar but he ended up buying 40 acres in the deep woods in the northern shore of Minnesota which was believed to be bought with cash from the church funds. Mortensen believes Jeffs and others have plans to build a religious sect/community within their new 40 acres property, however, after time the prosecutor finally tracked him down and served him his civil lawsuit in which Mortensen filled against Seth Jeffs.

When learning about polygamy I learned the government pretty much forced polygamy out of the Mormons practice by threating and actually seizing church property but we watched some videos where current polygamy is just a stereotype, although there are still some rare cases where polygamy is not dead. With that being said I decided to check the news to see if there was anything going on currently within the topic and I was shocked to find this terrible news about the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and the Jeff’s family in particular. I also find it interesting where the general Mormon community claims to have stopped the practice but I believe they technically still do practice it because they still consider marriage as the time to eternity. Therefore if you get married after the death of a spouse that would be considered polygamy in some peoples perspectives. Regardless if you consider that polygamy or not I don't think that is the issue, the issue for me is the sexual abuse to the defenseless children so hopefully with time this civil Lawsuit will serve its justice to the misconducted church leaders and set an example for other communities around the nation.

Lagos, AJ, and Steven Eckert. “Leader of Polygamist Group Moves to Minnesota.” KARE, 17 Jan. 2019, www.kare11.com/article/news/investigations/leader-of-polygamist-group-moves-to-minnesota/89-e85b9d1e-65e1-4959-8cf4-1f9859f894ea.

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Your financial family tree: What our parents teach us about money

Last weekend, Kim and I flew to Utah for a reunion with friends from the 2016 chautauqua in Ecuador. While in Salt Lake City, we met up with Jesse Mecham (the founder of You Need a Budget), visited Utah Olympic Park, and attended a Sunday morning performance of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Our group also spent an entire afternoon at the Mormon Family History Library, where we explored our genealogy. Not everyone was enthused about researching their family tree at first, but eventually even those who thought the exercise would be lame found themselves wrapped in it. It's fun and enlightening to unravel the threads of time and discover who your ancestors were and where they came from.

Flying home from Salt Lake City, I got to thinking about how our family trees don't just influence our genetics. We inherit more than physical features from those who came before us. We also inherit culture and psychology and values. And yes, we inherit financial habits from our parents and grandparents. Each of us has a financial family tree. My Financial Family Tree I write often about our money blueprints, the set of subconscious scripts that define our behaviors and attitudes toward money. Society at large our friends, co-workers, the mass media plays a role in writing these scripts, but most of our money blueprints are inherited from our family especially our parents. In a way, it's as if our money blueprints are a product of our financial family trees. Our grandparents passed their feelings about money to their children, and these children instilled their habits and attitudes into us. When I look at my own relationship with money, it's easy to see how my present actions and attitudes even at nearly fifty years old! were inherited from my parents. Here are a few examples: My parents raised three boys in an 800-square-foot trailer house. My parents had 800 square feet for the entire family. The Portland condo that Kim and I sold last year was 1600 square feet. She and I had 800 square feet per person. But I don't need a big, fancy house. I'd be happy might be happier, in fact hunkered down in a single-wide trailer somewhere on a couple of acres.Likewise, I don't need fancy cars. Growing up, I don't think my parents ever had a new car. We had old beaters that went by names like Dirty Red and Dirty White. Now, as an adult, I'm perfectly content to drive a 15-year-old Mini Cooper. I rarely feel the urge to own a new vehicle.I inherited a similar attitude toward clothing. My father dressed like a farmer. My mother did her best to look nice, but on a budget. She bought clothes for us boys off close-out racks and at thrift stores. Although I do put some thought into quality and style nowadays, for most of my life I've been more interested in function not fashion. Because of my meager origins, I'm willing to tolerate and accept certain things that others won't. I'm never frightened that I might end up poor because I've already been poor and have survived the experience. In some ways, my financial family tree set me up for success. That said, my financial family tree also set me up for failure. I inherited some destructive habits. My father was a master of compulsive spending especially on big-ticket items that he couldn't truly afford. He bought computers. He bought sailboats. He bought airplanes. He bought stereo equipment. Some of my fondest memories are hanging out with dad for hours while he shopped for something he shouldn't buy. Unsurprisingly, I've struggled with compulsive spending most of my adult life.My mother wasn't a compulsive spender in the same way my father was. Instead, she was something of a hoarder. She tended to buy more than we actually needed: more food, more clothes, more household supplies. This tendency became especially pronounced after dad died. When we moved mom to assisted living in 2011, her house house was packed with excess groceries and supplies. From mom, I've inherited a tendency to accumulate too much Stuff.My parents never saved. They were always living on their last five dollars. If they had money, they spend it. If they'd had credit cards, they would have maxed them out. When I left home, I too lived paycheck to paycheck, no matter how good my salary was. (And I did get into trouble with credit cards.) Not all of my money habits came from my parents. Many did, it's true, but I've developed new habits of my own. I've also inherited habits from my long-term relationships with Kris and Kim. (Kris and Kim have remarkably similar money habits, by the way.)

Your Financial Family Tree When I returned from Utah, I emailed family members to ask them what sorts of habits they'd inherited from their parents. My cousin Duane replied: My dad had a huge impact on my relationship with money. He drilled holes through nickels rather than pay six cents for stainless steel washers. This was extreme and he did it more to be funny, but really illustrates how cheap he was. He strongly influenced my views of money. That's why I'm a cheap bastard. My dad didn't feel he deserved money. Perhaps because he didn't like it. I have also felt I don't deserve money. I always give things away or sell them too cheaply. I also asked members of the Get Rich Slowly group on Facebook about their financial family trees.

The answers both in the group and via private message were fascinating. For instance, Angela wrote: Both of my parents worked as bankers when they were younger, so they talked openly about money when I was growing up and checked in with each other regularly regarding finances. I didn't realize how unusual that was until I was married and that was not the case with my husband and his family. My dad was also self-employed, so they had to pay for many things out of pocket, like doctor's visits and dental. So my dad would barter for services. I grew up knowing that bartering is a possibility I really value the transparent attitude regarding money that they passed down to me. Luke, too, learned the value of talking about money openly but as a reaction to what his parents did not do: My parents never talked openly about money, their situation, their goals. They both tried their hand at managing the house and both succeeded and failed in different ways, but it lead to a lot of fighting because they were never on the same page. My wife and I are completely open and honest about how we spend, what are goals are, and how we will get there together. If I die tomorrow, she will know how to manage our money when Im gone. Rebecca's parents weren't transparent about money when she was younger. Now, though, they regret that. I was raised that talking about money was in very poor taste. You never asked what people made, etc. That came from my dad's side of the family. My mom didn't have much growing up and was very frugal (washing and reusing all the plastic wrap kind of thing). But my mom loves to splurge on things, so money was used to treat yourself, a definite reward system. I definitely fall into that trap, an engrained emotional response to treat myself. My dad now says his biggest parenting mistake was to not to talk to us and educate us about money, saving and investing. Some people come from families that had money and knew how to handle it. For example, Stephen's grandparents retired early back before the FIRE movement was a even a thing: I only recently put two and two together and realized that my grandparents on my dad's side saved aggressively invested the savings and retired early the early version of FIRE They influenced me greatly with their wisdom. I was advised by my grandmother that when it came to my diet, I should consider everything in moderation including moderation. My grandfather advised me to never carry debt, and if I had any to pay it off as soon as possible which I tried to follow, and my grandfather would often have BBC current affair programs on which I would watch with him. But you don't have to be raised with money to learn good habits. Laronda's parents were poor but still set a good example. My mom grew up dirt-poor as the twelfth of thirteen children in Appalachia. I learned to be resourceful from her. She can up-cycle, mend, and re-purpose with the best of them. She's a wonderful from-scratch cook and is able to turn inexpensive ingredients into tasty dinners. (I'm feeding my own family her stewed beans and cornbread this evening.) My dad grew up slightly better off but I don't get the impression his family discussed finances much. He taught my brothers and I how to do basic home and auto repairs and gave me an outfitted tool box when I left home. Growing up, we never discussed money or how to manage it. My brothers and I knew money was a tense, to-be-generally-avoided topic, and we knew not to ask for things. I've graduated to the middle class and use many of my parents' frugal methods like scratch-cooking, mending and DIY home repairs, but I consciously choose to talk about money frequently with my own spouse and with my three children. I'm hoping my kids are better equipped with money management knowledge and skills when they strike out on their own than I was, but I also hope they benefit from their grandparents' gifts of resourcefulness and general competence in the face of any household challenge. Finally, here's a story from a reader named Frank: Neither of my parents had any real financial literacy. My grandmother was my real parent, and she taught me everything I know about money. As a child, she escaped a war-torn country. She got married. She and her husband had a farm, but he killed himself after all of their chickens died. My grandmother was left to raise two kids alone. Somehow, she scraped together enough to buy a hotel. She sold it and built a bigger hotel. She sold that and split the money with with my mother. But mom spent it all because she didn't appreciate the work and investment that had gone into building the fortune. Meanwhile, my grandmother quadrupled her half of the wealth. I'm terrified to be my parents. I've tried to learn from my grandmother. The best thing she taught me was to live well below my means. I'm doing that and busting my ass to make my money grow. Other members of the Get Rich Slowly FB group pointed me to longer articles they've written about this subject. At Choose FI, Chad shared what his parents taught him about financial independence. Fritz Gilbert from Retirement Manifesto has written about 18 lessons he learned from his dad. And Frogdancer Jones' parents taught her to approach retirement from a position of strength. Finally, Tom Drake from Maple Money (my new collaborator here at GRS) told me: My parents were always spenders, which led me to be a spender. However, seeing how that affected them in retirement has helped me realize the importance of reducing my spending to be able to save for the future. Final Thoughts Although I can't recall having read any academic studies on the subject, I'm convinced that we do inherit money blueprints from our financial family tree. Your basic money habits are a product of what you learned from your parents and grandparents. In some cases, these blueprints are a reaction against how your family behaved. Most of the time, however, you mimic what you saw when you were young. The good news is that you're not doomed follow in your family's footsteps. Although these money scripts are deeply-ingrained and will always linger in the back of your mind, you have the knowledge and ability to create better habits, to draw a new, improved money blueprint. From experience, I can tell you that the transformation takes time. It won't happen overnight. But with enough patience and effort, you can change your frame of mind. You can become a money boss and produce a new branch on your financial family tree. Related reading: If, like me, you're fascinated by the idea of money blueprints and financial family trees, you might like this article on writing your financial autobiography.

Author: J.D. Roth In 2006, J.D. founded Get Rich Slowly to document his quest to get out of debt. Over time, he learned how to save and how to invest. Today, he's managed to reach early retirement! He wants to help you master your money and your life. No scams. No gimmicks. Just smart money advice to help you reach your goals. https://www.getrichslowly.org/financial-family-tree/

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Author: This is a really hard post to write. A lot of you who are reading this already know a little bit of my story, if you follow any of my other blogs. It’s always been important to me not to come off sounding whiny to anyone, because my purpose in creating those blogs has nothing to do with personal gain in any way. I remember being young and confused about my sexuality and my desires. I remember my lack of education about BDSM causing me to make some mistakes that could have had disastrous results. A lot of my writing may be not much more than porn, and it’s definitely meant to entertain, but it’s a lot more than that too. On my blogs, it’s my fervent hope that people will learn something about how BDSM can and should work. That they won’t feel so alone, or feel like freaks, or allow themselves to be abused or taken advantage of. Those things will always be my main goals, and no matter what else happens, I hope to continue to be able to provide a safe haven for everyone to learn how kink should work when it’s done right, and how to keep themselves safe, and to be a place where they’ll be accepted and loved for who they really are.

But I’m going to tell my real story. When I was 22, I met a man. We discovered that we were both into BDSM. I was so excited! A big strong guy (yeah, okay, I admit it, men like Asami and Mike and Erwin and Thor are my weakness) who got off on Dominating his girl, and who made damn good money as an added bonus? I thought I’d found my fairy tale. For a long time, we were really happy. We explored our kinks together. The sex was amazing. We got married.

Then his father’s illness got bad enough that they decided to dissolve their company. He thought finding a new job would be easy. At the same time, I discovered I was pregnant. We’d been married less than 6 months. And he couldn’t find a job. He started painting houses during the day and waiting tables at night. He was a hard worker. But the stress started showing his true colors. He had a temper, and stress brought it out. By the time our daughter was born, I’d learned to be afraid of him. We still had good times. He got a great job back in the city where I’d grown up. Being close to my parents helped. He could go out drinking all he wanted, and I wouldn’t be alone with the baby because my Mom is the best, and lived for being a Grandmother. But it kept getting worse. He decided I didn’t need a safeword because “we knew each other so well.” He’d “punish” me under the guise of consensual BDSM whenever he felt like I’d messed up. He wanted an open marriage. I was cool with it. Partly because I honestly don’t have a jealous bone in my body, and partly because it meant he spent less time with me. It was fine until I found someone I was interested in too. Then he turned into a jealous, angry monster.

During that time, I learned I could be a pretty great Top, and started exploring that part of myself. I got really good. My experience as a sub gave me an empathetic connection with my submissive play partners. Since he controlled all the money, I took several people’s suggestions and tried out being a ProDomme. I was good at that too. My home town wasn’t exactly a hotbed for clients, but I was able to make a little extra money of my own. He hated it, and the verbal, physical and sexual abuse got worse. Then I realized how scared my daughter was. All the time. For her, I was able to do something I couldn’t have done for myself. We moved in with my mother. There is no doubt in my mind that if I had not, and if it hadn’t been for my child, I would have died soon if I hadn’t left. The divorce was hell. We met, and agreed not to bring up the BDSM because he told me the courts might take our child from both o us. I agreed. He outed me. So he got to keep shared custody. And proceeded to abuse our child to the point where they ended up in a psychiatric hospital at age 14. That was just the first stay. There have been several others. It was a long process, but they’re working so hard to be stable, and live the life they choose. They only see him now when they choose to, but the damage he did to both of us will last for the rest of our lives.

On our own, it started to get harder and harder for me to provide for us. With shared custody, there’s little to no child support. My body began to fall apart. Back in 1988, I was in a major car accident in our family truck on January 2. I was driving. I sustained a multiple compound fracture to my right femur, literally erased my nose on the steering wheel (there was nothing but a hole in my face where my nose had been) and serious brain damage. My 15 year old sister was killed. By me. It was an accident, but I still don’t remember how it happened. My parents tried not to blame me, and they did a good job not showing it. But that’s the kind of thing that never leaves you. And now, as I get older (I’m 47 now), the effects of that accident are still taking their toll. I have severe scoliosis that was worsened by the wreck. I have 4 herniated disks, general osteoarthritis, facet syndrome (the small spines the stick out the sides of the lower vertebrae start to lose their connective tissue and bone starts to grind on bone), sacroiliac joint arthritis, and bursitis in my right hip. I have to take 50 mg of morphine twice a day, 7.5 mg of percocet three times a day, and 4 mg of tizanidine (a muscle relaxant) three times a day just to avoid screaming in agony. They don’t help a lot, but they keep me sane. I’m dependent on the drugs. I hate it, but most of my conditions have no treatment. I can’t drive, can’t do chores, and can’t work. I’m trying to get on SSI benefits, but it’s a lengthy process and I’ve already been turned down once. I’ve also lost my medicaid, and am trying desperately to get accepted back into the program. WIthout my meds, I could go into cardiac arrest from the withdrawal symptoms and die.

The one bright side to all of this is that a couple of years ago, one of my followers messaged me with a suggestion about a story she hesitantly asked if she could write with me. I agreed, and we began to communicate. A friendship formed. She flew out to visit because she wanted to meet me in person. I just had a hunch she was someone special, and I was right. She’d come from a pretty rough background herself, having been raised Mormon and having had her family’s religion used as an excuse to abuse her in many ways. She wanted out of Utah so badly, but was too scared to just randomly move to a strange place where she knew no one. During a single two-week visit, we already felt like family. She decided that here with me was where she was meant to be, and he spouse agreed. They moved here, and in with my child and I. She is now my collared, live-in sub, and has become a sister to my genderfluid offspring. All three of the people who live with me work their asses off, but it’s not enough to support all of us, cover our medical expenses, and take care of all our needs.

It kills me that I can’t contribute. I’m the kind of person who needs to take care of people. I love being able to help my followers. It makes me feel like I have a purpose. It’s almost impossible to describe how painful it is to be able to help people I’ve never met but to be useless to my own family. I’m here for them to talk to, but when finances are our biggest problem, I’m no help at all.

That’s the reason for my Patreon. I’m not trying to get rich. I’m never going to spend your hard-earned money on frivolous or selfish things. I want to be able to keep the power on another day. I want us to not have to choose between electricity and having enough to eat that day. I’ve found I can’t promote my Patreon on AO3 anymore, so I’ve created this blog as a place I can direct people to try to explain why this is so important to me. I hate sharing this story that sounds so pitiful. I do have documentation to prove that every word of it is true. I’m not making it up to try to make people feel sorry for me. I need your help. I hate asking for it. I want to be a whole person who can have a job and put money in the bank. But my writing is all I have. Even if you can spare just one dollar a month, you’ll be helping me support my family in a way I haven’t been able to in a long time. It’s humiliating to ask, but my family’s welfare is more important to me than my pride.

So if you like the work I’m doing, I ask that you check out my Patreon and see if there’s a way you can help. It’s set up for monthly pledges, but one-time contributions are an option too, as are story commissions. I’ll be posting some of my drabbles from my blogs and other ideas here as well, so you can experience pieces of my work I don’t publish on AO3 if you’re not a follower of any of my blogs. If you can help in any way, you will have my undying gratitude.

All my love,

Heather

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The day her two children’s remains were found gruesomely buried in her new husband’s Idaho backyard, Lori Vallow called her spouse from jail. “Are they seizing stuff again?” Vallow asked several times during the June 9, 2020 call from Madison County Jail, after Chad Daybell told her police were at his property. “What can I do for you?”Daybell, an author of apocalyptic novels for a Mormon audience, somberly told his incarcerated wife—who was being held on charges related to the disappearance of her kids J.J Vallow, 7, and Tylee Ryan, 17—that although police were at his home, he was “glad” that she called. Doomsday Mom Told Me to Lie to Cops Because Grandma Wanted to ‘Kidnap’ Son: Pal“I’m not really supposed to be talking to you,” Daybell mumbled at one point, later stating that authorities were “searching for the kids.” “We’ll see what transpires.”“I’m feeling pretty calm,” he later added in the recorded call played in Fremont County Courthouse on Tuesday during a preliminary hearing in the case against Daybell.The two, who appeared unconcerned that officers were searching the home as part of a nearly nine-month investigation into Vallow’s children, said “I love you” at least half a dozen times before hanging up. Less than an hour later, Daybell was arrested after investigators found the two children’s remains—one “tightly” wrapped in plastic and the other badly burned—in his backyard. Court Docs Reveal How Police Found Bodies of Doomsday Mom’s KidsDaybell, 52, is accused of hiding evidence when authorities began to investigate the disappearance of the kids. Daybell and Vallow, who are members of a community of doomsday preppers and were married two weeks after Daybell was widowed, have not been charged in the deaths of the two children. Both, however, are facing charges related to hindering the investigation.Authorities say Vallow’s two children disappeared in September, but they weren’t registered as missing until November. David Warwick, a friend of Daybell and Vallow, testified Tuesday that the day after J.J. was last seen on September 22, Vallow told him that the autistic 7-year-old he had been “acting like a zombie.”“She said J.J. was being a zombie [and] that he climbed up on to the cabinets,” Warwick testified Tuesday, adding that Vallow said “he was out of control” so she had her brother, Alex Cox, “come get him.”In January, after Vallow repeatedly lied about the kids’ whereabouts and then fled to Hawaii with her new husband, she was served an order instructing her to return the two minors. Idaho Doomsday Couple Found in Hawaii—Without Missing KidsVallow was eventually arrested in Hawaii after failing to produce her children. Authorities tracked the cellphone movements of her brother, Alex Cox, which showed he was on Daybell’s property on September 23, the same day Vallow told friends he had allegedly taken the 7-year-old. The cellphone data led authorities to locate the children’s remains on June 9, Rexburg Police Department Detective Ray Hermosillo testified on Monday.Cox died in his bathroom in December. The prior July, he shot Vallow’s ex-husband, Charles Vallow, dead in what he said was self-defense during a domestic dispute. While Cox and his sister were questioned by police, neither was charged. Two weeks before the children disappeared, Daybell texted his ex-wife, Tammy Daybell that stood out as longer and oddly detailed compared to their other messages regarding bills and errands, FBI intelligence Benjamin Dean testified Tuesday.Wedding Ring Purchase Is Latest Twist in Doomsday Couple’s Saga“Well, I’ve had an interesting morning! I felt I should burn all of the limb debris by the fire pit before it got too soaked by the coming storms,” it said. “While I did so, I spotted a big raccoon along the fence. I hurried and got my gun, and he was still walking along. I got close enough that one shot did the trick. He is now in our pet cemetery. Fun times!”A month late, Tammy Daybell had died of unknown causes. Chad Daybell ultimately declined an autopsy—a move that raised eyebrows—and married Vallow weeks later.On Monday, Hermosillo described in graphic detail how authorities found a small child’s body in a “shallow grave” near a tree that had “three large white flat rocks” placed “in a row” with “thin wood paneling” underneath during the June 9, 2020, search of Daybell’s property.“As soon as we lifted the wood paneling out of the hole in Chad Daybell’s backyard, I could immediately smell the odor of a decomposing body,” Hermosillo said, noting that the 7-year-old was “tightly” wrapped in a black plastic bag. Idaho Attorney General Takes Over Doomsday Couple InvestigationSeveral feet away, authorities discovered “a mass of burnt flesh and charred bone” they later determined to be the remains of Tylee, in a “pet cemetery” on Daybell’s property.FBI Special Agent Steven Daniel, who was also at Daybell’s property on June 9, said that the “pet cemetery” was marked with a small dog statute and was near a fire pit. Soon after excavating the area, Daniel said that he instantly smelt decomposing flesh and investigators began to use hand tools in what he called “a mess of burned human remains.”“Eventually we're able to excavate a few pieces; the major piece ends up being a pelvic piece,” Daniel said. “At the bottom of the mass we found a melted green bucket and in the bucket a skull and mandible with teeth.”During his closing statement in Tuesday’s hearing, Madison County Prosecuting Attorney Rob Wood urged Judge Faren Eddins to send Daybell’s case to a district court for trial, stating that the testimony of over a dozen witnesses show the graphic state that Tylee and J.J. were found and the mysteriousness around their disappearance. “Those bodies were concealed. One of them was destroyed. They were located on Chad Daybell’s property. Alex Cox, whose phone pinged near those locations, became his brother-in-law less than two months later,” Wood said. However, defense attorney John Prior argued that being married to Vallow was “not an overt act” and the state didn’t “come close” to having enough evidence to prove Daybell committed any wrongdoing.After less than 15 minutes of deliberation, Eddins sided with the state and ruled there was “sufficient cause” that Daybell committed the four counts against him. As Eddins gave his ruling, J.J.’s grandparents, Kay and Larry Woodcock, high fived and embraced one another behind Daybell, who remained emotionlessRead more at The Daily Beast.Get our top stories in your inbox every day. Sign up now!Daily Beast Membership: Beast Inside goes deeper on the stories that matter to you. Learn more.

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