LDS "top" heaven involves having tons and tons of spirit babies (and apparently an actual baby if you want to save everyone's souls).

Being a creative person and the mother of two babies myself, I can't imagine a worse hell than having countless spawn. I love my little critters but I've had a very difficult time adjusting to motherhood. It's been four years and I still don't enjoy it much.

What would your personal hell be? Or are you living it now?

I'm thinking a large conference center with a walnut pulpit, where old Stan addresses his minions every six months.

Endlessly refereeing middle school girls basketball

Gatorman
38 years officiating

The Mormon Tabernacle.

Disneyland crowds where parents are constantly running into your heels with strollers!

Standing in line at the New York DMV.

The bigoted, mysogynistic, homophobic, judgmental, man hating*, Jello with Cool Whip laden, BORING. Celestial Kingdom.

HELL is anywhere where you have no choices, opportunities, and are expected to conform. And valkuriequeen's Disneyland is a close second.

*Yes "man hating." The priesthood concept is a shackle; control device.

If you know your history. I don't find that an odd observation at all.

In my personal hell I would be forever changing endless toilet wax rings.

Ha! I've been in this hell! Most of the time it works on the first go. But once it took no less than four tries. To make matters worse, it was an upstairs bathroom, and yup, I had to replace the drywall in the ceiling by the time I got the seal to work.

My personal hell WOULD look like the LDS mythology of the top rung of their Celestial kingdom.

I think AHS: Coven's and Preacher's versions of hell are a fairly good representation of what hell could be if it existed.


Warning: Violently graphic and imagine having to relive this over and over and over: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zFrPXmbhT8

Not as quite bad as above: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj9mvp9W3b4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIMMIudAEh8



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The three hour block, which often seemed as if it would never end, in Hell it never does end.

Being stuck with my family for all eternity.

Teaching a class of little hellions with no end in sight (which was my situation last year, but at least there was an end to it.)

Also, the CK. Endlessly making spirit babies? What man came up with that idea? The TBMs can have their little corner of heaven as far as I'm concerned.



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Ricks College, January 1967

Being an 80 year old man running the mormon church.

Being forced to read the 4 scriptures outdoors in the Arizona desert just before the monsoons hit.

A construction site or a slaughterhouse.

Anywhere that I was at at the mercy (trapped with/around) of my siblings/parents.

Also, anywhere forest was being cleared.

Being called to serve my two year mission all over again. That would be a personal hell for me. It took 30+ years to stop having nightmares about it.

Being stuck in a backwards foriegn country and unable to get home. Oh wait a minute. That was my mission.



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Sacrament meeting where the clock is always 5 minutes away from
the finish time but never gets there.

Pretty much Utah in the winter. Snow and too many mormons

Mormon dances, I became mormon when I was 21, so I knew what a "Real Party" is about, so I found them so boring and the theory of he wants to dance with me (then he will marry me) was pretty unattractive as well

That you never returned to serve the last 6 months of your mission after you went home to recover. You are now called to return to your mission and serve for those 6 months for the rest of your life. Please remember to only where blue Swedish knit suits from Mr Mac and follow the dear mission president's wife addendum to the the white handbook to the letter.

The inside of a Social Security office, under the management of a particularly nasty person. Stacks of pending files and no time to get at them. If I try to close up a file, I get interrupted with yet another incoming one.

I've been retired for just over 15 years now. It will take another 15 to reclaim the part of my life that job drained from me. At least, it pays a decent pension. But I'm not sure that the nightmares will ever go away.

The Celestial Kingdom plan of salvation that was awaiting me as a single divorced Mormon mother: married to a thug who beat me almost every day, and who beat his subsequent 2 other temple wives and beat his children. (I was never allowed a temple divorce, never allowed to marry my second Mormon husband, the father of my children.

Well, maybe worse than that would be to have my dear children being owned by that monster, as his possessions, for eternity--oh wait, that was also part of the temple marriage rules.

This Hell was waiting for me--at best--if I continued to be righteous, serve the cult, and pay the money. Otherwise, I would be cast into outer darkness, and my children and I would never see each other again. Either eternal separation, or eternal bondage to a violent creep.

Hell was whenever I would think about this, believing it.

You can imagine how relieved I was to find out it was all made-up BS!

It would be Hell to wake up in my childhood bed, with my bully brother breaking down the door to beat me, while our TBM parents were away at some church activity or other. No one was ever there to save me. No one was ever there to save me from my temple husband, either. I was small and weak and helpless, alone in the dark.

Oh yeah! Never went on a mission, but my junior year at BYU was soul-sucking and depressing.

Being 16 again and having to eternally live under my parents' roof. Being a missionary again would finish in a very close second place. Both experiences were awful and had long lasting consequences on my life.

The clock stops in F&T meeting. A clown car pulls up, and testimony bearers pile out endlessly.

Being stuck with my abusive TBM ex-husband for eternity having "spirit babies" as part of his harem. Basically, the Mormon idea of the CK is my personal hell. Fortunately, I realized it was made up, and that we only had a secular, civil marriage so once the divorce was final, I was free from him.



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Stuck in the cult for eternity.

Having to sit at my moms kitchen table and eat serving after serving of the crappy jello dishes she made. She mixed all sorts of crap together. The most putrid was a green (lime) jello with sauerkraut, shredded carrots, and shrimp. I just vomited a little in my mouth!

That nasty brown whiskery wall paper that feels like embedded fish hooks down every hall.