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Date: September 04, 2017 11:18PM
Well howdy, Badass! Yes, the temple is weird! It's actually gotten kinder and gentler. When we used to receive the tokens, we'd take a death oath...rather than reveal (name of token, like "The First Token of the Aaronic Priesthood") I would suffer my life to be taken. Then ritualistically, everyone would gesture slitting our throats with the thumb of our right hands, then our chests, and finally, disemboweling ourselves. Horny Joe copied these penalties from the Masons. These "bloody penalties" were removed in about 1990.
As to your question, when I first went through, a good friend acted as my "escort." Generally, the escort is a family member, like a parent. As I was the only convert in my family, my escort was a very good friend.
I knew almost nothing about the temple beforehand except that some people were shook up about the ceremony, someone told me the first time they went through they thought the symbolism was pagan. Someone else told me they felt the temple wasn't their church.
So, I figured it was different. I was also on a spiritual high and had long given up the hope of ever going to the temple because of my failure to quit jacking off (I'm sure you understand :) I had a more liberal bishop who said everyone he knew did the deed, and I was worthy, just slow down a bit.
So, Badass, I dressed in a suit with my new garments in an overnight bag. My friend met me and with recommends in hand, we went to the locker room. There were sets of cubicles around the lockers so I had complete privacy when stripping down.
At that time (I heard it's since been changed) I shipped a white poncho thing called a shield and verb me head. The shield was open at the sides so it mostly covered the nudity. I honestly didn't feel embarrassed by that part of the ceremony. I did look at my tighty-whities and figured I'd never wear them again.
After the locker room, I was led to the washing and anointing area. There, I sat in a chair with two temple workers. One dipped his fingers in water and touched various parts of my body. The worker never touched my genitles, but did run his finger swiftly over the top of my hips when doing one of the "blessings." Then, very similar annointings were done with olive oil--the head, the eyes, the mouth (that you may never speak guile), etc. I was then led into another cubicle where the two workers proceeded to dress me in the garment of the holy priesthood.
To do this, he opened the expandable neck on the top of the garment, and I stepped in it. Then, both workers lifted it up (inside the shield that was covering me), and completed dressing me in it. Promises about the garment and advice not to ever take it off (exceot when showering) were given to me. I walked back into the locker area with the garment under my shield, I proceeded to remove the shield and dressed in white pants, shirt, necktie, belt, socks, and slippers. I had the temple bundle (bag containing the robe, hat, apron, shash, and apron). We headed to the temple's chapel.
A slow dirge of hymns was being played by an elderly worker who had discovered the vibrato stop on the organ. This should have been a hint to get the fuck out, but I didn't.
Most of what happened next is the newer Endowment which you have seen on the videos. But, in my time, there was another Masonic step that has since been eliminated. In the older ceremony, when one gets up to the veil, one had to give the tokens "upon the 5-points of Fellowship." -- Ear to ear, breast to breast, etc. One hugged the worker close though the veil where the last token was given. The veil itself has the exact set of symbols on the garment--the workers' hands come through the slits of the veil. Originally, the garment had the slits sown into it, but now, just has the marks as thread slown in.
When I got into the Celestial Room, a couple of friends and my escort were waiting for me. One asked me (smiling) if the church was still true. Yes! I responded! I was very happy and my friends all took me out for dinner. And, I was finally wearing garments!
The disconnect happened when I started asking questions. You cannot talk about most of the temple outside the temple, so I would go and ask workers questions.
My first time in the Salt Lake Temple was amazing! It was so beautiful and this was THE temple. However, this temple uses live actors, not a movie. The actors playing all characters except for Satan wore white clothes. Ole Stan had on a cheap, black suit; he also had a blue apron with all sorts of Masonic symbols on it--square, compass, big G, trowel, and pilars. So I asked a temple worker why there were Masonic symbols on Satan's apron. Was the Endowment saying Masons were Satanic?
The worker cut me down with a look of shock and insisted they weren't Masonic symbols! (Sure, and a Star of David doesn't symbolize Judaism, or a cross Christianity, either!) of course, they were Masonic. So, I kept going and asking questions. For example, in the anointing room, the oil is contained in a large, stainless steal cow's horn. It has its own holder and looks like a steel Viking mead cup. I asked who consecrated the oil. I was told, "I don't know."
Eventually, I figured that if I went to the temple long enough, I'd understand it. So, I went 2-3 times a week and memorized the ceremony.
A couple of years later, I went through my crises of faith (which I've posted on before) beginning with Mark Hoffman blowing people up and the General Authorities being duped into buying forged documents. Shortly after was the last time I went to the temple where the young man was freaking out.
Sorry this is long, and if you have further questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Here's what I now know of the temple--
1. It's a controlling device to keep people in the cult. First the church begins by telling everyone how wonderful it is--over and over again.
2. Parents and friends are used to reinforce the wonderfulness of the temple. Badass, we're friends. Imagine if I kept telling you over and over again how wonderful a movie was, wouldn't you want to see it with me?
3. The church then makes everyone feel unworthy to go to the temple. Another control device--Men and women, are you touching yourselves? Do you have unclean thoughts? Are you worthy? Now, turn up the GUILT--I'm a wanker and not worthy! Guilt, shane, isolation, combined with thoughts that everyone else IS worthy. I think you see where I'm going with this. You and me Badass, we're bad men because we cuss, have impure thoughts, and gasp! Wack off! What they didn't tell us was that everyone else was doing the same thing! We just believed them. And, Badass, they lied to us.
4. The temple ceremony and significance are meaningless bullshit! It's designed to make each individual feel that they are the problem with unworthiness, not the ceremony. Hey Boner, you shit! You don't understand it because you're a jack-off! Boner, you're the problem. Boner you cuss! Boner, you have dirty thoughts! etc...
5. Every part of the temple ceremony is based on fear. If you take the garment off, if you reveal anything, if you fuck up in any way, if you mock God, "You'll be in MY power!" screams Satan.
So, just between us, Badass, everyone fucks up. Yep, you, me, Hie, Monson, your Dad, my Dad--everyone! The church knows this and plays the fear card over and over again. That's why when Mormons discovery the truth about how we've been manipulated and shamed we get furious with the Morg and its leaders.
So, Bro, I hope this post has helped you realize how the temple is designed to be controlling. And, Badass, I hope this helps you see the quality of the man you are. You figured it out long before I did. You are in recovery. You have nothing to fear from Mormonism--it's merely a shadow (Thanks, Sandra Tanner). Yeah, it's dark, but we're adults, Badass, we no longer fear the dark. And, we've got a good support group here.
Yes, we're sometimes crusty, but we've all made it out of a cult. Now, Badass, you, me, and everyone else here are free to live our lives as we define them.
And one last time, you are Badass Adam, you are fucking awesome, and you don't take shit from no one--including a sore Boner! Hugs!
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 09/04/2017 11:41PM by BYU Boner.