Posted by:
AfraidOfMormons
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Date: September 20, 2017 12:31AM
I remember how extremely devout I was in the faith. I was about to surrender my life to a man I had known only a few months, mainly to please my parents, fulfill my life-long dream of having children, and receive all the joys that Mormonism fake-promised.
When the blood oaths began, I started to pray silently, "God--I don't mean this! I don't want to die, God!" I actually crossed the fingers of my left hand, hidden beneath the costume, and my right hand pantomimed the horrible deaths.
In all my sincerity, and my respect for my parents, I still felt the presence of evil in the temple. Before going to the temple, I was told that evil could not enter into a Mormon temple, because all temples were dedicated by a prophet of God. At first, I was confused by my feelings, but they were so strong, that I could not deny them. I went to several different temples, after that, and each time, Satan was there, as threatening and frightening as ever.
My temple marriage was the biggest mistake of my life, and has scarred me forever. Some of those scars are physical. I still struggle with PTSD. I felt Satan's presence, long before there was any indication that my new husband was a psychopath, and long before I discovered that Mormonism is a cult. The blood oaths were certainly red flags....
My parents raised us on the Holy Bible, and I had memorized a lot of it. The sacred, secret temple ceremony was just Genesis, which I knew pretty much word-for-word. So much for "new knowledge."