This is from an original post in about 2000.
I have a whole collection of strange, funny, weird, odd experiences in the temple .It was the oddest place! I never knew what was going to happen next. (Temple experiences from 1962 to 1995.)

Strange experiences in the temple.
The temple is probably the most peculiar of all Mormon experiences and I have had several really strange, funny and horrible experiences while attending. They began the day I was married and never quit.

Just something simple like women stepping on the short train of my wedding gown while going from room to room, stopping me in my tracks, ruining my gown and nearly tearing it off me, and then losing track of my disabled mother were very unsettling and nerve racking the first time I attended the temple.

Then there was a big discussion about the shoes I brought. They had a teeny-tiny heal that was accepted, rejected, accepted, rejected and finally accepted. They sent me back and forth finally letting me wear them.

Second time going to the temple, about a year later.....
No one explained to me that my husband would not be taking me through the "veil" at the end of the session (with the five points of fellowship, which I found totally inappropriate) on subsequent visits. So, when I went to the temple the second time, I waited and waited and wouldn't leave my seat because I was waiting to be taken to my husband! I couldn't figure out what was going on with people getting up and going out in rows. What was I supposed to do? So, I stayed put.

A temple worker approached me an I explained my dilemma to her, she first tried to show me who was behind the veil and assured me it would be okay.

Well... naturally, I assumed it was going to be my husband, instead, it was a very, very large South Pacific man (Samoan?) standing there grinning.

That did it! I started to cry. I couldn't understand what had happened to my husband and who was that man??? She thought I was prejudiced and tried to assure me that he was okay, lost her patience and fussed at me about not going through the veil.

But, I refused to leave my seat. When I continued to refuse to up to the veil and do the five points of fellowship with that strange man, another patron chastised me for "making a scene" stomping off in a huff. I sat there and cried.

Finally, when I wouldn't budge and was holding up the session, someone asked me for my husbands name and went and got him so he could do the "officiating" at the veil. That experience left me so shaken that I refused to go for over a year. But, then I relented and went again.

It never occurred to anyone that it would be a good idea to let people know they would be acting out death oaths in the temple either. Another example of no full disclosure. I was only 21 years old at the time and would like to have known ahead of time about that little part of the ritual. The only thing that kept me from being terrorized was the knowledge that they had to be figurative. I was in such a state of surprise and shock over the whole temple experience, I couldn't remember what it was I was not to divulge anyhow.

SLC Temple:
On one visit to the Salt Lake City Temple, we were waiting in the chapel for the rest of our group of friends when I saw them in another area. I got up and left the chapel to tell them where we were. When I returned, a male temple worker stopped me by put his hands out completely blocking the isle and said I couldn't go through the session because I had left my place and the session was closed. He continued to stand there and block my passage. No amount of explaining that my husband was still there and I had just left for a minute would budge him from his position.

I saw my bewildered husband at the back of the room, and noticing another door, left and came in the back door and joined my husband and friends. Then I tried to get out without the temple worker seeing me. I was sure he was going to grab me and refuse to let me by again. But, I guess he forgot because he didn't even notice when I walked by him.

Another strange experience:
One of the most disturbing things happened as I came out of the washing and anointing area, clothed in that silly tunic wrapped shut over my long temple garments. I was in a new, unfamiliar new temple (I forget which one), when I had gotten turned around and lost my way. I walked past several temple workers standing at their posts and walked in the wrong direction and opened the door to the big waiting room with people in their street clothes.

Fortunately, one of the workers woke up as I opened the door and stopped me before I walked out there. I can still see the bewildered looks on the faces of that crowd!:-)

LA Temple:
Another time, while waiting for my party to leave, I was approached by a temple worker who, completely out of the blue, grasped my hand in a death grip after the session and asked if I had done the temple work for all of my family. When I mentioned that I did not know who my father was, he told me that I would never be able to enter the Celestial Kingdom, etc., etc., until I "forgave him."

Well, I tried to explain that I didn't even know my father and had nothing to forgive, however, this information fell on deaf ears and he proceeded with his mission of instructing me, all the while continuing to hold fast onto my hand with both of his. Fortunately, a male friend in our party got him to release his grip and got me away from him. That was just too weird! I never did figure out why he grabbed me, a total stranger and went on a tirade. Senile maybe?

MISC:
Remember the female workers with their little pockets full of emergency supplies? I got a chewable vitamin C one time when I was having an allergy attack.

This one I won't forget!
Sometimes a little humor lightens the mood of a dull, repetitive temple session.

Many years ago, I attended the temple with a group from our Ward. One of the ladies was a very small spry (probably about 80 yr old) widow, who had recently lost her large built 90+ year old husband.She arrived with us at the temple , carrying her matching suitcase with the temple garb. Remember those!?

When she opened it, she realized she had her deceased husbands suitcase! Laughingly, she remarked that she probably gave them the wrong suitcase for her husband's burial, and she wondered if he was buried in her temple clothes. (Not likely as those are different - but she probably didn't know that.)

Not to be deterred, she put on his large one piece men's garments. She didn't have quite enough clothes in her size, so one of the matrons brought some for her.

The three of us women, who knew what happened, could barely keep our faces straight through the session knowing she was wearing her deceased husbands, very large, men's garments, which she later remarked were more comfortable than her own.

And then there were those sashes:
I remember those sashes and especially how much trouble some of the older man had keeping them in the right place. Sometimes, when a man pulled on it, it went whoosh... came completely out!

It was not uncommon for the whole temple session to be held up while someone helped the guy re-thread his string into his robe. The solution was so simple. Sew them in!
But NO .... that didn't happen.

That's just the highlights of some of my experiences in the LDS temples.



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Great post! Thank you!

Ha-ha-ha!

I thought I was the only one.

During the death oaths, I literally crossed my fingers under my robe, and repeated in my mind, "God, I don't mean any of this!"

I felt the presence of evil.

Just try to get up to go to the bathroom, if you want to be accosted and harassed! The temple always made me nauseated, for some reason, and when the matrons gave me a hard time, I asked if I could please sit in the back, on the aisle. It was my wedding day, and I couldn't just leave. No! They were very angry that I had asked. They said it was my first time, and I needed to sit next to those "in charge of me." In subsequent visits, I was never allowed to step out of my place in line, to get that aisle seat. I'm sure they hated my crawling over everyone's knees.

In the temple, you can not deviate. You can not talk. You can not pee. You can not leave your costume un-tied. You can not choose your hug-person at the veil. You can not sit where you want--especially not sit on the furniture in the celestial room. The furniture is for appearance only--move along because the next group is coming through....

A temple Mormon pried open some of the lockers, and stole our stuff, so I left the temple for the long drive home, barefoot, with no sweater or coat, no money or driver's license. I felt it was ironic that I had been "stripped and robbed" both literally and figuratively. I was alone. (I had gone through with a group of singles, as "ministering angels", never "Kings and Queens, Priests and Priestesses.) That was the last time I went.

When my daughter got married in the temple, I was assessed a couple of thousand dollars! I had to pay tithing for 5 months, the duration of my daughter's engagement, before the bishop would allow me to have a recommend. I offered my daughter the money in cash, instead, but she wanted me at her wedding, as her siblings were too young to go, and her bridesmaids and friends were not yet "endowed," or were not Mormons. Why did we allow the Mormon cult to push everyone around like that?

I love your story of you wandering into the public area, in your temple costume!

In the temple, when they told me to sit by my daughter, so I could help her with the proper costume changes, we gave each other a look--I had not been to the temple in years. Each time there was a shift in the robes and sashes and aprons and whatever, we kept the whole audience waiting. All of my daughter's fanatic TBM future in-laws, my daughter's future husband on the men's side--everyone--stared at us in silence, while we struggled to catch up. It's funny now, but we were humiliated, back then.

My daughter left the temple crying. Thank goodness the reception saved the rest of the day.

We thought WE were the idiots--but all the time, THEY were the idiots!

exminion Wrote:
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I see you had some strange experiences, also. We wouldn't dare think of talking about them as members. It's such a holy place, and all that.

I wondered who the thieves were in the temple that required us to lock our personal items in the lockers and carry the keys. Locked lockers didn't help you! What a terrible experience.
>
> A temple Mormon pried open some of the lockers,
> and stole our stuff, so I left the temple for the
> long drive home, barefoot, with no sweater or
> coat, no money or driver's license. I felt it was
> ironic that I had been "stripped and robbed" both
> literally and figuratively. I was alone. (I had
> gone through with a group of singles, as
> "ministering angels", never "Kings and Queens,
> Priests and Priestesses.) That was the last time
> I went.
>

> We thought WE were the idiots--but all the time,
> THEY were the idiots!


Once I stepped back and looked at the whole religion as an observer, I found it all quite humorous. I've always been able to see humor where many others don't. So, I laughed and giggled and snickered my way out of the Mormon Church.

Oh my gosh, it was my wedding day. I wanted to feel the spirit so I had fasted, my mother was my escort. It was a live session in the salt lake City Temple. I couldn't believe the the oaths and symolism and the weird garb we were putting on. I thought who are these people? I expected to find out my mother wasn't my mother and I had been kidnapped by a cult. I was so freaked out that I began vomiting water into my lap, I hadn't even had so much as water to drink. My mother suggested that maybe I had some sin in me trying to get out. It felt evil or wrong to me. I continued to attend other sessions for years. Escorted family members and as a relief society president escorted sisters but never felt the spirit or comfortable.



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First time I went through, was one of the temples where they were still using live actors. To my 18 year old self I thought Adam and Eve were old enough that they may be the originals. And why is Satan the only one who acts like he's having fun? Main thing I remember though is how good it felt to get my clothes changed and get out the temple door afterward.
Come let us go down indeed!

It was confusing and kind of creepy the first time I went through. Just plain annoying the final time. Silly and pointless.

Michael Ballam as Satan in the 1992ish video is the best part of the whole temple ceremony. What a villain! What a performance!

thegame2017
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I agree. Satan has the best part in the whole movie.

Will they EVER offer a Clothing-Optional session?

GNPE1 Wrote:
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> Will they EVER offer a Clothing-Optional session?


haha..! Oh ya... that would get you to attend if it's a nudist optional sesson?

Some of what we experienced in the early 60's has been eliminated.See changes for 1975, 1978, 1990 in particular and 2008.

http://www.ldsendowment.org/timeline.html

I felt it was much worse than washing and anointing.

Sashes. I didn't tie the bow perfect and the lady held up the session to retie my bow.

My robe was inside out at the veil. I even had a friend come with me so I wouldn't do anything wrong as I was always being nit picked by the old ladies. I took forever getting through the veil so I could switch the robe around. Shocked they didn't make me do the whole session over because of it.

Never had a pleasant temple visit.

And like someone above said, the reception saved the day. isn't that a sad commentary on our wedding days?



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My strange experiences -

1.) As a teenager doing baptisms for the dead. Was dunked 90+ times in a row. Once I left the font all I wanted to do was crash under a hot shower. Apparently I was in the steaming shower too long as a temple worker was sent in to get me so they could get on with the 90+ confirmations. They probably thought I was masturbating. Should have.

2.) First time going through for my endowments. Throat slitting, bowel slicing, Pay Lay Ale-ing. Yup...I WAS in a cult!! 'Nuff said.

3.) My Wedding Day. My wife and I are the first at the veil. I stick my hand through the slit, give her the grip, and ask, "What is that?" The old lady helping her tells her the WRONG response. I look at the little old man standing next to me and ask him, "What now?" He says, "Do it again". So I do, and again, the wrong response. The little old man says, "Do it again". After two more failed attempts I pull my hand out of the slit in the veil and wrap my fingers around the tie and lower collar of the little old man's shirt. I pull him close to me and whisper in his ear, "Get the fuck over to the other side of this veil, talk to the old lady, and get this shit straightened out." Shaken and nervous he takes off for the other side of the veil. I can't see him, but I hear him whispering to the old lady. A minute later he returns and tells me to "Do it again". This time everything works out and I am able to pull my bride through the veil.

That should have been a "sign" for me and I should have left my bride right then at the veil. It would have saved me 19 years of a miserable marriage. When we finally did emerge into the Celestial Room we were the last ones of the wedding group to do so. The looks that were shot our way from the family and guests were priceless. I believe they thought we had second thoughts while standing at the veil. LOL!! Should have.

Although I was always a temple recommend holding TBM for years, I only went through the temple again once or twice after that.

Jaxson Wrote:
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> My strange experiences -
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Fortunately, I joined at 19 and missed the baptisms for the dead.

I've had a good, long laugh visualizing that fiasco at the veil- your cursed filled orders, scaring the bejebus out of the little old man, finally getting it right. I had that damn stuff at the veil memorized and could remember it for years... ARGH!! I know those "looks" of disapproval.

I caused enough trouble once, I managed to behave from then on!
Oh ya. The signs, the clues, the big red flags - the denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Thanks for sharing your stories. I have found that laughing my way out of Mormonism is the only true way!

I'd love to read more about your temple experiences.

I left still wondering what the "extra light and knowledge" was that I was supposed to have gained.

Heidi GWOTR Wrote:
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> I left still wondering what the "extra light and
> knowledge" was that I was supposed to have gained.


Here you go!
PETER: Adam, having been true and faithful in all things, desires further light and knowledge by conversing with the Lord through the veil.

LORD: Present him at the veil, and his request shall be granted.

http://www.ldsendowment.org/veil.html

Frequently at work if I need information I'll tell the person I am seeking light and knowledge.

I never really liked going to the temple, but I never had any of these horrible experiences either. I had a back injury that didn't allow me to sit for long periods of time, and I went to the temple the same day every week, so the workers got to know me. They always made sure when patrons were filing into the endowment room that I was seated in the end seat on the last row so that I could stand up if I needed to without disturbing the session and they also made sure that I was the first one to go through the Veil.

Didn't make the Temple experience any more meaningful, but at least it wasn't downright unpleasant, and I always appreciated their compassion and consideration.

Flashbacks...
*During the first visit, the fuss over the lace on my new garments were peeking at the shoulder neckline. I had my gown handmade to the specifications of the exact garment I would be wearing. The matrons freaked that it was showing and went to fetch the dickey/slip over cover-up.

I was chastised that I should have "consulted" with the Temple guidelines before having my dress made. Informed the matron that I consulted with a LDS woman with a recommend that makes Temple gowns as a business.

Before the dickey is considered, one matron adjusts my shoulder sleeves and voila I was covered. There was a moment of silence as the matrons all looked at each other. One speaks up, I had to demonstrate that the vile 1/16th of an inch lace would not pop out. I never understood why it was so horrible that the lace on my holy garment, on my virginal wedding day, amongst the holy people of the world...would be taken as risqué.???

*The rancid breath of the lady who anointed me...the feeling of her hands over my body under the big cloth poncho. I did go back another time and tried anointing for the dead...never again. I thought it was awful the first time, but racked it up to first time nerves. I was never a prude, but that made me feel violated.

*The stupid grin on my now ex husbands face that he got to bring me thru the veil like he won the lottery. He was surprised too that he never got to do it again.

*Future passing thru the veil and the five points with old men. Their breath, the fact that someone else's groin was on my thigh and a strangers hand around my body. The knocks about what is wanted...I wanted to state "Get me out of here" a few times.

*The tinkling of the chandelier above our heads in the celestial room...thinking that the room really just looked like a posh hotel. It didn't feel holy. My husband thought it was amazing to kiss me while sitting on the sofa there. I didn't feel amazing to me. It felt creepy. Of course we were not permitted to linger longer than 10 minutes...had to make room for others. I was also nauseated every time I was in the Temple...Matrons just assumed I was pregnant.

*The locking up my things always bothered me. The ugly green fig apron. Michael Ballum's part as Satan. Saw him in public once and avoid him like the plague. How my ex husband looked like the Pillsbury dough boy. How any and all questions in the Temple about the Temple ceremony were answered vaguely. Nothing felt truly meaningful.

*Going alone one time, hoping for some miraculous insight while in the Celestial room. My husband had become abusive, I was always sickly from the stress and my hands were swollen..so I didn't wear my wedding ring that day. Sitting in the Celestial room crying, feeling horribly alone and lost. A woman sits down next to me and says "I know dear..."She shows me her hand. No ring. I assumed she thought I was sad because I was unmarried, ie no ring?

*Leaving the temple and putting away my clothes after that alone trip. Obviously no revelation. I knew I would not be back. In my street clothes I looked at myself in the mirror. Hair falling out, gained 70 # since that first Temple trip, older than my years, eyes red, sickly, haggard. I had become one of those worn out LDS Moms. None of the things promised to me on the first day came to pass. NOT ONE.

*Fast forward 20+ years and Im single and shockingly HAPPY. I wake up in peace daily. My ex and I are amicable around each other. I have a successful career and raised successful kids into adults (mostly alone and NOW the ex thanks me). Im not sure where his head is exactly...and frankly I don't care. Everyone who knows the both of us always tells me he lost the greatest thing that came to him (me) but he is way too proud to admit it.

"Nothing felt truly meaningful."

That sums it up beautifully and is the most incriminating thing that can be said about the temple experience. I have comic books with more depth and thought-provoking, inspirational content.

Great topic!

It's perfectly clear that many members had questions, doubts and concerns that were to never be discussed due to the alleged sacredness of the baloney.

At the time, I couldn't figure out why I wasn't having those marvelous elevated spiritual experiences that all the testimony imaginers were claiming. I had bad, confusing and downright unpleasant experiences at the temple.

Some were:

-being denied to advance to the veil because my father and I had our baker hat strings tied to the wrong shoulder. A worker had helped us as we both were too slow in changing our sashes.

-being denied to carry a bottle water or leave the endowment room when having a coughing attack.

-got lost from the live endowment session when walking room to room. Was told that I would either have to start over with a new session and name or be debriefed by a temple president. I got tired of waiting in the hallway so I went back to the locker room to get out. Family and friends had no idea that I had gotten separated.

-during a live session, the geezer playing Adam lost his plate while delivering his lines from the top of the stairs.

-when walking into the pre-session waiting area (chapel?) the temple worker wouldn't let me stand at the entrance to wait for my family or church acquaintances. He grew impatient and pulled my hand to be seated. I ended up sandwiched between strangers so I attempted to "correct" myself as we walked toward the endowment room and the same worker "re-seated" me before beginning the ceremony. I should have walked out.

-not being permitted to enjoy the celestial room because another group was coming through!

And don't get me started on the "true order of prayer" nonsense!

Please excuse my ignorance. What is meant by "lost his plate"?

Misspelling??

place, lost his place reading his lines?

Had a coughing episode and he almost lost his upper dentures.

I won't think he had a plate a snacks and almost dropped his plate.

***lost his denture

During the live version at SLC, you move from room to room as well as ascending stairs. The man portraying was Adam was a spry 80 year something. He was standing near the top of the stairs. As he was saying his lines, his lower dentures escaped his mouth and fell to the lower floor. It landed near me as I was one of the stragglers in the group and I couldn't even stand on one of the steps because there was a large group of older members scattered among the steps in front of me. A temple matron got a tissue and picked it up and began to ascend the steps by pushing by men and women staggered on the staircase. Adam popped in his denture and continued to the next room. I was the only one in the group that had trouble keeping my composure. I was so bad that one of the annoyed temple workers grabbed my elbow twice to remind me "levity is not permitted in the lord's house."

messygoop

That's hilarious. The temple patrons are such grumps!

You reminded me of an awful experience that I forgot to share.
A very pregnant woman actually threw up on me! Yup. Splat. I knew it was coming so moved but got hit, slightly. She got to leave, but they didn't let me leave.

I think that's terrible about being vomited on and not allowed to clean yourself.

That's why the temple experience was such an enigma. People acted more abnormally in that place and were not called out of it under the "cloak of sacredness". Every time I went there as a youth or an adult, I observed people in "authority" enforcing their own rules. What you were told was fit and proper on one occasion was completely wrong on the next visit.

When dead dunking at the Oakland Temple, temple workers would come and go. After all, the ward/branch was responsible for providing the workers (the dunker and two recorders/ name readers). So my ward was busy dunking over and over and over; and a temple authority walks in with an angry scowl. He starts flapping his arms and yells in a loud-not-for-temple voice to stop. He goes over to my ward's first councilor bishopric and tells him that all the baptisms that were done without the presence of a ph temple worker are invalid. Since they had no idea when the worker left the font, the entire session was declared to be voided. Moreover, we were told that another group was waiting to do their baptismal work and that we needed to exit. That saved me from being dunked that day as I was the last in line!

Now fast forward to the following month again at Oakland. This time I was to be first because the group felt so bad that I didn't have the opportunity to be "drowned". My ward leaders were very conscientious of the "new instructions" and they stopped the baptisms when the officiator left the area. After 10 minutes, the dunker and I left the font because we were tired of waiting for the worker to return. It wasn't long that both the youth and my ward's leaders were quietly chatting even though we were all aware that we were in the temple.

So who walks in the big white suit?

The temple president with his giant gold name tags and shiny gold cuff links. Silence grows in the room as he opens his mouth. "May I ask why you all are standing around gossiping when there's work to be done?" He continued his rant.

"We are very busy today and there are groups waiting to use these facilities. Some have driven all morning; even 3 or more hours to get to the temple." (No shit Sherlock. We were THAT group.) He continued.

"Do you not know what to do? We don't have the time to be looking over your shoulder every second that you're here. Now you've frittered away your allotted time so we'll give you 10 more minutes to finish up." And he walked out of the font area.

These and many more experiences made me loathe going to the temple.

A not-so-amusing one that happened to my parents.

It involved the locker and the key. My goofy father lost the locker key during a Friday night session. He told a worker and (big surprise) they both went back into the endowment room to look for it. Another temple worker stood near the locker so a possible "thief" would not be able to steal from the locker while my dad was looking for the key. They were unable to find the key.

It was getting late and all the other temple visitors had left. My Mom was getting worried; unaware that Dad had lost the locker key. She was sitting in the lobby area and one of the sisters kept coming by to "shoo" her out. The lady even told her that BART (train) didn't stop at the temple so she needed to walk to next street to catch the bus. My Mom instantly detected her sassy tone and retorted "I know dear. I am waiting for my husband. He has this thing called a key. We have a car."

In the main entrance there was a big huddle of the almighty priesthood with a lot of whispering. Finally, one of the workers approached my Dad and asked him if it were possible for him to make alternate plans and come back in the morning. While Dad was hard of hearing, my Mom heard the ensuing kerfuffle and walked over to see my Dad standing in his temple jumpsuit with his robe and sash firmly gripped in his hands.

Mom took control. "Ok he lost your key. Can you use your spare key so he can get his street clothes, wallet and car keys?" Without waiting for a reply, Mom fired one more question.

"You do have a master key, right?"

They all looked at each other. A few looked down at the floor.

"Well!!!" My Mom was very agitated.

One finally spoke up. "Yes, we have a master key, but none of us are authorized to used it. We have to secure President _____'s permission to use it. We have been calling his private residence and have activated his pager. We are waiting for his call"

Mom continued. "So what are we going to do? Stay here all night waiting for one of you to be brave enough to use an emergency set of keys. This is ridiculous."

About 10 minutes later, a call came in. So at 11:10pm, my Dad got his keys and wallet from the locker. He relegated to drive to away in his temple jumpsuit. He worried that they would find another excuse to lock them inside the temple or their beloved parking lot.

I know how awful it is to be splattered that way, SuzyQ!

We had a fire drill in third grade and our principal insisted that we stand silently at attention during it. The girl behind me in line vomited and it splashed on my legs, burning them. The growing pile of vomitus smelled horrible. I was dying to run into the bathroom and wash my legs off but did not dare risk her wrath. When we got back in our classroom, I asked if I could wash myself off. Unbelievably, she asked why I needed to wash. I explained why and received permission. There were actually lesions on my legs by then from the hydrochloric acid and my dress was a mess!



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> I know how awful it is to be splattered that way,
> SuzyQ!
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OH NO! Your experience was much worse than mine. I just got a little fine spray on my home made white temple dress, which I washed and bleached when I got home!

Thanks for answering my question, Messygoop. I really enjoyed the story. If I had been there with you I would have been laughing heartily as well!

I had just finished a session in the San Diego Temple and was in the celestial room when I decided to explore a little bit. I went up the stairs and walked into a sealing room. The room was empty and I thought I would just sit and ponder for a minute or two. Some pompous asshole temple worker came in and chased me out. I wish I would have said something like, "Hey asshole, I have paid for this room many times over with all the tithing money I have given to this church so F**k off!" I will never set foot in a temple again.
I had a talk with my TBM wife and told her that I can not pass a temple recommend interview because I absolutely do not sustain the leaders of the church and their warped, twisted policies and I no longer pay tithing. To her everlasting credit, she supports me.

Best one I know is the friend who took his very small pet monkey through a session with him. Little thing would fit in a pocket. Was not feeling well and he has promised a Temple Trip - so he and his wife went. He kept the little guy quiet the whole time and once in the Celestial room showed the little guy to his wife.

She shrieked in surprise - and a matron hurried over to see what was wrong. The wife was half choking trying to hold back laughter and finally got the matron to leave. Then they went downstairs, got dressed and went out to dinner and had a good laugh about it.

Yes, it is a true Story, it really happened.

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It's a 10! #1 Best Temple Story!

That is the best story ever! Must have been something like a marmoset! Some of them can fit in your palm! I could NOT have made it through the session for LMAO

Oh wait. They were in celestial room. Ok change that to I would have run out of the road laughing on the way to dinner.

I thought the whole thing was weird and bewildering, but mostly I remember waiting for this 'further light and knowlegde..'
I kept expecting something more.. something that was worth going through all this bother for..

So after the veil whispering what is wanted debacle, I stumble into the celestial room and my soon to be husband and other family members are smiling and beaming and hugging me.. and I"m standing there thinking:

"Wait... WHAT!?? .. WAS THAT IT!!???"

Then there was a hurried flurry because we had to 'get married'. That's why we came after all..

It was al rushed... I was shoed into the 'bridal room' of which my mother had cooed and gushed about how lovely and special it was.. but I only remember being hurried..

Quick quick.. they are waiting for you upstairs... they are ALL waiting.... hurry!..

My lovely dress covered by the garb.. my groom in a silly hat.. and it was over before I even realised what the hell was going on.. and again I was left thinking: "Was THAT it??"

and then ofcourse I became convinced that it was all my fault.. I didn't feel the spirit and I didn't understand the further light and knowlegde because I wasn't worthy enough..... not good enough.. and terrified that the holy people in the temple could tell..