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schrodingerscat
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Date: November 28, 2020 04:13PM
I didn't pressure any of our kids to quit the church when we quit believing. I quit believing long before their Mom, so I had to take the "New Order Mormon" route for about 3 years, to avoid getting a divorce. But eventually I found the key for her de-conversion, which was polygamy, polyandry and convincing her the Joseph's Myth was a sexual predator who abused his wife emotionally and totally gaslit her with a fake revelation that's still contained in D&C 132. It was like a light went on in her mind and she totally changed. She went from threatening me with divorce if I was honest with our kids about my doubts, to saying, "That's it. I'm done. Let's stop by Victoria's Secret to get some sexy underwear. I always hated these God Damned Garments, and the Temple! Every time they said 'bow your head and say, 'yes', I'd bow my head and say, 'Fuck You', Oh and stop by the liquor store. I need a stiff drink!" (Unfortunately she didn't stop there and ended up making up for lost time and threw our marriage in the garbage after 30years in the process of getting even with that man whore Joseph's Myth who robbed her of her GD youth!)
3 of our kids took to non-Mormonism like ducks take to water. But our oldest Son had the hardest time accepting the fact that we quit believing in Mormonism, when he was 12 years old at the time. He didn't quit, even though we did.
He kept going with his TBM Grandma and my TBM Sister. It wasn't until he got tired of being treated like a poor little orphan child, who's parents had died that he decided to quit going. He was like, my parents are not dead, they just go to a different church down the road. (Yeah, totally not a CULT.) He grew up and adjusted to not being Mormon, but he was always really resentful towards me for, in his words, "Ripping the rug out from underneath me, after raising me to be a Good Little Mormon Boy, by telling me everything you taught me about the church we were born into, was wrong."
That was one of the toughest parts of leaving the Mormon church, having to explain to my kids, in a way they'd understand, why I did a 180 and rejected our only family's only real religious identity. The way I did it was probably not very convincing to them at the time.
Yesterday he asked me how I explained the spiritual experiences I had as a Mormon, that confirmed the truthfulness of the church, now that I was no longer Mormon.
When I was a youth I got a "Patriarchal Blessing" that said a lot of things that would turn out to be true. One of them was that when I was ready, I should consider not only my needs, but the needs of my fellow men and I should go to the Lord in prayer and that I would be visited by heavenly messengers who would outline my field of study and career to me.
So when I got home from my mission, I knelt down on my knees, said a prayer and heard a voice telling me what my field of study and career would be. I had never considered that career or the field of study in college, which was Math, because the last math class I'd taken was 10th Grade Geometry, which I almost failed. I went and spoke to my college guidance counsellor who told me that if I really wanted to go into that field, I'd be the first one who graduated from that college to go into it and in order to get accepted into the school I had to have a year of calculus and a year of Physics. I signed up for Physics and Algebra 101. The first day of physics the professor started solving physics problems using quadratic equations and calculus. I knew I was in over my head. I decided I'd drop the class. I was walking down to the registrar's office to drop the class and that little voice in my head said, "Turn around. Go back and talk to your professor." Clear as a bell. So I did. I went back and explained to my Physics Prof why I had decided to drop her class. She begged me not to drop it and told me there were really on about 4 equations I needed to remember and the rest she'd give me if it was on a test. She went through and taught me all the equations and really encouraged me in physics. I turned out to love physics and excel at it. It also motivated me to learn all the math that goes into physics and I ended up excelling at math and loving it also.
So long story short, every step along the way in my career, I've felt like I've had a little extra help and motivation, from this little voice that pops up occasionally to tell me what direction to take in my life. And I always listen to that voice, because it's never steered me astray. I still do. Even though now I know that little voice isn't a 'heavenly voice' it's a voice inside of me. It's like my conscience, telling me the difference between right and wrong, and inspiring me to have compassion for others and raise my consciousness about the suffering of others.
So that's how I explain it now, it had nothing to do with Mormonism, it's just that my inner spirit, or psyche, or subconscience, or soul, that part of me that is the best part of me, knows, is like a guide that never steers me wrong.
It's that same still small voice that convinced me that I needed to turn around, when I had my hand on the door of the church office building. It told me I had some serious questions in my mind about the church that I needed to resolve before I committed to working for the church designing temples.
He said to me, "I have NEVER had any of those experiences. And I want them. Trust me. I do. And it's so rare to have those kinds of experiences. It's really rare Dad. It's like a gift."
Like I told him, "We all have a conscience. I believe that's the still small voice that spoke to me. It was my conscience or what Jung would call my psyche. You have one too. We all do. We just have to tune out all the other noise to hear it. and that's the tough part, tuning out the noise."