Other Visions and Dreams

Selected dreams and visions given to David.

God, the Devil, and the Freedom to Choose

As a small child, I was accustomed to playing with my friends on Sundays and getting ice cream from the ice cream truck. When I found out we were going to church for the first time and would miss the ice cream truck, I was devastated. My parents had taught me right from wrong and about God and the Devil and had explained we need to go to church to worship God. 
That night I threw a tantrum and camped out in the upstairs hall to protest the idea of being at church all day. (Back then, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints broke Sunday worship into two parts: starting in the morning, a break for lunch, then back again in the afternoon.) I had faith that God and the Devil were real based on the word of my parents. In my childish anger, I got on my knees and prayed to the devil. It may have been a dream, but after my prayer, he appeared to me. I remember it vividly because it has haunted me my entire life. 
Satan promised me many things, if I would just fight against the Church of God. He promised me wealth and fame, but I told him all I wanted was candy. He told me I could use the wealth to buy candy, which I thought at the time sounded good. He gave me questions to ask to make the church look bad, such as Joseph Smith saying he was the author of the Book of Mormon in the original print, and other questions that really only make sense to those without faith. 
In the end, I wouldn’t agree to join him. It didn’t feel right, and I realized I was being selfish. But I remembered what he told me, in case I thought I needed the information. The next day, I went to church with my parents. I found it boring, yet decided that rather than ask the devil’s questions, I wanted to learn for myself. The people were nice, but I still felt like there was something wrong. It was as if the people were too nice, like they wanted something. What, I didn’t know. But I really enjoyed the Latter-day Saint missionaries playing with us before their “discussions.” 
Wanting to know the truth, I taught myself to read using the Latter-day Saint Church’s child scriptures and cassette tapes. I prayed about what I read but didn’t really feel anything. I couldn’t tell if this religion was correct or not but believing that I’d received a vision I knew I had to discover the truth. 
Then one day, we were at an open house at the Latter-day Saint church. My parents had been baptized at this point. I needed to know if God was real for myself. I thought that God must be real, as I had seen the devil, yet, to me, the Latter-day Saint Church seemed so silly. A boy had found gold plates and translated them? This just didn’t make sense to my child mind. 
I too —like Joseph Smith Jr.— was a child; a younger one, but still a child. How could Smith do this and I not? So, I knelt down at the pew and started to pray silently to myself. I told the Lord that if he was real, and Joseph Smith was a prophet, then he, Smith, was no better than me – a human boy. I told the Lord that I didn’t want my parents to be lied to, and I wanted to know the truth. I asked the Lord, telling him that if He could show Himself to Joseph Smith, a mere boy, He could show Himself to me. 
I knew this to be true in a profound way. It was black and white: either God would reveal himself to me, or Smith was a liar. For me, it was that simple. The scriptures teach that we should have the faith of a child. I can honestly say that my faith was never as pure again as it was that day. I had pure faith in a way I can only describe as that of the brother of Jared when he saw the Lord’s finger. 
As soon as I finished the prayer, my eyes were opened to a vision. In this vision, I heard the voice of the Lord telling me that Joseph Smith was his servant. The Lord showed me the history of the Latter Day Saint movement, Smith following the Lord, making mistakes, but pressing on as he learned and grew. 
I then saw Joseph Smith Jr. die; he was murdered and the Church split. I saw that the majority of the Church went west to Utah. I saw that church grow there and from there throughout the world. I also saw other denominations start, falter, stop, and move on but none with the growth of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 
I would pause, break out of the vision if you will, every so often to ask my father, who was sitting in the pew next to me while i was kneeling, questions. I had such great faith in my father that when he told me that what I asked was true, I had even greater faith in what I was seeing. If he said he didn’t know something, I would just go back into the vision to learn more. Eventually, I knew my father couldn’t answer any more of my questions, so I fully enveloped myself into the vision. 
Up to that point all I has seen was the past, yet I also saw the future. 
I saw the Latter-day Saint Church split again; a wickedness had entered the Church from it’s beginnings and grown over time. The majority of the Saints did not follow the Lord. I saw that in the wickedness of the Saints, their hearts were hardened against their fellow man. Rather than learn from their time as the underdog, they went from being the oppressed to becoming oppressors. 
I saw many more things in this vision, a number of them I’ve read in the visions of other apostles. but I kept them to myself, as I had been told over and over that what Smith had seen couldn’t be seen by others. I did not think anyone would believe me. But I had seen a vision and the Lord told me he had a work for me and asked me if I would like to know more. I said yes. 
From that time, for over a year, I was visited by angels that taught me the will of the Lord. All of my life people have said that I have a way of understanding and teaching spiritual truths that amazes them, but this isn’t me; it is because of the lessons I learned from angels as a child. They opened my mind in a way that causes me to see things the way I do. This isn’t to say that I am more holy, or better than anyone else. Everyone can have these experiences. I’m not special in any way. I was merely given a choice and chose to follow a God that promised nothing but information, rather than a devil that promised everything without really telling me anything.

Meeting the Lord

By the time I was six years of age, I had seen my angel friends numerous times; they had taught me, and answered many of my questions. I told practically no one of my experiences as the very few people I tried to share my visions with mocked them, thinking they were the imaginations of a child; yet I knew them to be true. 
A number of times I had asked to see the Lord but was told I could not; I surmise now it was because I was too young to receive the gift of the Holy Ghost, or simply not ready. But, in truth I do not know why I was not permitted to see Him. I know my faith allowed me to dream dreams, have visions, and visits from angels, but I fear that my lack of understanding as a child may have stood in the way of seeing the Lord for myself. 
One day, I was sent up for quiet time, and as usual, I did not sleep; I was playing when the angel of the Lord appeared and asked me if I would like to speak to the Lord. I answered in the affirmative and was told to go to the window, but that I could not open the curtain. My room was on the second story, so I surmised the Lord would be standing on the ground, but his voice was clearly just on the other side. 
I asked the Lord if he was flying; He said, with a voice full of joy, that he was, in a manner. I had been told I was forbidden to touch the angels, and wondered if I could touch the Lord, so I asked him if I could give him a hug, to feel Him with my eyes closed; but the Lord saw through me, asking me if I would peek. I admitted that I would, He laughed with a joy I will never forget, and we talked for some time. 
He first answered all of my questions and then began to ask me questions; finally, He asked me if I would covenant to serve Him and I told him I would, as he made me happy. After the covenant was made, He left, and as He did, so too did the joy of being in His presence. Wanting the Lord to return, I opened the curtains, expecting to see Him, asking him to come back; but he was gone. 
I turned back to the angel who told me that once I was baptized and received the Holy Spirit, I could feel that joy all of the time; it was also explained to me that there would still be pain, trials, and hardships. The angel of the Lord told me that our time together would be over soon. The angel said that I would still receive visions and revelations, particularly after I had received baptism by Fire —the Gift of the Holy Ghost.

The Creation

As a teenage boy, one night I sat in my room conversing with the voice of the Lord; I was asking Him questions and He was giving me answers. My vision of the creation came this night when I was in bed, pondering the mysteries of the universe. I had been praying and was filled with the spirit. I was pondering the theory of evolution and the creation story, as told by my religious relatives and as I had learned of it at church (the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints). As a teenager in high school, this seemed very important to me; the Lord had already shown me a few visions that evening and I was fearful of the answer I would receive. 
Would God reveal my understanding of the Bible false, or was all the scientific evidence a lie? How could science and what I thought the scriptures taught be in conflict? 
I prayed to see the creation, as recorded in the Bible, and a vision unfolded before my eyes. I saw gases and stars; the materials moved, and the sun was formed. Then the earth; it was as if time was on fast forward, the whole of it happened as a series of events, a timeline shown to me with no explanation. 
At first, I was amazed at how quickly everything transpired; “seven days,” as recorded in the scriptures, seemed like mere moments to me. As I asked questions, the events rolled back and played again, like a movie; but things were slowed down so I could see clearer. 
Very quickly, I realized the problem with what I was seeing; time was not a factor to the Lord. The Earth was not created in mere moments, nor was it created in seven literal days. Visions are given, not in real time, but in the Lord’s time. And, to Him all time is nonexistent. How can one that is eternal measure time in a way comparable to finite beings? 
When I asked him about the truth of the battle between evolution and creation, the voice of the Lord spoke to me saying: “What does it matter, know that all things were made by my hand.” 
But I insisted. I wanted to know the truth, and I pointed out that He was a God of truth. The Lord slowed down the vision again, this time I saw the creation of everything, not just of the planet. I saw small cells multiplying and life forming, life growing and changing, evolving right before my eyes. 
At a quick glance, it was easy to see how one could think things were being created out of nothing; however, at a closer look, it was clear that life was not simply called out of nothing. I cannot say exactly how everything worked or in what order, but a few things were made very clear to me: 
First, nothing was an accident; everything was created for a reason, and these reasons are parts of God’s plan. Second, Adam and Eve were not alone on the Earth, nor were they the first people. They were the first people in the story of mankind as it relates to our salvation, the salvation of this human family. Not only did spiritual death enter the world through Adam and Eve, but spiritual life as well. Third, revelation is a hard thing to understand, we should not jump to conclusions and sometimes one revelation or vision can have many meanings. Lastly, the Lord doesn’t always tell us what we want to hear, sometimes He gives us the answer we need, even if it isn’t the answer to the question asked. 
At this point the Lord had shown me the creation of the Earth, and enlightened my understanding in many ways, yet I had one other question I was afraid to ask. The Lord eased my mind through the power of the Holy Spirit and knowing it was alright to ask, I inquired as to where He came from. I felt joy from the Lord, knowing he wished for me to ask, and He answered my question with a vision. 
I saw, in vision, a pool of what looked like water; there, intelligences were moving on the face of the water. These intelligences began rising up and conversing. Then, they began to glow so bright it was hard to look upon them any longer. These then helped others out of the pool as well. 
It was then explained to me that what looked like water was in fact “the face of the waters” found in the deep; a great pool of intelligences (Genesis 1:2); this pool was where we all came from, we were a part of it. Whether the first to leave were Gods to our God (as I had been taught by some Latter-day Saints at church) or our Gods, our Heavenly Parents (Elohim) and Jesus Christ, alone was not made known to me. 
What was made known was that Elohim, our Heavenly Father and Mother, left on their own, creating their own spirit bodies; then they created their own bodies of flesh and bone as they have now, and that YHWH, Jesus Christ, had been with them from the beginning. 
These then helped other intelligences create their own spirit bodies; the first to create His own Spirit body was Jehovah/Jesus Christ, as he had been with them from the beginning. He, Jesus Christ, was literally the first born of the Father through their help in His spiritual creation; yet He is coeternal with the Father and a God, just as the Father is a God. From there, other noble and great ones were born to their own created spirit bodies, through the help and instruction of our Heavenly Parents. 
It was also clear that the lower the intelligence, the greater they needed help in the creation of their own spirit bodies, yet all humans on this Earth created their spirit bodies themselves. This is why God, in the books of Genesis and Moses, “moved upon the face of the water” but in the book of Abraham, “the Spirits of the gods” were “brooding” or better said, incubating. 
God the Father and his wife or wives were self-created; as his children we too are self-created, but only through the help of our Heavenly Parents. All that were intelligences understood, to their capacity, what was happening and rejoiced greatly upon leaving the face of the waters in the deep; they understood that this was the first part in creating eternal physical bodies of flesh and bone, as they saw Elohim had. 
It should be understood that matter and intelligence are both co-eternal; neither has beginning nor end; the progress of joining these two co-eternal forces is the point of all existence and the end of the first eternity (Doctrine and Covenants 90:8d CoC/93:33 CJCLdS). It is the priesthood and the Law that allows this to happen, and only by obedience to the Law can the priesthood work; and, Christ’s Grace shows mercy to us that we may use the priesthood though we are imperfect. 
This helped me to understand the vision I had of the creation, as I was shown in it that we created the Earth, as we are gods; the children of God the Father and a Heavenly Mother; (whether we are all from the same Heavenly Mother or if Heavenly Father has more than one wife, I do not know); just as God the Father created His own body, first in spirit then in the flesh, we are now doing the same, with God’s help. 
However, His identity and intelligence are greater than ours, thus we need His divine guidance; we cannot do this on our own. Likewise, our obedience to the Law is too weak; we need a Savior. This is the role of Jesus Christ, to be the Savior of the world; His perfection is so great that His divinity is also eternally greater than ours; we need a way to converse with our Gods, this is the role of the Holy Ghost. 
This is why they are Gods, worthy of our worship; and we are gods, children of the Most High; this is how God is our Father, He and our Heavenly Mother look out for us, lead us guide us and sent their Sons, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit, to walk beside us so that we can find our way.

In the Garden

One night the Lord gave me a vision in the form of a dream. In this dream I was at work, watching the news, everyone’s eyes were glued to the TV screen, the reporters were stating that the Garden of Eden had been found here in North America. They were talking to experts in religion, philosophy, archaeology, and more, asking: what did this mean for the world? What did it mean for America? What did it mean for religion? 
Most of the people talking the loudest used this discovery to “prove” their own religions correct; Jews were outside the Garden praying, Protestants were preaching loudly, Catholics were chanting and using hand signs, some waving containers of smoke; Muslims had gathered and were praying and reading the Quran. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ missionaries in that area were talking to people, pointing out that Joseph Smith Jr. had said that the Garden of Eden was here in America. Other world religions were represented as well, and each gave their point of view on what the Garden really was – from Shangri La to Atlantis and more. 
There was a fear among many that the unholy would die if they entered the Garden, all of these religions seemed to think this spot should belong only to them and their followers. Though the Garden had been found, as of yet no one had entered. 
The biggest shock came when the people, archaeologists of no particular religious affiliation, that had made the discovery finally walked in, as when they did, they simply came right back out. These explorers looked just a little younger than when they went in, more refreshed and full of life. Though they had been gone but minutes, they stated they were in the Garden for years – a lifetime! 
Now reporters were talking to physicists; these scientists were talking about string theory and quantum mechanics, all trying to explain what had happened. Doctors were saying that the men and women that had come out were healthy and strong. 
Suddenly the push from people trying to get into the Garden was even greater as everyone wanted the “miracle food” inside that they imagined would cure their ills. Some even thought they would drink from the mythical fountain of youth and live forever. There were also ideas being entertained by some that entering would purify sins and that those that came out were now somehow “holy.” 
These reports went on for days. In my dream, I watched them on my breaks at work and until I went to sleep at night at home. After the first week, fears of economic collapse due to interest in the Garden had faded, but people all over the world were still making pilgrimages to get to the Garden of Eden. Coworkers kept asking when I was going, shocked to hear that I was waiting until my scheduled time off from work. I felt (in my dream) this was something that should happen at the right time, not just because I wanted it. 
Finally, that day came. I drove to Missouri and parked my car; I had to walk for miles from there, due to all the abandoned cars of the people that came before me. As I got closer to the front, I could hear people talking as they came out: 
“It was really beautiful!” exclaimed one woman, “Yeah, but there wasn’t much to do,” came a response from the man with her. 
“I’m getting a t-shirt, to remember the occasion,” said yet another. 
Most of the responses were like this; it seemed that many wanted in, but once there they didn’t know what to do in the Garden. Besides the religiously fervent, to some this was like an entertainment park, a cool “trick of nature,” to others a “scientific curiosity.” Yet the religious people that went in expecting to see angels or miracles came out disappointed, some were now even calling it a tourist trap. 
As I walked passed them, on my way into the Garden, a man tried to stop me from going in. 
“Excuse me, I need you to fill out this survey before you enter,” he said, very politely. 
“No thank you,” I said just as politely. “I apologize for the inconvenience,” he said with the utmost courtesy, “but I can’t let you in until after you complete the survey.” 
I tried to move him out of the way with my arm, but he put his hands up, asking that I not touch him. “Can’t you ask someone else?” I asked, waving my hands towards all the people walking past me. 
“We are asking everyone,” he said. 
I looked around and saw a few others dressed like him. They too were all asking people to stop, but everyone was just walking past them as if they couldn’t even see them. Annoyed that he was focusing on me, but understanding as no one else was listening, I went with him. 
After sitting down, the man explained that people were going in freely and free of charge, but that they wanted to see what they learned while in there, among other things too lengthy to go over in this narrative. I thought this rather scientific and was suddenly a little more willing to help. After filling out the forms and listening to his advice, I again started walking towards the Garden. 
As I walked in, I noticed that some of the others had found a few people to take the survey, though not many; and, the people they found seemed to be of the same mindset as myself, annoyed but understanding. I kept going and finally, I went into the Garden of Eden. 
Entering the Garden, I was at once in shock and awe of the beauty. There were animals and plants there I had never seen with greens and colors so bright it was impossible not to feel happier just looking at them. The colors of the plants and fruits were so vivid, unlike anything I had ever seen before. The food was so good I felt as though I could eat forever and never feel hungry or full ever again; the wonders and awe that I saw here were too great to describe in written words. I saw many miraculous things, all pointing to the reality of God. I even saw the tree of life at the east of the Garden, guarded by Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way. 
I noticed that other people didn’t seem to care to talk to anyone outside the groups they had come in with. As I came in alone, it was as if I were invisible to anyone else. It was clear that some of these people had been there for many years, and out of curiosity I began to study and observe them. 
I saw people baptizing and being baptized in the waters as I walked around. I saw people trying to teach the people there. Some stopped as though they thought they heard something; others walked past them without a thought. Very rarely I would see a few people had stopped and were listening to the teachers. These teachers were dressed in the same manner as the man that had stopped me before entering the garden. 
There were also merchants selling trinkets, which I found odd as they were selling things that could be easily picked up off the ground. Yet people were lining up to buy these items as if there were no other means of obtaining them. Walking around, I also noticed that there were people that would destroy life in the Garden just to watch it grow again; some would cut themselves and pour water over their wounds just to see them heal. The power of the Garden was being used to entertain, not to edify or enlighten; I did not know why, but this made me very sad. 
I do not know how long I was in the Garden, but after a time of watching how others were treating this miraculous and wondrous place, and exploring it extensively for myself, I felt the desire to leave. Upon leaving, the man that had stopped me before was there again with his surveys. I was feeling depressed after leaving, trying to process what I saw. 
I really didn’t want to talk to him, but he insisted. I asked if I could come back later, promising that I would return, but he shook his head no. “You will forget,” he said. “We must do this now, while it is fresh in your mind.” This made sense to me, so I glumly sat down, I went over everything I saw in great detail as he wrote everything down. As my experience poured out, I felt as though the negatives I saw were draining from me, leaving me exhausted but uplifted. It transformed the experience for me. 
After I was finished, he looked me in the eyes and asked, “What did you learn from this?” I pondered this for a moment and looked back at him and responded, “It doesn’t matter where you are, what matters is who you are.” 
At this he smiled and my understanding of who he was transformed, I instantly recognized him as an angel of the Lord. As I understood who he was, I warmed up, being filled with the Holy Spirit. Before I could say anything else to him, he responded: “That is correct, now go and tell everyone.” 
With that, I awoke in my bed, being filled with the Spirit of God and desirous to share this message with the world.

Ordination

Not realizing I’d ever need to tell my story, I didn’t keep the best of records. I was commanded by the Lord to make an appointment to talk to my bishop about being ordained a High Priest as early as 1998. But I didn’t heed the command because of my lack of self-confidence. This prompting came to me off and on for over a decade. 
Finally, around 2013 or so, I gave in and followed the Lord’s command. At that point I was out of excuses. I spoke to my bishop who told me that to become a High Priest, I would need to either age out of Elders Quorum or receive a Stake calling. He stated that it was really just for the keys of running the Church at that level or to have peers so priesthood meetings would be more relevant. This didn’t make sense to me both because the Relief Society didn’t separate out grandmothers, and it wasn’t in line with the teachings of the Joseph Smith version of the Bible. 
“And thus, having been approved of God, he was ordained a high priest after the order of the covenant which God made with Enoch… to stand in the presence of God, to do all things according to his will, according to his command, subdue principalities and powers; and this by the will of the Son of God which was from before the foundation of the world. And men having this faith, coming up unto this order of God, were translated and taken up into heaven. And now, Melchizedek was a priest of this order.” -IV/JST Genesis 14:28, 31-33 
I went home to pray, had I waited too long? Did the Lord have something else for me to do next? I felt peace, knowing I had finally done what the Lord asked me to do, and blessed by His patients with me. When I prayed that night, I felt the peace of the Lord wash over me. I knew there was more to come; what, I did not know. 
A few weeks or so later, I was alone, praying. The Lord told me it was time I was ordained a High Priest, as there was a work He had for me. Presuming it was a work in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I asked if I should make another appointment with my Bishop, or if I should speak to the Stake President. 
Rather than answer my question, a light came into the room. In the light was a man, not quite as tall as myself. His skin was dark, like bronze, his hair black; yet he was white—hair and skin, glowing with spiritual power. He identified himself as Raphael, a servant of the Lord. 
Though startled at first, I was not afraid. I felt a peace wash over me. Not wanting to be deceived, I stuck out my hand to shake his. He grasped my hand in the token of the Law of Sacrifice and I felt a warmth come over me, washing through me with the love and power of God that he had in him. I was immediately reminded of stories in the scriptures, as I shook his hand, of those that had fallen down to worship angels and understood why they had. But I knew he wasn’t a God. 
As I let go of his hand, he told me he had been send by God to ordain me a High Priest and set me apart. His blessing was as follows: ”David, servant of God, I bless thee and place upon your head all of the keys of the High Priesthood, even as Abraham had. For it was I, Melchizedek, that ordained Abraham; teaching him, blessing and ordaining him with the keys of the Priesthood after the Order of the Son of God. 
“With these keys come the responsibilities of your calling. It was I that taught thee in thy youth, with others in the Lord’s name. And, as I told thee then, you will have a hand in completing the restoration of all things. 
“You will see many things and are called to perform a work in preparing the children of men to receive the Lord their God. Even now the horses are chomping at the bits, ready to carry home Christ, our King. Though you are weak, in the Lord you shall be strong. He has prepared you for this day and has prepared others to assist you in this work. 
“And this is your ministry: Unity in the Lord, Holiness to the Lord; to go forward and teach every man, woman, and child to love their neighbors even as they are loved by God; for God loves all. And by this love shall Satan be bound, and Jesus shall reign the one true King over all the earth. 
“Go forward with strength in God, translating the Word of God, and preaching peace in the name of the Most High; Amen.” With this he left, the room seeming dark and bland without the light that had emanated from him. I said a prayer in meditation, repeating his words over and over. I thought now that I should receive a call from someone at church, as I believed the work I was to do was to be in that denomination. It was a call that never came. 
Note: This was not the whole blessing, but all I feel prompted to reveal at this time.

The Store

In May of 2015, I had a dream, it was one in a series of dreams I have had over the course of several years; I know these dreams are not ordinary dreams, but from the Lord. This one made it clearer to me that the Lord had a work for me to do. In this dream, I obtained a small shop in a mall, but this was no ordinary shop, nor was it an ordinary mall. 
Even before I unlocked the doors, I was told by other shop owners to come and buy from their stores, not to open this shop; and while there were crowds of curious people looking to see the shop that was re-opening, the other shop owners were pushing them to go to their stores. 
Once inside the shop, my small team and I had to clean the place up, there was a lot of dirt and dust. Worse yet, there was mold on the books and items we were selling in the shop, the mold was so bad it looked like long hair growing on the books. While some were cleaning up the windows, shelves and signs, I started to clean the books using a thick mold killer and a razor to cut away the age and clean them. 
As I cleaned them, I could see they were made of gold and silver, wrapped in leather. The books were beautiful to behold! Upon closer examination I could see what they were, the Scriptures–the Word of God. 
Even though we were still cleaning, people insisted they be allowed to shop in the store. They would look around, some mocked us for being so small and left. Others, a small few, could see the beauty under the imperfection from what seemed like decades of neglect and stayed to help clean. Meanwhile, the other store owners would come in and tell us the end was coming, that we all needed to get out of this shop and go to their shops for safety. Even in the court yards between the shops, people argued amongst themselves, with every shop owner insisting they had the only safe shop, with various patrons joining in the debate. 
I asked those working on this shop not to join the debates, and I let everyone know that they were welcome to come and go in this shop as they pleased, and that they were welcome to their shops, but that we would stay and clean. I let them know that they would indeed be safe in their shops, but that this shop was just as safe; it was the mall itself that protected us, not the stores. 
It was at this point that a few things happened: 
First, I realized that this shop I was in was not really a bookstore, as I had imagined, nor were any of the other shops normal stores that sold things like clothing or electronics. All of the stores in this mall sold the same thing: salvation in the Lord Jesus Christ. Some asked for more or less money than others, some were more or less entertaining; but all offered the same service, salvation. It was then that I realized that all of the stores were the various Christian religions; they all claimed to have the only Christ with the saving grace that leads to salvation. Yet those that came to the shop I had re-opened were looking for something more. 
It seemed that the moment I realized this, the sky caught fire. The ceiling of the mall was made of glass windows, how anyone thought their store with glass windows would survive a meteor shower, I did not know. Yet this was their argument, their store was safe while all the other stores had glass windows. In this dream, however, I knew that we would all be just fine. 
I was calmly telling another store owner that we in the reopened shop would be fine as the meteor shower started. We both looked up, and he dropped to the ground fearing his own demise as I calmly watched the meteor disintegrate before hitting the roof of the mall. Looking around, I saw many surprised, running for shelter as they were caught unaware in the courtyards. Yet all in the mall were safe, for they all had Christ. 
The other shop owner that had been trying to argue with me got up and sheepishly scratched his head. He admitted that he had been incorrect, as it was clear that everyone in the mall was safe. 
Once the meteor shower ended, the other shop owners and I went out to survey the land, we found it utterly decimated. All life outside the mall had been destroyed but a few stragglers, saved I know not how, the few that were left went to the mall, stunned that it was there. They all stated that they had never seen it, nor knew of it; that if they had known there was a mall they would have entered and warned their friends and family. 
This dream was a powerful message and warning to me. Doctrine and Covenants, 76:4f-i CoC/76:39-44 CJCLdS, points out that all that accept Christ will be saved by Christ’s Grace; this grace was the glass shield around the mall in my dream. I now knew that it does not matter what “store” or church we belong to, as long as we are His, that is Christ’s. Rather than fighting amongst ourselves, we should be working together to share the Good News of Christ with all. 
“For all the rest [that are not perdition] shall be brought forth by the resurrection of the dead, through the triumph and the glory of the Lamb, who was slain, who was in the bosom of the Father before the worlds were made. That through him all might be saved whom the Father had put into his power and made by him; who glorifies the Father, and saves all the works of his hands, except those sons of perdition who deny the Son after the Father has revealed him” –Doctrine and Covenants 76:4f-h CoC, 76:31, 42-43 CJCLdS. 
Later in 2015 I was given another dream where I was working in a vast field. Every so often I would bump into a sheet or curtain that got in my way. It was annoying, frustrating. Then the voice of the Lord said, “this is as man sees, see as I see.” And I was pulled up into the clouds. 
I saw that the vast field was nothing as compared to the true field that seemed to have no end. There were others working in fields with curtain barriers limiting them to their part of the vineyard. The curtains were easy to pass through, yet people stayed where they were. I felt the Spirit enlighten me to understand the vineyard was the Church of God, and the curtains divided this church here upon the earth to meet the many needs of mankind through all the various denominations.

Another Dream

As time moved forward, I pondered my dream from the Lord of the Garden of Eden; what it meant, I did not know; I felt called, but in the Latter-day Saint Church one does not simply start preaching without a call from a Church leader above them. It was after our twins were born that I realized that the dream of the Garden was the Lord’s call for me to preach the Gospel, to call others to Christ. I did not fully understand how to go about this and waited for a call from some LdS Church leader, but that call never came. 
During this time, I was led by the Spirit to learn more about a variety of topics and I gained a number of revelations and insights from the Lord. I kept these to myself, sharing them only with my wife as I did not have the authority to speak on these matters to members of the LdS Church. 
During this time, I was saddened often by the rejection of those by the LdS Church that desired to come unto Christ. Why was Christ’s Grace powerful enough to cover my sins, but not powerful enough to cover the sins of others, I often pondered? The Lord told me that his Grace was sufficient, but that the Church had yet to learn these truths. 
I had felt the Spirit tell me to stop attending the Latter-day Saint Church in the fall of 2014. At this time the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, from my perspective, had started going back to its old ways of exclusion. Just as they had rejected the Lord and had not allowed blacks to receive the Office of the Priesthood, just as they sympathized with Nazis before the U.S. entered WWII, just as they said “no” to women’s equality in the work place, etc. the leaders of the Latter-day Saints now wanted the U.S. government to define marriage for other churches. The irony in this was that we stopped practicing polygamy for this very reason; the Lord asked us to fight, and when we lost, He asked us to stand down. Now, the Latter-day Saint church was doing to others the evil that had been done to them. 
This meant that my family stopped going to church. My wife was welcome to attend on her own, but did not want to go without me, and I didn’t want to go and send a mixed signal to my children that what was happening was correct before the Lord. The Lord had asked me to stop, I do not exactly know why, but in view of my frustration I didn’t even ask, I just did as the Spirit directed. My anger towards the manmade policies was great, as these policies rejected the Gospel and teachings of the Church as found in the doctrine, the scriptures of the Church. 
During my time of inactivity from the Church, I prayed daily for revelation from the Lord: Why had he asked me to stop attending? What was my next step? I really didn’t know what I should do. The Spirit told me to return only after I was offered a Stake calling, but after Christmas, I returned anyway. I disobeyed the Lord, and I make no excuse for it. 
I knew it meant a lot to my wife, and it felt right to go back on a personal, worldly level; yet I still kept receiving revelations from the Lord. I told the Lord that in spite of the wickedness of the leaders of the Church, from Brigham Young taking the priesthood from blacks to the attacks against religious freedoms in the United States under Thomas S. Monson, I would not leave unless He came to me in the spirit of peace. And, I required my wife to be a second witness to me. I feared that my frustration with the evil I was seeing was driving me away, rather than the Lord, and I begged Him to explain to me why He was giving me these revelations. 
One night after much prayer and reflection, I had a dream given me of the Lord. This was a dream and not to be taken literally, but there were things taught to me here by the Spirit. 
In this dream, I was in Utah with my wife, we were at the LdS General Conference. We’d been invited there, with a group of about 25 or so people, to meet the Brethren between sessions. It was much like a celebrity event, in that there was much hand waving from the Church leaders, and much swooning from the faithful. We, the people there to meet Church leaders, were a part of a PR campaign to make the Church appear more open. 
During the first session, I spoke to the others in my small group, asking them what they planned to do or say to the Church leaders when we met them. No one had really thought of anything to ask up to this point. We decided to kneel in prayer and ask the Lord for guidance. 
The voice of the Lord came to all of us, telling us to ask the brethren if they had ever seen Jesus Christ. After all, this is what it means to be an apostle—a special witness of Christ. When our time came, we were still on live TV, the speakers were on; those in the crowd and all across the world could see and hear us and our questions. We had voted in unison that this was the question to ask, and it was decided, though I was not keen to do it, that I would be our spokesperson. 
Once on the stage, with cameras rolling, I asked the Brethren, “Have you seen Jesus Christ?” They all looked at each other, appearing very troubled by this question. Then one of them spoke, stating this was not an appropriate thing to ask on live TV. 
At this point, fearing they would lose control, they broke us up, and there were about two to three people to each of the 15 Church leaders; I was taken with the group that was now speaking to Elder Ballard. 
While all of this was going on, my wife went to the microphone and asked the members of the Church what harm it would be for men that claimed apostleship? What would the harm be to state just once, not to brag but to inform, that they had seen God for all the world to know that He lives? At this point, people started calling the Church, and people in the audience wanted to know, had these men seen the Risen Jesus? 
Finally, the Brethren went to the stand and stated they would step off stage and pray to know the will of the Lord in this matter. We waited on stage for their return. 
Time passed, time for the second session came, and they still had not come out; the time for the second session soon too passed. Just as I was about to go backstage to make sure they were okay, my wife asked me if I would go back and see what was taking so long. I went to the pulpit and let the cameras and those in the building know that due to time, I would just step back to see what was going on, and make sure everything was okay. 
When I got backstage, I knocked three times, but no one answered. I was concerned I might be interrupting a major spiritual event, then the Lord whispered, “Go in.” 
I went in, and the room, at first, appeared empty. Then, after closer inspection I saw the room was filled with demons. Using the Priesthood, I commanded the evil creatures to leave and, obedient to the power of the Priesthood and the name of Jesus Christ, they did flee from my presence and from the building. 
As this was happening, my wife was looking at the equipment in the room, as it happened, the equipment had been on, filming, the whole time. We rewound the tape and watched their discussion. We didn’t want to show the world what we saw. We prayed and an angel of the Lord came to us and told us that the people needed to see the tape, so we connected it to the main feed and played it. On the tape, we saw the Brethren state they were unwilling to answer the question, as in doing so it would appear as though they had given in and lost control of the Church. Very worried about losing power, they opted to leave, and hold a press conference later that would state that after prayer they feared for their safety, and to ignore the question all together. 
They had decided that they would not outrightly accuse those of us invited to meet them and ask them anything of misdoing, as this may also make them look bad; however, they would plant the seed and let the members point fingers for them. After they left, we saw the evil creatures enter the room, there was no longer anyone there with the keys to stop them, and the deception of the Church leaders had invited them in. 
I asked my wife to turn the tape off, but she wanted the people to know that the power of the Lord was real, so she forwarded the tape to the part where I exercised out the demons. 
There was more to the dream, but I feel impressed by the Spirit not to record the whole dream, that the Lord will reveal the rest to others as He sees fit. When I awoke, I remembered the dream perfectly, and asked the Lord what it meant. The Spirit whispered to me that “they draw near to me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me, they teach for doctrines the commandments of men, having a form of godliness, but they deny the power thereof.” 
I understood that this dream was not to call out the Brethren, nor was it to glorify myself. This dream was to point out the fear of losing control the leaders of the Church have, and that they are not alone. Every Latter Day Saint denomination shares this fear and has since the death of Joseph Smith Jr. This revelation in the form of a dream was given to point out that when the Lord is ignored, evil enters. And, this dream was to tell me that though many hold the Keys to the Kingdom, these keys are not all or always being used to their full potential; that the fear of men, at times, can outweigh their fear of the Lord, and this was too was a warning to me to fear the Lord above man. 
This dream prepared me for further revelations and my call from God to serve the Lord and help build up his kingdom here on the earth.

In the Temple

At the time all of this was occurring, I was traveling to Washington D.C. to meet with politicians and their staffers on behalf of one of the groups my company was working with. Having trouble focusing, my mind wondered one day to the dreams and revelations I was receiving. I was receiving revelation continuously but did not know what to do with it. For some reason, that day I was reminded of the revelation I had received the first time I went through the LDS temple. 
While in the Washington DC temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints back in the 1990’s, it was revealed to me that the endowments were meant to be given as men progressed in the offices of the priesthood. The Lord had tried to reveal more to me at that time, but I had pushed the information away as it was not my role or place to receive revelation for the LdS Church. At this point I knew the Lord had a work for me and in prayer I asked the Lord what I was to do with all the information He was giving me. Rather than answer this prayer, a vision was opened unto me right there in a certain congressman’s office. 
Here the Lord revealed to me that the temple was never to be secret, this is the dispensation of revelation when mysteries are to be revealed. I saw that the Saints, as they scattered after the death of Joseph Smith Jr., had both added to and used the revealed information without understanding what it meant or what to do with it. 
I saw priests preparing the sacrament in their temple clothes, and bishops sitting on the stand in full temple clothing. I also saw men and women gather in the true order of prayer, and I saw that every congregations’ building was a temple of the Lord open to the public. My eyes were opened, and I understood that the temple worship was to be simple worship, there was no need for separate temples and meeting houses. 
I didn’t know what to do with this revelation, I felt the Holy Spirit moving me to tell the world! Yet I feared the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and told the Lord that if it was His will to make these changes, that He should tell his servants, the apostles leading this church. I shared my visions with my wife, but otherwise kept what I knew in my heart.

God’s Work, A Blueprint

From the time I received the dream of cleaning the store, I knew the Lord was calling me to a mighty work to do in His holy name; I began to receive revelation after revelation of how the Lord had wanted His Church organized. The Lord had shown me where the Latter Day Saint Churches would be today had we not let fear and secrecy take precedence over his will. 
I was shown the true meaning of the temple rituals, how the Lord had wished for it to be used by this time. The Lord showed me the structure of the Church, as the prophet Joseph Smith Jr. was setting it up, and how it should have been set up by this point. To be clear, however, the Lord did not state that the current or former presidents of the Church are or were evil or that they did not hold the keys to the kingdom. 
It was and is to me clear that these men still hold the required keys, and are inspired, yet have failings like everyone else. It is also clear that there are flaws in the manmade policies and procedures and we have seen how these have led the Church and its members astray in some areas and have led a number of people away from Christ. 
The question in my mind after every revelation was, what do I do with this? As a lay member of the largest Latter Day Saint denomination, I could not just fly to Utah and let the Brethren know that the Lord had revealed these things to me, as this is not how the Latter-day Saint branch of the Church of Christ works. I did not understand why I was getting these visions, for I am no one; I’m just Dave. 
I needed to know why I was receiving these visions and revelations; I had asked repeatedly, but the Lord ignored my questions and just gave me more information. Yet rather than feeling confused, I felt overwhelmed. In my heart I knew what the Lord required of me and that this knowledge was why He was not answering me in the manner I desired. 
Then, on November 6, 2015, I learned that the Church would be rejecting children of same-sex couples, and that they had been rejecting the children of polygamists wishing to join the LDS Church. It was at this time that I felt a peace come over me; “It is time,” the Spirit of the Lord whispered to me. With that, I started a website to hold all of the information the Lord has revealed to me over my lifetime. 
If it is God’s will that something becomes of it, then His will be done; if not, I can at least say I followed the Lord and did as He commanded me. The information is not a perfect record, I am dyslexic and so if there are faults and flaws, they are the mistakes of men. Yet I know that in spite of this, those that read over these revelations and will not reject the Lord but will instead pray to the Lord will know the truth of them. 
One thing I have learned through all of this is not to condemn the things of God, that we may be found spotless at the judgment-seat of Christ; the Lord is perfect and I, as a flawed human, will do my best to get this information out into the world. The Spirit will guide those that read and pray to know the truth and will testify of the meaning of all things. 
This work is a Holy work, the Work of the Lord; it is not done to condemn or reject the Latter-day Saint branch or any other church; we are all able to receive God’s Grace if we but ask, salvation is not tied to a church; it is tied to our Savior, even Jesus Christ. The Bible won’t save us, the Book of Mormon won’t save us; Jesus will save us, if we but accept Him. Regardless of religious denomination, if one has accepted Jesus Christ as their personal Savior this Fellowship is meant to be a place for them. 
This work is a place to collect my revelations and inspiration — the will of the Lord through His servant; a place of hope where those looking to worship Jesus and study the Scriptures without bigotry or rejection can come and find peace. To that end, God bless this work and those that do it; in His name, Jesus Christ, So Mote It Be; Amen.

The Fellowship of Christ

A brief history of The Church of Jesus Christ in Christian Fellowship.

On Friday, November 6, 2015 I received a revelation from the Lord. As I read that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was rejecting children worthy of baptism because the organization disapproved of same-sex couples marrying, I felt a peace wash over me, and I heard the voice of the Lord say: “It is time.” 
The only way to describe what happened next is to say that the Holy Spirit descended upon me as a dove. I was fully embraced and enveloped in the Spirit of God in a way I cannot describe with human lips or in terms of human understanding. I spoke to the Lord, being in the Presence of God in a way described in the Books of Moses as, when Moses was in God’s Presence. 
I have been told not to record the full conversation as much of it was for me alone; I will however say this: The understanding I had at that moment was beyond comprehension. I was given access to understanding beyond understanding, and when the moment was over, that understanding was gone as well. I retained the memory of the experience, but that limitless flow of pure knowledge and wisdom was taken from me and I was returned to myself. 
That morning, on my drive to work, I prayed to the Lord the entire journey, asking Him about the things I was to do. One of the things I knew I needed to do was create a place to begin this ministry, this journey, the Lord had called me to. My first thought was to build a website, a digital portal to the world, but I had to have a name so I could purchase a URL. 
As I drove, I asked God: What should this ministry, this thing you have called me to build, be called? Please Lord, let it be something short that works, like Community of Christ; there are so many churches called ‘Church of Jesus Christ’ it cannot be that simple, but it does not need to be too long or overly complicated. I am not going to just make something up, I am going to wait for you to give me the name, because this is your work and I wish to do it for your glory not my own. 
The prayer was longer than this, but this portion of that prayer is all that is relevant to cover at this time. And, as I went about my day, I listened for the voice of the Lord to come to me, telling me what to name this movement I had been called to create; all day long, nothing. I prayed again on my drive home; I reiterated many of the things the Lord had told me, and things from my prayer that morning. I let the Lord know I could start writing but without a name, I could not start the website. 
I ended my prayer after I was in my neighborhood, turning onto the street just before my own. As I was turning onto the circle we lived on, the voice of the Lord spoke to me saying: The name shall be: The Church of Jesus Christ in Christian Fellowship. 
When I heard this, my countenance fell; this was not the short name I had ask for or been looking for; however, it was the name given to me from God; I knew I could not go back and tell the Lord He was wrong; I just had to live with it. 
Over time, I began to see the wisdom of God in the name given us: We are a Church, a body of religious believers. Faith in Jesus Christ is the core of our different religious beliefs—we are the body of Christ. What we do is gather with fellow Christians of any and all denominations, and with those that do not affiliate with any denominations, to unite as one in Christ. We gather in Christian Fellowship. Thus, we have become exactly what God declared us to be: The Church of Jesus Christ in Christian Fellowship.

The Book of Remembrance

On January 12, 2016 I awoke around 5 am. Knowing the Lord had a revelation for me, I went downstairs to my office and prayed. My prayer ended, I sat at my desk and filled by the Holy Spirit, began to receive a revelation; the revelation I received is now Chapter 4 of the Book of Remembrance. After this revaluation ended, I knelt again in prayer, asking the Lord why I had received this short revelation that seemed completely out of nowhere. After this, I went back upstairs and got ready for work. 
Once at the office, I was reading the news for the day and I saw that then Apostle Russel Nelson of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Brighamite) had made a statement that the rule his church has made to not to baptize worthy children of same-sex couples was a revelation from God. This had me questioning a number of things, so I took my questions to the Lord. I was then given a revelation telling me to leave it alone, that their policy was not from God but that I was not to war with my fellow Saints. 
Later that day, I had finished with my work and was alone in the office, having been asked to stay behind to watch the phones while everyone else was out of the office. I prayed again to the Lord, asking about the revelation I had received that morning. In answer, I was told to put a blessing on the room I was in, to seal it that no evil could enter. While I did not understand, I obeyed. 
At this time, I began to receive what is now Chapter 5 of the Book of Remembrance when I saw something move in the hallway outside my office. I called out, asking who was there, but no one answered, I went back to work when I saw again the shadow of a figure in the hallway. I stood up and demanded in the name of Jesus Christ that whoever or whatever was present would manifest themselves. Then, in the doorway stood a woman unlike any I have ever encountered. She had long hair, dirty and matted; so dirty that I could no answer as to what color her hair was. She was naked, her covering her down to her midcalf, like a dress, but open in the middle; again, her skin was to filthy that I could not see the color of it. Her face had a look of rage, and I knew instantly that she was there because she knew I was writing her story, and she had come to stop me. In my mind's eye I could see the illusion she was trying to project of a beautiful woman dressed in fine, seductive purple clothing, yet I could only see her in her filthiness. 
At this time I called upon the heavens for assistance and raised my right arm to the square to cast her out. As I opened my mouth, speaking the words to expel her, a light descended from either the window or the ceiling, I do not know which, and Raphael stepped through carrying a drawn sword. Pointing the sword as Lilith, he commanded her to leave as I was uttering the words of her expulsion. I ender my worded in Jesus' name, and Raphael too commanded her to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. And in rage, screaming with utter wrath, she was gone. 
I hadn't noticed the darkness that had come in her presence, but with her gone, Raphael too departed and the room was brighter, as if the sun had just broken free from the clouds. Still in the spirit, I went back to my work, receiving chapters 5, 6, and part of 7. 
Later that night at home, I felt compelled to go back to my office at home and there, after blessing my home, property, and neighborhood as I has my office at work, I received the remainder of chapters 7, all of chapters 8 and 9, and most of chapter 10. 
It should be noted that per inspiration I initially put the revelations I received in 1989 before these, as can be seen in chapters 2 and 3 of the current version of the Book of Remembrance. When preparing the work later, I prayed and was inspired to move parts of the revelations around to make the narrative clearer for the readers; what is now 8:27-35 was originally part of the revelation that is now chapter 5.

The Book of Remembrance and Mormon Kabbalah

That weekend, I was given the last few verses of chapter 10 and chapters 11-17 on Saturday January 16 and chapters 18-20 on Sunday January 17, 2016 without incident. I was instructed not to put all of the revelations on the Fellowship website, but to hold portion of the revelations back, specifically the teachings of Raphael, from the world for a time. 
On Wednesday, January 20, 2016 I was awakened again early in the morning and received chapters 21-24 that morning; I was instructed not to put all of the revelations on the Fellowship website, but to hold portion of the revelations back. On Saturday January 23, 2016 I received chapters 25-28, ending the revelations; I reviewed them as a whole that day and the next, reading and re-reading both the portions on the website and the portions I was asked not to share. I wondered why I had been given what was clearly the temple drama from the Brighamite tradition. I had received a revelation on January 10, 2016 asking that the Saints of Christ build a temple, was this our temple drams? I was concerned, as if this needed to be acted out, as is done in Brighamite temples and endowment houses, this would be rather lengthy. However, I also knew that these ordinances, the sacraments, were given in stages; line upon line, and precept upon percept so maybe it wouldn’t be as lengthy as I was thinking. 
In March of 2018 I was praying on the direction of the Church of Jesus Christ in Christian Fellowship and the Lord spoke to me saying: Unite my people in Kabbalah. Not knowing what this meant, I began to study Kabbalah, and after a few months the Lord brought my attention back to the Book of Remembrance. I was told in late July to begin editing the book prayerfully for publication, and re-reading the text with my new found understanding of Kabbalah I realized that this revelation was Kabbalistic teaching, it was a Kabbalistic book. My spirit sank a bit when, while editing, I discovered that the words of Raphael could be found in an ancient Kabbalistic text known as Sefer Raziel HaMalakh. The portion of the revelation I received that matched the text of Sefer Raziel was not in the same order, nor was it a perfect mirror of it, it was, however, the same portion Raziel had given Adam and Eve. Praying on it, I was told that Raziel was another name for Raphael, and that this was a part of the Book of Melchizedek, thus it is far older than scholars had dated it; this satisfied my concerns, and I went back to work. 
As I did so the wisdom of the book began to unfold before me, while I was too ignorant to understand when I had received it, this book was the teachings of the ministry of Christ; this was a book given us to help us understand the signs and tokens Joseph Smith Jr. had revealed to us in preparation of the mysteries that would be unlocked when the temple was build. Because of the circumstances in Nauvoo, the temple was not completed, and it was burnt to the ground, I then understood that the Lord was asking us to build a temple that these sacraments would be unlocked for us, for all Latter Day Saints, in these, the last times.

The Factory

Saturday night, I felt very anxious, I had trouble falling asleep; when I woke up around 2:30 in the morning, something was wrong. I could feel it, but I didn’t know what it was. I got up; not able to sleep I worked on a manual for the Priesthood for the Fellowship until about 5:30 or 6am; at that point, though still anxious I was finally exhausted enough to sleep. Before I went to bed, I said a prayer; I asked God to help me; I asked for peace and for answers, I needed to know what was wrong and what to do about it. I fell asleep nearly as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I dreamed a dream. 
In the dream, I was working in a very clean factory with the members of the Council of Fifty of the Church of Jesus Christ in Christian Fellowship. I was leading, trying to help, but people were arguing, fighting over differences. When we looked at the project, what we were building in the factory, it made no sense; I had no idea what we were even trying to build, and it seemed, neither did anyone else. What was worse, people were placing blame on one another; everyone seemed bent on focusing on their part of what we were building. Each would point at other parts of the project and describe how and why they did not fit; this led to hurt feelings and defensiveness. 
I asked everyone to stop working and I prayed; then, we all prayed together as one, asking for divine guidance on how to move forward and fix what we thought was clearly broken. 
As our prayer ended, an angel of the Lord descended into our midst; he asked us what was wrong and listened as we each in turn explained our views; each seemed to think themselves justified in their own doings. The angel then asked me for my thoughts. I asked why the Lord required this of me when I am not fit to lead, when I couldn’t get the project moving as it should. 
The angel of the Lord told us to come with him and we arose to the highest point of the building, far above what we were building. On the right side of it, he asked us what we saw; it appeared as a puzzle, mismatch and improperly put together. It was as we feared: a mess. 
He then took us around the backside, to the left side of the building; there he asked us again what we saw. Though it was a different perspective, it appeared the same, though different; it was still a mess, just a different mess, with pieces sticking out as though nothing belonged together. 
The angel then took us around to above in the front; from there, he stated we could see the project the way God saw it. It was perfect, it was beautiful; everything came together, overlapping to explain rather than hide the overlap—the things we didn’t see as fitting together. 
The angel of the Lord then told us, it’s not about conforming everyone to one will or idea, it’s about conforming to one another in spite of our differences. It is about understanding that there are those that need to see the things we saw as ugly or unnecessary or incomplete or even wrong in order to see the whole or bigger picture. He then told us to get back to work and not to be bothered by the things that do not agree, but rather celebrate them, and, build together upon the things we have in common. 
He then looked at me and said: Now see that this work is completed because it’s not your work, but it is required of you. While I do not see issues in the Fellowship at the moment pulling people apart, I do believe this is a warning not to fall for the traps others have in the past; I see this as a reflection not merely of the Fellowship, but of the whole Latter Day Saint restorational movement: the Lord wants us to look past our differences and get His work done.

War at the Border

On the night of Sunday, February 7, 2021 I went to bed as normal; I awoke around 3am on the morning of February 8 and fell asleep again sometime after that; upon falling back asleep, I had the following dream: 
In my dream the Mexican crime syndicate, Los Zetas, officially staged a coup, overthrowing the Mexican government. As they began to rebuild their government, the United States officially denounced the new regime, with President Biden sending troops to the boarder to stop all flows of traffic, placing economic sanctions on Mexico, stopping the flow of trade between the two countries. The president demanded Los Zetas step down and return power to the democratically elected Mexican government. With few exceptions, Congress sided with President Biden and gave power to the president to declare war against Mexico, if he decided this was needed. 
While this was happening, public opinion was all over the place: Many militia groups sided with Los Zetas as they felt it was the right of the people to overthrow a government, if they felt it was warranted. Others (mostly conspiracy theorists) claimed it didn’t matter, as they believed that Los Zetas had secretly held control of the Mexican government for decades. And there were those that supported the president’s and Congresses’ actions for a variety of reasons. 
In the dream, the troops sent to the boarder came mostly out of Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and California. It soon became clear that the majority of the military sent to the boarder supported the US militias, as they not only allowed Mexican trade to continue, they invited members of the new Mexican government into their camps for private negotiations. By the time US military leaders stepped in, it was too late; the local militias and the troops had joined forces with the states of Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Arizona seceding to join the newly reorganized Mexican government. 
At this point the US was forced to declare war, with the troops from Nevada and California being held prisoner, only to be released if the US would sign a treaty of peace, accepting Mexico’s terms. With smaller militia groups all over the US also declaring war against US citizens, the nation began to see bloodshed as we have not seen in modern history. No one was safe; brother turned against brother, sister against sister. 
At this, I awoke very calm and at peace; the peace I felt told me that I was in the Spirit of the Lord and this dream was from God. I immediately fell into prayer, asking to understand this dream. Was this was warning? A prophecy of things to come? The Lord spoke to me telling me the following: 
Thus sayeth the Lord unto my servant David: Know that all war and all prophecies of war are over economic control; the battles prophesied to come in the end times, if they come, shall be over the flow of goods, power, and man seeking to rule over all other men; and this because mankind hath not the love in their hearts to care for the poor and the needy but take only for themselves. 
I have said unto my servant Joseph: Behold, this is the way that I, the Lord, have decreed to provide for my Saints: That the poor shall be exalted, in that the rich are made low; for the earth is full, and there is enough and to spare. Yea, I have prepared all things, and have given unto the children of men to be agents unto themselves; therefore, if anyone shall take of the abundance which I have made and impart not their portion according to the Law of my Gospel unto the poor and the needy, they shall with Dives lift up their eyes in hell, being in torment. 
Know ye, that if my people shall give of themselves freely, taking no thought unto themselves, but to give unto their neighbors, and there should be no poor among you; ye shall be made rich as Zion, and I shall come unto thee in peace. But, if ye, my creation, should take for themselves, and care not for the poor among you, and love should wax cold, then ye shall be destroyed by thine own hand, sayeth the Lord. 
I understood this to mean that I should not take the dream literally, but as a blessing and a warning, that we, the human race, will not be forced to face or bear the harsh trials prophesied at the end times. If they come, they will be our own undoing: the natural consequences of us refusing to repent of our sins and love one another as God has commanded. We shall be like the Nephites, who through their own pride destroyed themselves, and were only successful as a society when they worked as one, with no poor among them.