The Modern Day Mystic Story Part Twenty

We couldn’t, of course. I was oblivious to much of the “view,” but I’m pretty good with my subtle senses and knew most of what was going on, and I could see the second tour guide’s face in a struggle to keep from morphing. Anyway, Peter did most of the work, “transmuting” (that wouldn’t be his choice of words) these dark entities right and left. Finally, brazen balls that he has, he walked into the Church Office Building and asked for an appointment with the Prophet. “I seek council with the Prophet.” He said to the receptionist, or whatever the guy was. “Oh, are you Jesus Christ?” And the guy was, “No, what do you mean?”

“Well, I see your name tag on your jacket there says ‘Jesus Christ’ on it. I thought it was your name.” This guy was fidgeting, clearly afraid of Peter. In any case, he gave Peter a phone number to call, which was the Prophet’s personal secretary. He more or less demanded to be given audience with the Prophet. To no avail, of course. George Bush would be hard-pressed to get a short notice appointment with the Mormon Church President, even though they speak precisely the same language. It didn’t matter. It was all just an exercise. We (mainly Peter) had hammered Thor’s hammer into the heart of this very powerful control structure and the fallout would simply materialize over time. I also knew that because we had muted HAARP, seriously weakened the Mormon Church (and thus Churches), and all of the other global work we had done over the preceding months, was all nicely timed for April the 8th, like cleansing oneself in preparation for receiving a higher vibration. The “waves” from April 8 could now sweep with less resistance through much of the control structures of the world. We’d set chain reactions off in every which direction, and no control structure was free of this influence. I was already very palpably feeling the result of much of the work we had done. Later that day, driving down from Park City, Utah, Joseph Smith actually appeared in the back seat of my truck, but was very skittish about being in my truck uninvited, either knowing or sensing my residue disapproval of people who start religions that wind up controlling peoples’ minds and therefore lives. Peter asked if I had any questions for him, and I did. Were their really metal plates? Yes, a type of platinum was one of them, three different metals that we really have not.