Leslie Nelson


This is a current picture: After Christopher.


This picture is Before Christopher.


My personal story about my life, how I came to know and believe this work.


I was raised in a poor Mormon family, but I didn't know that I was poor. My parents provided for our physical needs as best they could. There was little affection showed to us children by our parents, but I did not know that. We went to the Mormon Church fairly regularly as that was the religion of both parents. My parents were staunch Mormons, so we grew up with that indoctrination in our lives.


My dad moved us around a lot as he sought after better jobs. When I was a junior in high school, we ended up in San Luis Obispo, California. The Church taught us that young men should serve the Lord by going on a mission. After graduating from high school, I made it known that I wanted to go on a mission, because I wanted to serve the Lord and bring souls to Him. Little did I know that I knew very little, but, I wanted to serve the Lord. I was ready but really didn’t know for what.


I was called to the Southeast Mexican Mission in 1964. It stretched from the northern part of the state of Veracruz, over to Puebla, down to Oaxaca, to Tapachula, Chiapas, around Guatemala to the Caribbean to Yucatan. My first place of service was Tizimin, Yucatan.


My first companion didn’t like to get up and work (tract). I figured that I wasn’t going to waste my time, so I started reading, in Spanish, the one book I’d never looked into: the Doctrine and Covenants. Very difficult read, boring, repetitive, some very inspiring verses, and new ‘knowledge’. This was the beginning of my search for truth. I continued reading, throughout my mission, the BOM, Old Testament, New Testament, Pearl of Great Price, and every book the Mission Home in Mexico City had for sale to the members on history of the Church: Jesus the Christ, A Marvelous Work and a Wonder, Articles of Faith and many more, all in Spanish (to learn the language and something more).


I eventually served in 6 other places, baptized a total 7 people, and wondered why I didn’t baptize a lot of people. There didn’t seem to be many people searching for the truth that I had to offer them. Actually, in hind sight, there weren’t a lot of people searching for the truth. But for me, I was finding out many things, albeit not finding out how to win friends and influence people.


I found out about myself and things that I needed to correct in my life, I found a new feeling for ‘time’, and it seemed as though it did not exist. What a revelation! I gained a new perspective of life, but couldn’t put all the new pieces together to bring me satisfaction. But I did meet the woman who would eventually become my wife. I was not very charismatic but rather strict and a stickler for the law, uprightness and righteousness. (as if I really knew what they were, from a future perspective.) My mission was the beginning of my search for truth, and hopefully, eternal truth.


Within 4 months of my return from my mission, I was in the US Army. Like from heaven to hell. I continued to read the scriptures, especially the D&C and BoM. I was learning to control my body and mind. Oh, how hard it seemed to be! I detested basic training and endured advanced training, but I must have had some good qualities as they placed me in a leadership position, or was it my intelligence scores? I was soooo emotionally immature. I really did suffer from poor self esteem, yet I kept moving forward, and still searching for the truth that would bring me peace of mind and soul.


After advanced training as a medic, I was shipped to Fort Rucker, AL. Upon deplaning, I and a few others were pulled aside and asked if we would like to change our MOS to office clerk, rather than end up on field patrol as a medic in Vietnam. How sweet they were to persuade us. I obviously accepted the offer and made myself at home in the barracks, at work, and engaged in Mormon activities.


There, I learned what it was like to disobey the promptings of the Holy Spirit, how to repent from the awful emptiness of disobedience, and how to interact with a son of a Fundamentalist Mormon as I learned about plural marriage that was not sadistic but with multiple homes. I ate it up, but never found myself involved except for aspirations. I was waiting for someone special, to me, real special.


I interviewed for OCS but failed because of emotional immaturity (my call from the future). I really wasn't ready to be a leader. I did end up in Vietnam, but on my way there I met the special one. While in Vietnam, I discovered that my special one, wasn't. What a letdown. Still in Vietnam, I realized, shortly before preparing to go back home, that I had left my real special one in Mexico. I still had not found that inner peace and maturity that I longed for. I had hopes that my future marriage would give me a little of what my spirit hungered for.


After Vietnam, I journeyed to Mexico to tell my future wife that we were getting married. That's right, I knew we should be married and told her so. But she had to get baptized first. Nine months latter we were married in the Los Angeles Temple. Me, my bride, my mother, and my younger brother were in attendance. I never saw a big wedding until my wife’s cousins in Mexico City got married. Yes, within a year of our marriage we were living in Puebla, Puebla, Mexico.


I graduated from the University of the Americas, in Cholula, Puebla, three years later. Officially, I was educated. Except that I hadn't learned the ways of the world, but I thought, innocent me, that the world would forgive my ignorance and welcome me with open arms.(on their terms only)[I still fight for my morsel because I can't love the process of loving money and making money.]{but I do. Where is real happiness?}


We lived in Mexico 7 years, welcomed 2 boys and a girl into the world, lived, loved, fought each other, fought for life and happiness, worked to build the Church, saw the frailties of man and wrestled with our own.


Still, I believed the Church to be true, but there sure were a lot of incongruence's. And where were all the people that were seeking perfection and eternal happiness? How close was I to eternal happiness?


We endured until I saw that our poor life style was going downhill too fast. I looked for a place back in the USA that would afford us a better life style. Yes, I wanted more of the better "things" of life. But when you've never been "rich", something better than you've known is 'the good life'. And we were accustomed to living within our budget. We left Mexico to end up in Edinburg, Texas and enter the ranks of oil field work.


My first job in the oil field lasted 1 year and three months. I didn't expect it to last too long, only to establish us in the USA. It was a hard time being out of work and nowhere to go, bills to pay, and a new baby on the way.


We endured the news that our new born son had a heart defect, needed an open heart surgery to correct it, and that he may not live through the operation and that we must keep him alive until he's at least two years old.


I finally found another job, in another oil field service company; we rebuilt our lives; were active in Church; loved the missionaries and had them over many times and on occasion the whole district. I began subtlely to suggest that plural marriage was something that we should be living along with the law of consecration in a United Order setting, but didn't know how to implement it and did not push it.


I had my doubts about how to live it in these modern times. There was fiery opposition to these ideas. Why were these things introduced as doctrine and we were not trying to live them? Why the opposition to truth? Absent in our Church instruction were the actual words of Christ and the desire to abide by them. This is an observation at this point, but the real words of Christ were a concern to me because they were a beacon to my goals of betterment and a source of sorrow for my inability to live them perfectly. Still, I struggled on, not really finding peace and happiness.


About 2 years into my second job in Texas, the opportunity arose to work in Villahermosa, Tabasco, Mexico, commuting to and from my home in South Texas. I was a dedicated worker in this new environment. I became aware of some of the influential people where I worked through interactions and the workings of the business I was involved in. It was all new to me, and I was looked up to as a minor leader because of my work responsibilities and because I was working for a big American company, equating to prestige in this world. In reality, I was still naive and unaware of the way people of the world view things. But I endured well the attention. Ego present.


I remember my interactions with the Stake President of the area and my work within the Church; a few of the people with whom I worked, male and female; a few of the people where I was out in the public and private places. Good memories are what I have even that some happenings were not meant for 'good'.


I was transferred to California after 5 1/2 years, to see if I could cope with a vicious environment. I couldn't. My managerial aptitude said I could, but my spirit didn't know how to deal with the hate, envy, and ego in the world. Still doesn't. I was laid off after about 9 1/2 years with the company. I had the expectation of retiring from the company, but my faith in mammon was not well founded. I had put my faith and trust into the world, and I was rewarded according to the strength of the foundation, loose sand in an earthquake.


I sank into despair and depression. Didn't know what that was until years later. About this time or a little later I became aware of the patriot movement(s). No one really had a handle on the whole picture, but many had a hand on part of it. Taxes were being unlawfully levied. I bought into it and tried to learn all that I could.


At that time I began working jobs that did not last very long and did not pay very well, at least not for me, married with 4 kids, one of which was an invalid most of the time.


Around 1996 someone figured out how to live the law of consecration and let me in on the knowledge. I was surprised and overjoyed. I spoke to my family about it but they, being adults and very knowledgeable, scoffed at the idea and accused me of wanting to live off their earnings.(Young and low paid) In 1996 I registered the United Order Under God and proceeded to learn how difficult it was to live it under present day laws. I took a vow of poverty and gave title to all I own to the UOUG. At the same time I continued battling through legal writings with the IRS, and not getting anywhere. I did find a company that would honor my paperwork to live under the UOUG. No questions asked. That job ended when the rains came.


After that there were 3 more companies that didn't know how to deal with the UOUG, but then in 2002 one accepted me, and finally got around to inquiring with the IRS. Yes, what I was doing was correct but I needed to also submit a copy of the IRS registration to the company to prove the instructions. Now, sometime around 2010 I was instructed in the way to file IRS forms to zero out all the liabilities that the IRS had heaped on me.


I accepted their paper for value, and returned it to them. Simple? No, I'm not supposed to know those things nor how to file. I prepared one set of forms and mailed them to the IRS. They disappeared, never received, never registered as received. Once I figured out their game, I prepared another set, in duplicate, went to their physical office and personally handed them their copies, and asked them to date stamp every piece of my filing. I knew it was going to audit. It did, and I got a letter informing me of such and then the results; everything passed.


By then I had started receiving SS, and shortly after I was notified that my filing passed audit, I received a call from the IRS. They wanted to know if all I earned was SS, to which I said yes. They were not about to admit that my filing was correct and pretended it hadn't happened. They said that since I had no assets, they would send me a reminder every December and stop sending me their continued letters. I thought that was fine because I was tired of fighting them, I was all alone, and had no money to contest their decision.


I began to live a little bit in peace, but that was short lived. One of my daughters-in-law convinced all of my family that I was a child molester, my sons accused me of leading them astray in many ways (like living the laws that Abraham lived and the law of consecration). My daughter and my daughters-in-law kidnapped my wife, left my youngest son at home, and took my wife to #2 son's home and left me a note telling me that I had made some poor choices. (same daughter-in-law that made the accusation)


My son called me to tell me to come get my wife. I told him to keep her. As far as I was concerned, if she could fall for the accusation, he could keep her. He later returned her to our house full of pride and not willing to apologize, but accepting me as her head. Because of her pride, I knew she was somewhat complicit and did not want her back. I finally accepted her back, knowing that this was going to take a while to recover from.


My Bishop received letters from my oldest sons and daughter and one daughter-in-law. The instigating daughter-in-law surprisingly wrote nothing, letting her husband do the explaining. Since the letters of accusation were sent to my Bishop instead of to me, I was called in to speak to my Bishop. He asked me for my temple recommend, interviewed me, and went forward with his investigation. I asked him what I had really done wrong. I confessed to being very strict, and he was not ignorant of what is in the scriptures and knew that I was strict about the laws of God.


I left him to think about the case. Unbeknownst to my accusers, the Bishop already knew that I had created the United Order Under God. The next that we shared anything about the case was the day he was released as Bishop; he returned my temple recommend, the letters of accusation and said no more.


As for my family, to include my mother and a brother, they were elated that I had a Bishop’s court, but totally ignored the fact that I was not found guilty, as charged, of wrong doing. No one, to date, has apologized for the incident.


Yes, I am still guilty of being a natural man, full of weakness and error, and still yearning to live unto God, His way. My biggest error has been to try to share what little light I had gained with those who have/had no desire to know. Still a problem, but I do it in a less obvious manner, in most cases, and do not pursue any sharing beyond one follow up.


Prior to this family incident, I had been hired by a company that accepted my living under the law of consecration, though with reservations. They eventually called the IRS and they confirmed that all was correct. I worked this job until I had a gallstone/bladder removal operation, then semiretirement until I had a work related shoulder accident, which almost coincided with me finding the MWAW.


I found the MWAW quite by accident. I was following up on a lead that one of my cousins gave me on YouTube, and there in the ‘other’ videos was one about Ida Smith. It caught my eye and I began investigating. Like a blood hound on to something I tried to find Christopher and talk to him or communicate with him, but he was avoiding me and everyone else, and he even wrote a post about not wanting to communicate with anyone, and that everyone would be better off to read the books. Ok, be that way!


So I found where to buy the books and ordered what seemed to be the three biggest ones, and read them. I now have the complete published set, and am presently reading Human Reality, mainly because there’s nothing more to read on the MWAW, which was more interesting than this last read. The books speak for themselves and confirm all that I had learned before, and more, revealing that I didn’t know very much, which I already suspected but had no actual proof. During this lull, I’ll read the books, comply with the consecration, again, which in causing me difficulty in finding the legal way to change my fealty, not so much to Christopher as to the Real Truth and his message.


It will be done as soon as I can find the missing paper. The problem? Presently I legally own nothing, so I’m searching for the legal way to have something to consecrate. Remember that UOUG? I’m ahead of the curve and behind on the correct direction.


My family? They gave up on me long ago and just tolerate me because I’m their father and husband, a weird maverick. Oh, that family incident of a few years ago. Well, the eldest daughter of the sister of the instigating daughter-in-law has set her eye on me, older than her grandfather, and seems to be holding her ground with her family, whose father is our Bishop. For me, she has her agency, but she hasn’t convinced me and I still have my wife. Why won’t they speak to me so this little problem can be resolved? Sooner or later, she/they will have to speak to me or be forever ignored. Oh ya, they haven’t read the “Savior’s” words to understand and apply them to their lives. Who wants to know the truth, or much less the Real Truth?


At present, I’m in retirement mode: Soc. Sec, VA benefits; a large bank account, (for me from my poor man’s reckoning) which is not mine but which I administer, 3 vehicles not registered to me which I am in charge of; SSI benefits I receive for my mentally challenged son, and a wife of almost 50 years.


I don’t know about retirement. I had my gall bladder and a large gall stone removed the first year, I had a rotator cuff muscle severed the second year, and I’m in the second year of recovery from the surgery to re-attach the rotator cuff muscle. All my time in Vietnam is now being rewarded with agent orange after- effects (and I was never out in the forests, just on the base that handled the stuff). I keep exercising so that rigor mortis does not set in before its time.


To me, the transition to the MWAW has been relatively painless since I’ve already gone through some of the pain of total betrayal and do not care how my family feels the pain of me joining a “cult”, if that be possible. I believe that I deserve the pain I’ve felt or will feel. It’s a small price to pay for Real Truth.


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