The Polygamist's Daughter

Stories, Reflections and Conclusions of Life on the Inside


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Women Are Responsible?

I’m working on the final edit of Fly, Fly Away before sending if off for proofreading and publication.  This particular chapter has been difficult to word and work from loving and non-judgmental perspective because so much of it is so far from where I now stand.

The purpose of this book isn’t to judge the lifestyle and belief system of my childhood. Rather it is to teach what I experienced and why I needed to find my own truth, following the will of my soul, rather than the religion created by men in the understanding of their own truth. It is to inspire readers to search within themselves for their own truth and understanding, and perhaps see a bit of themselves in the story of this little girl in search of greater love.

… While it wasn’t said in so many words, the message that women are responsible for men’s irresponsible behavior, and women are to blame for the sins of men, was unmistakably implied. As women we had the great burden of controlling men’s thoughts and actions because they could not resist our temptations. In the Old Testament women were taught to dress in modest apparel, with no jewelry or costly array but to adorn themselves with good works and suppression. There it was in ancient history – a good and godly woman keeps her mouth shut, mind closed and her body unadorned.

On the flip-side of this dichotomy was the belief that men were more powerful, intelligent and self-directed than women, so much so, that women were not intelligent and responsible enough for their own decisions. We were so lacking in wisdom and intellect that we could not navigate this life, or the next, without a man’s guidance and control.

This dichotomy, among many others, made me question whether any of it was true, and yet, because I always been told to never question, I assumed it must be true, even when it felt like a direct assault to my very being…

This belief that women are responsible for men’s behavior still plays out in cultures all over the world. What women choose to wear in their own comfort as a reflection of who they are, is in no way responsible for how men choose to act. We are growing up, slowly, and beginning to understand that no person is responsible for another person’s behavior.

Until next time, be Fearless & Free!

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Surviving The Great Apocalypse

Here is another snippet from my book Fly, Fly Away. It gives readers a quick glimpse into the reason people are so afraid to leave once they join.

Fear is the greatest controller of the human body, heart, mind and spirit.  

The night following Hannah’s nearly tragic accident we held our weekly Family Home Meeting. Wednesday evenings throughout the community, were reserved for family meetings. Each family spent the evening at home in spiritual study, conversation and prayer. Typically, the subject for our family meetings was apocalyptic prophesies regarding the last days. My father seemed clearly obsessed with the doom and gloom predictions that every prophet since the beginning of recorded history has made about the end of times, and he painstakingly ingrained those stories into our innocent, young, impressionable minds. The dreams of Daniel, Revelations of Isaiah, predictions of Nostradamus, and forecasts of Joseph Smith and other Mormon prophets, and my father’s own interpretations were wrapped up into one end-of-the-world melodrama that was guaranteed to happen in my lifetime. Most definitely before the year 2,000, which was seen by us as the beginning of the seventh day, (each day represented as a thousand years) of earth’s existence, and earth’s very own personal Sabbath. Those predictions were the reason we fled to the mountains, grew our own food, had years of supplies in the basement and guns to protect ourselves from the government and unavoidable intrusion from China, Mexico and Russia.

The apocalypse was upon us at any moment!

The battle of Armageddon and the second coming of Christ, separation of wheat from chaff, (we of course were the wheat), the ascension of only a chosen few and the resurrection of the bodies of Mormon Saints being lifted up and restored to wholeness, was inevitable. World War III and America being attacked from all borders, missionaries rotting in the streets of Jerusalem and pestilence against those who were sinful loomed on our doorstep. The sun turning to darkness and blood running in the streets, wars and rumors of wars, violent earthquakes and all manner of destruction, another planet slamming into ours and tearing of the veil between good and evil, great disease, abominations, and more… were my inevitable destiny. On that great and dreadful day, God would raise his mighty hand, smite the evil-doers and cleanse the earth of sinners and all inequities. Only 144,000 people would survive the great cleansing and baptism by fire. All of the prophesies would then finally be fulfilled. And we, along with those like us, would be the only ones to benefit from God’s wrath upon His children.

These stories led to nightmares that haunted me well into adulthood, until I finally came to understand how many of the prophesies were parables and metaphors, rather than events.

The prophesies are periods of time throughout history rather than one big day. They tell of a time when fear begins to leave the planet and love returns, when the Divine Feminine is resurrected and restored to Her mantle beside the Divine Masculine and equality and harmony are restored to Earth’s children. We are in the midst of it right now and have been for over 50 years. We are all ascending, not just a chosen few. The process isn’t pretty, and we will get there, if we don’t destroy ourselves first.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for and we are the ones who will save us from ourselves. 

As they say, the pen is mightier than the sword. We can use it as a weapon of mass destruction or use it as a tool for peace.

I am so grateful to be free of the stories that once tormented my soul and kept my spirit captive in fear. Today I am free to see what is possible for ALL of humanity rather than just a supposed chosen few.

Until next time, be Fearless & Free!

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Witnessing A Miracle

Uncle Rulon, as I knew Rulon Allred to be, was as close to God as any man could be in my young eyes, and I was in complete awe of him.

His thick, white hair, soft blue eyes and gentle voice, gave him an angelic resemblance. We didn’t see him as often as we would like and when we did, his words and presence were precious. On his visits from Utah we felt truly honored and blessed. When he spoke, all who knew him listened intently, hanging on his every breath as though his words were directly the word of God and God spoke through him on our behalf. His instructions were God’s instructions and his voice the voice of God. We felt fortunate to have several of his wives living among us, and on occasion that he came to visit them, he shared his messages of truth and revelation with the rest of us. Not only did Uncle Rulon have the highest order of the priesthood but he also inherited the keys to God’s kingdom from his predecessor, which made him a virtual superman.

In my book, Fly Fly Away, I share the story of my sister Hannah’s drowning and near-death experience in the pond at one of Rulon’s homes on The Ranch.

… Learning of the situation, Uncle Rulon ran from the house and began performing CPR on Hannah, but to no avail. There was no heartbeat, no pulse and no sign of life. Then he did the one thing he knew would help. He laid his hands upon Hannah’s head, and prayed to the Lord to spare her young life as we all stood silently bowing our heads in reverent faith and prayer. Moments later she began coughing and sputtering back to life. While she sat on the ground crying over the trauma of the near death experience, the rest of us praised God, for we knew in that moment we had surely witnessed a miracle…

Moments like this solidified my parent’s faith in their religion and in the man who we knew as the one-and-only mouthpiece of God.

As a child, men with the priesthood had the healing power that miracles are made of. This reverence to men and their unlimited power led some men to use their power as a means of control. Now of course I know that a man and his priesthood have nothing to do with miracles. Both men and women are equally capable of magnificent works of faith, without anointed oil, without special privileges, without secret hand-gestures and without priesthood.

Yes, I do think miracles can happen, especially when many minds, and not just one superior mind, are focused on the end result. There is power in numbers and unified fields of thought. In my sister’s case, her near-death experience and return-to-life was her choice, and not one made by any of the rest of us, not even the chosen man of God.

Stay tuned for the rest of the story!

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