Civil War, Tribes and Fleeing to Zion

Carol and I have been reading in Ether the past week or so. Like many of you who have been reading the Book of Mormon again this year, we have seen amazing parallels with what is happening in the world around us and what we read each night. We are especially cognizant of the multiple warnings to not let the secret combinations get above us. We get it. We see it. But what can we do about it?

Reading the scriptures aloud each night is a life-long habit, one I thoroughly endorse and recommend. It elicits commentary. It invokes discussion. We are both edified as we ponder the words from prophets who were writing for our day. The Book of Mormon was given as a warning to give us an opportunity to avoid the fate of the Jaredites and the Nephites, who succumbed to combinations.

I wrote about secret combinations previously. I pointed out my observation of where I see those combinations today. My mother named me after one of her heroes, Dwight D. Eisenhower (Dwight is my middle name). He warned about a secret combination of his day, the military industrial complex. I hope I have been clear in my warning about the news media, big tech, and tyrannical government.

The Power of Technology

We live in California. I work in Los Angeles. Both the governor of this state and the mayor of the city qualify for the label of hypocritical tyrants. But wo is me, I live among a people who seem to be comfortable with their leadership. There is no doubt I live in a progressive state, and I use that label in a good way. Technology has done so much for this state, this nation, and the world, and most of it started right here in California. I make a good living because of my work in technology.

But the wealth it has brought to our state has clearly brought out the greed and lust for power among those who desire to get gain. We have sufficient for our needs. The Lord has been good to us. We have always seemed to be able to earn a wonderfully comfortable living in technology. I enjoy my work. I love learning new technology and using it to help those who depend on my expertise.

I have written before how I feel about this tech know-how I have acquired over the years. I keep thinking of the day when none of it will matter. I’ve had dreams of that day, a day in which the power grid does not function, a day in which we have no Internet, a day in which our great interstate road system has crumbled into decay and ruin, a day in which our cities are being torn apart by civil war.

Dreams and Visions

The tribes I have seen in my dreams keep fighting for their desire to restore the cities to their greatness. They rally others to their cause with fair promises of being able to share in the wealth again, if only they will help them gain control of this city or that one. Neighborhoods trade sides in great battles that no longer have the power of modern technological weapons, only guns and bullets.

Communication systems have failed. There is no cellular network. There is no central government, either on a national or state level. There is no police force, no military. No fuel for the fighter jets and tanks. Our great health care system with all the hospitals, medicines and lifesaving power has been decimated. Distribution of goods is non-existent. Civilization has gone back a hundred and fifty years. No cars, no working sewage systems, no more water distribution.

I awake with a start. What could have caused this terrible scene? What could have possibly brought on such a terrible civil war to this once great nation? How could we have done this to our cities, to our government, to our industry? Why do we have such terrible wars of genocide and fratricide? Such hatred, such powerfully strong convictions of being right, and yet all are wrong who fight each other.

I will not fight. We will not fight. We must flee. We must find a place of refuge, a place of safety. Where is Zion? Is there no place we can go to get away from these terrible roving gangs who steal and plunder, searching for food and ammunition? I have no guns. We hoard no ammunition. We barely have enough food to feed ourselves for a few more weeks. It is time to go. We must escape. But to where?

Where is Zion?

Having grown up in the church, we have been taught that Zion will be in Jackson County Missouri. Such a long way away. And apparently the prophecies have come true. We will have to walk to get there. We are old. There is no way we will make it so far. How will we get food along the way? And water? What about our medications? How far can we get started in our car? What about more gas?

From experience we know we can make it to St George on one tank of gas, and we have a couple more gallons in the trunk just in case We decide to start late one night. We have family there. We hope they are still there so we can band together for the long journey to Missouri. No, we have not heard if anyone has any sure knowledge of what waits for us there. Nobody seems to know anymore.

We are grateful for the members of our local ward and stake. We have held out together for as long as we could. We are lucky. We have been able to stay in our home. Others are living in tents in the grassy area behind the stake center. We have hoped and prayed together for months that this fighting would stop and that we would return to a normal life again. But it has been getting desperate lately.

Several other families agree to go with us to St George. We will caravan together for protection. Others are going to try to make it to Arizona. They have families in Mesa. Interesting how we each seem to gather to the temple. Sadly, we heard the Los Angeles temple was burned several months ago. There was nobody to stop them. Such hatred. One of the last TV pictures we saw before things fell apart.

A Desperate Flight

We are frightened. We almost didn’t make it out of the city. The gangs control all the main routes in and out of the city. They take whatever they want. We are able to get past them by using side roads, but it takes more precious gas. We are glad one of the brothers in the ward brought his truck with the gas tank he used to fill his construction vehicles. We should be okay if we can get past Las Vegas now.

It is still dark when we approach Vegas, but it is lit up. How can that be? We soon see. It is burning. Are we too late? How will we get through? One of the families in our caravan has a daughter in the outskirts of town. They join us and help us find a way around the gangs. With renewed hope and a quick bite to eat we make the long run for the corner of Arizona where the I15 goes through the canyon.

It’s morning now. Damn. Do you see that? Somebody has dynamited the rocks above the entrance to the canyon. We’ll have to go back to Littlefield and take old US 91 around to Ivins. There is a line of cars as we approach the Shivwits Indian Reservation. They have a blockade and are questioning everyone who is trying to get into St. George. Surely that means things are better in Utah. We hope so.

We Almost Don’t Get Through

Slowly, we make it to the barricade. There are several men with shotguns.

“Hold on there. Where are you going?”
“We have family in St. George.”
“But you’ve from California.”
“Yeah, but we had to leave. We couldn’t stay there anymore.”
“We don’t want anyone from California here.”
“We don’t like what you did. You destroyed our country.”
“Well, we don’t like what happened either, but we had nothing to do with it.”
“Which side are you on?”
“We’re not on either side. We won’t fight.”
“Everybody’s gotta fight. I’m asking you again.”

The man lowered his shotgun from off his shoulder. Two other men behind the barricade did the same. What in the world did they want to hear?

“Look, we’re old. We don’t have a dog in this fight. We just want to find our families and live in peace. We can’t live in Los Angeles anymore. We aren’t going to bring the fight to you. We don’t have any guns. Can’t you see that?”
“Turn around and go back,” the man with the shotgun said.
“I don’t suppose it would do any good to offer you money.”
“Money is no good anymore. You’ve got nothing we want.”
“But my wife is from Utah. So is my son. You want to see their birth certificates?”
“No. You’ve got California plates. Nobody gets in from California.”
“Okay. We promise we won’t stay in St. George. We’re on our way to Missouri.”

The man paused, looked back at the line of cars behind us.

“You all going to Missouri?”
“Where else can we go? Everyone’s fighting. The whole world is turned upside down. We heard the church has a lot of land there. We’ve got some tents in the back and hope to find others like us who won’t fight. Please let us through.”

The man paused a minute, put his shotgun back on his shoulder.

“What stake you from?”
“Where’s that?”
“Near Ventura.”
“I’m from Hurricane. You promise you won’t stay?”

I reached out my hand. He took it. I was startled by his grip. He smiled.

“Welcome to Utah.”

The men moved the barricade and waved our caravan through.

8 thoughts on “Civil War, Tribes and Fleeing to Zion”

  1. If you’ve read my stuff, you know I don’t believe Zion is going to be in Missouri, at least not yet. We shall gather to the tops of the mountains as a refuge from the storm. Will we gather to the Grand Mesa, to somewhere in Idaho, Arizona?

    Those who will not fight in the coming civil war must flee to Zion, but where and how? Will the day come when the LDS Church must deal with a generation of saints who grew up believing they must walk back to Zion?

    To be clear, this post is a work of fiction, but based on real thoughts, dreams and visions of what the future might hold. I’m thinking of exploring the ideas further, perhaps expanding the work into a short story of the last days.

  2. Sounds a bit like something Julie Rowe would write. I live on the other side of the earth where I hope nothing like this would ever happen.

  3. Hi TerryA. It’s amazing the number of stories about civil war in the news these days. We live in troubling times. I hope and pray we don’t go overboard in our response to what is happening. It makes us look weird to folks who didn’t grow up in the LDS Church with the focus on preparation being carried to the extreme.

    Here’s an example of how it can cause folks to go into extremism shock that seems to happen every election cycle:,1659483,1659573

    1. Thanks Tim. Ive read books by JR, Hector Sosa and a woman by the name of Monet. All very similar, based on visions and NDE’s, allegedly. Firstly, No one, perhaps except the Father, really knows the future, and secondly, there are many well meaning, but alarmist spirits in the spirit world that can hijack a susceptible incarnate’s mind, leading them to believe these events are set in concrete. Given that most of our existance is as a spirit being, not confined to a material earth, we spend far too much time worrying about temporal matters. Putting things in perspective, focusing on soul development rather than when and how we will die, will achieve a lot more in the long run. Which is why Jesus died at 33 and inherited eternal life, showing us the long-term perspective should predominate our thinking. All my opinion, of course.

  4. Sounds like you need to leave sooner if you are getting dreams about, job or no job. I left in March of this year from Orange County. The longer you wait the harder it will get, I’m afraid.

  5. From the heart ideas. Good job Tim. The best part were the pleas “but we are old”. LOL. Loved it!

  6. The Brother of Jared

    The teaching on polygamy by the LDS church is an abomination before God. Don’t you find it troubling that all of the hearsay quotes were published after Joseph Smith was killed…and so he was not able to dispute them? In 1852, 8 years after Joseph’s death, Brigham Young introduced Sec. 132 at a conference in Utah saying that it had been kept in his desk all that time. Brigham was unable to produce the original document, which he said Emma burned. When asked, Emma responded, “It is false in all its parts, made out of whole cloth, without any foundation in truth.”
    Review for yourselves how Joseph Smith Fought Polygamy throughout his life.

    If you believe that Joseph Smith taught and practiced polygamy, then you have to also acknowledge that he lied about it. And if he lied about it, then is it possible that he also lied about all the rest – the vision in the grove, the Book of Mormon, the revelations in the D & C, the Inspired Version, etc.? However, if Joseph Smith was telling the truth, then the truth of the restoration remains…but the validity of the Mormon Church from Brigham Young to the present is revealed as false. Joseph Smith did not write section 132, or any revelation revealed after his death.

    We know from scripture that there are “save two churches only; the one is the church of the Lamb of God, and the other is the church of the devil; wherefore, whoso belongeth not to the church of the Lamb of God belongeth to that great church, which is the mother of abominations; and she is the whore of all the earth.”
    And also, God “will work a great and a marvelous work among the children of men; a work which shall be everlasting, either on the one hand or on the other—either to the convincing of them unto peace and life eternal, or unto the deliverance of them to the hardness of their hearts and the blindness of their minds unto their being brought down into captivity, and also into destruction”
    That time of a marvelous work is now, the end of the world, and you must choose what church you belong to. Fast and pray and “ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

    Jacob 2
    1 Nephi 14

  7. Utah has a relatively low carrying capacity. It is dry, it can be hot, it can be cold. Much of it is alkaline.

    Stay where you are at, or you will cause native Utahns to starve to death.

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