A week later, on a perfect day, with cool air and clear skies, I drive out to the Mormon’s Sacred Grove. The Pageant is over. The crowds are gone. Something like calm has returned. Here in this woods young Joe Smith had his first visions. Jesus and God the Father came blasting out of the heavens in a cloud of smoke and roiling noise. Now it’s infinitely more relaxed. No visions, just a few acres of Eastern woodlands. It’s a truly beautiful spot. Not amazing, or remarkable, merely tall maples and beeches, with a calm stream running through it.
I am A Man of Letters. I’ve been reading lately, and I have found some words I would like to share. Today, “Undercover Mormon: A Spy in the House of the Gods” by Th. Metzger. Chapter Sixty-Two: Over the Line.
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Carroll Gibbons Savoy Hotel Orpheans – Why Stars Come Out At Night (Columbia 1090 1935)