My family are Missouri Mormons. After Joseph Smith Junior was killed and Brigham Young took most of the Mormons with him to Utah, Joseph Smith Junior’s son Joseph Smith III founded his church in Missouri. My family are part of that church.
When I was a kid, I told my parents about being in a waiting place before I was born and looking down on the earth from the clouds with other kids and choosing a family to be born into. One time I saw lights around the heads of some people playing basketball, and I told my mom and she said I was seeing their halos.
My mom is a Mormon witch. She is a faith healer. In a past life she was a priestess and a midwife. She is a midwife and a nurse now.
When they were building our new house, she took our family there. She did a spell where she burnt sweet grass and walked through the wood frame of the house to all the corners of the foundation. She did it to bless our house and protect it from devils.
My dad is an Elder in the church priesthood. When he was a kid, he made a joke about God when he was in a tree with his friends, and God knocked him out of the tree onto the ground to teach him a lesson.
When I was a kid, I got into an accident and I was in the hospital for a week. My dad and other Elders from the church came to anoint me with oil and do laying of hands on me to heal me.
All my grandparents are Mormons. During the Cuban missile crisis, my dad sat with his parents in the living room and watched the news on TV. His parents told him that this was how God was going to end the world. They weren’t scared or anything.