Mormon Prophesy Spoken By Joseph Smith Himself

[Cammmpbell]

But there was a prophecy, the White Horse Prophecy spoken by Joseph Smith himself on May 6,1843 in the presence of Edwin Rushton and Theodore Turley. It holds: "A terrible revolution will take place in the land of America, such as has never been seen before; for the land will be literally left without a supreme government. And every species of wickedness will run rampant."

Mormons (the White Horse) will get rich with gold and minerals, the heathen Chinese will invade a land beyond the Rockies, banks in every nation except England and the state of Utah will fail, and only the White Horse will remain to save the day. (I'll let you guess who the "Red Horse" and "Black Horse" represent.)

All this might be good except a man and woman when married in the temple are married forever. Can you imagine how boring that would be

 

[violet]

I'm lost on what you are trying to point out here.

 

[AmericanFirst]

I'm lost on what you are trying to point out here.

He is lost on what he is trying to point out. He never makes sense.

 

[Avatar4321]

Unfortunately, the "white horse" prophecy is not a reliable prophecy of Josephs. It contains some elements of prophecies he did make. But its completely unsubstantiated.

 

[California Girl]

Unfortunately, the "white horse" prophecy is not a reliable prophecy of Josephs. It contains some elements of prophecies he did make. But its completely unsubstantiated.

Thank (insert optional deity here) for that! For a minute, I was concerned that Cammmpy had lost his record of posting 100% bullshit. Whew!

 

[Avatar4321]

Unfortunately, the "white horse" prophecy is not a reliable prophecy of Josephs. It contains some elements of prophecies he did make. But its completely unsubstantiated.

Thank (insert optional deity here) for that! For a minute, I was concerned that Cammmpy had lost his record of posting 100% bullshit. Whew!

There is a prophecy about the Constitution hanging from a thread, which was integrated into this White Horse prophecy stuff. But that's got other sources as well.

There is also another interesting second hand prophecy about the Republicans and Democrats and civil war. I think it's a need little prophecy, but the fact that it's second hand and told decades after Joseph died, i question that one too.

 

[uscitizen]

We only have smiths word on any of the moremoan stuff.

 

[California Girl]

We only have smiths word on any of the moremoan stuff.

Thank you, Capt Obvious. Do please give us notice of your next insightful moment so we don't miss it.

 

[FuelRod]

This sounds more like Charles Manson ramblings about the Beatles "White" album.

 

[laughinReaper]

personally I think Joseph Smith got the whole thing from a vision George Washington had.

A Vision of George Washington ~

"The Birth, the progress and the destiny of the United States"


The father of our country, George Washington, was a man of prayer. Many of us have read of how he went to the thicket many times to pray during the winter his army was at Valley Forge. However, little publicity has been give to the vision and prophecy he received at that time.

The account of this vision was given in 1859 by an old soldier. He gave it to a writer, Wesley Bradshaw, who published it. In the vision God revealed to George Washington that three great perils would come upon the republic. He was given to know that America was going through the first peril at that time. The old soldier who told the story of the vision said the nation would soon see the account verified by the second peril descending upon the land.

We give the account here as printed in the U.S. war veterans paper The National Tribune, in December 1880. The National Tribune became, "The Stars and Stripes", and this article was later reprinted in that publication.



I do not know whether it is owing to the anxiety of my mind, or what, but this afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaging in preparing a dispatch, something in the apartment seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite to me a singularly beautiful being. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of the visit. A second, a third, and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of the eyes.

By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I tried once more to speak, but my tongue became useless, as if paralyzed. A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor.

Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed to fill with sensations, and grew luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor also becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations I sometimes imagine accompanying death. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move. All were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly on my companion.

Presently I heard a voice say,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn,"

while at the same time my visitor extended an arm eastward. I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon the strange scene. Before me lay, out in one vast plain all the countries of the world -- Europe, Asia, Africa, and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America lay billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific.

"Son of the Republic", said the same mysterious voice as before,

"Look and learn."

At that moment I beheld a dark shadowy being, like an angel, standing, or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left he cast some over Europe. Immediately a cloud arose from these countries and joined in mid-ocean. For awhile it remained stationary, and then it moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashed of lightning gleamed through at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American People.

A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud drew back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows it sank from view.

A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn."

I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and town and cities spring up one right after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them. Again, I heard the mysterious voice say,

"Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn."

And this time a dark shadowy angel turned his face southward. From Africa I saw an ill omened spectra approach our land. It flitted slowly and heavily over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other. As I continued look I saw a bright angel on whose brow was traced the word 'Union.' He was bearing the American flag. He placed the flag between the divided nation and said,

"Remember, ye are brethren. "

Instantly the inhabitants, casting down their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.

Again I heard a mysterious voice saying,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn."

At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia, and Africa.

Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene. From each of these continents arose thick black clouds that were soon joined into one. And throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men. These men, moving with the cloud marched by land and sailed by sea to America, which country was enveloped in the volume of the cloud. And I dimly saw these vast armies devastate the whole country and burn the villages, towns and cities, which I had seen spring up.

As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of swords, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I again heard the mysterious voice saying,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn."

When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. Instantly a light, as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments of the dark cloud, which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shown the word 'Union,' and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were well-nigh over come, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks, and renewed battle.

Again amid the fearful voice of the conflict I heard the mysterious voice say,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn."

As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped the water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark clouds rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious.

Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seem them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard cried with a loud voice:

"While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last."

And taking from his brow the crown, which blazoned the word 'Union,' he placed it down upon the standard while the people, kneeling down said, 'Amen.'

The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor, I at first beheld. This also disappeared, and I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor who, in the same voice I heard before said,

"Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted: Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful for her is the third. But the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for his God, his land and Union."

With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been showed me the birth, progress, and destiny of the United States.

The Vision of George Washington




Considering the Civil war account I'm more inclined to believe in George Washinton's vision then in Jospeh Smiths.





The Ghost of Gettysburg



The Ghost of Gettysburg - Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, USA was once the site of one of the bloodiest battles of the American Civil War. It is also the home of a mysterious ghost that has haunted the battlefield of Gettysburg for generations. While the soldiers were in Gettysburg, many reported that they had seen a ghost roaming the fields. Most of these reports were from the men of the 20th Maine (a Union regiment). Colonel John Pittenger of the Union (North) Army was sent on a mission to discover who the ghost of was in the summer of 1863. Soon, in July of 1863, Colonel Pittenger and General Hunt had a discussion about the ghost. General Hunt explained that during the battle, a man, dressed in Revolutionary clothes, came galloping onto the field on a white horse. General Hunt said that he clearly saw the face of the man. It was, according to him, George Washington! But...he had been dead for years! Could it really have been General Washington, the first President of the United States, that had helped them win the battle of Little Roundtop? Though Pittenger did not believe this and was nervous about turning in a report about a George Washington ghost, Hunt swore that he and all the other men at the battle would go to there grave believing that General, President, George Washington had helped them win the war at Gettysburg.







Roundtop Gettysburg

The Phantom Horseman of Little Round Top




By Barry Leilich



The Battle of Gettysburg is considered by historians as the turning point of the Civil War. It was during these three days of battle that the Confederate troop fiercely fought the Federal troops in an effort to bring an end to the war. On the first day, July 1, the Union line held as Confederate troops assaulted its right flank. On the second day Longstreet’s Confederate troops assaulted the Union’s left flank, forcing them back towards the high ground. Late in the afternoon, the Federal generals realized that there were no troops defending the heights of the Little Round Top. In a desperate race to beat the Rebels, Union troops arrived on the slopes of Little Round Top just minutes ahead of the first wave of Rebel forces. The following is an account of the struggle to hold Little Round Top that did not make it to the history books:

The Twentieth Maine was posted to the extreme left of the Union line; Colonel Chamberlain’s regiment became the anchor on which the entire Federal line rested. If the Confederates could have turned that position, the whole Union line would have collapsed like a house of cards.

Chamberlain had little time to contemplate the importance of his position. Even as the regiment took up a defensive line on the hill, they came under constant and heavy artillery fire. No sooner was the Twentieth Maine in line than a vigorous infantry assault on their right replaced the artillery barrage. The attack rapidly extended along the whole of the Twentieth’s front. The action, Chamberlain reported, was quite sharp and at close quarters.

Even as the regiment was heavily engaged, an officer from the center of the line informed Chamberlain that the enemy was maneuvering in the valley below, trying to work around behind the regiment’s far left flank. Mounting a boulder to get a better look, Colonel Chamberlain could indeed see a larger body of Rebels moving behind the front, passing from the foot of Big Round Top over to his left.

Chamberlain immediately stretched his defensive line to the left, at the same time “refusing” his extreme left wing, so that it was bent at a sharp angle to the right. No sooner had the Twentieth Maine carried out this difficult maneuver, still under heavy fire, the Confederates burst upon the newly extended left flank. They were repulsed only to charge again with even greater ferocity.

All along the line, for a full hour, Confederate troops made desperate efforts to break the Union line and overrun the defenses at Little Round Top. Breakthroughs were made in many places, only to be repulsed after bitter, deadly, hand-to-hand fighting.

The edge of the fight flowed backward and forward on the steep slope of the hill, like ocean waves crashing on the granite shores of Maine. Between attacks, the Twentieth Maine gathered munitions from the cartridge boxes of the fallen, for by now their ammo was beginning to run short.

At this point, half of Chamberlain’s left wing was already casualties, and a third of his whole command were either dead or wounded. What munitions were left had been robbed from the dead. It was at this critical juncture that a fresh enemy force appeared on the field. As the Confederates closed on the Union’s position, it was clear they were in large numbers and were coming on as if they meant to sweep everything before them. Chamberlain admitted that it did not seem possible to withstand another shock like this now coming on.

The battle was at a crisis point. A roar of musketry to the rear of the Twentieth Maine also warned of a possible Rebel breakthrough behind them. The New Englanders’ thin blue line was exhausted, out of ammo, and outnumbered. Defeat was imminent, and with it, the collapse of the whole Union line — perhaps of the very Union itself.

According to the official version, it was at this point that Colonel Chamberlain ordered his men to fix bayonets and charge. Amidst the deafening din of musketry—front and rear—and the blood-curdling Rebel yell, the Colonel reported “the word was enough.” Supposedly the entire length of Chamberlain’s over extended battle-line heard his order to fix bayonets and moved forward as one.

With a massive Rebel force but yards away, this thin blue line swept all before it. The fresh, well-armed Confederate force simply threw down their arms and surrendered! A second wave of Confederates also broke and ran without a shot being fired. Some four hundred prisoners, including two field officers and a large number of line officers, were captured from four different Rebel regiments—all by one bedraggled bunch of Yankees!

Soon after the battle, reports filtered out that during the crisis point of the battle, an apparition appeared, an apparition, which had turned the tide of battle in favor of the Federal forces. The troops, it was said, beheld a pale rider in their midst. It had come from nowhere and was dressed in antique costume. It rode along the thin blue line of Federals, and everywhere it passed, men picked up hope and took courage in the fight. The men in blue were suddenly brimming with confidence, as if some great and charismatic leader had suddenly appeared in their midst to lead them to certain victory. Inspired by the apparition, the Twentieth Maine moved for-ward behind him, and despite their lack of numbers, their counter-attack proved irresistible.

The Rebels seemed to have seen the apparition as well. A number of them were seen to fire on it, thinking it a Union commander as it was also clad in blue. But despite their concentrated fire at the figure on horseback, bullets had no effect on it. Soon, the phantom rider, with its tricorner hat and turned-back coattails, had spread dismay and panic among the Rebel ranks.

In discussing the incident afterwards, soldiers reported that the phantom rider closely resembled portraits they had seen of George Washington. Well aware of the crucial role they had played in the battle, some ventured the theory that Washington had appeared to them in their hour of trial in order to save the very Union he had once fought so hard to establish.

On the face of it, the appearance of General Washington on the field of Gettysburg may seem outlandish. Yet, the War Department did not regard it so at the time. As rumors filtered back to Washington, D.C., Secretary of War Stanton dispatched a staff officer, Colonel Pittenger, to investigate. He interviewed a number of participants, including General Oliver O. Howard of Maine. He apparently gathered extensive eyewitness testimony of the incident; of course, his findings were never published. The official dispatches remained the accepted account of the battle, the one which historians have repeated without question ever since.





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George Washington, Father of Our Nation

 

[Avatar4321]

We only have smiths word on any of the moremoan stuff.

Only his word. Oh, and of course the other witnesses.

 

[RetiredGySgt]

We only have smiths word on any of the moremoan stuff.

Not true. There were witnesses to the Golden tablets, at least one of which left the church yet never recanted seeing the tablets.

 

[Douger]

In summary. Smith and Washington were both highly delusional.

 

[editec]

Somebody I never heard of predicted a revolution in the world?

Okay.

 

[bodecea]

Oh great....Washington as Prophet.