Ether 5

Okay, that’s what God told me to write. I’m a scribe. I’ve got lots of time. So I can proofread for accuracy and even put a little flourish into my metal scrapemanship. I’ve outlined the sealed part of the record. Protecting the innocent? Maybe. I’m not privy to all the reasons for partial disclosure. If God changes the terms for you, I’m fine with that.

I’m also fine with you showing the plates to whomever might be helping you, translators. Wait, I’m getting an image of what will be. Three. That’s the number of people who will attest they saw the plates. And I’m not even counting God and angels, of course. Just duly deposable witnesses.

I realize you don’t know me.

But I believe one day you will. And you’ll thank me.