I WAS BORN TO RESCUE

Two different experiences, two different sides of the world, and yet, both were born to rescue those on the other side of the veil. Dennis Umukoro is a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, from Delta Nigeria, and has had many revelatory experiences that have led him to saving many of his own ancestors. Debra Bowen a member of the Church in the United States, also had promptings,  in different ways then Dennis, but no less effective in saving her family on the other side of the veil. Both experiences are remarkable in their own right and each one led to promises being made sure for many in the Spirit World.

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Hello, friends. Welcome to the Thinning of the Vell Podcast. I'm your host, Tia Smith. Now we are changing it up just a little bit this week. I will tell you, there are so many things happening behind the scenes, including creating new programs that will bring new people to the podcast, new technology that will help it run smoother. Needless to say, for this old lady trying to learn all of the new technologies and trying to meet with the people that are helping to move this message forward, it has very been very, very time consuming. So because of that, we're changing things up and we're having the testimony of Others' Day or Story Day today. And then either Wednesday or Friday, depending on how things go, we will hear the main episode that we usually hear. And that is going to be about the symbols in baptism and the symbols in the baptistry itself that point us to the Savior. Some are clearly obvious, but I think others are hidden. And as I learned about these things, it helped me, especially when I went to go do baptisms for the dead, to understand really what was happening and gave me a more rich, fuller experience as I was doing baptisms for the dead. So I'm excited about that. Again, it will either either be tomorrow or Friday. We will see about that. But today's stories I'm excited about. They're testimonies from those who have sent experiences in of their own. And this is an encouraging really quickly, again, if you have any stories or ancestral stories, email them to me at Tia at Thinning of The Vale.com. They are quite important to this podcast because doctrine and stories together help move the forward, move the work forward better than if they were separate. And you can't just hear it from me and you can't just hear it from church leaders, because when we hear from listeners, it makes these revelatory experiences attainable to everyone. I think well, and I can't even tell you how many times I've heard, well, I was gonna send it in, but I didn't. Please just send it in. And the other thing that I hear a lot is that, well, these, I guess Heavenly Father just doesn't want these things to happen to me. I guess it's just not going to be my thing. My friends, that is unbelief on an astronomical level. Because when you say that, then in that same breath, you are saying that God is a respecter of persons. There may be several different reasons. Maybe there aren't eyes to see or ears to hear the experiences that are being given, or the belief level is not such that you can receive them, or it's not yet time. But I promise you, as you pray for these experiences and as you really fine-tune your ability to see, hear, and feel, you will know that the Lord has been leading you along this whole time. These two stories are from completely opposite sides of the world. They are different in the way that the Lord spoke to them through revelatory ways and means to save their ancestors. But the result then is the same. And that is the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful message of the thinning of the veil is that it can happen at any time to anyone as they engage in the work of our Savior Jesus Christ. This work is moving forward at an unprecedented, unprecedented pace, clearly. But he is also moving mountains and parting the veil in increments for those who are involved. And that's what these two testimonies are all about. So let's hear from these two awesome saints of God. So the first story comes from a dear friend in Ephrin, Delta, Nigeria, and his name is Dennis Umu Koro. Now, clearly in the letter, I asked him to kind of tell me a little bit about himself. Uh it is clear that he is experiencing difficulty in his life, that uh he may be one of the only few members in his uh family, and that he's trying his best to live the life that God wants him to live in Nigeria. So I love his testimony that comes after this and know that English isn't his first language. And so when you're reading through this, I hope you hear his testimony through uh his ability to try to say it in English. He writes, Dear Tia Smith, good work you're doing for the Lord. I watched the podcast of Jihai Quan, and it was special. As request experiences you need to be shared, I offer you some of mine. Leaving my father's house in Wari, March 2nd, 1995, to another city, Lagos, there I found our church. I usually look at it as a secret cult, but in due time I became a member. And it came to pass that the Lord needed me to return to transform lives, living and rescuing the dead unknowingly to me. For I decided not to return there. Abba Nigeria Temple was opened August 5th through the 6th, 2005. The next year, lying down to hear the Spirit, the voice came, the temple. I stood up and I said, I need to go to the temple. Prior to my visit, the temple for the first time, about five to six months, I saw a man in a white robe shining, and seems everyone was giving way for him. Seeing him, I knew immediately he was my grandfather. I was three years old when he died. My seeing him signified to me that he was ready and waiting for me to perform ordinances for him. In my return to Wari on June 7, 1997, I gathered names of forebears before the temple was announced in 2000. In my dream, I saw multitudes of men and women over the side of a river making effort to cross to the other side. I was with two men and I and my father standing by them. I knew none of them, but my family only. And it came to pass that they all crossed to the position where we were. And it came to pass that my father was to go to the position they were before they crossed the water to our position. He was chastised for not doing it properly. Nevertheless, the third crossing was accepted. As time went by, I realized it was baptism for the dead. And it came to pass after some years, I saw myself, my mother, and a man standing close to the front door of the house of the Lord. While discussing, a man came out of the temple and dragged us in, and I began to say, If I have done anything wrong, I should be forgiven. In a bowl I was placed and still pleading before two personages. One of them placed his hands on my head and said, My son, you have done well. Well done, my son. This is very being that placed his hands on my head was the Father. Searching for name continues. At several times when I prepare to visit the temple, I visit with my uncle and request from him names. He always got stuck at names he has given me aforetime, and that he does not know more than that. But three years ago, when he wanted to see me for something else, as we were discussing, he began to pour out names from where we stopped. I stopped him that I may record the words. Tia, do you know he poured names of which I thought I could not get? I perceived those forebearers were ready, and they spoke through him that I may rescue them. I did not waste time to forward their names to the temple. Symbols is one of the special ways they communicate with us. If members are not committed, work with the spirit and fine-tune what they see in the spirit realms with the spirit, they will miss their pleading with us to help them out in the dungeon they find themselves in. Continue on your good work, may the spirit attend to all of you. For the Lord and your family. And he has seen many miracles in getting his family to the temple by the softening the heart of his uncle and by getting the information received that he could not get before. And then through dreams, knowing that some of those members were ready for baptism, and to see that he was forgiven of his own sins. It is incredible to me that living probably in a place and space where there's not a lot of members around him, that he continues and that his testimony is strong. So thank you, my friend Dennis, for sharing your testimony from the other side of the well, for the other side of the world, for it blesses all of us as you testify. Now we're going to hear a story from my dear friend. Now I have changed the names, um, and you will see why, um, because it is kind of personal. This next one is titled Philip David Moen. Now I'm going to give you a little bit of context because she gave me some context to help me understand the story better. She writes, I have attached two journal entries with our dates. For some context, David is my husband and Peter is our first of two children, my second marriage, who passed away 27 years ago at the age of two from a brain tumor. My husband was a non-member when I married him. After 18 years, he was baptized but without a testimony. He only went to church for about three months. Now he's an inactive member. We have been married now for 31 years. Okay, so that's the backdrop of how this miracle happened. And the name again is Philip David Moen that we're focusing on. She writes, through May, May through June 2002, when we went to DC, we went to all the historical monuments. David talked about how he remembered taking several field trips to D.C. with his Fork Union Military Academy class. He told about visiting the Vietnam Memorial Monument while there. He had an instructor that told the boys to look up the name of someone they knew in the directory of the names on the wall. If they didn't know anyone, then they were to check under their own last name to identify in some small way with a person on the wall. David said that he always remembered a quote Philip Moen. David said that it was the only Moen on the monument, or the only one he seemed to focus on. So when we got to the monument, we looked up the directory for this individual. Much to David's surprise, we found that there was quite a lengthy list of Moens in the book. And yes, Philip Mowen was there, but so were many others. I thought it was interesting that David had not remembered this man's middle name. It was David. Boy, that was unusual to me. Philip David Moen. Both the names of my husbands and with the right spelling and in the right order. And also with the same initials and middle and last names of our son, Peter David Moen. I merely noted this as coincidence. Well, we know what coincidence is, my friends, don't we? She writes, also in the name directory was the birthplace of each of the fallen soldiers. It was Keiko, Iowa. And I don't know if I said that right, but that's the way it's gonna be. She writes, David said, look at that, how odd. He then explained to me where Keikook, Iowa was located. He was surprised that I had never heard of it. Since David had been making vacation arrangements for our two trips, he was well aware that Keiko, Iowa, was only 12 miles away from Nauvoo, Illinois. This is where we were traveling in one month. I merely shrugged my shoulders when he kept commenting on what an unusual coincidence that was. I thought that he was overdoing the association. During the month we had back home, in between the two vacations, David told everyone about this coincidence. He decided that we should try to find this guy's grave when we went back to Nauvoo. He also looked up the dead soldiers' information on the internet in military records. I thought that he was crazy, making a big to-do about nothing. I didn't discourage him, but I thought that he was nuts if we were going to look for his grave. That directory didn't tell us that he was buried in Kikook, only that he was born there. Well, we went to Nauvoo in order to travel the 90 miles to get there from our motel room in Hannibal, Hannibal, Missouri. We had to cut through a little corner of Iowa, a town called Kikook. Three days in a row we traveled through this town. It was not a tiny town, and on the second day, David commented again about how we should try to find the cemetery. Yeah, right, I thought, impossible. On our way back to the motel that evening, we noticed a sign on the side of the road that said National Cemetery. We were both stunned. After being at the Arlington National Cemetery a month previous, I understood what a national cemetery was. It was where soldiers were buried row upon row upon row of them, all with identical markers. What were the chances that an unknown place like Kyokook, Iowa had such a cemetery, and further, that this happened to be the same town that Philip David Mowen was born in. Still a fluke, I thought. The third day that we traveled into Nauvoo, David commented that if we had enough time at the end of the day, perhaps we could check out that cemetery before returning to Missouri and then on to St. Louis before flying home. I just absently nodded my head because I wanted to humor him. On our way to the motel that evening we passed by the sign again, and it was getting into the evening hours. David said, Do you think that we have enough time to go check it out? I just shrugged again, wondering what his obsession was with this name. We drove to the cemetery. The big wrought iron gates to the entrance were open, even though the sign which hung on them listed the open hours of the cemetery, and we were clearly there after hours. The gates should have been closed. We drove in anyway. There was a little information building at the entrance and it was closed, but lo and behold, there was a little automated machine outside that building which gave instructions to people searching for a particular grave. David punched in the information he had on Philip David Moen and printed out a paper. He came back to the car smiling. The printout listed the names, the man's name and the grave number on his marker. It told of the section of the cemetery he was in. We drove to the section of the cemetery that was listed. It covered a large area. After all, this was a national cemetery. Just as I had learned from the Arlington Cemetery, there were rows upon rows of markers. I told David that just because he had found the section, how on earth did he expect to find a particular marker with an odd letter number combo? There was no way to tell or follow how the numbering of the individual markers worked. He wasn't dissuaded. So David just pulled up alongside the curb somewhere within the correct section of the cemetery and parked. He said that he just wanted to get out and look. Be my guest, I thought. David parked and got out of the car and just started to walk in between the closest rows to the car. At the second marker in from the car, he stopped, looked at me in the car, and pointed to a marker. In disbelief, I got out of the car. Sure enough, David was pointing to the headstone of Philip David Mowen. I was stunned. What were the chances? I looked around at the rolling hills of the cemetery and the rows and rows and rows of crosses in the E section of the cemetery. There was no earthly way Doug could have found it. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. After we got back into the car and David was commenting on the amazing coincidence, I said, Okay, David, why does this man want us to know about him? It was strictly a rhetorical question for David, but inwardly I said, Okay, Heavenly Father, I get it. Perhaps this man wants his temple work done for him. Back home in Utah, I found myself telling the unusual story to my girlfriend in a late night phone conversation. She was dumbfounded. Suddenly she just uttered words that penetrated my soul like a bolt of lightning. She said with a gasp, Peter has taught this man the gospel. Now, Peter, if you remember right, in the beginning of the story, is uh the deceased son of my friend who's writing this uh testimony. So when her friend said, Peter has taught this man the gospel, she writes, I know by the feeling that I had that she was right. She told me that I needed to do this man's work. I knew that she was right. But of course, in the succeeding days, common sense and reason took over that spiritual witness and I began to doubt. I told the story to my mom, minus the revelation from my friend. My mom's first words were, Well, have you checked to see if his temple work was done? That was a real leap for my mom to make. I took it as another sign that I needed to do something, but I didn't. My friend Barbara would periodically ask me if I had done that soldier's work yet. I told her that I had no idea how to proceed with getting a family name temple ready for temple work. She told me that she wanted me to tell the story to a friend of hers who does a lot of family research and has had many spiritual experiences of her own to relate. So one day in May 2003, I met with this friend of hers. It was one year after our trip to Washington, DC. After I told this friend the story, she only said one thing. Why haven't you done this man's work? She wanted to know how I could justify waiting this long after so many witnesses that I should do this. I still had to be convinced. And her response did that for me. But it still took me another month because I had no idea what to do or how to do it. One day I finally cleared my calendar and found a tender for Connor. I drove down to the family history library. I'd never been there before. I had no idea what I was doing. My mom had placed doubts in my head again because she thought that I shouldn't be doing the work on somebody that I didn't know it was even related. Merely having the same last name didn't mean David and this guy were related. I prayed fervently the days before I went to the library to know that this man truly wanted to have his work done and that it wasn't some fanciful imagining of my head, even though I had been given a blessing by the stake president before Peter died, that I would be aware of the work that he was doing on the other side of the veil, and that the veil is very thin. I was still doubting. I asked Heavenly Father to let me know somehow that doing this man's work was right. I parked in the parking lot behind the family history library. It had a payment box at the lot entrance where each car space had a slot for inter inserting three dollar bills as a parking fee. As I stood at the payment box, fumbling to organize my dollar bills, a man came up to my side and handed me three one dollar bills. He said, Here, ma'am, here's your parking fee. I gasped in astonishment. Whatever had motivated this man to do such a thing? I said, It's okay, I have the money right here already. The man persisted and again pushed the money towards Me. I then had the lesson that I learned while Peter was sick pass through my mind. I knew how important it is to accept service when it is offered. It benefits the giver of the gift. So I said thank you and accepted the parking payment. He then went back to his car. I pondered on whatever could have motivated this person to do this. I had passed this person as he was returning to his car, and I was walking toward the payment box. He was clearly walking the opposite direction as me. He had obviously done a complete about face and changed his path to his car. He had to have been prompted to turn around and offer me this money, but whatever for? Once inside the library, I quickly found someone who could assist me in putting this man's name on a computer disc and preparing it for a temple ordinance. When the helper pulled Philip David Moen's name on the military computer records, I again felt that chill go through me that I had had when my friend and I had the conversation. After I had the disc in hand all ready to walk through the temple doors, I thanked him profusely and exited the building. I walked across Temple Square. I literally felt as if I were floating and not touching the ground. I had the greatest feeling of euphoria. I was determined to do more research to establish the link between this young man's family history and David's family line. I felt that this is the way that would lead to David's baptism. Only a couple of weeks later, I had this young 20-year-old soldier's work done for him. I had no miraculous witness while at the temple, but that it is because I realized that I had already had several witnesses. And yes, even that kind person who felt impressed to offer me parking money was on the Lord's errand. How often does my parking get paid for by a complete stranger? In fact, how often does that happen to anyone? It was a confirmation of the prayer I had made to Heavenly Father that I would know whether or not this young man really wanted his work done for him. Someday I will know more about this young man and his family, but for now I feel relieved of the pressure that I had felt for a year. I know that I had done my part and that I could face Peter someday and say that I had helped him in the work that he is doing. I don't know much about this man, Philip David Mowen. I know that he is a medic in the army. That gives me some insight into his character. I'm looking forward to meeting him someday, and I know that there is still more to be told of this story. Now fast forward some years later, August 4th, 2025, Monday, she writes. I have a particular young man, Philip David Mowen, whose temple work I did back in 2003. It's a long story, how I determined that this man needed his work done. I've recorded it in my journals elsewhere. I'm sure, so I won't recap it here. But this person is not related to David that we know of, in spite of the same last name. I have felt the urging lately, 22 years later, to finally do the research necessary to learn how this young man, killed in the Vietnam War, is connected to David's dad's family line since the serm surnames are the same. In the past three weeks, I have finally found information that has helped me fill in David's family tree a little bit. Now I need to start filling in David's great-grandfather's family tree. So I went to the library yesterday to obtain further direction. However, the person helping me was not guiding me with the answers about navigation of the system the way that I wanted. I wasn't even sure that he even understood that this person, Philip David, was not my ancestor and that I was trying to find research information for David's family to link them together. At one point, this helper missionary told me to hit the view relationship button. I knew that would only give me information about a relationship if he was related to me, but not to David. I didn't have David's information and family tree filled in for any connection. However, I clicked the button anyway because I wanted to be a willing student. And dot dot dot shock of all shocks. Philip David Moen is my 11th cousin. I just started to cry. The unusual way that his name came to David and I and this personal connection to my family is bizarre. The name initially was discovered by David years ago when he was in high school. If the gentleman, quote, helping me at the library understood my questions and the program better, he wouldn't have even tried to view relationship through that button. So God again put me with the exact perfect person I needed yesterday to assist me. This has given me information to add to my family tree and validates my further research on this man. The church has changed their rules for doing temple work for people that are unrelated since I did his work in 2003. And I wouldn't be able to do any until I found a Moen linked to David today. But now I'm related to him. What a years-long special experience that was for my dear friend. And you can see the contrast in differing of revelatory experiences with the result being the same. So please listen to the Lord in any way, shape, or form because He will speak to you and bring people to you that need their work done. And please do not excuse away, oh, this can't be related to me, this has nothing to do with me, before you even check. You will be surprised at the miracle upon miracle upon miracle that happens when you engage in this work. My friends, I hope that these have bolstered your testimony to pray those intercessory prayers, to receive that information that those on the other side of the veil and our Heavenly Father and Savior want you to receive. We play an important role in saving the sons and daughters of God. May we understand that because of that, spiritual gifts can be obtained by all of us. This is evident by my friend Dennis and my dear friend in this particular story. Please join me tomorrow, either for a talk or for the actual episode, or Friday, vice versa, one of those two things. And then also join us Thursday on the Gathering Academy. Technology is changing, and we it's getting easier and easier for us to find our ancestors. So if you have a spot in your line where there is a hole, please revisit it because there are many now tools that can be used to help you understand better and to find better those who are missing. God is good. We are blessed to be a part of this work in this last dispensation. Have a great day, my friends. Bye.