When the Incense Is Taken Away How We Lost the Fire—and How to Find His Face Again
🌿 When the Incense Is Taken Away
How We Lost the Fire—and How to Find His Face Again
📖 Second Book of Tsi Muhayl 8:38
“In the day when the holy incense is taken away from the ordinances of my Holy House…”
🕊️ The Fragrance of Heaven
There’s something sacred in that line.
Not just a warning. Not just a prophecy.
A quiet sorrow.
Because when the incense is taken away, it means He’s not there anymore.
The One who used to walk those halls.
The One who whispered through the veil.
The One who lifted your soul into places too beautiful for words.
He’s been pushed out—by ritual, by pride, by forgetting.
And yet… the Spirit is still speaking. Some are beginning to see it. One of our dear sisters put it into words that glowed:
“Without the Haymehnay, the Spirit, the main purpose of the temple is dead—bringing living people into the presence of the Peacemaker and the Elohim.
When the focus is on doing work for the dead, many lose sight or don’t understand the actual purpose.
In the LDS temple, we are not taught the part the Haymehnay plays to achieve that purpose in our lives.
I am so grateful for what I have learned from the Nemenhah Record and from all of you.”
That’s what the temple was always meant to be.
Not a history project for the dead.
Not a checklist of ordinances.
But a holy place where the living could be brought into the presence of the Living Christ—and walk out reborn, soul set aflame, body trembling with light, tears streaming without shame.
✨ What Is the Haymehnay?
The Haymehnay is the sacred Nemenhah name for:
The Holy Spirit
The Holy Ghost
The Holy Spirit of Promise
But those names can feel small for what it really is.
The Haymehnay is the presence of God that burns in your bones.
It is the voice that shakes the soul awake.
It is the seal of truth, the power of transformation, the very breath of Christ in your heart.
“Even seeing my face, they shall submit all things to the confirmation of the Haymehnay.”
— Tsi Muhayl 8:45
This is the incense.
This is what makes ordinances living.
This is what transforms the temple from a school into a sanctuary.
Without it?
Just smoke and ceremony.
⚰️ A House Gone Hollow
We still go through the motions.
Still speak the names.
Still wear the robes.
But do we tremble?
Do we burn?
Do we feel Him with us, within us?
“When the dead sacrifice takes precedence over the living…”
— Tsi Muhayl 8:38
We’ve forgotten.
But the records remember.
💬 The Translator’s Tears
Brother Cloudpiler, one of the translators of the Nemenhah Records, said this after reading these truths:
“Holy cow, you guys are really getting it.
My heart might just burst out of my chest.
Thank you for allowing me to end the day with these thoughts, insights, and understandings.”
That’s what the incense does.
It opens the heart until it can barely hold the joy.
🏛️ A Place to See His Face
“Then may your election be made sure and plain…
and you shall be elevated to the place wherein you may receive of His word from Angels and even from His own mouth.”
— Tsi Muhayl 8:3
This is the real temple.
The one that brings us to Him.
And when you are with Him—
When you feel His arms wrap around your spirit—
When He speaks and your soul knows it’s Him—
There are no words.
Just like the prophets said.
Just like Nephi said.
“I cannot write even the hundredth part…”
Because it’s too full. Too glorious. Too alive.
💔 When the Daughters Were Silenced
“In the day when the place of my daughters shall have been reduced to a place of compulsion and servitude unto the men, then shall the time be ripe…”
— Tsi Muhayl 8:38
This is not just a passing line. It’s a heart-rending signal.
The Peacemaker is saying:
When my daughters—those who once walked in holiness, prophecy, healing, and wisdom—are pushed down, told to be silent, forbidden from speaking with my voice…
When their sacred fire is quenched beneath the weight of hierarchy, shame, and control…
That’s when you’ll know the light has dimmed. That’s when the incense has faded.
And sadly, that’s exactly what happened.
When Brigham Young took over after the death of Joseph, the women were silenced.
Polygamy spread like a weed and strangled the voice of the daughters.
Once-prophetesses became property.
And the Spirit wept.
The temple became a machine.
A place to seal women to men, not to Christ.
A place of ownership, not oneness.
And with that, the holy incense was taken away.
🌹 The Daughters of Zion
But the records tell a better story.
The Nemenhah reveal that the daughters were never meant to be silent.
They were never meant to serve beneath the men.
They were the keepers of the lifeways.
The callers of sacred assemblies.
The ones who knew when to move the people and when to stay and build.
They performed ordinances.
They healed the sick.
They prophesied.
They led.
And the Peacemaker walked with them in power.
Zion cannot rise without her daughters.
The temple cannot burn without their incense.
🚨 The Prophetic Sign
When the daughters are put down, when the Spirit is replaced by structure, when the temple forgets the living—then the time is ripe.
Not for destruction.
But for restoration.
🕊️ Let the Incense Burn Again
These Nemenhah Records are not here to scold.
They are a restoration of memory.
A return of the mothers and daughters to their sacred callings.
A fire in the soul to lead us back to Him.
This is the blueprint for Zion:
Men and women, walking in oneness
The Haymehnay guiding all things
The ordinances made holy again
The presence of the Peacemaker at the center
This is the temple alive.
Let the daughters rise again.
Let the incense burn again.
Let the temple be filled with life again.
And let Zion rise—on the shoulders of sons and daughters together.
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