The voice that turned out not to be god

On shame, vigilance, and moral surveillance after Mormonism

I thought the auditor worked for God.

The stakes were clear. If I sinned. If I made a mistake. If I let go for even a moment, the Holy Ghost would leave me. And if the Holy Ghost left me, my children could be dying in the next room, and I would feel nothing. No prompting. No warning. Just me, oblivious, while something terrible happened that I could have…