by compound complex 31 Replies latest jw experiences
As I go out into my meadow today and join up with all the beasties, I shall listen for the song of the winged creature while gathering autumn leaves. I love you guys!
Ummm, thanks for sharing this. Maybe you might want to make posts when your blood alcohol level is a little bit lower.
When you think about it, it is a non-starter from the start. 6 million JW (lets be generous and say they all do the distributing) x 50 tracts = 300 million tracts. 6 Billion odd persons in the world. Hmmm. Hardly world coverage. In more understandable figures, there are 100 JW in my ex cong. 100 x 50 tracts = 5000 tracts. There are 60,000 in the town. That means 55,000 people won't get one (thankfully) I agree with other comments. It is designed to whip up excitement within the JW's themselves. I remember many moons ago when the first KN (that I remember) in the 70's was due out. We were told there was a special 'WORK' that would be performed. There was much excitement. One elder thought we would all be bused into a location en-masse, hit them with whatever it was going to be. Then we would move on to another location. The authorities would say 'we're not having this' and so start the persecution! How exciting we thought - until the KN arrived. Boo no bus rides. Then there was the mega limpy and embarrasing KN 'Will all people ever love one another'. How dissapointing was that. We expected at least a kick-arse one. Oh well. And now we have one that I think, and so do many others judging by this topic, that it is a disingenuous means to try and manufacture persecution, just like old Ratherafraud did. The pity of this is that it works for them and makes them feel at war and they feed off each other and the bunker effect kicks in and reality becomes distorted. They will walk down the streets expecting thunderbolts anytime soon and give each other knowing looks, feeling warm and cosy in their 'safe' new found reality. It wears off after a few days when they find nothing will have happened, the spell will break and it will be back to the treadmill of meetings and FM. Funny thing is, no-one will mention any of the feelings and thoughts they had had. It will be as though it had never happened - until the next time.
Yes uriah You got it right as always
As I go out into my meadow today and join up with all the beasties, I shall listen for the song of the winged creature while gathering autumn leaves. I love you guys!
Ummm, thanks for sharing this. Maybe you might want to make posts when your blood alcohol level is a little bit lower.
a bit of whimsy never hurt anyone ...
i was under the impression that the jdubs get persecuted 3 times a week not counting field service.
i completely understand the way you feel, coco ...my family went out too to distribute the tracts. it was more than a little painful to see them persecute themselves for nothing.
Dear and kind THEKINGS,
Your mention of a little whimsy never hurting anyone was spot on! Arthur's comment was a funny breath of fresh air that helped to lighten my momentarily burdened heart ( I don't imbibe [much], Arthur! ). I was thinking of Percy Bysshe Shelley's "To a Skylark" but waxed eloquent with my own little ditty about the winged creatures that I truly do listen for daily as I work in my meadow caring for real, flesh and blood beasties. It is incongruous, I suppose, for a Mediterranean to aspire to the heights of English poetry. Also, the loving and warmly-reassuring words of Fullofdoubtnow, Mouthy, Jgnat and others, provided the solace I needed. Surely, too, your kind words are comforting me.
As to your comment on understanding how I feel: to watch our loved-ones, whether related by flesh and blood or simply by the spirit, engage in a mis-directed, supposedly God-ordained noble deed, is excruciatingly difficult to bear. Comments as diverse as those from AuldSoul, Skally, and yes, Arthur, have become part of my spiritual arsenal, used to reason with those dear ones whose souls have become bound up with my own. I am getting through, but it's on the basis of universal and timeless principles of spirituality and unfettered love, that transcend the pettiness and cruelty of that religious system we have fled. Your reply, TheKings, has cheered me. Peace and love to you,
Yours truly,
CoCo
i also know what it's like to use literary terms and be given strange glances. i hope tell us more about your beasties. lol
As I go out into my meadow today and join up with all the beasties, I shall listen for the song of the winged creature while gathering autumn leaves. I love you guys!
Daaang you'd make a really hot hippie CC.
Do you do tofu?
don't eat meeeeee
Dear TheKings and Apostate Kate,
So very, very good to hear from you both! With gratitude and utmost humility, I thank you for responding. Went to college in the 60's and was not too far from Haight-Ashbury. Be sure and wear some flowers in your hair! Love Tofu but don't get it nearly often enough. Consider me reminded. Wish ewe could see our wee lambs in the spring. As an artist, forever needing inspiration and a new vision, my current occupation as a BCP (bovine care provider) has me ensconced in the most incredibly gorgeous verdure imaginable. And the strident call of the seabirds chills, yes thrills, this ever-thirsting and happy "husband" of the meadow. I must needs away. Please savor the opening words of Shelley's "To a Skylark":
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art...
Till another time, dear kindred spirits!
CoCo
...I knew you had to be a hippy....lovely discription, you painted a picture, I can smell the ocean..
Bovine care provider? Nice. I love lambs! We have a small animal sanctuary and promote veganism as a protest to factory farming.
We live in the Mojave Desert. I haven't written in a long time. Thank you for reminding me to get back to my roots.
Solitude-my bird poem
Passions tender hand unbound
Arms that see the tortured fear
raise a flask of nectar Dear
Unto my desert kiss
Vista’s broad and valley wide
many secrets still to hide
Ravens laughter I’ll abide
for now but not forever
Kate
Dear Kate,
What a lovely poem! You MUST get back to your writing roots and not let anything interfere. My strong advice to those I help is to NEVER throw away anything you create. Composers, for example, have premiered a piece that flopped, only to re-incorporate it into a hit. Of course, success or acceptance by others is only of relative importance. Create, create, create! (No reference to Cedar Point intended!) Tangential to the original thread, yours and other uplifting comments have elevated my spirits. Profuse and sincere thanks!
Creatively yours,
CoCo
