I was in graphotype at the Farm which was the 1st stop on the tour and the first site
of real Bethelites at work for brothers and sisters from all over the world.
I worked at the last graphotyps in the room, so there was plenty of room behind me
for tours to stop. It was my favorite thing about being at Bethel. It was a blast
stopping and talking to people about what I was doing (real exciting stuff, typing
addresses), but sometimes they would be from far away places that seemed exotic
to me and to most of the tour bros. It was great. I am in probaby a 1000 slide shows
titled "Our trip to Watchtower Farms"
I had several friends who had cars so I always had transportation. Which at the farm
was definitely needed. But even if you got stuck on the weekend, wow, what a beautiful
place to be. Great place for walking around, finding a quiet spot and sleeping. I
also became quite a table tennis whiz while there.
My congregation was fantastic. Pt. Jervis New York. It was a beautiful drive there,
but long, which meant Tues and Thurs nights were late late to bed. I never drove so
I got to snooze in the back seat. Sometimes cuddled up nicely between two handsome
guys. Heaven.
There were 10 of us in our congo. But only 6 of us were young single brothers, so
we got lots of attention. One sister fell for me, but alas, I was in love with one
of the Bethelites I rode to meetings with. Which is what got me kicked out.
All those lovely strolls through the shower room on the way home from work. Well
there were actually more frustrating than anything else since while I was at Bethel
I strived to stop um er pleasuring myself.
The Bethel Bureaucracy at the Farm was insane. The rules and regulations were tiring.
If this was a taste of the new system. Yikes! I became extremely disillusioned as
the brotherhood image quickly became an image of a company trying to save money and
squeeze every penny of work out of the workers.
For several weeks, subscription counts were though and so I had to work on the plumbing
crew. Fabulous! I got to work with a broken jackhammer, breaking up concrete in an
old cow barn. It was hard work, but the crew was filled with totally hot guys. Not
to bad a trade off.
After Bethel, I pioneered for another year or so. I completed a total of 2 years of
full time service. Amazing that it was the deep studying I did to prepare for my
Bible studies that raised so many questions that I lost my faith. With no faith
I saw no need to remain celibate anymore. It took another 10 years for me to actually
make human contact, but I had a blast partying and finding myself during those 10
years from age 20 to 30.
Wow. So many memories come out of that 2 year period. I could write a book.