Alias,
Thank you for such an honest post, and follow-up responses.
We are all so different, so individual. Our cognition from birth has shaped us and formed us. But we each have a soul, and we have to find that soul within ourselves and work along with it to attain true spiritual connections. I will attempt to give you a few clues as to how I found my own way.
By the time I was df'd at age 21, I got a sudden taste of the "wrath of God", but actually, it felt more like "the wrath of man". I thought that if god truly knew me and loved me, then he would understand my heart and know that I was a good person, struggling to find my way. I felt the JW god had disowned me and disappointed me. I suddenly felt like I didn't really know this God, Jehovah, at all. I felt not only lost from an "organization, family and friends", but also, I felt totally abandoned by the god of JW's. I felt like I had no one in the heavens to help me. I felt unworthy, and so I stopped praying.
Yet, in my heart, I always felt that JW's were wrong in a lot of their ideas and teachings. I hated the great control they had over my entire life. I felt trapped and so miserably unhappy and emotionally ill when I was df'd. I thought seriously of just opting out......but, my deep inner voice, my soul was speaking to me even then, and I just didn't understand. I was so busy feeling sorry for myself, that I didn't let go of trying to control everything.
I started out by "retraining" my implanted cognitions. I just put down on a piece of paper how I felt about certain things regarding myself. How I saw myself in the mirror of my own existence. There were things about myself that I needed to change, and I tried to set out on a course to do just that. I was in a marriage with a man who "said" he loved me, but didn't do things that proved that he really did love me. And, yet, for some reason, "I perceived that I deserved to be treated this way". (sort of like how I imagined god) And, then, going back to early childhood, having a parent that never once said the words "I love you", never bonded with me, never had father daughter conversations with me or took an interest in my life. Oh, I'm not saying he hated me, but the way he was brought up, girls were nothing. Even his own children...All I'd had was my mother, and now she wouldn't even talk to me. So, after I married and had a child, I digressed, and returned. But it was not for religion, it was so I could once again have my mother in my life, and my friends.
I tried to live this lie for another ten years. I endured so much verbal abuse from my husband, and because I had no grounds for divorce according to JW's, it was not an option. I lived in fear of my life, but I felt I had no choices. I was the one working to support the family. That old familiar perception, "that I perceived I wasn't worthy" had me down. I was trying to fix everything and keep it all together, and one night, as I lay in bed next to my drunken husband, long passed out--I just stared at the ceiling, and I prayed outloud. I just said that if there was anyone in the universe who was supposed to look after me, then I needed them, I needed an answer, I needed to be free from all this anquish that had become daily life. I began to let go of the control I felt I'd had to maintain. I remember feeling a great release after that pleading. A great calm came over me, and without a doubt, or a second thought, I knew that the borg and I were going to finally part ways. I knew the cost, but I would pay the price. I was getting off this merrygoround,and I was going to survive.
Suddenly, I got an inner surge of emotional strength and determination. First I would tell my mother that I wasn't going to any more meetings and that she should stop calling me to find out why I wasn't attending. That I wasn't going to listen to any more negative. I was only going to think and do positive things. Second, I told my husband that I was no longer going to be associated with JW's. I told him that I wanted very much for our marriage to work out, but that I needed him to work on it too. I took some of that "heavy responsibility" off my shoulders and placed them on his. He didn't like it. We didn't make it. I tried. He didn't.
I went to the library and got the Ray Franz book, the book we were warned never to even "touch". I read it and got strength. I threw out all my literature except for one Bible my dad had given me. He had written the words: To my daughter, with "love", dad.....so I had to save that one. (He had begun to take an interest out of guilt for my mother's sake) Funny, he was finally "coming in", and I was finally going out. He didn't understand, no one did. They accused me of all sorts of ugly things, none of which were true. They felt that I must have done something terrible in order to want to leave. Even my husband accused me of adultery. He didn't understand me at all. (He knew that my being a JW kept me as his wife, because of the sub-surviant way woman were taught to be.)
For once, I simply didn't care what anybody else thought or said. I knew in my heart, and I forged ahead. I thought that I had it together when I went to another State and I relaxed. Well, I really needed much more work on myself, but I was tired and so I kind of slowed down a bit. Then, my first husband committed suicide, and down I went again, hard. I was trying to raise my child, had a new job and a new life, and bam. Was it ever going to end. Was I ever going to be able to find joy and happiness in this life. Was it even possible....
You can only keep things inside for so long, and then it really begins to affect ones health. Basically, I began having digestive problems, which ended up as ten stomach ulcers. Menopause began to set in, and I was spiraling out of control. I was trying to live this secret life, and kept putting my problems on the back burner. My second husband kept me from total madness, but I was changing, and quite frankly, I saw that it wasn't good. I had again allowed myself to move quietly into another place where I was being down trodden. I woke up one day and said, enough of this. I decided that if my parents weren't going to speak to me or associate with me, than I wasn't going to keep writing them my dutiful daughter letters and cards, without ever once receiving a reply. (And mind you, I had not been df'd or da'd by any official means, yet I was treated that way.)
I decided I was sick of myself. I didn't like myself and what I had become. I took responsiblity and stopped blaming every one else. No more door-mat. I decided that I was worth something and that I was going to re-invent me. And, so I did. I found that I was a good person and worthwhile. I decided that perhaps JW's were absolutely wrong and so that guilt was lifted. I'd carried it for a very long time, even though I was long gone. I had not actually faced the enemy.
So, I got my bible out, and decided that the NWT was NOT the place I wanted to start. So, then I really began to research Bibles. Wow, that was an eye-opener. I decided that because so much valuable information was being kept out of translations, that we were being duped, all of us, by all religions. We were a vast world, held at bay by misinformation, inconsistencies. The more I uncovered, the more I found. It still continues. I question everything. I take nothing for granted. I thrive for truth and seek it out.
This escalated by reading all types of self-help and self-analyism information. Then, by digging into religious dogma again. And it's all dogma. We are steeped and strangeled in it. And what must our creator(s) think of this world. This world that has twisted and mishaped facts into fables and fabrication to control masses of people.
It was a much slower process until lI got my computer two years ago. There is just such a wealth of information and references, which saves so much time. There are so many books that even the regular libaries in this area will not carry. So, I find them and buy them--there are ways. I get them used most of the time. Right now I am reading a modern translation of the bible just as a history book, and I'm reading the Koran, just to be educated, and I am also reading other books about this world and the history of mankind.
We all deserve to find this out for ourselves. There is no class in college that can teach you these things. It is arduous and tedious, but I have found that if one just simply "asks", in a pleading to the higher powers, the help does comes. The answers come. Perhaps we've just been praying wrong or asking wrong, or perhaps the time was never right in the past for me. All I can say is that the "truth" is within reach. It is not a person, or a place. It has to do with learning about yourself, and your soul, and making a connection.
And here is the real clencher for all of us. We are right now, where we are meant to be. We had to go through the things we did in life in order to experience them. And, we have learned from them. We have learned from them, because we are still here. We are still alive and kicking. We want truth and knowledge, and most of all understanding, we are going to go out and get it. It's just waiting for us. But, we have to do it. No one else can give it to us. When you "let go" of control, and accept your place here, and learn to love yourself, then you will be prepared to love others. In loving others, you will find your way, because your heart will heal, and your mind will grasp the understanding that comes with earnest effort. Remember, our Father/Mother of the Universe has never left us. Our soul is on it's journey, and we are part of that journey. Asking is the first step for receiving. There's no special way, just from the heart. We are children of the universe, and we have not been forgotten.
Full speed ahead, and no turning back! You are making your own life!
There is no time table for experience. There is no direct quick answer. But, the most important person in this world is YOU. Get to know yourself. Learn to love and accept yourself. Out of that journey comes a wellspring of such peace and inner joy, that is not fleeting, but is lasting. It affects everything that you do and say. You aren't alone. You never were. Our creator(s), our Father/Mother of the universe has always been with us, but we were just to overwhelmed by living our lives to be able to "see" it, and to "understand" it.
Love and Light,
Karen/Sentinel