As I continue on, I?m going to spare yall a continued listing of more of my physical therapist?s words and actions at this point and only mention some more of them retrospectively as events begin to incorporate his words and actions into a fulfillment of sorts......and a beginning glimmer as to what they all meant.
Do I seem delusional? Sure, I do....and this isn?t the worst of it yet....it?s gonna seem more and more ridiculous.....but, bear with me patiently because, as yall?ll see at the finish, there were very good reasons behind all of it, the dreams, the visions, the transformations, the sightings....the sly seductiveness of the physical therapist, etc. And don?t mistakenly think you?ve figured out yet why these things were happening.....I didn?t for a lonnnnnnnng time.
December, 1991
My son and I went to Anaheim to visit Sister Spokesperson....as you?ll recall, she?d invited us to visit her during the Christmas Holidays when her hubby would be in Mexico visiting his family. When we arrived at her house, it wasn?t long before she had my son and her son scooting off to visit Disneyland, which would keep them busy and give us some privacy for a while.
As we were sitting at her kitchen table over coffee, we were discussing various thing, including the scriptures and past events in our lives....I think I mentioned the purple and gold bearded Irises outside my living room windows and how much more beautiful they were to me than even orchids or roses...and I laughed as I told her about my car accident and how the newspaper item about it had depicted me as a man and she told me about the time she and some other sisters had visited a public restroom in a park one time and since the women?s restroom had been too "busy", they were hesitantly considering using the men?s room which was empty. Just then a homeless man had come by and shouted at them, "Go ahead...you?re men, aren?t you?" And as our conversation drifted into a discussion of the scriptures that had ?spoken? to me after my 1988 dream/visions/transformations, I began to wonder out loud what they meant and how they would be fulfilled. She suggested to me that it might occur in the same manner in which he appeared to the apostles after his resurrection, in the forms of different men, speaking of things that I might not recognize until later as his words to me, so that I should watch for something like that, just in case........That?s when my thoughts centered on the physical therapist and I began to tell her about some of his words and actions. It began to become clear to both of us that it had been the resurrected Christ who had ministered physical therapy to me, but I wasn?t completely sure at the time.
While I was there, she invited the other anointed sisters over and led us all into her den where her TV and VCR were, reminding us that there was something interesting she wanted to show me. She inserted a video tape into her VCR and we all began to watch an animated cartoon story, entitled "Rose Petal Place"......Oh....I almost forgot...there WAS another anointed sister among us......an older sister who was very shy and quiet. I had almost forgotten about her because the others were so openly chatty and friendly.....that made a total of five of us in all.....which happened to be the exact number of "flower people" that were in the toon, excluding the main character, Rose Petal, herself. Just a brief synopsis here... The story itself began with Rose Petal having to go away (moving, I think) and leaving behind her garden over which she wept. And in the garden there was an evil spider called Nastina, with her butt-kissing assistant, Horace Fly. Nastina lived in a dark, forboding tower named Tin-Can Castle and Nastina wanted to get rid of Rose Petal and put herself in Rose Petal?s place and rule the garden which would result in its death. And during the story, Nastina invited Rose Petal to Tin Can Castle on a ruse that Nastina was wanting to compromise. While Rose Petal was there, Nastina gave her a red, bubbly concoction to drink which took away Rose Petal?s voice and paralyzed her. Then Nastina threw her into the tower and locked Rose Petal up. And the flower people come to Rose Petal?s rescue and give the boot to Nastina and Horace Fly in the end. I?m gonna spare yall the toony details here.
All of us there realized that the toon seemed to be a parody of the WTS and Rutherford attempting to usurp the position of the Christ and take over as the only "channel" or mediator between Jehovah and mankind. There were the same number of "flower people" as there were of us. And each character appeared to personify one of us, with matching characteristics. Sister Spokesperson was "Daffodil" who ran the Flower Boutique. Both were tall and Sister Spokesperson had been busy getting us all together and arranging for us to see this interesting parody, which would fuel our desire to "take on" the WTS via letters. Iris, of course, was myself. She was depicted as having a "Fro" hairdo, but then I?d been determined to be a trouble-maker, a black sheep in the congregations anyway. While several of us had already written letters to the Governing Body calling their hand on some of their doctrines which were unscriptural, Iris was the one who wore a purse on her hip throughout the story. I didn?t realize the significance at the time, but I would later. Remember the scripture about the man with the writer?s inkhorn?
At any rate, when our visit was over and I returned to my bungalow, we had all determined that we were going to get together and launch a combined effort via letter-writing in order to attempt to turn the WTS around from their stranglehold over their members via their doctrines and the WTS? usurping of Christ?s position as a pseudo "bride class". Boy! Did we have our heads up our butts, or what?
Did yall ever notice how the story of the Little Mermaid also involved a wicked Sea Witch that bargained away the Little Mermaid?s voice, so the Witch could impersonate someone who would become the Prince?s bride? She almost got away with it, too. Strange, eh?
At home, while I was perusing the scriptures, I was once again overwhelmed by certain scriptures nearly leaping from the page at me, admonishing me, "do not take the army of Isreal with you, but you yourself go".....I took it to mean that I was to take them on myself via letter-writing. When I called Sister Spokesperson, she got back with me later and let me know that she and the others were not happy with that, because they all wanted to be in on it. They didn?t realize they were already a major catalyst in this venture, because before meeting with them, I hadn?t a clue as to what could be done, if anything, about the WTS, although I did feel that the three letters I?d written back and forth with the WTS the previous Autumn seemed to be somewhat of a fulfillment of the scriptures about the King of the North and the King of the South "engaging in a pushing".....
On December 30, 1991, I knew somehow that time was growing very short and that I needed to begin my letter writing campaign. So I sat down and began a letter to the Governing Body, detailing their unscriptural doctrines and calling them every bad name in the bible, including white-washed graves like Jesus had called the religious leaders of his day, because of their lack of love and usurping of the position of Christ as the only mediator between Jehovah and man. I finished it on December 31, and mailed it on that date. Now, I?m a fly-by-the-seat-of-the pants sort of person so I hadn?t known exactly what I would write when I began the letter....I had just sat down with a pen and a blank legal pad and began.....and I realized when I?d finished that it would certainly cause my disfellowshipping. So be it, I thought. I hadn?t really wanted to leave the WTS members behind because I loved many of those I knew by then and felt a great concern for their futures under WTS dominion. And I felt that it was right that the Gov. Body df me rather than for me to DA myself, thus indicating a turning of my back on all the members, as well......because df?ing signified a "cutting off" or "killing" of myself....just as the Pharisees had initiated the crucifixion against Jesus. Some time later, but before my df'ing, I would discover also that the letter I wrote and mailed December 31, 1991 was exactly "one thousand two hundred and sixty days after the July 10-19, 1988 letter I'd written to the GB documenting those first two dream/visions and transformations.
The morning of January 1, 1992, I was standing in my kitchen fixing breakfast when my thoughts began to stray to all the experiences I?d had....I thought of my dream/visions and transformations, the congregation surprisingly standing to sing "The Shulammite Maiden" as we?d taken our seats the night of the day I?d sent off the written description of them to the Gov. Body, the letters I?d written the previous Autumn to the GB, meeting him "face to face" and not realizing it until later, all the things he?d told me....the anecdotal details of his life I realized were parable-like and thru them he had been providing info for me for the future and was revealing his feelings for me through them also.....when he had spoken of his indescribable love for his 3 yr old"daughter", he?d really been speaking of his love for me, because the letter documenting the dream/visions and transformations had been written and sent off approximately 3 ½ yrs before, making me his "daughter" in word. And it suddenly dawned on me like a huge lightbulb coming on.....I had been chosen as the bride. I knew it suddenly, like you know who you are when your feet hit the floor each morning....and I wept from joy over this revelation. It?s alright.....go ahead and snicker if you like....I don?t mind, because I know now why I was being misled to believe all these things.....and you will too, if you continue reading these installments.
Many things occurred between the time I wrote and mailed the 12/31/91 letter to the GB and my df?ing on February 16, 1992, six weeks later.....(didn?t take ?em long, did it?) For a while, I kept in contact with the other anointed sisters, trying to keep them apprised of what was transpiring regarding the letter and spiritual occurrences that were continuing to occur, but they grew cooler in their responses and became frightened of having any more contact with me eventually.
I had another dream/vision and in it there was a tiny black man hiding behind a grate or vent in a building, but he would come out at night to put on his "shoes" which he left outside. The shoes were much to big for him and he was wearing them to disguise his real appearance, making himself look bigger than he really was. I "blew the whistle" on him and the police came and arrested him, putting him in the back of a police car. Sister Spokesperson (Daffodil) was there with me. I didn?t realize what this meant at the time, but took note of it to remember.
The first time I went to the physical therapy office to "pick up copies of some of my records", I was standing at the reception window and craning my head around trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of my therapist. I did spot a partial view of him through the doorway in the next office with his back to me and I?ll betcha I was straining so hard to lean forward enough to see more that they probably thought I was going to come through the reception window. And I noticed that everyone in the office and in the next room, which was a large therapy room full of tables and equipment where many of the patients were treated in a common area....well....simply everyone who worked there was smiling.....and their smiles were so bright that their teeth were literally sparkling.....yes, literally......and I realized they were some of the other resurrected ones....his "crew" so to speak. I didn?t question why they were all here providing therapy and what it meant, at the time.
On another visit to the therapy office to "get copies", it was around lunchtime and the reception area was deserted.....evidently they closed down at lunch time....and a postal clerk delivered the mail while I was there....I decided to sit down and wait till they returned.....and I heard my therapist in the next room having a meeting with his staff.....One thing I remember distinctly that he said to them was, "We?ve got to nail them down!"
And he would come to me at home....in spirit form, so that I couldn?t actually see him, but I knew he was there, because I sensed his presence.....He?d catch me just as I would be awakening from sleep, whether in the morning or from a nap and kiss me firmly on the lips.....I could definitely feel it....there was nothing sexual or lustful about the kiss, just a very firm planting of his lips on mine. "May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth".....?
Around the beginning of January, there was also a little store on the corner of the Avenue to which my street was adjacent....it changed ownership, because some Lebanese guys took it over. At first it was closed, due to their renovations.....and one day two of the men from the store came knocking on my door asking if I would let them hook up to my water supply so they could clean the store, since their water wasn?t on at the time. The one who?d knocked on my door was the one speaking to me and he was quite a bit older than the other man, who stood shyly in the background and smiled sweetly at me. I agreed.
When the store opened soon, I went there and found all sorts of wonderful things that positively delighted me. There was coffee like I had had in Cyprus, a red, rose-flavored drink mix called "squash" that I could purchase, tiny pots for heating the water for the coffee, delicate little demitasse cups for the coffee, baklava and various other wonderful things that I hadn?t seen since we?d lived in Nicosia, Cyprus back in 1965-66.... "His appearance is like Lebanon, choice like the cedars."
The store also carried a large box of those candy-coated almonds in pastel colors on the front counter. I love ?em and I always purchased some when I went there. But when my son would go to the store for me, he always brought me back a bag of all white ones....(white pebbles?)
In another dream/vision I had....I was standing in front of a big yellow bus....and the driver was my "therapist"....he appeared to be collecting tickets (white pebbles) from those boarding the bus and he was letting me know that HE was the one driving the bus, not me.
Early on in January, one very cloudy day as I sat reading from the scriptures, I thought I heard someone calling my name.....but the voice was so small and sounded so far away, I wasn?t sure I?d heard anything at all......as I continued reading, I "almost" heard that voice calling my name from far away again.....so I went to the front door, opened it and looked out.....I didn?t see anyone....but as I glanced up at the heavy grey cloud cover, I noticed two streaks of brilliantly gleaming light like two side-by-side jet trails, only they were piercingly bright like streaks of sun in the clouds. That was strange.....I looked at them for a minute, then went back inside to continue reading......in just a few minutes, I "heard" the voice again......but realized I had not heard the voice with my physical ears.....I returned to the front door, opening it and looked up to see the clouds had parted above the front of my house.....I saw a gigantic animated figure made entirely of clouds.....riding in a chariot.....he was dressed in robes which flowed down partially covering the chariot wheels.....there were reins in his left hand.....and he was smiling at me and waving with his right hand.....His face resembled my therapist?s somewhat, but he really looked more like Santa Claus.....I recognized that it had to be Jehovah.....he was letting me know that he was happy with me and that he was "there" for me. I was so thrilled, I cried and told him how much I loved him and his son and how happy I was to see that he was there for me.
Mid-January, I had to go to the DMV to get my driver?s license renewed.....As I stood there in line, I noticed the doc who?d treated me so reprehensibly in his office, standing in line ahead of me. He was talking on a cell phone, I guess to his stockbroker....buying stock in..... "Golden Books." (Were they ALL in on this together?) He slyly glanced at me out of the corners of his eyes, but didn?t speak to me....and I SURE didn?t speak to him.
I had given a copy of the letter I wrote to the GB to the Lake Hodges BOE and the first part of February, after they?d heard from the GB, ordering that I be disfellowshipped, naturally they paid me a visit. During their visit, the PO totally lambasted me, using scriptural reference to the "stones for stumbling beneath the water, at the love feasts" in reference to my (to them) 180 degree turn....I?m not good with confrontations so I didn?t say a whole lot, but waited till they left and wrote them a letter, pointing out to them, among other things, that if they had read a little further in regard to those "stones for stumbling" scriptures, they would have discovered that it referred to "shepherds" in the congregation and not me, a woman. I also told them that the army in Revelation coming with long hair like women, actually ARE women, since men don?t wear long hair.....letting them know they?d better beware, because it was beginning. (I had very often been hearing a song on the radio, "This is It", which seemed to reinforce what I was now telling them.....and the words said something like... "make no mistake where you are....the waiting is over....")
On February 16, 1992, my son, though he had told the elders he was in agreement with me over the df?ing issues, didn?t want to go to the meeting that night wherein I would be df?d.....I went alone....sitting front and center on the second row....also alone, because the row was empty besides myself......and before the meeting began, as I looked around the KH where NO one was speaking to me, I noticed that most of the elders looked grey-faced and nervous, kinda uncomfortable. They didn?t announce my df?ing until right at the end of the meeting that night, but one brother...when he gave his talk, spoke of the Isrealite having to go into the wilderness and emphasized that anyone who found themselves out in the "world" isolated from the rest should please be careful to keep spiritually clean. Do yall think he was directing this message to me? I did. And the little elder that had to announce my df?ing was very nervous and red-faced, embarrassed as he made the announcement.
I?m running out of room here so I?m going to close and tell yall about what happened AFTER my df?ing, beginning in the 7 th Installment.....Things DO get curiouser and curiouser as we go.....
Frannie B