I'm talking about the JW dream of visiting Mecca Bethel! I had heard the stories of "the friends" who came back from Bethel ("ascended the mountain") and they came back with their faces beaming. It was SO GREAT, that they could talk almost endlessly about it and the entire experience seemed to be so "spiritual". Everyone it seemed got to see "super secret" stuff that no one else got to see, because they knew that special someone that snuck them in to the inner sanctum.
Well I saved (while reg.pio) and drove (about 1300 miles) the family out to "ascend the mountain"- I was SO STOKED! Finally. And on top of that the bro that studied with me and his wife were at "the Farm". We arranged to see them and have a meal or two and do the whole "Bethel" experience.
When we got there our friends didn't spend hardly any time with us. We didn't get to eat ANY meals with "the family". Our tour didn't include any "secret stuff". No one wanted to hang with us and show us around. I had blisters on my feet from carrying kids on my shoulders. We were lost much of the time (given poor directions). We saw the Stanley(what was all the hype?) Wallkill, Patterson (then still partially under construction) and finally the holiest of holies Brooklyn! Again nothing. We went to see a "hotel" (Bosert?) and no one would give us the time of day. That's when I "lost it" and I started raising my voice in the lobby with my family of how much this SUCKED. It was getting late. Some scruffy looking college age kid in a camoflauged jacket sees us and inquires as to our sitch. Turns out he is a bro and a Bethelite (works in the kitchen). It's after 8:00pm. He takes us up to his room and says he doesn't have anything going so he'll show us around. When he hears our story he takes us to the kitchen (in a basement and dark) and pulls an old pizza out of the oven for us and we share it and he talks to us about him and his brothers "stint" at Bethel. Very depressing story and he is not happy. And his family is struggling financially back home ta boot. Then he takes us on a midnight subway ride to the Twin Towers, we go up to the top do the tourist thing and go back to drop him off. Than we abandon "ascending the mountain" and decide to just check out NYC and the countryside (it was peak fall color time and BEAUTIFUL). We went for a hayride and picked pumpkins ate clam chowder etc.
The people we were staying with in Newburg were in the middle of a family crisis (reg pio's with a teen son "going off the deep end", the Pendergraphs I believe was their name). Great people but hurting.
Anyway on the drive home I was so drained and disappointed. This was a Dub version of the movie "Vacation"- I swear.Fast forward to to 2000...
Back in Cali, Co visit and we're "priveleged" with feeding the "clergy" bastard and he wants to know if we've ever been to Bethel. I tell the story and he is appalled that I would paint such an untrue picture of "ascending the mountain". I'm counseled for being negative. I smiled and thought, you F'n bastard. You want me to lie and perpetuate the urban legend of "ascending the mountain". No way.
My next vacation was hedonistic- Cozumel, dive/sex, dive/sex, dive/sex, drink/sex, dive/sex, lobster dinner on the beach at sunset/sex/sex- God that was a great vacation.
Never Again a slave to men (I'm a poet and didn't know it) lol
u/d (please share any similar exp.)