Posts by Bryan

i just took nathan natas chart for numbers of memorial partakers since 1935.. i worked out that on average 823 new partakers have been added every year since 1936, whilst on average 716 have been dying each year.. what is especially interesting, is that when the total of new partaker numbers almost exactly matches that given in w96 15/8 p31 for 1935, is in the year 1995 - they year they began to deliberately create the fog around the "generation" teaching.

(i used actual figures, not averages here).

i am now convinced that they have been paving the way for the feb 15 noolite since then.. i disregarded the figure for 1935 itself, since the witchtower gives two figures for partakers -.

Bryan

Damn-it HB. You don't post serious numbers on New Year Eve!

I'll try to read it again yomorrow

Best,

Bryan

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Help! Stuck in a time warp!!!!!!!!!!!!!

by Bryan in

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all my family and friends from mountain time to the east coast are in 2008!

i'm stuck here in washington state in 2007!!!!.

i have 58 minutes to go!

Bryan

All my family and friends from Mountain time to the East coast are in 2008! I'm stuck here in Washington State in 2007!!!!

Help! I have 58 minutes to go! Did I say I'm Drinking?!

Bryan

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..Rock`n on the Mountain!!..

by OUTLAW in

..happy new year jwd!

!.........the music is cranked!....and ..the satelite dish is bringing in some of the best music on the planet!........jeff healy was just on......that man can play a guitar!!........

"the band"is on now..and..levon helm is working his magic............jwd!

Bryan

Bolero! Live From The Lincoln Center!

Bryan

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I wish the nightmares would stop.

by Micky4321 in

do any of you have nightmares as a result of the jw religion.

i haven't been to any meetings in 17 years but i have nightmares a couple times a month about the whole thing.

in my dreams the scenario will be i am at an assembly or a meeting against my will and everyone is ignoring me and some are glaring at me and i am trying to leave but for some reason i can't get out of the building.

Bryan

Micky,

The last post, mine, is my literary interpretation of a dream I have had for decades. It involves being surrounded by demonds and stcuk in sleep paralasis. As Witnesses we are taught that if you shout God's name, you will be saved. I had a girlfriend watch me through the entire thing. She said I kept wispering "Jah". That's all I could get out because of the sleep paralasis. I finally woke up, as I always do, screaming "Jehovah". My heart is racing and I'm soaking wet.

Bryan

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So I did the unthinkable

by veen in

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i decided enough was enough and had a no holds barred conversation with a room of around a dozen 'believers'.

a number of things had been troubling me all night, but the final straw was when my brother-in-law said 'isn't it funny how the acronym std can stand for both, sexually transmitted disease and satan the devil.'.

i couldn't stand the frustration anymore so i pointed out how irrelevant that fact was, and how if we spoke a different language the same conclusion could probably not be made.

Bryan

I smell a sheparding call coming your way very soon...

Bryan

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Time for Jokes.....Tell Us Your Favorite JW Joke!

by new boy in

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i like rodney dangerfielsd's .

"so i hear a knock at the door.

i open the door and there are two jehovah's witness, they look at me and both say 'they are not interested' ....i get no respect.. and .

Bryan

Did you know Nebukenezar was a drug addict?

He was hooked on grass for 7 years.

Bryan

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I wish the nightmares would stop.

by Micky4321 in

do any of you have nightmares as a result of the jw religion.

i haven't been to any meetings in 17 years but i have nightmares a couple times a month about the whole thing.

in my dreams the scenario will be i am at an assembly or a meeting against my will and everyone is ignoring me and some are glaring at me and i am trying to leave but for some reason i can't get out of the building.

Bryan

http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/7/116825/1.ashx

CHILD OF THE MIGHTY TOWER

I’m unaware of my legs and my arms are as clusters of suspension wires steadying the Golden Gate. As my mind screams in fear, begging me to escape even with only half a life, I feel the lone drop of sweat cascade under my shirt down my side to my belt. Another, then another, wet, hot sweat, running, pouring, pooling at my belt. The odor of damp leather seeps through my nostrils as only my eyes manage to dart through the black, stagnant air.

When the doctor grasped my bloody head and heaved me from my mother’s belly I cried out as a child of the mighty Tower. Sacrificed unto the mysticism of the Truth, carrying the whole armor of God, I took the battle to the dark side of all that is and all that ever was.

Even though, silent and not seen, I sense each and every… three? No, two at the back. Five! Yes Five! Two at my back! I cannot breath. God give me air to speak, at the very least Your name! They come closer and closer in this musty, dark, old house. Why is my Grandfather’s house filled with these retched, evil fornicators of Beelzebub? And why me, now, here?! Where is my Sword Of The Spirit?! Where is my Shield Of Faith?! Though, even if at my very feet, not a single hair of my body can I sway. My heart will sooner leap from my chest, than my arms reach even to awake myself.

I have protection! I cannot die as this! Protection my God!
“Ja!”
Years long, my training has been. When I wake, when I eat, when I sleep. I am a trained soldier of the Almighty, yet I cannot even move a finger. Shout for help! Yes! Shout! Help!
“Jah!”
Why do they always come like this? A thief in my night! I will certainly die of fear before they even lay a single sickle to my throat. Though, I know it is not my head they wish, but my very soul. For, to them, my soul is worth more than seventy-seven virgins. For I am a child of the mighty Tower.
“Jah!”
A believer of the Truth for which I will gladly die! I am as the deadliest of poisons to Mephistopheles and his debauched, acerbic Demons, which now control the very air I breathe.
“Jah!”
If only His name I could proclaim. The sweat, dripping, pouring - my body so sodden. My brackish lips quiver. Begging to part and scream…
“!JEHOVAH!”
Springing at the hips I soar forward. My eyes, frantically, shoot through the darkness. Breath! Breath! My ears reach out to catch any sound. Only the pounding of my heart reverberates in the room as my eyes flit. I don’t feel! They’re gone?
“Oh my god.”
I collapse to my bed as the sheet caresses my face, sopping the sweat. It’s over. Everything sticks to me as my heart lightens its pace. Thank god it’s over.
Why do they keep coming? I must, surely, be a wicked man. If only they would stop.

This is my reoccurring dream. I’ve had it for decades beginning in my late teens. I am forty-two years old and I have just learned that my step-sister also has experienced this exact same dream. Again and again.

Is this your dream, too?

Bryan

Have You Seen My Mother