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Ours is starting to come out his cage more and more. He was so funny today! They boys were playing Xbox and he came and landed on the cord that was stretched out! He rapelled up the thing all the way up to the entertainment center. Cracked me up

Take care

bw

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I Adopted A Pet From The Humane Society

by RAYZORBLADE in

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yessiree...i had an afternoon off last friday.

so i decided to venture down to the toronto humane society.

i was so surprised at the variety of animals: dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, ferrets, rats, mice and birds.

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Awww! Congratulations :) I just got a parakeet tooooo. I'm in love with the little guy. They are so grigarious and funny. The boys named him Nicky. He's a blue one, and is full of personality. Did you know they can live to be 18 years old?? I was suprised to learn that. I also learned from one site on the web that you should NOT get grit covers for the perches cause it can really chew up their poor little feet. It's a great site! here's the link: http://www.lisashea.com/petinfo/articles/bird_caring.html

Well take care and enjoy your new companion!

bw

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Another pure language post

by Dawn in

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if you go to purelanguage.net you can read the forums - you just can't post - here's a lovely new topic posted in the study hall............... "today while reading an article i just had to stop to thank jehovah for all of the spiritual food he provides....and thank him so very much for the slave class that loves us, works so diligently to fulfill their assignment given to them by our lord and feeds us sooooo can't find the word............".

let me finish......and feeds us.....................crap

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Aren't the posts there mind boggling in their inanity?? I was particulary disturbed by the following: It was posted by a KeysDan. I just get all tingly all over when I read the part where they loot the worldly dead people and steal their silver and motor homes, and laugh wickedly as they toss the "no soliciter" signs into a roaring fire. HOW STINKING TWISTED IS THIS CRAP??? sorry for hollering.

http://www.purelanguage.net/forums/showthread.php?s=250b2aab52b0a67b20be737bf2d48e0b&threadid=6994

This is just a fictional story:

"It's over!" Don said, "it's over!" "We're alive!" I said, "we're alive!" He grabbed me and hugged me and we danced in circles at the same time. Don was one of our older elders. "I've never felt so alive" he said. Everybody was doing the same thing, hugging and dancing in circles. "Did you ever think Armageddon was going to be like that?" my good friend, Tanny, said with tears streaming down her face. "Awesome" I tried to say, choking on the lump in my throat, "Just awesome". "Just look at that sun", she said, looking up and shielding her eyes somewhat with her palm. "It's back to normal. Isn't it wonderful?" she added.

There were now about 35 from our congregation there in the Kingdom Hall parking lot. Every one was running around grabbing each other and hugging and jumping and laughing and crying and shouting. Some would throw their hands up in the air and look up and say, "Oh thank you, Jehovah, thank you, thank you". Others would drop on their knees, clasp their hands in front of their face and sit there on the hard ground with their eyes tightly squeezed shut, in heart-felt prayer. Some were squeezing their children again and again. The brothers from the Spanish congregation were there too. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was evident that this day for them was everything that it was for us.

We had been doing this for hours. "Look, another car!" someone said. We all stopped and stared in silence like we did every time. I couldn't hear anything but my heart pounding. We watched. It was a late model Ford. It looked in pretty good shape compared to a lot of them. Everybody had parked in the street this way and that way. Some left the doors open and just ran. "Who is it?" Tammy, my wife, said, as she tugged on my arm. "Jerry and Kay", all of us shouted at once. "It's Jerry and Kay". They came running into the parking lot with this whole crowd of people running at them. And the hugging and dancing and laughing and crying started all over again.

This same thing happened over and over. All day long. But, those who came that day were the ones who always came. We kept looking in anticipation as to who we would see next. But they were the ones we would always see at every meeting. "Isn't this something?", One sister, Cindy, said to me. "Is that all you can say?" I quipped back at her, "Well, isn't it?" she said as she grabbed both of my arms just above the elbows and stared into my eyes with a pristine expression. "Yes it is, it sure is something", I said with a loud laugh. "And those birds", I added, "Just listen to those birds! Have you ever seen so many birds?" We all hugged again.

Jerry was a soft spoken brother who was always thinking ahead. He came up to me and said with sparkling eyes, "What does the inside of the Hall look like? It is sure nice to see it not boarded up any more. Do you think we should start cleaning it?". We thought we would get inside eventually and sit down. We thought maybe we would have some kind of meeting and talk about what we were going to do next. But we didn't. Not that day we didn't.

About noon we realized that we were getting hungry. The elders appointed groups to go out and find supplies. The sisters thought it would be real fun to go shopping, but it was mostly brothers who went. After a while they started coming back. Two brothers returned with huge motor homes and one with a big travel trailer and a generator. One group brought china and silverware. A lot of it was real fine china, and even some real silver. One group brought tables, and the rest brought food and drink. We had lots of food, all kinds of stuff. One brother, Patrick, came driving in the parking lot in a police car with the lights and siren going. He had it stuffed with cases of wine and coffee. And in the trunk was a large espresso coffee machine.

Every one pitched in with food preparation and soon dinner was ready. Parl, our presiding overseer led us in a long prayer and we began to eat. We thought we could maybe start to settle down a little, but we weren't prepared for what happened next.

"I think I'm too excited to eat" I said to Bob, one of our elders, as we stood looking at each other with our plates in our hands. "I know what you mean," he said, looking down at his food and licking his lips, "I am never 'too anything' to eat, but I'm real close". I had my back to the street. Bob was looking over my shoulder. I saw his mouth drop open. His eyes popped out and he dropped his plate and just stood there. I turned around and there, coming into the lot, was Brother Brody, the brother that had helped more people into the truth than anyone I know, and from his wheelchair at that.

Now, he didn't drive to the kingdom Hall. He didn't walk. He didn't run either. He was skipping! Like a little kid, he was skipping and chuckling. He had a smile so big I thought the corners of his mouth were going to get caught on his ears. The sisters shrieked and shrieked with excitement. The brothers mostly stood there laughing and wagging their heads, and pointing. I think a lot of tears were dripping into a lot of food about then.

Towards the end of the day a brother came from the next congregation to ours. He brought a 2-way radio and we talked to four different congregations that first day and we made plans to meet the next day at the assembly Hall. We heard that one brother had contacted Patterson by ham radio but nobody knew any more than that.

That night we built a campfire right there in the parking lot. I was standing there by the crackling fire watching the shadows and the fire light dancing on all the smiling faces. Jerry turned to me and said thoughtfully, "What are you thinking about, my brother?". "Life" I said, "Life just seems so delicious!". We played kingdom songs on the stereos in the motor homes with speakers outside and we all sang song after song and each stood up and told his story of how Jehovah had saved them. That is when it happened ... what everyone alive on earth that day will remember forever and ever.

There was a swirling warm breeze that seemed to engulf us. And who could ever forget that enormous pillar of fire up in the sky slowly spinning around. Tongues of fire kept departing from it in a circular motion as it turned and showered down in all directions. We all sat there transfixed in amazement as some of those tongues of fire came right toward us and were distributed around to each one of us. Then there was that thundering, resonant voice from the heavens. You could feel it reverberating right through you, but we wern't afraid. There was a calm that settled down over all of us. The voice said, "YOU ARE MY FAITHFUL WITNESSES AND I AM JEHOVAH. I WILL POUR OUT MY BLESSINGS UPON YOU BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN DREAM."

Carlos, a brother from the Spanish congregation, stood up and raised his palms as high as he could and said, "Praise be to Jehovah, we will serve him forever". And he began relating prophecies that we had all just seen fulfilled. I ran over to him and said, "Carlos, Carlos my brother, how is it that I can understand what you are saying?" "I don't know" he said, "How is it that I can understand you?" Then all the brothers and sisters from the Spanish congregation came running over and started hugging all of us and we all were hugging each one of them. And we, all at once, were talking and talking and talking. And many were praising Jehovah for his wonderful unifying gift.

We had gone to neighboring houses to find stuff to burn in our fire. It seemed funny going up to those vacant houses. We didn't knock. We would just open the door and say "Oh, 'I'm not interested', You say? You have your own religion? Too bad, too bad, you great city, for in one hour your judgement came." We even brought back a couple of signs for the fire. One said, "No peddlers or agents". And one said "Beware of dog." We laughed long and hard as we piched them into the fire.

We kept celebrating into the wee hours of the night. Nobody wanted to go home even if they had one. This seemed more like our home, and more like our family, than ever before. Finally, towards morning many of the friends started falling asleep.

I walked over to Don who was still wide awake. I said, "Don, do you think the Israelites were this happy after they crossed the Red Sea?" He looked at me thoughtfully as he ran his hand through his silver hair. But his hair didn't look so silver to me. I thought maybe it was the golden light from the fire. He said, "Happy? I'm sure they were. But I don't think any human ever felt like every one of Jehovah's people do this day. You know", he said, "I will always remember this as "Day One" of forever!"

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Help she is trying to get to my son!!!!!!! FINAL CHAPTER

by Jesika in

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ok, well here is the end of this crazy story............................

the court date was set for the 17th (monday).

i got my new next door neighbor to represent me and my now x husband.

betweenworlds

That's wonderful news!!!!!! Congratulations to you

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Can i get Watchtower library 1999 for research anywhere

by thetruthaboutjws in

is there anywhere i can download watchtower 99 or any version for that matter for research.

betweenworlds

In case you don't get my email Jourles I'm very interested :) Thanks

[email protected]

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How many victims of the blood issue do you know?

by refiners fire in

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i knew two personally, in my congo.

i suspect this is pretty rare.

not that man people die of refusing a blood transfussion i think.

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My husbands grandfather. He had a hemorrage in his intestines due to diverticulitis. He wouldn't take blood and he died after 3 days because his heart wasn't getting enough oxygen due to not enough red blood cells in his blood stream and his heart just stopped beating.

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I'm nothing but a Rat

by JH in

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what is your sign?

find your chinese sign: .

rat.

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Dragon here too!

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The Watchtower Letters, part 2

by NeonMadman in

here's the next entry in the series of examples of correspondence i had with the wts back during the 1970's (mostly).

this letter concerns the establishment of the year 1918 as being the time for the "first resurrection," i.e., the resurrection to spirit life of the anointed ones who had died previous to that time.

what i find interesting about this letter is that no attempt was made to address the question i actually asked.

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Ray speaks of the codes to determine who wrote which letters in one of his books. The code is in the upper left corner on the first page. In Neons case it is EV:ESE I will have to go through my COC and ISOCF book to see if I can find where he mentions this.