I always want to take people that post here seriously. However, with that disclaimer in place, how can you take her seriously? Look back at the threads. Hibs is much smarter than the questions that she poses. They are innocent enough to draw people in who have genuine interest/intent/disgust/character/ and wish to respond based on these qualities. Hibs is a freaking genius. That is that. Who do you know besides RichieRich who can incite a cyber riot likke she can. (Richie I mean this in the highest praise. Because really you are the man)
coolhandluke
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Where (Who) in the World is Hibiscusfire?
by Big Dog ini noticed that hibie hasn't posted since the dating thread where it was pointed out that she borrowed some of her material from other websites, blogs, etc.. hibie has quickly become a fixture here with her threads that draw responses like crazy and her unusual preaching style.
i don't think i am alone in wondering just who she really is since she seems to avoid all questions directed to her about who she is, how she came to this website, what she is trying to accomplish.. she has been called everything from mentally ill, to born again, to a troll by those on the board.. hibie, in all seriousness, i'd really like to know who you are and how you got here.
if you are a teenager having fun, that's okay, but some of the stuff on this forum isn't really appropriate for a younger teen.
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Do you like who you are?
by damselfly ini was inspired by rat's post.
are you a nice person?
melodramatic?
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coolhandluke
For the first time in a long time, I am truly happy with who and what I am. "If I die today, I'm happy with how my life turned out." I am good with my mental/emotional progress and the fact that I struggle and am not complacent. 4 out of 7 days I exercise, have discovered the joys of sex and cigars and just being myself. I love that I can be myself without fear of censorship. I have finally learned to accept relationships that are good and not subject them to my skewed and imposed morality. I like that its okay to be myself. Its all good
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Now talking to me is okay? Who is sticking to the "law" here?
by coolhandluke ini was at work yesterday when i got a call on my mobile phone.
my mothers ringer is darth vader's march.
the pit of my stomach ached.
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coolhandluke
Thanks for the well wishing and reminders at caution all.
~Jeff
Thanks. I will take your advice and just let it play out.
~AlmostAthiest
After my father left, I stepped into the roll of protector, friend, confidant, emotional anchor, etc with my mother. She is basically saying that she is trying to depend on herself now instead of depending so heavily on me. I imagine that I can resepct that. I hope you are right as far as her intentions for contact. Nothing would make me happier.
~Ingenuous
"deign" Damn girl, with the $12 words. I love that! I'm with you as far as the caution is concerned. Cautious as serpents, blameless as doves. The construct of this monthly call with all of its rigidity will only lead to a compromise of the very rules supporting said construct. My mother will break them because of some "need" and then will quietly hope that I've not noticed, or that my noticing won't prompt me to remind her of how she set up the game from the begining. I'm not sure if its a question of if I can handle it. It is what it is. I chose to close no doors. I am after all, an ex-JW.
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Now talking to me is okay? Who is sticking to the "law" here?
by coolhandluke ini was at work yesterday when i got a call on my mobile phone.
my mothers ringer is darth vader's march.
the pit of my stomach ached.
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coolhandluke
I was at work yesterday when I got a call on my mobile phone. My mothers ringer is Darth Vader's march. The pit of my stomach ached. Why is she calling me?
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dom!"
Hi Dom? Am I dreaming again? Is this my mother? I was audibly shaken, surprised, awed at what I perceived as audacity. My mother in her loyalty severed ties from me. It was her belief that hearing my voice, knowing that I was out here “hurting” myself and allowing others to hurt me was too much to bear. Out of sight, out of mind, free of immediate pain, I imagine.
“Why are you calling me mother?”
“I wanted to hear your voice. Don’t you want to hear mine?”
“Everyday mother. Each moment of each day without you, I want to hear from you. I am however attempting to respect your wishes.”
“Perhaps though, we should speak once a month or so, just to catch up. I’m just trying hard to grow up Dominick. It is so easy for me to be dependant on you. After all, you are Dominick, you solve problems. You’ve raised me to this point and I’m just trying to grow up.”
We talked about my dreams, my one bout of depression since I left. We talked about the letter that I had begun. We discussed the ins and outs, the byways and shoulders of the roads we have traveled during the last few months.
Is this a game, or an attempt at staying connected? I don’t know. What do you think?
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you tell me
by zen nudist in.
http://www.geocities.com/jiohdi/watchtowermag1.jpg
i would put up the picture itself but i dont know how
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What is your cyborg name?
by daystar in.
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update - make certain that before you enter the code into the frame, you choose the "html" button at the bottom rather than the default "design" button.
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What is your cyborg name?
by daystar in.
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update - make certain that before you enter the code into the frame, you choose the "html" button at the bottom rather than the default "design" button.
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coolhandluke
<a href="http://www.cyborgname.com">
<img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/edox-COOLHAND.png"
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I'm soooo happy!
by G Money ini do have odd luck with the ladies.
not that i lack meeting them or being able to get a date but just seem to meet the wrong ones or ones that bore me or girls that live 1,000s of miles away.
i just broke off a relationship a few weeks back and have had mixed feelings about dating right now.
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coolhandluke
I love it when a plan comes together
~Hannibal (From the A-Team, not the people eater)
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A letter to a friend - Final one that I sent -
by AK - Jeff insome time back i posted a first draft, and then a new draft of a letter to a friend that is still in the borg.
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/7/94229/1.ashx .
i found the truth is not true, and that the organization is not what it seemed.
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coolhandluke
Wow. Thank you so much for that letter. I have been trying to write one to my family for such a long time. It has finally found its way to paper at least partially. You so very much captured what I have been trying desperately to. May I use parts of your letter in mine?
Dominick
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Did you know you were being deceptive at the doors?
by truthseeker ini was recently out with a sister on the ministry; she was talking to some security guard.. she has been witnessing to him, on and off for a few weeks.. before she leaves, she gives him a question to "think about" and tells him "she'll be back next week" to give him the answer.. this security guard reads the bible at work.
the sister was talking about the resurrection hope.. she says, "did you know the bible promises that we can see our dead loved ones again?".
she finishes by saying, "next week, we'll discuss what god requires of us in order to realize that hope.".
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coolhandluke
I couldn't agree more. After I left, I was riddled with guilt about leading people to a mirage in the desert. I had a hard time coping with the lives I "saved." I prayed long and hard about that. I always felt guilty about tricking people into doing something or trying to get them to the kingdom hall. I felt like I was baiting them. "Just drink the Kool-Aid. It's cherry! MMMMMMM! Cherry!" In many ways these are advanced sales techniques. The hope is to appeal to their selfish side and then get them eventually to level off with the belief that we don't serve Jehovah for a reward. Duh... That's what I signed up for. I want a paradise. I want to play with the lions and tigers and bears, oh my!