Thanks, Captain.
I hope the pain wasn't too bad -- I've heard so.
CC
Thanks, Captain.
I hope the pain wasn't too bad -- I've heard so.
CC
raymond franz introduces a declaration made by uncle fred:.
still later in 1979, in fact on november 17, the day after i left .
on a "zone" trip to west africa, fred franz, now the society's .
Raymond Franz introduces a declaration made by Uncle Fred:
Still later in 1979, in fact on November 17, the day after I left
on a "zone" trip to West Africa, Fred Franz, now the Society's
president, conducted the morning Bible discussion for the head-
quarters family. He made these comments, which one member in
attendance wrote down as they were given and passed them on to
me upon my return as a matter of interest:
Some persons are now talking about reading the
Bible, that we should read "just the Bible." Well,
that's what Christendom's churches have been tel-
ling the people to do for centuries and look at the
mess that's resulted.
It's good to remember that we were the Watch
Tower Tract Society for a long time before we be-
came the The Watch Tower BIBLE [emphasis: FF]
and Tract Society. Only in comparatively recent times
have we actually published Bibles. The sole purpose
of our existence as a Society is to announce the Kingdom
established in 1914 and to sound the warning of the fall of
Babylon the Great. We have a special message to deliver.
--- ISOCF, by Ray Franz; RF notes that the Society's
original title was Zion's Watch Tower Tract Society
Thanks for sharing.
CoCo
it is not chains that bind me to the position i now hold .
and, that, for a lengthy time now.. i stand motionless, my eyes peering through dark curtains, they fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below my third-storey bedroom window.
by their simply being out and about in the daytime sun i perceive that, in contrast to my placid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world.
Hi Rip:
Pillows do come with warning labels! My fave is a feather pillow. My others are too hard, with no give. Maybe I could put them to better use . . .
???
Thanks -- had forgotten this thread.
CoCo
i haven't much time.
conflict is on the horizon, moving ever closer toward us.
our being a peace-loving people does not mean that we are weak and ineffectual.
I peer through my tiny glass darkly and wonder how, for so many years, I survived an overly illuminated existence in the arboretum. So hot, so stifling, so luxuriant my unbridled growth. Shunted away to a darkened hovel -- never did they say why -- I languished by degrees, till, at last, I come to be in this state of mental and physical decay.
I would leave momentarily but for limbs too weakened to sway e'en by breath of Zephyr himself. Into the earth, whence I came, will I return? I am bound at feet by entwining tendrils that halt all escape.
Nature, Nature . . . why have you forsaken me?
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
Icarus is out there . . .
When I'm there I'm miles away . . .
Allow me my fields of gold . . .
EXCELLENT! !
With gratitude,
CC
i have reached a frontier dreamt about as a child -- the outer reaches of a vast realm under stars.. though an imaginative and inquisitive lad, my forward-looking mind and open heart could never have conjured up this fabulous, this infinite unreality into which i have been catapulted.
what may appear a distortion of my former reality i tentatively accept as a cosmic tableau that threatens both to fascinate and crush my frail, puny body and spirit.
i am unable to comprehend what i gaze upon with frightened, delicious terror.. my recent escape from lunaria was of sheer necessity: my people have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent toward us was not one of beneficient intervention but that of conquest.
Good night, dear humbled:
Yes, I do try to create a mood.
I really was describing my place, where I have to bus my dishes from a makeshift, waterless kitchen to the bathroom wash basin. Sometimes, the dishes stack up . . .
Best wishes.
CoCo
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
Thank you, LisaRose, for such welcome comments!
I believe you're correct, myself having read somewhere that poets explain and interpret the meaning of life's happenings.
Peace be with you.
CoCo
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
He never stops, rip!
I forced my shoes, leather jacket and cap on and braved the newly arrived cold and damp.
I walked to my favorite spot and gazed shiveringly at the fog-enveloped mountains and trees -- those ghostly specters -- and perceived my childhood home beneath the actual lay of the land. Wishing there were someone with whom to share this natural beauty of intermingled present and past, up saunters a dear neighbor. A kindred spirit. He tuned in to my words; he understood.
This is the day-to-day fare from which dreams of the subconscious arise.
Creation.
THANKS!
CoCo
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
Ah, yes, humbled!
No more guilt. Thanks for thoughts so beautifully expressed!
Love,
CoCo