so you’re working about forty six hours a week at bethel.
monday night was the bethel watchtower study, tuesdays and fridays nights were your meeting nights at the kingdom hall.
that was your free time.
Fisherman:
Yes, I wish I had gotten that pill early on because I really did want to stay.
On a different thread, I wrote that Dean Songer, my overseer, told me that Bethel comes first, congregation second. There was no way that was possible since I was in a foreign language congregation. It really was a hopeless situation.
I do believe I am older (of course!) and wiser (debatable) now and would handle my problems differently . . .
Thanks.
so you’re working about forty six hours a week at bethel.
monday night was the bethel watchtower study, tuesdays and fridays nights were your meeting nights at the kingdom hall.
that was your free time.
Hey, Keith:
I was too busy with congregation and work to get a G job, but, like so many other brothers, I was overworked to the max. When I went to see Dr. D, I explained my situation. His response was that the fellow who burns the candle at both ends is not very bright.
A snappy retort, sure, but it didn't resolve my dilemma.
I left Bethel early.
my escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
The older I get the more disturbing it all seems and I have no answers. I thought for a long time there would be some explanation for our existence but nothing seems to make sense. -- Nancy Drew
Good thought re: our retreat into imaginary worlds, Nancy. I appreciate hearing your perspective, especially from one who likes sci-fi!
my escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
Wow! This is incredible!
my escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
If you happen to read this, what is your reaction to the concluding statement of "The Conquered" that the invaders are from Earth?
Humans?
Insects?
Yetis?
I do welcome your thoughts . . .
my escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Serve_Man_(The_Twilight_Zone)
The story is based on the 1950 short story "To Serve Man", written by Damon Knight.[4] The title is a play on the verb serve, which has a dual meaning of "to assist" and "to provide as a meal". The episode is one of the few instances in the series wherein an actor breaks the fourth wall and addresses the viewing audience at the episode's end. The episode, along with the line "It's a cookbook!" have become elements in pop culture.
my escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
MY ESCAPE FROM A HOME BELOVED was of sheer and unqualified
necessity. My people and I have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien
malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but
that of utter conquest.
If it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly. However, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh. These interlopers, these transgressors of a most cruel and avaricious sort, have invaded my world.
Alas, my escape from this nightmare -- from which there will be no awakening -- has been conjured up in my mind. I grieve that kith and kin do not possess the incipient mental devices of escapism that I have owned since the womb. How and why I differ from them is a story I need to tell you, but time is no more.
We have all been jailed; however, I suffer less than they. These very real horrors are deftly slid into a compartment of my mind, locked away tightly, key jettisoned.
Damn . . . damn these invaders from Earth.
if i'm tierd i fall asleep anywere so the meetings ect were no diffrent my wife would always try to wake me but im a deep sleeper.
karter .
For a time, the reader of the WT didn't sit on the stage but in audience seating with his family. I was assigned to read one Sunday and fell asleep in between paragraphs. Had to be awakened. Well, now I am FULLY AWAKE, thank you very much!
My poor family . . .
isn't it unbelievable that a jehovah's witness must accept whatever the organization says or they can be disfellowshipped??
unless they tell you that their understanding has changed, you cannot believe anything unless they say it's ok. .
many years ago i questioned them about their ridiculous view that whenever the word "heart" was mentioned, it was a literal blood filled organ.
now stagnant in heart, mind, and body (nothing fits nor operates as it should), i recollect, without emotion, the vast spread that had, at one time, been my surrogate guardian.
my impoverished family cherished the land and the sea that stretched outward beyond infinity; but it was i, more than all the others, who took to the bleak and harsh landscape of the mont bleu coast.
in a most peculiar manner, the dank surroundings soothed and enveloped me in crawling mists that were more welcomed by me than were the evaporating rays of an inland summer sun.
Thank you, LV101, for taking the time to read my piece about an adventurous child become a jaded but still decent human being.
Yes, the painting is mine. It's one of my last oils, before I ventured into water-based media.
Blessings and peace!
