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  "Please pray for me."

  by compound complex in

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  greetings, friends:.

  today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.

  family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?

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  Thanks, Lois.

  That is really sad. Sorry for your cousin (once removed?), who could have been comforted if your dad had shown a little compassion and bent the JW rules.
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  "Please pray for me."

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  greetings, friends:.

  today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.

  family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?

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  compound complex

  Greetings, Friends:

  Today, I saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her. Family problems were eating her up.

  How have you responded if and when you were asked this? Obviously, the friend making such a request thinks YOUR prayers would be effective on his or her behalf. Of course, how we respond today is far different from how we used to respond as JWs. Witnesses are peculiar about praying for anyone outside the fold.

  Thanks.
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  A Lonely Quest

  by compound complex in

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  strangely, a cool sense of tranquility washes over me as i come out of my reverie, my black reminiscence.

  i look out my window to the street below.. the vision of youthful ideals embodied in vaporous blur upon the pavement has evaporated.

  gone for the moment but sure to return as an untold want, a wish for explanation: why did it all go so terribly wrong?

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  • Strangely, a cool sense of tranquility washes over me as I come out of my reverie, my black reminiscence. I look out my window to the street below.

    The vision of youthful ideals embodied in vaporous blur upon the pavement has evaporated. Gone for the moment but sure to return as an untold want, a wish for explanation: why did it all go so terribly wrong? I shut it out, shut out irrational thought, excessive thinking, which leads to depression . . . to insanity.

    I pull away from the window, shut it tight against the chilly predawn air, and forget my dark reflection. It's only a phantom, scarcely the real me. I leave my letted room and shut the door behind me. A walk in the moonlight will do me good. I will see my inner turmoil in a new light, the softly suffused illumination della bella luna. The black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon the asphalt by the gracious moon, will be my companion.

    Chilled to the bone, I put aside all personal comfort.

    I tread my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me. Full, round, gleaming is beauty supernal: my exquisite, my lovely Moon. I wish to touch her but am overwhelmed by giant sentinels whose barren arms stretch with desperate longing toward her. For all their height, those statuesque trees are no more able to caress her silvery face than I. The eternal, unrequited pining for what is enthroned on high.

    I seek something, someone on high to tell me who I am and where I am going, but it is a thankless and lonely quest. The lunar queen has no spoken answer, perhaps, yet her presence comforts me as none other can.
    

    I travel the worn roads of land and mind . . .

    
    
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  Invisible

  by compound complex in

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  this place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.. at last, i have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- i love open spaces -- where no one can see me.

  it is beautiful here while i watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, i am unseen.

  i yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.. i laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke.

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  Beyond my own thoughts, LV101, you have given me a lot more to chew on! Yes, the anonymity of cyberspace. We have found a haven within the maelstrom.

  Invisibility -- a gift.

  So well put!

  THANK YOU!
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  Invisible

  by compound complex in

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  this place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.. at last, i have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- i love open spaces -- where no one can see me.

  it is beautiful here while i watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, i am unseen.

  i yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.. i laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke.

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  This place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.

  At last, I have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- I love open spaces -- where no one can see me. It is beautiful here while I watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, I am unseen. I yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.

  I laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke. They do not see me. At last, at long last, it is all right. At peace within, at peace without.

  I asked for anonymity, and it has been granted. I come to this busy thoroughfare of life and all her attendant beauties and vulgarities. I am here but no one sees me; therefore, no one rebukes me nor praises me nor gets involved. This is how I like it.

  I watch the crowd, but they are unaware . . .
  

  So totally unaware. . . .
  
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  The Conquered

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  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.

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  An open door beckons, urging escape from my prison.

  I stand at the threshold of promised freedom yet

  cannot cross my mind's blockade.

  I see Spring's newly leafed oaks, their canopy

  glistening and swaying,

  The forsythia and flowering quince all

  abloom, yet . . .

  Here I shall remain in my chosen

  prison,

  Dreaming of what I love yet fain

  can own.
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  Bye, Bye Love

  by compound complex in

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  heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs .

  your aching need for my full and loving devotion.. i spend myself willingly on your behalf because,.

  truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.. if i were young and wiry man, for you .

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  What is this wall, like brick and mortar, that separates

  your proud heart from mine contrite and broken?

  At one time -- I recall so very well -- your soul
  

  and spirit were joined in joy to mine.

  You are near me -- how clearly I see you --

  yet your eyes are miles away . . .

  So, too, your wandering heart that
  

  has left mine destroyed. . . .
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  Being a jobo. It's not the same as it was.

  by punkofnice in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  i've been hearing this from what i'd call 'dyed in the wool' type jobos.. 'it's not the same as it was a few years ago.....'.

  i believe from what comes back to me via my spies -.

  the dyed in the woolers are referring to how the gb are now blatantly pontificating threateningly it seems, about wanting money even from children, all the time.

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  Although I have already mentioned this on similar threads in the recent past, I will repeat the following:

  Before anyone here, on the forum, or those active in the "Truth," had an inkling of the widespread changes about to occur, Randy Watters had printed a quotation, in THE FREE MINDS JOURNAL, from a certain "Br. Morris" (I believe that was the surname). That declaration was culled from a District Convention talk, wherein the speaker said that certain changes were forthcoming and many JWs would not be happy with those changes.

  Oh, really?
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  Bye, Bye Love

  by compound complex in

  1. social
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  heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs .

  your aching need for my full and loving devotion.. i spend myself willingly on your behalf because,.

  truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.. if i were young and wiry man, for you .

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  Dear Muddy Waters:

  Thank you so very much for your post. Allow me, please, to express my own sympathy for what you're currently enduring. We have all gotten older and sicker and now face the inevitable. My past brushes with the Grim Reaper woke me up to my own mortality, as you wrote. Fortunately, for both of us, he approached our doors, ready to knock, but reconsidered and turned on his heel and sought out someone else.

  I hope the following poem offers you some consolation. My detachment from the former sadness that inspired hundreds of poems and stories has faded away. Sure, I have my moments, but now it's like, "OH! Did I actually write this?"

  Blessings and peace.

  MY DAY'S LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY winds down.

  Infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her

  Welcomed embrace.

  I have no reason to fear the inevitable,
  

  That transition into a higher and

  More glorious state

  Than allowed me upon this

  Beautiful but angst-filled

  Habitation.

  I rejoice in what has been

  Prepared from early on.

  I await the call . . .
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  ...another "I" phone this one from apple..

  by zeb in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  good grief thats all we need..... these phones take so much concentration from the world about them for their users they are dangerous.. i was out on my bike on a bike path and nearly skittled two teen somethings who just meandered out in front of me in 'convo' and with buds and oblivious to traffic about them.

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  not just teens either the law here gives heavy fines for anyone phoning or texting while driving..

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  LV101:

  Excellent analysis -- thank you! You state your points so beautifully and clearly. Speaking of points, to write with an unsharpened pencil is pointless . . .

  Best regards.