so my cousin phoned and told me my jw sister was taken to hospital with chest pains and it may have been a slight heart attack or possibly she's starting with angina.
now as some of you know my sisters and brother have had little to do with me for 29 years.
we've met at funerals, or arranged them, but i just thought today what if she did die?
We're happy to hear your good news, Xanthippe! What a relief.
Regarding angina and a heart attack: In my case, the angina (several episodes for about five days) brought me to my knees in pain (at home), but the actual heart attack (in hospital) was painless. I would never have known I was having the actual myocardial infarction unless I had been on the monitor and the nurse said, "You just had a heart attack."
Weird.
Take care, Dear.
[the following information is intended as a response to the leaked bethel video regarding masturbation.
if you are not aware of that video, please check it our before attempting to comment.].
masturbation is not sinful, unclean, or wicked.
stillin:
Points well made. Both my religion and the Bethel I knew and once loved have irrevocably changed. Brother Knorr and Franz, with whom I have talked, would be rolling over in their graves . . .
Oh, they're in heaven, rolling their eyes.
my frequent walks these last few years about the neighborhood so familiar to me would ordinarily be construed a pleasant enough non-event.
a little mild exercise - taken in small doses to keep the joints operating properly - and a keen eye peeled for the ever-changing face of nature have rendered the daily promenade a suitable diversion.
until recently.
The aspect of the little faded house darkened as I approached.
The sky was a hearty, bold blue that enveloped the otherwise tranquil mountains afar and, closer in, the wood undulating in knolls and vales. Strange that each footstep bringing me nearer the house stirred me with an unease the sunny day should otherwise have dispelled. Shadow ungoverned by Nature's immutable laws swelled, doubling its negative expanse over the house and adjacent property.
my frequent walks these last few years about the neighborhood so familiar to me would ordinarily be construed a pleasant enough non-event.
a little mild exercise - taken in small doses to keep the joints operating properly - and a keen eye peeled for the ever-changing face of nature have rendered the daily promenade a suitable diversion.
until recently.
Thank you, Tara, for giving me reason.
There has been little but, nonetheless, appreciated response to my stories and poetry. Still, I have continued to post both regularly, watching them slip silently into the bin of no-response detritus. And here I am, once again, in my favorite mode of wee-hour writing! It's about 3:00 a.m.
I am sorry for whatever it is that has happened regarding your living arrangements. Having moved some half-dozen-plus times in the last 17 years, I feel nothing is permanent for me. I rent a room and have a bath and kitchen privileges; and I have at least another year here. Given the regular house sitting that I do, I'm always moving about, but only within three miles or less of my little overstuffed room. I hope you find peace and contentment wherever you locate.
Love,
CoCo
[the following information is intended as a response to the leaked bethel video regarding masturbation.
if you are not aware of that video, please check it our before attempting to comment.].
masturbation is not sinful, unclean, or wicked.
Jw's don't consider emission due to wet dreams as sinful. -- Drearyweather
Correct, but in the video Br. Breaux asked, "What were you thinking about before you went to sleep?"
The implication is clear that impure thoughts must be rooted out and not dwelt upon; even a young brother's dreams can put him at risk, WT-wise.
my frequent walks these last few years about the neighborhood so familiar to me would ordinarily be construed a pleasant enough non-event.
a little mild exercise - taken in small doses to keep the joints operating properly - and a keen eye peeled for the ever-changing face of nature have rendered the daily promenade a suitable diversion.
until recently.
Of course it was a foolish move, but no one has ever used the word "sensible" in the same sentence with my name.
Lured incrementally towards the house with roots sunk deep into a mire of misery and unalloyed pain, I was helpless to fend off the call of the siren. Warnings gone unheeded were my unfortunate mode of reacting to elders who were more experienced in the consequences of life's greater and more unforgiving contretemps.
Having escaped a few times without any bodily harm during my misadventures, I walked with no little purpose up the curving path. What was within those walls beckoned -- I felt rather than knew -- although there was no seeming menace about the building's placid exterior. The white paint of the lapboard siding was somewhat faded from a brightness that once reflected the summer sun. I recall having to shield my eyes on those warm, languid days, those carefree days when the two of us walked hand-in-hand, dreaming of the day when we would take ownership of the house on the hill . . .
greetings, old timers (in particular):.
of course, we don't share all views in common.
unless i'm mistaken, however, we older, former jws were decisive about what our "bible-trained consciences" would allow -- or not.
Hey, OnTheWayOut:
We're glad you've been hanging about -- in a good way.
THANKS!
greetings, old timers (in particular):.
of course, we don't share all views in common.
unless i'm mistaken, however, we older, former jws were decisive about what our "bible-trained consciences" would allow -- or not.
Thank you, LV101, for courageously sharing a memory, however painful.
There will always be regrets.
greetings, old timers (in particular):.
of course, we don't share all views in common.
unless i'm mistaken, however, we older, former jws were decisive about what our "bible-trained consciences" would allow -- or not.
Thanks, stillin and fulano:
Welcome, Aquarian and spouse of weirded-out wife.
Boy do I understand! As I had written earlier on another thread or two, in the 1950s and early-'60s, we were not JWs; but Mom was a back call and occasional "study" of Lillian Grobel, a very poor but devoted anointed sister.
My on-the-fringe mother's bed was our library away from the Carnegie down the street, in the University District. On it were scattered Astrology Today, Awake!, The Watchtower, The Good Earth and The Egg and I (both copies of which are here in my study), Arundel, Lost Horizon, ad infinitum.
To this day, what sticks most prominently with me were her magazines on astrology, particularly the ads for the Rosicrucians; since childhood, I have been drawn to the "other side":
greetings, old timers (in particular):.
of course, we don't share all views in common.
unless i'm mistaken, however, we older, former jws were decisive about what our "bible-trained consciences" would allow -- or not.
The above photo is from home, not a stock image.
Thanks, Dagney, so much for sharing your experience! In certain matters I may have been somewhat looser, but I can't remember!
Now, loose as a goose!
