Greetings, Matt:
This is a graphic recollection of an observant child who's become a well-written man. I will reread your words to let them sink in. And read again . . .
Thank you so much for posting.
CC
i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
Greetings, Matt:
This is a graphic recollection of an observant child who's become a well-written man. I will reread your words to let them sink in. And read again . . .
Thank you so much for posting.
CC
i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
That's all right, TB. No need to apologize.
When I began posting on several different forums so many years ago, worried posters thought I was a suicidal female. I'm a guy with feet firmly planted on the ground. Well, mostly on the ground . . .
Glad you like the poetry. THANKS!
CoCo
"sometimes i think the only thing i could do that wouldn't upset someone would be to kill myself.".
those were the frustrated words of my friend as we stood out in his large yard in the country, just about to enjoy a nice bonfire on a beautiful night.
what was it that could have been a lesser evil than killing himself?
Thank you, dubstepped, for sharing your story. Like some other forum members, I, too, am seeing this for the first time. Strange -- often we fail to see or respond to so many valuable and life-affirming threads.
I now believe in possibility, but in nothing in particular. I don't have to know anymore. I am worried about controlling what is real today and what I can affect. At one point in my life I held that the Bible was the unerring Word of God. I'm sorry, but if a god wanted to give me a book that would give me the one path toward salvation, he should have made it clearer. That book is full of contradictions and some horrific atrocities performed by people following God's direction, so I just can't believe in it. I also can't believe that we humans are the top of the food chain and that nothing greater than us exists in this vast universe, so I do believe in some sort of "god" or energy or something bigger than us, but I can't tell you if it is benevolent or not. It just is whatever it is, and I'm not worried about it anymore.
Likewise, when my eyes opened, my shattered faith encompassed disillusionment with both the Society's teachings and the stories of the Bible. What I highlighted from your copied and pasted paragraph above expresses exactly my current sentiments.
I am not worried . . . I am NOT!
With gratitude to you and your dear wife,
CoCo
i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
Yes, TimeBandit, just a poem. I appreciate your concern.
My time of sorrow has passed; I reread what I have written in expression of former sorrow and am detached from it. Freedom . . . at last.
With gratitude and wishing you and yours well.
CoCo
pointless .
pointless and a waste of time (though it is 3 o'clock in the morning) to remain in bed when the energy expended in tossing and turning can be put to better use elsewhere.
better use when i can get my mind out of the gutter and the realms of depression and despair that cater so willingly to the man held captive in his nightly horizontal prison.. i am up, thrusting myself from the uselessness of too much sleep, too much recumbence, too much nothing.. it's a given there's a force directing me beyond voluntary reflexes.
Pointless . . . pointless and a waste of time (though it is 3 o'clock in the morning) to remain in bed when the energy expended in tossing and turning can be put to better use elsewhere. Better use when I can get my mind out of the gutter and the realms of depression and despair that cater so willingly to the man held captive in his nightly horizontal prison.
I am up, thrusting myself from the uselessness of too much sleep . . . too much nothing.
It's a given there's a force directing me beyond voluntary reflexes. Really, now, do I want to leave the comfort and security of my house and take to the woods at this hour? Why do I even ask? Though an otherwise safe neighborhood mothers and comforts me in her protective embrace, still, there are small but noxious beasts that roam the roads that, during the daylight hours, pose no obvious threats. Nonetheless, I dress by rote and don my cap. Apprehensive, I open the back door.
Drinking in the coolness and dampness of a wafting atmosphere characteristic of these delectable small hours, I instinctively go to my right. That direction takes me to the draw, the irresistible entity that has always been but chooses when and how to be seen, makes its presence felt, lays its terrors upon me . . .
Terror has never been so delicious. . . .
i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
I am going home, yet not without sorrow;
for too long have I been adrift.
There was no place to call my own nor
anyone to take me in.
The price I paid for careless days of youth
spent has been too dear.
I look upward to a welcoming sky that beckons,
reassuring that, soon, this
Wanderer shall be home, in the warm and loving
embrace of the cosmos.
besides being a waste of time for those doing it, and being an easy way for the society to inflate its reports of time spent in the ministry, cart witnessing is also taking up space.
i live in a hot city in brazil.
today, the jws decided to set up their cart in the shady spot of the bus stop, where people going to work have to wait for the bus.. ugh!.
My thoughts, too, GrreatTeacher.
I prefer the nuns' plain but dignified habits to the misguided sister's fruitless endeavor to be colorfully modest in her attire. Well, at the very least, her bag is color-coordinated with her outfit. Nonetheless, . . .
my eyes are in pain. . . .
CC
i heard today about a former jw/now apostate who is dying in hospital.
this information was accompanied by the comment of "wouldn't be awful to be lying there in hospital,dying as an apostate!
knowing that you have no hope!?
I fully understand the life/death mindset of JWs. I believed it, I taught it. I regret having taught it at all but especially to family.
When at death's door a few times myself, it was evident that my caring but indoctrinated JWs preferred that I die "faithful" than break an Org rule on allowed medical treatment.
Although next of kin may be a Witness, it is advisable to assign as health-care advocate one who will respect your wishes.
Sad but wiser . . .
CoCo
Greetings, John Doe, from CoCo . . .
Good to see you again. Sylvia was here for a bit a couple weeks ago. She'll be back.
Best regards.
.
when i first saw the video, i was like, "wait... is that her... panties showing through the dress"?and it seems like it is so.turns out that if you look at the middle right of the video, there are some letters.
it reads, "footage provided by pond5".if someone wants to purchase that video to confirm, you can purchase it here:http://depositphotos.com/63621499/stock-video-violinist-girl-walking-through-a.htmli think that this was a royal mess up because i doubt they would put footage of a sister in a skimpy, revealing dress.doesn't the gb approve this?this will probably go down as another of the "subliminal images"...if there are thongs in paradise... might not be so bad after all!.
I can deal with emotional manipulation -- to a point -- but am I to believe that in the New World tomatoes will grow on holly trees?
Perhaps, I am missing something . . .
[see the garden scene at 1:21 - 1:23 minutes]
CoCo