the watchtower wallbanger
the gb slow and uncomfortable screw
shunned on the beach
the stranded missionary martini
brooklyn bethal ice tea
a name...for example, "franz bar".
menu: .
cocktails: light of truth, crisis of counscience, tears of a pioneeer sister, elderette.... shots: judicial commitee, i am anointed!, new understanding.... lunch: pioneer style, bethel style, beth-sarim de luxe (extra large).... .
the watchtower wallbanger
the gb slow and uncomfortable screw
shunned on the beach
the stranded missionary martini
brooklyn bethal ice tea
greetings, friends:.
wishing you well and progress toward freedom.. comments from elsewhere on the vignette below have spurred me to share how the jw experience affected me.
basically, the jumble of emotions and thoughts - good and bad - pours out of me in story form.
interesting
It seems to me that when we are born the people who care for us and give us our first glimpse of life are not up to the task due to the same problem surrounding their birth. The only way we learn anything is through a series of mistakes that we make throughout our life. Nobody is handed a clear set of guidelines so as to be wise it's trial and error and we have to appreciate that's just how it works and not let it paralyze us. I just say to myself so i followed alot of crazy paths with the hope that i would find the meaning of life and every path so far was the wrong answer well now I can eliminate those ideas. Moving on to the next, understanding where I usually go wrong, finally seeing where those seductive ideas usually snag me always looking for what I want instead of what is true because what is true may not be what i would prefer. So now i'm evidence based and have wiped the slate clean and am open only what I can prove and realizing the dreamy part of me that wants peace on earth and happiness for all must stay in it's place and remind me that it's just a dream that may or may not be possible it's still sounds nice but it has led me astray many times.
So now that we are into true confessions that's how I see it today and tomorrow is another day as we all head towards something that we haven't figured out yet.
you get ya wife back.
ya car back.
ya job back.
i've been in the vale of deep shadows, but am feeling more and more like myself.. i'm grateful to my doctors and modern medicine.. sylvia.
wow! Sylvia your back that's great
Remember the song from My fair lady with a few changes
we grew accustomed to your words
you almost made the day begin
we were so used to hear you say good morning everyday
your smiles your frowns your ups your downs were second nature to us now
like breathing out and breathing in
Glad your doing better ND
sleep eludes me.
she plays coy, then retreats, laughing as she looks back at me.
i vacate my disheveled bed with less than quiet resignation.
'how i got sucked into a cult'.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/celebritynews/9061694/how-igot-sucked-into-a-cult.html.
bangalore.
That was very interesting the experience for jw born ins can be very different from those who join from the outside. It is difficult to see yourself and understand the mistakes you've made and to realize how you mislead yourself. It has taken me decades to stop myself and be more careful I wanted peace and happiness on earth and all those good things and I kept thinking I saw it only to be disillustioned. I've learned to be a more critical thinker and to accept that maybe my dreams won't really happen and whoever might be in charge who knows what their agenda might be. It's a little harder to live this way but I will not be burned again. i don't know what the answer is I wish I knew what was really going on but you really really really have to be careful.
you have brains in your head.
you have feet in your shoes.
you can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
dear readers:.
the following story was a product of imagination and the influence of the films "rebecca," "beauty and the beast," "unbreakable," "signs" and "harry potter.
" i hope you enjoy it; it's my favorite.. coco.
He opened his eyes to a dimly lite room and casually glanced at the clock as he turned his body towards the window no sun yet. His depressed thoughts began to gather and he prepared himself for another lonely day when suddenly he thought 'what did that clock say" turning back he realized it was 9:30 and where was the sun? He bolted up and looked out the window and his depressed thoughts fled from his mind. The sky was strange a peculiar shade of red an ominous feeling began to overpower him something wasn't right.
it may have actually been egyptian (perhaps much older), but the jews borrowed the tradition from the egyptians.
it was a way for a small priest and ruler minority to alter their physical appearance in line with the "gods".
it was a mark that made this small ruling class "godlike" and different than the rest of the populace... hmmm, interesting.
sometimes people with ordinary understandings and expectations encounter things outside their experience.. they deal with it and move on.
they tell people and answer questions.. eventually, somebody explains it and the incident (and the story) goes underground.. .
......only to re-emerge.. if it is an unusual incident or report eventually there will be others who come along.
It's true that there are hoaxes and nutty people but that doesn't mean that everthing unusual is a hoax by virtue of being unusual.
I think that there are many mysteries and thousands of years of unexplained human history and i'm not sure who jesus really was or what that was all about it's a strange story for sure.