Why do you think you'll get booted out?
Welcome to the pack
i'll refrain from commenting on the shooting.
i spent 2 hours on fb last night doing that.
let's just say i'm a devout 2nd amendment supporter and believe more guns are the answer.. .
Why do you think you'll get booted out?
Welcome to the pack
upon a sea of glass i'd set my sail,.
awaiting another dawn's new light.
approached the hour and morning's .
All the writers land in hell
to hear the music so they tell
many wrote a lofty poem
hoping it would sent them home
but alas the poems they wrote
were not the fare to board the boat
last year i did a review of 2011 for the forum.
this was more of a review that focussed on some of the awful stuff that was printed in the literature that year - the first year of my awakening.. 2012 has been more interesting from the point of view of things actually happening outside the literature.
i thought it might be nice to take a look back and put some of these events in chronological order.... .
Well done
so, if the current gb is this "faithful and discreet slave" and they place greater emphasis on 1919 now, are they saying that only a few anointed christians were selected in the 1st century, followed by nearly 2000 years of no selections and starting around 1914-1919, the selection of the rest of the 144,000 resumed?.
if so, this is an easy explanation for the increase in numbers of partakers since 2008. have they gone right out and said this officially or have they only alluded to it up to now?.
also, the original understanding was this "shut door" policy of 1935. i never understood how they arrived at that year.
The partakers are swarming the organization they're coming out of the woodwork and they're unable to stop them even as they begin to overlapp.
she wraps me in her cold embrace,.
a hold that will not let go .
.. i welcome her with half a heart, .
I have several stories I play around with in my head and after reading what you and lisarose had to say it brought me into one of them. It's a story about a high powered woman whose life has no room for what's really important and for some reason she has to go to maine for a weekend and housesit in a very old house by the coast.While there she's very edgy but happens on a old diary of a woman much like herself from a hundred years ago. Then the story goes back in time and plays out this other womans life and the missed opportunites and the sadness she experiences. The woman in the present time becomes overwhelmed by her life and has an epiphany and as she reads the final pages of the diary her cell phone rings and what she says reflects the change that this diary has had on her.
I think I'm creating my own movies because I see them as people having conversations walking around the room. it's all very visual.
good morning, friends:.
it's nearly 3:00 a.m., and i needed a midnight snack.
i didn't want to fry an egg so i tried to peel a couple cooked eggs.
He met an egg he couldn't peel
Although he tried with lot's of zeal
The tiny fingers of the egg
Locked in place would not unpeg
The sweat was pouring from his brow
He felt he must succeed somehow
The egg would not release it's grip
It's body then began to rip
A tragic scene it was that night
And all he wanted was a bite
greetings to you all from scotland!
it's nice to finally be able to say hello to you all, having been a long time reader of the forum.. i put off signing up as i didn't feel i had much to contribute, but if i'm honest, seeing atlantis' post about confidential information pushed me into it.. i hope i can get round to writing my story - i always enjoy reading others and it never ceases to amaze me how many have had similar experiences.. so there goes my first post!.
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Welcome to the party
not really good at introductions.
i am an active jw who has my doubts about certain things like the bible as a whole but im slowly but surely wading through them.
just of curiousity: what on earth has happened to this board?
This is an unusual place it's for free and open discussions as well as fun and creative threads the only rule is don't get in the gutter just converse like a decent human being. It's fine to be controversial just don't get real mean about it. Look forward to your input.
upon a sea of glass i'd set my sail,.
awaiting another dawn's new light.
approached the hour and morning's .
When he opened his eyes he found himself in a beautiful happy place. People we're laughing and singing some were dancing and food and drink was plentiful and he thought I've surely passed on and this must be heaven. He smiled until someone stood up on the stage and welcomed the crowd to a royal carribean party and he realized he had just been rescued by a cruise ship.
his voice is liquid, drowning me then rescuing me from the sheer weight of a burdensome life that can no longer be borne.. somehow, a singularly caressing envelope of grace shields me from total obliteration, his ethereal utterance an unknown but strangely welcome entity.. what power lures me outside myself into a realm within my reality but, nonetheless, beyond it?
it is sonority that at once crushes me yet, alternately, cradles me tenderly inside delicate tracery of angel song.. i beg - oh, how i beg - to be released from this aural tidal wave of unquantifiable beauty.. his music is that of other worlds; it holds me in its protective but unrelinquishing embrace.
i equivocate, but it is demurral of little account for i cave and become captive .
She carried her groceries in and put them on the counter and looked out the window another beautiful bright and sunny day and all was well. After putting everthing away she sat down and put on some sad and plaintive music a song that always made her cry but it felt good in a strange sort of way.She got up and started doing her laundry singing that song again in her mind drifting to that place. Her life wasn't particularly sad but there's something enticing about that feeling like taking a staycation to a mysterious land.