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  Should JWs eat pomegranates?

  by badboy in

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  i understand pomegranates are assoiceted with easter, so should a jw eat a pomegranates?

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  Sirona, I appreciate the time you took to research those and post them, but I think you may be stretching just a bit.
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  Her Ladyship's Embarrassing Moment Yesterday

  by Englishman in

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  yesterday, was, for my youngest son, the day that he re-commenced his fitness training in preparation for the start of the football season.

  however, his car is laid up, the engine having objected to the extremes that had been demanded of it since number 3 son took over it's reins.. so ben pleaded with hl to be taken to winscombe, a distance of around 10 miles.

  on the way there, the cunning little menace mournfully mentioned that he would not be able to get back home, please, mum, pretty please, will you drive back out and pick me up?.

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  Sodding pajamas...hee hee!

  I love the way you people talk! In fact I think I need to create a new chat name called "sodding_pajamas"
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  Advice-outsider opinion-or something

  by joannadandy in

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  ok peoples, i need some honest, objective criticism.

  a friend of mine is doing a project for her masters.

  she works at the women's center on my campus and is collecting stories and poetry from victims of assult, or family or friends of victims, and then printing them, under the theory that support, personal therepy, understanding, etc.

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  Well thank you Pricia, tho I am much better now--!

  I didn't talk about it for long time. In fact most people in my life, still have no idea it happened--which is another reason I would be reluctant to let her have it.
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  Two file sex abuse suit against Jehovah's Witnesse

  by TexSham in

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  i looked and didn't see this posted, so here goes:.

  http://www.twincities.com/mld/pioneerpress/3588212.htm.

  posted on tue, jul.

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  joannadandy

  I got into a long conversation with my parents last night about this. They were surprised, they had forgotten when I brought up the Dateline story, so I re-told them that, and also explained Silent Lambs to them. (Surprisingly they didn't ask how I knew so much about it-hahaha!--I think they accept me as little trivia speaker, and blooming polymath.) They were all for a change, and quite outraged. And I was pleased with the harmony of our conversation. But it was ruined by both my mother and father chiming in "well Jehovah sorts it all out in the end anyway" GRRR!

  I responded with "yeah, but sometimes it helps to have local authorities speed up Jehovahs's process" to which they said nothing.

  At one point my Dad implied that while awful this case was different than the Dateline case, because as far as we know, this young man never did it again once he got a little older (past the bloom of youth maybe?). I tried to explain that was highly unlikely since he most likely did not receive therepy for his actions, and most young offenders just grow up to be older offenders. We were at an impass on this arguement.

  However this morning on the news, they interviewd his neighbor, as he was "unavailable" for comment. And she said "well my daughter told me a few months ago he was making passes at her, but I thought he was just a nice man, and she must have misunderstood him"

  HA! I have to see if Channel 9 has this on transcript--my dad needs to read that!! He said this case was also different because he wasn't in a position of authority at the time, and that it wasn't an abuse of power. But clearly it is an abuse of power when you seem like "such a nice man".
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  JWs Assigned to Fetch Lost Sheep Here?

  by HomebutHiding in

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  i have been pondering the whys of jws who regularly, and not-so regularly post to the board.

  the possibility then struck me that maybe they are assigned--have special dispensation--to associate here in order to retrieve any "misguided" or "lost" sheep and bring them back into their fold.

  or are they, thenselves, on the edge, wanting the freedom we now have?

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  I used to post here many months ago, and left because I got sick and tired of ex-jws telling me how I feel and think when I KNOW how I feel and think

  Flowerpetal, I wish you would come back. I know exactly how you feel, and I have always hated that feeling of being told what you believe by outsiders. I feel bad for you, especially since this board doesn't seem too friendly of opposing view points. Which is silly since any "good" debate needs two sides to an issue. I for one find most threads horribly lopsided and as a result quite dull.

  I have to wonder if the people, such as YouKnow, and FredHall are even actually witnesses. Some of the ones who claim to be witnesses lead me to believe otherwise by some phrases that they use. I am in complete agreement that there a lot of hurt feelings on this board, and that leads to some very closed minds, and often creates people who are overly critical and defensive.

  Again, I do hope you come back, I for one would like to hear you weigh in on some things.

  As for fetching lost sheep--I doubt it. Tho there might be some who feel that's what they are doing, but if in fact they are, they aren't doing a very good job--and use some pretty strong and hurtful language that can't do anyone much good, and would infact turn most off of their message. My opinion is that most of the "witnesses" posting here, if in fact they are, are just trolls.
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  Advice-outsider opinion-or something

  by joannadandy in

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  ok peoples, i need some honest, objective criticism.

  a friend of mine is doing a project for her masters.

  she works at the women's center on my campus and is collecting stories and poetry from victims of assult, or family or friends of victims, and then printing them, under the theory that support, personal therepy, understanding, etc.

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  joannadandy

  Ok peoples, I need some honest, objective criticism. A friend of mine is doing a project for her masters. She works at the Women's Center on my campus and is collecting stories and poetry from victims of assult, or family or friends of victims, and then printing them, under the theory that support, personal therepy, understanding, etc. is gained from personal narrative.
  She says she got the idea from reading this story of mine. But I feel it doesn't have a whole lot to do with assult, and the main point of my story was not meant to be about that. I kinda feel like I should edit it to fit her topic...IF I give it to her at all.
  I pretty much want to know if you guys like it or not, and if I should edit out the not important stuff, or leave it as is. You guys can e-mail me suggestions if you want. Or just post them here, whatever works.

  Words in Moments

  Give me a hug.
  Why?
  Because Im your Mother.

  I never bought into that bullshit. Those billboards you see saying Thanks Mom; for life. I didnt ask to be here. She told me every day of my life that she never should have had children. So why the fuck did you?

  My Mother and I have never been close. She likes to say we dont get a long because we are so much a like. I called my sister in tears once because she said that to me.

  Am Ilike Mom?
  Whatever, is she giving you that? She told me that all the time too, am I like Mom?
  Well, no

  Her entire life she has wanted nothing but attention and affection, but she only wanted to take. She never gave. She suffered from depression and always told me it was because Grandma and Grandpa never hugged her. Yet I cant recall any hugs from my childhood.

  Her question comes out of the blue. Times between us have smooth moments, but are eventually torn to shreds in a cycle of every two months. Maybe its a lunar thing. Maybe there is only so much we can take from each other before our facades crumble.

  She wants a hug. Now. I stare back at her. How can I hug you? I dont hate you, but I cant say I really respect you. Youve always dealt with me in a hot and cold fashion. If I hug you now, youre just going to yell at me tomorrow.

  This moment passes in less than sixty seconds. I didnt hug her. She walked away. I feel bad, but I didnt know how to do it, how to hug, because she never taught me.
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  You dont believe in Jesus.
  Yes I do
  No you dont. My mom told me that youre a Jehovahs Witness and you dont believe in Jesus.

  I had six years of being a Jehovahs Witness under my belt, and I was pretty damn sure we believed in Jesus.

  I learned at a pretty young age that I hated people telling me what I believed. In retaliation I would tell her at show and tell later that afternoon that Santa was not real. She cried and told me she had proof that Santa was real and I asked her to bring it to school. She never did.

  Come to think of it, she never asked me to give proof of the existence of Jesus. If she would have, I couldnt have brought it either.

  This moment lasted thirty seconds in kindergarten gym class. We were running in circles in the gym. It was the first time I learned that I had a faith that was not like everyone elses, and it would not be the last time I had to hear someone explain to me what I believed. Apparently only outsiders are experts.
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  Do you still love me?

  There was a deep breath, and a long pause. That can never be good as an afterward to that particular question.

  Its not that I dont love you. I just dont love you as much as I used to. I still care for you, I really doI dunno

  Have you ever gotten the wind knocked out of you? Being told by your soul mate that they no longer love you as much as they used to sort of feels the same way. I guess I should have seen it coming. Long distance relationships never work. Writers and artsy types are prone to depression. Soul mates lose their fascination after about six months anyway. Once you have agreed upon everything, there really is nothing left to talk about. You just rehash and finish each others sentences.

  The way we met was cosmic. I was at the public library looking for a book. When I got to the right shelf, a handsome man was standing there reading out of a book. I stepped around him and continued my quest to no avail. He kindly asked if I needed help. As fate in her quirky way would have it, he was reading the book I needed.

  A quick conversation found, not only did we have same majors, we had the same passions in authors, music, art, everything that mattered to me we meshed on. By the time we finished having coffee at a local coffee shop we had already begun to finish each others sentences. I was already painting pictures of growing old with this man. Naivety and a fresh heart new to the game of love is a powerful blinding force.

  Id never been in love before. Im not sure I have been in love since. Its hard to get over your soul mate. This was my first serious dumping. This moment, including shocked silence, lasted ninety seconds.
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  Please you cant! Please!

  Im not sure why I thought reason would work. Appealing to the heart I guess.
  Whys that Sugar?
  Im a virgin.
  There are ways around that.

  I despise being called Sugar. I cried a lot before, during, and after. It didnt seem to make much difference. I told my boyfriend a few days later. He was disgusted. Not by the man who had done it, like you might think, but rather by me.

  The moment lasted roughly 1200 seconds. My silence about that moment, after telling my boyfriend, lasted roughly 1460 days.
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  I know you would have liked her. She was a very funny little girl.

  My dads voice cracked. My dad is one of the few men I know who openly admits he liked Steel Magnolias. He can relate, because when my sister was six years old she died of a brain tumor. He knows what it is like to lose a daughter.

  I dont really know how to respond to this. She died several years before I was born. In fact, I am pretty sure the only reason I exist is because she died. My parents didnt want more kids. Yet I was planned for. Methodically they hoped and prayed for my arrival. My name even means blessing from Jehovah.

  Its not easy growing up knowing you are the replacement child. I imagine its a lot like getting a new puppy after your beloved dog Scraps dies. The new puppy knows Scraps was very special, but now that Scraps is dead he has been elevated to saint status. The dead cant do any wrong. Any past wrongs are quickly forgotten, and the good times become amplified. Its hard to compete with a six-year-old ghost.

  I feel for my parents. I really do. Their religious faith keeps them happy. I wish I could have made them happy. Ten seconds.
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  I love you!

  I slowly stood up and looked him in the eye. He was the same age as me, sixteen, yet he stood a foot and a half taller than me and outweighed me by about seventy pounds.

  Fuck you! If you ever touch me again I didnt have a threat to accompany it. So I merely let the rage in my voice speak for itself, praying that it was enough.

  You made me do it.

  Tell it to your therapist.

  I was half expecting a blow to the back of my head, but I must not have been worth it, or there was too much danger of being seen by someone at the party. Nothing came. Except pride in myself. I had always hopped that if I should ever need it I would have the courage to stand up for myself. I now knew that I did.

  We dated all of three weeks. It was a torrid high school affair. I was in love with someone else. Not being able to have that someone I settled for a jock, who was amazingly hot, and for some unknown reason was attracted to me. Hot guys dont like girls like me. This one especially didnt like me. I was too sassy and smart assed.

  Being backhanded only lasted half a second. Walking away another twenty seconds. Its funny how tall men still make me nervous.
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  I just dont want to go anymore.
  What do you mean? Have you done something wrong?
  No of course notits just that, I have known for quite sometime its not for me. I havent made the Truth my own, and I am sick of lying to make everyone happy.

  I had been fascinated by religion for a long time. My parents religion had always been my favorite. All my life I was told to make it my own. Thats not entirely true though. If you choose not to make it your own you can be guaranteed that your childhood friends will no longer speak to you, your family will be embarrassed by you, and you will be told you lack faith. Members of the church will pray for you. Others will offer to study the Bible with you. Still others will assume you couldnt handle the pressure, and must have fallen into the temptations of the wicked spirit forces.

  When it comes to religion there are right and wrong answers. I failed my test. Maybe God will forgive me, because my friends and family cannot.

  The moment I had a discussion with my parents about religion lasted 9000 seconds. Approximately 784 tears were shed. Eight Kleenexes lay balled on the kitchen table.
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  I love you.
  You do?
  He nodded. YeahI do.
  Well thats good, because I love you too.

  Ive always made it a rule to never say, I love you first. Perhaps its silly, but I have never liked to be the first to do anything. Its safer to wait. It also relieves me of all kinds of pressure, and I am all about minimizing pressure in my life.

  Ive never lied about love. I dont think you should ever feel pressured to feel the same way as someone else. I also feel love is a term that gets tossed around way too much. People love cheese. Some people love country music, may God have mercy on their souls. People love their children, and people love their aunt Myrtle. People who have been married for fifteen years tag, I love you too at the end of all their phone conversations. While I do not doubt any of these statements of affection, I wonder at how the word love is used in so many different ways. Your affinity for cheese could be greater than your affinity for aunt Myrtle, or vice versa. You may just be tossing into a conversation in the same cavalier manner we ask people, how are you?

  I just wish people would spend more time thinking about how serious a word it is. Finding out how serious the word love is to me took fifteen seconds. The glow that word left in belly lasted much much longer.

  THE END - Thanks in advance to those who made it through to the end of this long ass post!

  Edited by - joannadandy on 3 July 2002 2:21:37
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  Two file sex abuse suit against Jehovah's Witnesse

  by TexSham in

  1. watchtower
  2. child-abuse

  i looked and didn't see this posted, so here goes:.

  http://www.twincities.com/mld/pioneerpress/3588212.htm.

  posted on tue, jul.

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  Thanks for posting that Nathan, i was at work and missed the news...
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  There's A Reason Projectiles Are Shaped...

  by Francois in

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  you know, like dicks.

  the reason is that projectiles shaped like pussies don't fly very far and certainly don't go ballistic.

  unless of course they're attached to the rest of the device.. now.

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  mmmmm penis...

  Oh are you all still here?
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  What do Americans actually really know about???

  by invisible in

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  what do americans in general actually really know about the big outside world outside of their own culture?.

  it's certainly not just me, but for years since early childhood in fact, it has been commonly accepted by many, that americans in general are the biggest ignorant fools residing almost anywhere on the planet, yet they still do their damndest to have everyone believe what a great nation they are.

  is it even beyond their comprehension how foolish they look often to the rest of the world, the fact that they have so little understanding of problems on the worldwide front?.

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  Good point lilacs. See the german part of me just angries up the norwigan part of me. My scotch part of me wants to kick the piss out of the english part of me. The french part of me smells funky, and the swiss part of me just sits there and wants nothing to do with anyone. Tho I have a strong urge to build a coo-coo clock someday.

  I'm damn conflicted.
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  Education Survey

  by larc in

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  education was strongly discouraged among the witnesses.

  i am curious as to how many of you went on for further education and in what fields.

  i will go ahead and list the ones i already know.. larc - advanced degrees in organizational psychology.

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  joannadandy

  I still have a year left but will have my b.s. in literature and communication studies. Then I get a lovely teaching certificate, and woo-hoo!