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Chapter 48 New Boy 50 years a Watchtower slave
by new boy inchapter 48. turn on the tv!.
nine days after mark’s wedding, i got a phone call early tuesday morning.. “get up… get up and go turn on your tv!” it was mike, my jehovah’s witness friend from seattle.. ok so i got up and walked downstairs and did what he said.
there it was, i saw the smoke and flames coming out of the twin towers.
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Chapter 48
Turn on the TV!
Nine days after Mark’s wedding, I got a phone call early Tuesday morning.
“Get up… get up and go turn on your TV!” It was Mike, my Jehovah’s Witness friend from Seattle.
Ok so I got up and walked downstairs and did what he said. There it was, I saw the smoke and flames coming out of the twin towers.
“This is it!” Mike said. “This is the beginning of the end!” I just sat there in amazement, watching this scene of total horror and destruction.
Then it happened, one of the towers collapsed. There was total pandemonium. There were people with grey dust and blood streaming down their faces as they were running down the streets, screaming in sheer terror.
Mike keep mumbling about Armageddon coming, as I set there totally dumbfounded.
Then it hit me. My next bolt of lightning of conscience.
These people, the Jehovah’s Witness were happy about this event. Their promise was coming true. Their Armageddon was coming at long last. This was the beginning of the chain of events that would take them to their paradise.
I watched those people dying before my eyes. So, this was supposed to be a preview of coming events.
Just, three thousand people died that day. The Jehovah's Witnesses were waiting for their god to do the same thing to 7,500,000,000 people!
In that moment, with Mike on the phone and the death and destruction thousands before me I knew.
I knew that this Jehovah, this god of death and destruction was not the god, I was worshiping any more.
It was the last defining moment of my relationship with the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society.
I got off the phone with Mike and knew there was only one thing left to do.
The paper work.
I sent in my letter of disassociation on September 18th 2001. Just twelve days before my fifty second birthday. The letter said this.
To Whom It May Concern
I no longer want to be a member of the Watchtower Bible & Tract Society of Pennsylvania.
For years I have felt that this is a fear based organization. Fear and hatred is something that man has created to control other people. It is very disturbing for me to see Jehovah’s Witnesses actually happy over the death and destruction that took place last week, believing that their salvation is now close at hand. Jehovah God the God that I’m worshiping is not the kind of God that would bring this kind of destruction to the entire planet. I believe that God’s creation is good and that he has the ability to save everyone. Not just one tenth of one percent of the population.
May God bless and keep you all
May God bless & keep the world of Mankind!
Very Sincerely Yours
Keith Casarona
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Secret sex in the Org
by pomo6780 in2 pioneers of the opposite sex.
the brother is in his mid-20s, sister is in her late 20s.
both are alone in car as the only 2 out in field service.
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Gilead students Ron and Marsha Sharp are sent back from their assignments from some place in south south America. Because Ron was messing around with a local sister there. Who knows maybe it was his bible study. When they are back in Massachusetts, Ron starts a bible study with David McFarland. Dave's wife is already a witness raised in the tooth. After Dave becomes a Witness, Ron has sex with his wife.
Maybe she just wanted to show him some gratitude for bringing him into the "Borg"
P.S, Ron Sharp is an Elder to this day. Not only are there plenty of pedophiles in the organization there are a lot of sexual predictors in the organization too.
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Best Bethel stories
by optimisticskeptic ini temped at bethel 3 times for varying lengths of time and found working there to not always be the rosy picture some would paint.
not a surprise really, but i think one of the things that surprised me the most was how a lot of the permanent bethelites (especially older ones) were so impersonal to temps.
they acted like you weren't worth investing their time in since you weren't permanent.
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One day, I was down by glue room which is on the other end of the ink department. I was standing there with Mike Stillman and two other guys. As luck would have it, I ended up marrying his sister two years later.
Mike had this big wooden paddle about six ft. long. He was beating the harden horse hide glue with it. It made a sound like a whip hitting bare flesh.
He would yell out. "Feed the rounder.” This was the cruel machine I had worked on in the bindery. Then he would slap the glue.
”Feed the rounder.”..........Slap! ”Please don't beat me, brother overseer!
“Feed the rounder.”...........Slap!"
We were all laughing. Just then walking up from behind us from the sky bridge was none other than "Liver lips Linderman." The overseer of the whole bindery! He stood there for a minute quaking and finally said.
"Just what do think, would have happened if it was a tour group that had come over that bridge instead of me?"
Mike Just stood there, with his paddle over his shoulder and said with a dead pan look on his face. "Well, I guess they would think we were normal, like everyone else!" Oh my god, I can’t believe what Mike just said!
Rule number one never defend yourself.
Linderman stood there with smoke coming out of his ears and with a hateful look. He didn’t know what to say. How dare we stand up to him? He finally said. "You, You .......have done a very bad thing.” He turned and walked off. We are totally screwed I thought.
That was it, bindery here we come…. back to hell!
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Non JW wife/JW husband Christmas tree debate
by spacegirl443 infirst post here and looking for advice and help.
sorry in advance for it being so long :(.
i'm a happily married woman (no kids) who is a non-jw, presbyterian to be precise.
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If you were with any other person in a thousand different religions it would no problem.
He has move back into the "our way or the highway" group. I know I was there for fifty years. So no matter what he as said to you verbally. His goal from here on out with to assimilate you into the "Borg" and as they say resistance is feudal.
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Chapter 47 New Boy 50 years a Watchtower slave
by new boy inchapter 47. eleven out of one thousand.
even though i said i can’t do it anymore, it’s not like i had a plan of any kind.
i didn’t want out of the marriage just out of the religion.
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Chapter 47
Eleven out of one thousand
So now what? Even though I said I can’t do it anymore, it’s not like I had a plan of any kind. I didn’t want out of the marriage just out of the religion. I loved my wife and never even once thought about leaving her. She had been the first and only girl I had ever been with. We had been together almost thirty years.
I was in limbo for sure.
She was in Washington staying with her friend. I was alone in Portland. The rumors were flying around the Kingdom Hall. What was said? What was done? Did someone cheat on someone? In our small community of just a hundred or so people the gossip was flowing hot and heavy. The brothers and sisters were having a field day with our separation. Since, I was well like by some. Many thought she was crazy for leaving me. Of course, those people didn’t know about all the doubts I was having about the organization. She knew of course about some of them.
I just didn’t know what to do. Should I take the blue pill and crawl back to her and the church and beg for forgiveness. Or should I head into the great unknown. Both options seemed devastating, just like I had told my psychiatrist, a few months earlier.
Funny, my father had told me something interesting one night. He was sitting in my living room, and after he had finished off his cognac. He made this interesting announcement.
“I believe it, I just can‘t live it.”
I looked at him and said. “Well… I can live it. I just don’t believe it anymore.”
This was the first time I heard about why my father and why he was no longer an active Witness. He certainly had spent many years of his life living it and definitely not believing it. I believed my father had done everything under the sun except maybe for murder, by this time and that was even a possibility. He had been out of the organization for almost forty years.
Of course he couldn’t live it. His favorite movie was “The Godfather” and he lived his life as if he was one. My father like to lie and stretch the true his whole life. I really think he made this statement because he thought it was something I wanted to hear.
However it was his compliance and not standing up to my mother that got our whole family in trouble with this religion in the first place. Yes, he was “the king” of living the life as a witnesses and not believing it.
“A person is as much responsible for the evil he commits, as the evil they permits.”
This problem that he was a part of would take the next two generations of our family to get rid of. It was too late for his lame excuses.
It was time for some epiphanies. Sometimes in life they come all at once and other times years go by and nothing at all. I was ready for sure.
“When the student is ready the teacher appears!”
I had an acquaintance named Mark Wiedcamp, he was going to get married at The Flying M Ranch on September 2nd. 2001. I had worked with Mark at Western International Forest Products for a number of years. I say he was an acquaintance because he was a “worldly” person. He couldn’t really be considered a friend. Even though he still invited me to his wedding. If I had still been with Debbie at the time we probably wouldn’t have gone to it. Thought it’s not forbidden to go to worldly weddings, it is highly discouraged and frown on for sure. They are just like High School reunions.
If you went or not was something the Jehovah’s Witnesses call “A matter of conscience.” What does that mean? I means that when the society doesn’t want to come right out and tell you that you can’t do something, because it will make them look totally ridiculous. They will tell you it’s “A matter of conscience” and that technically you can decide for yourself, what to do in any situation. However there is a catch.
For example, they won’t come right out and tell you that you can’t go to “R” rated movies. They will however quote you scripture after scripture on the evils of doing just that. Yes, you can make a decision to go to any movie you want but if you choose incorrectly you will be considered spiritually weak and a branded as bad associate. Of course most the time this is done behind your back.
Welcome to George Orwell’s 1984. Yes, there are those who love absolute control over every action and thought of its people through propaganda, secrecy, constant surveillance, and harsh punishment and sometimes shunning.
“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.”
“The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.”
I decided to go to Mark’s wedding since I knew Big Brother probably wouldn’t be there. I’m glad I did go because I had two major epiphanies there that would change my life forever.
Of course over the years I had been to many events where there was many non-witnesses in attendance. This one proved to be very different. I only knew one person, the groom there. It looked like there was at least four hundred people in attendance, enjoying the festivities.
They were of all ages. There were families and singles, many married couples with children running and playing. They did have one thing in common, done of these people were Jehovah’s Witnesses. I’m sure I was the only one there. I walked among them like a ghost.
Most of these people were from Mark’s church. A really nice looking group of people. If you hadn’t known it, this could have looked like any witness wedding.
My first epiphany happened when I was sitting on this small hill taken it all in. I couldn’t help but noticed a married couple in the buffet line wanting for their food. The woman was standing behind her husband and put her hand on his back. As if to say, I’m so happy to be here with you.
I hit me like a lightning bolt. I never really experienced that with my wife. I never really felt wanted by her. Long before I started doubting the church and from the very beginning there was that spark that was missing from our relationship.
Looking back I don’t think I was her first choice. Maybe I was just a ticket to get away from her crazy mother. The woman who chased away other boyfriends in her life before me.
Our marriage felt almost like brother and sister. I realized we never had any real passion in our marriage from the very beginning.
How would I know what passion was? She was the first and only girl I really was ever with. The society told us the purpose of dating was looking for a marriage mate. It was very clear dating was not for recreation. So in some places if you had more than three dates with a girl, you better start thinking about an engagement ring real soon.
Because there was no sex before marriage there was a lot of teenage marriages and if you weren’t married by the time you were twenty five there was something wrong with you or you were at Bethel.
This of course is a recipe for disaster. Young people with little or no experience getting married way too young because they were hot to trot or just want to get out of the house.
Since you were only getting married once and since your first sexual encounter would be most likely on your wedding night, you were really rolling the dice on sexual compatibility. Sadly many realized there was definitely no sex before marriage and sometimes little or no sex after marriage too.
Bottom line there is just as much infidelity and divorces in the Jehovah’s Witness organization as any other churches. Maybe there is even more with all that sexual repression going on.
I knew then, that last night before she left me for good. When she gave me that last kiss on the cheek. When there was no words spoken. I knew then that was the end of our contract together. I knew it at that moment and on some level I think she knew it also.
I have no regrets about my time with her. I wish her the very best and hope she finds happiness with her new Jehovah’s Witness husband.
My second epiphany came when I looked at these beautiful people at the wedding. I couldn’t help but think to myself what if what I was taught to believe was true. If it was true then all these people would of course be wiped out in the battle called Armageddon that could take place at any day. All because they weren’t Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I couldn’t hurt anybody and I couldn’t hurt these people but yet I was worshiping a god who could.
I couldn’t help but think back to the large district conventions when we had ten thousand Jehovah Witnesses all sitting in an auditorium. I looked out over this vast see of humanity and I thought to myself. What if all these people, represented the entire population of the planet Earth. What percentage would be Jehovah’s Witnesses? There are over seven and a half billion people on the planet now and over eight million Jehovah’s Witnesses. So if you do the math, that means there would be only eleven people in this entire auditorium that would be a Jehovah Witness and thus be saved. The other 9,989 of course would be going away. That’s a lot of dead people.
Then I thought to myself since I was basically born into the Jehovah’s Witnesses what were my odds of surviving Armageddon? Probably pretty good. However what would be my odds of survival if I was born in to a non-Witness family in Ittoqqortoormiit, Greenland. One in 9,989. The math isn’t working here. Maybe there is nothing wrong with the math. Maybe… just maybe it’s my reasoning is all wrong.
What if Jehovah isn’t going to kill those four hundred people at the wedding? What if he isn’t going to kill four thousand people or four million or even seven and a half Billion people?
My second epiphany was this. I was raised to be pacifist yet the god I was made to believe in wasn’t. He was an angry and jealous god who would have no problem wiping the vast majority of the Earth’s population.
Yes, I remembered the picture in the “Paradise Lost to Paradise Regained” book when I was only nine years old. The picture of the little girl falling into the great abyss at Armageddon with her dog and doll in hand.
At that moment I knew in my soul it was all bull shit.
I’m afraid Mark Wiedcamp’s marriage didn’t last but I will carry the memories of that insightful day to my grave.
Oh, by the way I no longer want to in their band. There are many people making beautiful music all over this world. Millions of other bands. I just need to find them.
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Chapter 46 New Boy 50 years a Watchtower slave
by new boy inchapter 46. lenny and the band.
lenny hasn’t done shit for your organization.
“i just want to be in the band with lenny and the rest of the witnesses!”.
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Chapter 46
Lenny and the band
Now what? Though I said I couldn’t do it anymore it’s not like I had a plan for the rest of my life. I loved my wife, we had been together for almost thirty years. She was the first and only girl I had ever kissed. It was love at first sight for me. Of course, we had some problems. Leaving my wife was never an option. It wasn’t a perfect marriage but now it look like it would soon be over. Why? Because I didn’t want to be the same religion as her.
I would have stayed with her if she could have lived with someone who didn’t believe the same way as her. That didn’t appear to be an option. Even though there were plenty of women in the kingdom Hall who were married to non-believers. Two of her best friends were in that situation. That’s OK because their husbands never bought into the program. One of her girlfriend’s husband did buy into the program. He was raised as a Witness but left forty years ago. She stayed with him anyway.
Another one of my wife’s girlfriends got dis-fellowshipped because she was married to a space shot, who believed he was one of the anointed, one of the 144,000. This guy was three clams shy of a full clam bake. So, just like my dead father in law Robert Stillman, the only way out of his bad marriage was to commit adultery.
Of course she was dis-fellowshipped. While she was out and away from the organization for a number of years. During that time she married this really nice guy named Lenny. She now has a “worldly” husband. Eventually she gets reinstated. So of course everyone one in the Kingdom hall is trying to put the sale on Lenny to recruit him into the “Borg.” For twenty plus years they have been trying and for twenty plus years he has been resisting.
So for years Lenny has been invited to all the Witness parties and gatherings. He gets to hang around with all the witnesses, with no shunning of course. Why? Because he was smart enough never to get baptized.
At one time, my wife and Lenny and some other Witnesses even had their own band together, where they went out and played worldly music.
Lenny was super intelligent and even though he loves his wife, he really doesn’t want to be a Jehovah’s Witness, just like me.
I told my wife. “I wanted to be just like Lenny, please. You can still be a Jehovah’s Witness I don’t care. I just don’t want to be one.” She said. “That is not possible.”
A few days later one night, I had a dream. It the dream, I talked to god just like the governing body say they do. It help clear a lot of things up, because I was really confused at the time.
“So let me get this straight god. Lenny hasn’t done shit for your organization. I’ve spent fifty years and thousands of hours knocking on doors trying to sell this religion for you. I have spent tens of thousands of dollars on gasoline and thousands of dollars on books and magazines. I gave up a college education and choose to be uneducated just for you, because I know you like your people to be stupid. There were fifty years of no birthdays or holidays. I worked in your factory on mindless machines for pennies a day and spend six years in full time service.
“Yes, so what’s your question?” God asked.
“Because I have come to realize the same thing that Lenny already knows. This is the same thing billions of other people on this planet already know. So now you are telling me, I can never have any contact with all my wife, friends and family.”
“Yes.”
“So, I get punished and Lenny gets rewarded?”
“Sorry, it’s a loophole. You know catch 22.”
“But I was only sixteen when I got baptized.”
“Sorry you should have known.”
“I should have known your religion is bat shit crazy?”
“Yes!”
“I just want to be in the band with Lenny and the rest of the Witnesses!”
“Sorry, you’re screwed! Go away! Oh by the way if Lenny ever does join and then decides to leave too, he’ll be screwed also. But I don’t think Lenny will ever join, because he can spot bull shit a mile away!”
“Jehovah you’re really mean.”
“Yes I know. Why do you think I have such a hard time getting people to join my crazy religion?”
“True.”
“Oh by the way, how do you really feel about pedophiles in your organization? Did you really tell your boys not to turn over the files with the names of them to the authorities?”
“What do you think?”
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Chapter 45 New Boy 50 years a Watchtower slave
by new boy inchapter 45 do you want to shake hands at least?.
on the weekend of july 28th and 29th of 2001, we decided to have a “big chill” party at our house.
witness friends came from all over the country.
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This was sixteen years ago I'm well pass all this.
I have blessed the whole experience also.
This book is for the people who are still in hell, thinking of leaving hell or thinking they want to enter hell.
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Chapter 45 New Boy 50 years a Watchtower slave
by new boy inchapter 45 do you want to shake hands at least?.
on the weekend of july 28th and 29th of 2001, we decided to have a “big chill” party at our house.
witness friends came from all over the country.
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Chapter 45 Do you want to shake hands at least?
On the weekend of July 28th and 29th of 2001, we decided to have a “big chill” party at our house. Witness friends came from all over the country. Washington and Oregon. Gracie Frazier came in from Reno. All of our old Witness friends were invited.
It would be the last Jehovah’s Witness gathering I would ever attend. It would be the last time I ever saw most of my Jehovah’s Witness friends.
I didn’t know it at the time but it turned out to be my going away party.
After fifty years it was time to make the biggest decision of my life. There was a thousand things that could not be ignored anymore. It was all pointing to just one thing. Blue or red pill.
The weekend was pretty uneventful. There was some good rap sections and plenty of great music and food.
In one of the rap sections I happen to mention to some who were elders I thought the church was losing their grip on the young people. Which if you look at their numbers it seems to be going in that direction.
I talked about how our children were not buying the program like our generation did. How many years can you hype Armageddon is coming. Especially now that the society has changed their stance on the year 1914. The truth is the 1914 generation is all but gone.
Of course my “speech was shocking.” To come right out and say the society was having problems was an abomination! It was like telling Hitler the war was lost in 1945. It might be thought but never mentioned.
No one came to me but they did go to my wife Debbie. I have no idea what they said to her. I can only imagine. How could I speak against the Fuhrer and the organization!
It’s funny but on Friday before the party she was acting very strange. It was like she was a different person. She was dancing around the living room as if possessed. It’s almost like she knew on a soul level, something was coming.
Monday I took the last of our friends to the airport. I came home and cleaned up some of the party mess.
I was sitting in the living room that night and thinking about the weekend and decided to see what Debbie was up to. So I walked back to our bedroom and into the master bath.
She was lying in the oversized sized bath tub staring at the ceiling with a very strange look on her face.
I set down next to her. She never even turned her head to even look at me. I set there for a moment and knew that something was happening to her and to me.
I felt that maybe there was some issues in her pass, before she even met me that she had not come to terms with.
I don’t why but I brought up that maybe she should get some professional help. That seeing a psychiatrist had helped me and maybe this was something that could help her with things that might be troubling her.
She never said a word and never took her gaze off of the ceiling. It was almost like she was in a trance.
I set there for a couple of minutes and got up and said, “O.K.” and went back to the living room and set there my myselve.
I was there for about ten minutes when she came to the living room wearing a white bath robe and towel wrapped around her hair. She had the same strange look on her face, as she walked over to me.
Not saying a word she kissed me on my cheek. She turned and walked back into the bedroom.
Don’t ask me how I knew, but in that moment I knew our marriage was over.
I set there and knew things would never be the same again. We had crossed over that final line that couples do. I really don’t thing she knew what was coming on a conscience level and this would be our last night together.
It felt like the kiss from Judas. Though she didn’t betray me. It was my religion that betrayed me. She was just the messenger.
The message was good bye, you need to go now.
It was our last kiss.
The next morning she was going camping with some of her friends from Washington. She was having a hard trying to get our car with the Seado attached to it, out of the driveway.
After I got the car situated. She got in and put the car in drive. The window was still rolled down.
Before she could put her foot on the gas I said. “After 27 years don’t you want to at least shake hands or something?”
She put the car in park and got out of the car. We held each other for a few seconds with tears in our eyes. Neither of us said a word.
She jumped back in the car and was gone.
A few days later she called me. She told me that she wouldn’t be coming home until I got my attitude straighten out about the church.
I said. “I can’t do it anymore!”
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Reveal Article, Nov. 16, 2017: Jehovah’s Witnesses’ tab for child sex abuse secrecy: $2M and counting
by AndersonsInfo inhttps://www.revealnews.org/blog/jehovahs-witnesses-tab-for-child-sex-abuse-secrecy-2m-and-counting/.
jehovah's witnesses' tab for child sex abuse secrecy $2m and counting.
by trey bundy / november 16, 2017. .
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Good stuff and I'm putting this information my soon to be published book.
Their stink is raising to the heavens!
I'm sure 99%of all Witnesses don't have any idea about this court ruling.
Wouldn't it be fun to take this letter and tape it to the front door of every Kingdom Hall in the US.
I'm going to keep a copy of this letter for the next time JWs are at my door.