“... bouquet of truth...”
I guess WT/ GB wants you to think of something sweet smelling, something beautiful, something pretty and to be desired by the eyes (bwhahahaha...!)... something presented in an acceptable and appealing way (more bwhahahaha! lol!!)... a lovely loveliness of delightful odors (like the sweet, “restful” smell of burning flesh offered in sacrifice to the most holy Jehovah....)
... and to pay more than the usual attention to these holy sweet representations of truth - never mind dying horribly at Armageddon if you don’t embrace these bouquets of truths, which change muchly on occasion, like the blood fractions thing, or the generation thing, or the GB/faithful and discreet slave thing.... or a multitude of other things, very important, life-changing things.... like education, choosing a marriage mate, having children, choosing a career... all minor, unimportant things to them in comparison to obedience and submission (humble submission, that is) to the great Gazoo, excuse me, to those taking the lead, and the GB, and so on up the ladder till you reach the great pumpkin that rises out of the pumpkin patch on Halloween night, oop, I mean the great jehovah god the almighty .... (and even Satan doth present himself as an angel of light)...
... but all these bouquets are still “truths” somehow, even cherished errors since we believed them in faith and love and obedience and humble submission... (truly I tell you that those killing you will imagine they are committing a sacred act toward god)... smelling and breathing in these hypnotic, repetitive teachings over and over again, as they repeatedly told us how wonderful were these words, and how appreciative we must be to even hear them, we lowly worms, like Jacob... like grasshoppers....
We to cherish these precious, sweet-smelling bouquets of truth... (and Satan doth present himself as an angel of light.... )
... and though we “not to become worshippers of men” .. nor put our trust in nobles or in the sons of earthling man who have no power of salvation, except the Governing Body, of course. And their sweet bouquets of truth...
.... and then find refreshment for one’s soul.... (and they bind heavy loads upon the shoulders of men.....)...
Well. I wandered and sequeyed (sp?) a bit. Heavy sarcasm, in case anyone needs to be told.
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