Oh please.
They'll be telling us to hide in bunkers next.
jehovahs witness yearbook, 1967 p.105: cameroon"on one occasion a large crowd was following a man who had a talking serpent.
the serpent gave greetings and spoke in foreign tongues....a brother was passing by, attracted by the commotion, he went to the house to see what was happening.
as soon as he entered the room the serpent stopped talking.
Oh please.
They'll be telling us to hide in bunkers next.
my wife and i were in edinburgh on saturday (did a ghost tour) and around dusk we passed two trolleys on the high street — aka 'the royal mile' — that both had two rows of led lights under the little shelves.
has anybody else seen this or is it a local innovation?
i'm happy to report their pimped-up trolleys were attracting no attention as usual.
How... festive?
although not a new concept by the watchtower, particularly in public talks and at assemblies, they have now put this prophecy in writing.watchtower oct 2019 page 8 -13 study no.40 titled -keep busy during the last of "the last days".
the first paragraph asks '1.
what convinces us that we are living in “the last days”?
I remember the Watchtower study one Sunday when I was about 8 years old. The study conductor, all wide eyed and frothing at the mouth, assured us that it will definately come before my generation left school.
I'm 35.
It was "the last seconds of the last minute of the last days" then.
yesterday i got home from work and decided to buy a case of beer because, why not?
it’s monday.
the shop is conveniently round the corner from my place.
The worst I get is where they look at the ground or pretend to be looking at something else.
Ah yes, the "take out your phone and pretend to text" routine. I love making them feel awkward. I make them notice me and make them go out of their way to ignore me. If they think I'm going to "humble myself" and obey JW rules they can F off.
at one assembly(tm), i was asked to relate an 'experience(tm)' which i did.
however, during rehearsals, the geezer in charge elder or co or some such title, told me that i shouldn't tell it the way it was.
i did a 're-enactment(tm)' with another 'brother(tm)'.
If I remember rightly it's somewhere near Liverpool or the Wirral??
You must be from ol' Blighty surely.
Fazakerley is one train stop away from where I was born and raised - Kirkby, Liverpool.
There used to be a great independant guitar shop there called FRETS. A little Chinese man owned it who could play guitar like the ghost of Hendrix. You had to see it to believe it.
Except over here we pronounce it "faz-achk-lee" It takes a mouthful of phlem to pronounce it correctly over here. Scousers are used to it.
yesterday i got home from work and decided to buy a case of beer because, why not?
it’s monday.
the shop is conveniently round the corner from my place.
I'm sure Paley is rushing to go back to meetings now. I know I would be.
I'll never set foot in a Kingdumb Hell again. Not for my own mothers funeral, not for anything.
the basic virtue for a human being is to be true to yourself – the integrity of thought, emotion, and action.. .
ten years ago ( after 32 years as a jehovah's witness), i finally decided that my own mental sanity and being true to myself was more important than attending congregation meetings and serving the watchtower society.
i stopped (years before) field service, the ministry school, answering at the watchtower studies, missed numerous meetings and walked in minutes before the meetings started and left after the closing prayer, i knew it was time to leave.
I was only 11 when the 95 generation change came in, as such, I dont remember it.
For me, it was turning the page in our study books and seeing this...
That was the beginning of the end for pale.emperor. I tried to explain it away by convincing myself that surely this is a temporary "idea" and new light will come in soon to correct it, right?....... right?
...there are very few if any, that i would have willingly associated with.. my 'worldly(tm)' friends are all brilliant people.
they are nothing like the weirdos i had to put up with in the congregations.. what is your take on the people in the jobos as opposed to your associates now?.
Oh god, there’s loads of people I would never associate with in the real world.
Since leaving I made it a rule to raise my standards of who I associate with. Closed minded people are out. As are homophobes and people who go out of their way to remain miserable.
Some of the asshats I used to associate with in the congregations over the years:
A guy who used to get very annoyed at other guys who managed to get girlfriends. He was a joy to be around as you can tell.
A family who used to turn up to conventions in African clothes. And they weren’t even African. They were white.
A girl who went to university in secret while her elder daddy told others she was only doing an apprentiship while pioneering where the need is great. (In Hull?)
There were some (some) who were great people and I hope they leave so they can enjoy the real world. My ex-brother in law or example and some friends from my late teens.
yesterday i got home from work and decided to buy a case of beer because, why not?
it’s monday.
the shop is conveniently round the corner from my place.
Yesterday I got home from work and decided to buy a case of beer because, why not? It’s Monday. The shop is conveniently round the corner from my place. In I go full of the joys of December and there’s a JW woman from my last congregation. You know the type. Divorced her non-JW husband, he got the kids because the courts “obviously” had it in for JWs. She’s been hunting for an elder to marry since then and is the go-to person for gossip or finding out why someone got disfellowshipped.
Typical me, being a human being, does what anyone would do. I recognise a face, my mind doesn’t register who it is so I smile and say “Hi!” as I walk past. Her reaction can only be described as a scowl. Imagine shining a flashlight into a dark room filled with rats who cant stand the light. That sort of scowl. Then it registered who she was.
I head to the beer aisle. She watches with a face like a smacked ass. I go to the checkout and she’s on the phone talking to someone while looking at me.
I’m polite and friendly to the staff, they all know me because I’m there so often. Only this old cow is the one miserable this December.
I’ll be the talk of the Thursday meeting :) Except by the time it reaches their ears the story will be I was buying booze, condoms and cigarettes while having white powder under my nose after snorting it off a prostitutes ass.
………………….I hope.
at one assembly(tm), i was asked to relate an 'experience(tm)' which i did.
however, during rehearsals, the geezer in charge elder or co or some such title, told me that i shouldn't tell it the way it was.
i did a 're-enactment(tm)' with another 'brother(tm)'.
How many times did we hear "a friend of a friend" has this occasion happen to them where a JW woman called on a rapists door but he left her alone because he (allegedly) saw "two big men standing with her" who were "obviously" angels?
Fortunately, the man went and raped the next non-JW visitor who called instead. How on earth that's a nice story I'll never know.
That same story appears in other relgions and even on Snopes. But I heard it in the 1980s.