After I got booted from Bethel, I returned to my hometown of New Orleans... Was in my childhood cong again, for about the next year, trying to "become strong in the truth," this time without reaching out for any big responsibilities - I just wanted to be Joe Publisher for awhile, and be happy. Gradually I started to, ahem, NOT feel any better, & to realize that this was the case, & finally got to the point of allowing my mind to voice its doubts in sentence form (you know what I mean? rather than just a sick, depressive feeling, I started looking at my feelings & their logical causes).
One Sunday, on the way home from the WT study, the actual "epiphany" set in: Being a Jehovah's Witness was not good for me! But indoctrination runs deep, so when I got home I prayed to Jehovah, telling him all my doubts, all my bad feelings, telling him I didn't want to do these things Witnesses do, that I didn't even know if it was right, etc. So I prayed that, if all this was really true, and if it mattered to him whether I lived or died, to change my heart (I seem to recall David praying this way in a Psalm) so that I would view things correctly. I also prayed for a sign (I know you're not "supposed" to do this, but who the hell are a few humans to tell me what God will or won't do? I reasoned that my all-powerful, perfectly loving God would grant me this *very* small request, since the stakes would literally be my faith and my life); I prayed that, if it was all true and I was meant to continue in it, would an elder please call me on the phone w/in the next 5 minutes. Needless to say, no dice.
That wasn't the last straw, though; for 2 weeks I was completely inactive. I informed my mother and a couple of elders that I was leaving but didn't DA myself. And then one elder who was always the most ridiculously pompous ass called me (about 2 weeks 2 late, LOL) and said "Michael, this situation is just intolerable! Your being inactive is affecting others in the congregation! ' We ' have got to do something to get you back to the KH!" THIS was the last straw. I replied, "Jerry, let me make this really easy on both of us. Last night I smoked marijuana [this was true! Rolling Stones concert, first time I ever smoked weed