Farkel Run out of stuff! That's not an excuse to stop posting.
Just do what most of us do, recycle the same old nonsense that we have been churning out for years.
No one will notice the difference.
i have no more steam, and no more passion.. i've run out of stuff to write about.
what is left to write about a religion that is so fucked up that everyting is already written about how fucked up they are?.
i don't think anyone can trump my article about berta and bonnie.
Farkel Run out of stuff! That's not an excuse to stop posting.
Just do what most of us do, recycle the same old nonsense that we have been churning out for years.
No one will notice the difference.
may you all have peace!.
just came across this article:.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44629271/ns/technology_and_science-science/?gt1=43001.
AGuest, you have taken upon yourself to lecture me about love and how I don’t get it. But you inform the board that you live by love because you are special and loved by the Most Holy One of Israel, JAH of Armies... and His Son and Christ, the Holy One of Israel and Holy Spirit, JAHESHUA... the Chosen One of JAH.
Regrettably I see no evidence of love in your posts to me or others who dare to question you claims. You only love those who support you or tread carefully while allowing you to dominate all debate. I do see aggression and self-aggrandisement in your posts. Other posters can draw their own conclusion. I for one am no longer interested attempting to have a rational discussion with you.
post card from snowdonia.
we have just returned from a week in snowdonia, north wales.
my first impression of the beamed cottage we rented for a week was that it was dusty and in need of refurbishment.
N.drew As it happens I do write books in my spare time. The last two are non-fiction both available on line at www.Lulu.com under my name Trevor Willis. They make some money but I have not promoted them enough due to other calls on my time. Holidays being one of them. My latest book is a satirical fiction book based on my life as a Jehovah's Witness. It will be put out there once it has been proof-read. I have thought about posting a few pages on this forum but held back so far. And yes! Esther did feed the mouse and I know better than to interfere.
ohiocowboy Glad you liked it. An ever expanding volume of my r amblings which others can add to is a neat idea.
post card from snowdonia.
we have just returned from a week in snowdonia, north wales.
my first impression of the beamed cottage we rented for a week was that it was dusty and in need of refurbishment.
N.drew Thanks for the advice. I write a postcard like this each time I go away and have quite a collection now. Most are longer than this one. They are meant to be entertaining and help to keep in touch with people who know me. Stamping and sending a pile of real postcards, often from a foreign country, is something I gave up doing a long time ago. I doubt there is enough substant to these light hearted e postcards to merit a book. Glad you liked it.
may you all have peace!.
just came across this article:.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44629271/ns/technology_and_science-science/?gt1=43001.
Tammy Thanks for your reply and the thought that you have given to what I have said. I am surprised at the response to one small sentence. I commented on the influence that Shelby has because I do care for you. It was not my intention to hurt you nor have I ever considered you weak, quite the opposite.
I can’t see that commenting that someone is influencing someone else “are words that you would only use to speak to an adolescent - or someone easily taken advantage of, or easily led.” As you said, “As to influence, don't we all influence one another?” Yes we do! This doesn’t imply weakness on the part of the one being influenced.
Shelby stated that I am being influenced by others on this board. Knowingly or unknowingly, it is inevitable that we will be influenced by people we associate with, for better or for worse. Because I don’t share your belief, I see your situation from a different perspective which is why I said, “ From my perspective.”
When my older brother left Jehovah's Witnesses he became increasing involved in another belief system. I expressed my concern over the influence it was having on him. He wanted to hear how I felt he was being affected and welcomed my input. Some years later he regretted getting involved and left.
It is well known that when people with a common interest regularly converse they form a group mentality. People in that group will adopt from others and also compromise in order to maintain harmony and solidarity in the group. I have knowingly done this to fit in with both religious and secular groups I have been involved with. The more involved I got the more I was expected to adjust or comply. I did not see this as a weakness. That has been my experience and my comment was based on such experience.
As I said to you though Tammy, ”It’s not my business.” I am sorry if I have upset you. I will not comment again on my observations regarding the influences on this board in relation to you personally. Instead I will endeavour to share the same light hearted approach that I have away from the board.
Once again I wish you well in your spiritual journey.
Kind regards - Trevor
post card from snowdonia.
we have just returned from a week in snowdonia, north wales.
my first impression of the beamed cottage we rented for a week was that it was dusty and in need of refurbishment.
It’s encouraging to see people with different views finding a point that they can meet at.
It is humanity at its best.
since realising i have been dwelling in a spiritual ghetto, this is the music i have been using to mourn the demise.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwahvbaygv4.
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Losing My Religion song by R.E.M
Ooh, Life is bigger It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much, I set it up.
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep a view
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much, I set it up
Consider this, consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip, it brought me
to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing aground
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep a view
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I hadn't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
To Try, Cry, Fly, Try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream
It's My Turn Lyrics Artist(Band):Diana Ross
I can't cover up my feelings
In the name of love
Or play it safe
For a while that was easy
And if living for myself
Is what I'm guilty of
Go on and sentence me
I'll still be free
It's my turn
To see what I can see
I hope you'll understand
This time's just for me
Because it's my turn
With no apologies
I've given up the truth
To those I've tried to please
But now it's my turn
If I don't have all the answers
At least I know
I'll take my share of chances
Ain't no use of holding on
When nothing stays the same
So I'll let it rain
'Cause the rain ain't gonna hurt me
And I'll let you go
'Though I know it won't be easy
It's my turn
With no more room for lies
For years I've seen my life
Through someone else's eyes
And now it's my turn
To try and find my way
And if I should get lost
At least I'll own today
It's my turn
Yes, it's my turn
And there ain't no use in holding on
When nothing stays the same
So I'll let it rain
'Cause the rain ain't gonna hurt me
And I'll let you go
'Though I know it won't be easy
It's my turn
To see what I can see
I hope you'll understand
This time's just for me
Because it's my turn
To turn and say goodbye
I sure would like to know
That you're still on my side
Because it's my turn
It's my turn
It's my turn
To start from number one
Trying to undo
Some damage that's been done
But now it's my turn
To reach and touch the sky
No one's gonna say
At least I didn't try
It's my turn
Yes, it's my turn
It's my turn
It's my turn
It's my turn
post card from snowdonia.
we have just returned from a week in snowdonia, north wales.
my first impression of the beamed cottage we rented for a week was that it was dusty and in need of refurbishment.
POST CARD FROM SNOWDONIA
We have just returned from a week in Snowdonia, North Wales. My first impression of the beamed cottage we rented for a week was that it was dusty and in need of refurbishment. Esther pointed out that it was in fact a rustic experience. She even made friends with and fed the field-mouse that lived rent free in the kitchen. Each day I chopped logs to feed the open fire. Every night we sat by the roaring fire with a glass of wine and didn’t watch TV for a week. There was a TV but it was old and so tiny the cleaner had overlooked it for many years.
Our isolated cottage near Betws-y-Coed was neighbour-free and next to the raging LLedr river. On one occasion, after a night of heavy rain, the river rose 10 feet and started to flood the patio. Standing on the bank and with raised walking poles I called on my gods for assistance. The waters subsided and the rest will become legend.
Esther forced me to walk many miles as she ticked off each prescribed hike in her Jarrold Pathfinder Guide, like a school teacher marking homework.
‘I’m supposed to be on holiday, relaxing,’ I ventured.
‘Your whole life is a holiday.’ Esther reminded me.
So we pressed on through the rain, across the flooded plains, through mud, brambles and over endless stiles as I sought to achieve a gold star.
Each day sheep covered valleys and mountains came and went as North Wales rolled itself out beneath our feet. Lakes led to rivers, then cascading waterfalls. Each day another tick in the book, then a return to the cottage to feed the mouse and stare at the log fire. I kept looking at my legs and wondering why they were not moving, while Esther planned our next conquest.
‘I’m a bit tired today.’ I confided.
‘That’s because you drink too much wine.’ Esther explained.
‘Ah! I knew there must be a reason.’
The next day Esther took pity on me and allowed me to let the train take the strain. We enjoyed a splendid 3 hour ride on the restored Welsh Highland Steam Railway that ran on a narrow gauge railway between Porthmadog & Caernarfon while serving refreshments. A man bearing an uncanny resemblance to John Hurt ignored the mountain views and peered at Esther over an upturned old broom, which turned out to be his moustache, while explaining his devotion and contribution to the railway’s restoration. Steamy stuff indeed!
We drove to Penmaenmawr, a coastal town on the North coast. Puffin Island is visible from here. After a life threatening hike around Druids Circle and braving torrential rain, we drove along the coast to Conwy. It boasted a large castle which the English started building in1085 to keep the Welsh out.
‘But this is Wales!’ I exclaimed.
It turns out that the English had decided to establish a garrison there and built the castle to keep out marauders, not realising that they themselves were in fact the marauders. I began to realise why the Welsh consider the English to be arrogant. Despite this, the Welsh treated us well and were happy to take our money, now that we are all part of the partially United Kingdom. The sun came out and the Welsh dived for cover. We squeezed in a boat trip and a visit to Conwy’s oldest house. We also saw the smallest house in Britain whose last occupant was a 6’3” fisherman.
Our holiday over, we headed south and stopped off at Ludlow for lunch. Ludlow is one of England’s best historic towns and was hosting one of its many festivals. For inhabitants that live for their food, it was sensibly themed on sausages and beer. Heaving with friendly people speaking a gargled accent somewhere between John Lennon and Sean Connery, the population were a stout and happy lot. Ludlow also boasted yet another huge castle, built by Edward I in the 13th century at a cost of £15,000. It was actually captured by the Welsh for a short time but must have escaped. Ludlow is well worth visiting for a long weekend or even moving to!
Finally, gold star confirmed, we collapsed into the car. I rammed it into auto and we sped south-east towards the safety of suburbia, to contemplate the meaning of rustic holidays and the call of the great up North.
Take care and tread carefully - it’s a curious world out there.
may you all have peace!.
just came across this article:.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44629271/ns/technology_and_science-science/?gt1=43001.
AGuest – so many words in response to one sentence from me. You should read what you have written again. You have given away more about yourself and your agenda than you realize. You are concerned about my influence on Tammy without any regard for the influence you exert on a daily basis.
My respect and regard for Tammy is such that I consider her capable of speaking for herself. She is capable of understanding my intentions without your heavy handed intervention and blatant attempt to control our conversation.
may you all have peace!.
just came across this article:.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44629271/ns/technology_and_science-science/?gt1=43001.
Tammy thanks for taking the time to reply. Making personal comments about people is not something I feel comfortable with. Unfortunately an examination of a person becomes necessary if their argument is based solely on personal claims. I must add that my responses are not unduly driven by emotion. Avoiding getting sucked into pointless circular debates is one way of avoiding becoming personal.
I understand that Shelby is your spiritual sister, which tends to magnify critical comments made towards her. Your affection and support for her on many threads is touching. From my perspective I see the increasing influence she is having on you. Not my business but my comments made to her mentioned believers too.
I wish you both well in your spiritual journey.
Trevor