from the more intelligent of you out there, how did you accomplish hanging onto your genius within?.
any views?.
peace.
Celtic,
Holding on to the "genius within", eh?
Well, I do not count myself as one of the more "intelligent ones"
as we ALL have intelligence to share in different ways...but...as far as
holding on to my own "genius"??? Well, truth be told...I think that my "genius" lay buried and
I was able to "recover/discover" it rather than consciously "hang on to it". Either way...it is an
exquisite "thing" to have unearthed! I like your post...made me think. ~ ! *
Namaste,
Undine
brilliant!.
sorry couldn't find the earlier thread re hp.
but what a film eh?
~Englishman~
Appreciate the review...am looking vastly forward
to seeing it and must get myself to the theatre
before it passes!
(My friend just jokingly said: "Oh my god, you're on that apostate
site discussing "Harry Potter.")
What can I say...truth revealed! New light!
Harry Potter...can't wait!
Undine
only if you're lucky.. here's hoping this is my lucky night.
Kevin,
There WILL be light at the end of this tunnel...and
then life will return with all of its hard times, true,
but don't forget about ALL OF LIFE'S GLORIOUS TIMES!!!!!!!
Right now you just have to HANG ON TIGHTLY AND DON'T LET GO.
(I have visited dark places and gotten out of them. I know you
can do it too!!!!!!!)
Love,
Undine
this post is totally sappy, but i don't care.
i wanted to share it anyway.
lately, i have felt very sorry for myself because my relationship with my jw parents is almost to the point of being severed.
~Andi~
What a lovely woman you are with a gift for touching people's
lives. I am very sorry that you have to deal with the devastating
emotions of altered family relationships.
I continually find it incredible that once a person stops "living" as one
of Jehovah's Witnesses they are perceived as an entirely different
person! It is beyond sad.
You said: " As ex-JW’s we’ve
learned the heartache of broken families, marriages, and hearts. Not from just witnessing others experiences, but from
our very own. We know that every breath is precious. We understand the contagion of a child’s belly laugh. We
understand the sweet softness of a dog’s fuzzy ears. We know the deep comfort of a friend’s hug and kiss. We know
how special it is to enjoy life to the fullest - the joys and heartaches alike. We know all these things because we were
starved from it for so many years. Starved and malnourished we were. But now we are free. Free to eat of Life and all
it’s fruits. Whether we believe in God or not, we have much to be thankful for."
How TRUE. Beautifully expressed.
Thank YOU for that!
Undine
this may be sort of an odd way of introducing myself, by way of relaying a dream that i had...but this dream was very significant.
in that it centers around the time i started to "drift away.
" i find it interesting to look at this dream because i see in it, myself, coming back to living a creative life, after years of suppressing myself in the "truth.
~Andi~
YAY! We happy "goats" gotta stick together!
"Baaaaaaa" to you! ~¿*
Undine
Also...perhaps it is a bit odd to make a "post" of a dream. ô¿ô Sorry.
I guess what I am really just trying to say is "Hello" and isn't it grand to be free?!?!?!?! (Even though, often times, freedom from the "Organization" carries a very high price.)
this may be sort of an odd way of introducing myself, by way of relaying a dream that i had...but this dream was very significant.
in that it centers around the time i started to "drift away.
" i find it interesting to look at this dream because i see in it, myself, coming back to living a creative life, after years of suppressing myself in the "truth.
Hello,
This may be sort of an odd way of introducing myself, by way of relaying a dream that I had...but this dream was very significant
in that it centers around the time I started to "drift away." I find it interesting to look at this dream because I see in it, myself, coming back to living a creative life, after years of suppressing myself in the "truth." A while back I made a post here, as a means of an introduction, but deleted it due to not wanting to be discovered by certain people. Who would know me by my dream??? Hah!!!
Anyway, I appreciate this forum...quite an eye-opening world out there once you seperate yourself from...the sheep...oh no. That makes me a goat?
Anyway...here is that dream:
~Someone was picking me up in their car to go to the 'Meeting'...We got there and as I was sitting at the meeting and hearing them drone on about something, I felt like I wanted to scream...they were talking about 'counting time'. At the end I was the only one who did not stand up for the prayer...then I was treated very icily by one member in particular named Trisha...(But the interesting thing is that I didn't feel 'guilty' nor 'sub-human'
for not having Trisha's favor).
Then I left the Kingdom Hall and proceeded to go out in the 'preaching work'...I called at the door of a woman who clearly did not want to hear the message and I remember looking at her and my eyes glazed over as in my head I thought of rote pat things to say to her to get her to allow me to come back again...In my mind, in the dream, I remember thinking how fake it was to say these memorized lines to her in an appeal to win her 'interest'. Then I took some white powder out of a pocket and blew it in her hair...which turned it an interesting color and when she looked at her reflection in the window she thought it was interesting...Interesting enough to invite me back.
Then,oddly, I transported myself into the minds of the original people who had brought me to the meeting and I saw them driving away and forgetting to get me...Then they remembered they'd forgotten me and came back and picked me up.
I took them to this big warehouse sort of place (no resemblance to a donut shop for coffee break, Yikes!) When inside, it was apparent that we were in the apartment of someone...an artist...and even though I couldn't see the person to whom the place belonged, I just knew it was a woman and that I had met her before...Her paintings were everywhere...hung strategically on all of the walls...and the images were sooooo amazingly beautiful...and I just knew that I had seen these paintings before...I remembered it was in a Gallery I'd visited years earlier...yet, the paintings were now all here in her house...then...the artist woman appeared! And she showed me, and the people I was with, all around.
There was a cavernous room with huge objects that looked like glazed pottery but she told me they were actually metal! She was nicest of all to me...then, slowly, I started to remember where I had met her before...Wherever it was, she was in a bad way emotionally and I helped her to get through the night with kind words and mothering her...I looked down on one of her shelves and saw a date written on something...February 28th...and remembered that that was the day/night I'd helped her and now to see that she'd documented it on a piece of paper told me that what I did for her really meant alot...Then she brought out an antique umbrella and told me it was $5.00 and I of course bought it...When I went up to her at the counter to purchase it there was a necklace of fine pearls laying there and she said..."This is for you...no charge" and she proceeded to come around and put it around my neck...this is when she told me that she knew who I was and Thanked me for all of the help that I'd given her long ago.~
Undine
i have a friend who has had cfs for ten years.
he is on traditional treatments, but they never seem so work out.
it takes him weeks to get over a mild case of the flu.
Salutations,
There is an excellent book titled:"Prescription for
Nutritional Healing" by Phyllis and James Balch (CNC &MD.)
(Third Edition.)
In it, on pages 286-290, are several nutritional, herbal
and other helpful recommendations to help a person
suffering with CFS.
I ordered my book through Amazon.
Do hope your friend will look into it!
Undine
i've narrowed it down to three choices:.
bonnie raitt singing..... "that summer night in texas, baby.
too hot and wet to sleep.
Hmmm...
There is a song by Robbie Robertson
called "Unbound". The entire song
is romantic/sensual.
"With eyes of fire, noone can see
The smoke from the sweetgrass covers me...
I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame,
She leads me now, unbound.
I am lost, has anybody seen me?
Nothing is forgotten, only left behind...
Wherever I am, she leads me now, unbound.
No borders-no fences-no walls-unbound" -Robbie Robertson
this has taken a lot of courage to post.
my life with the jws has been one hardship after another.
i am sharing this to help others see that jws claim to be loving and forgiving people while they are not.
Dearest Cassiline,
After reading your haunting post I just cannot
get you out of my mind. I am so sorry for the
horrors you had to endure throughout your life.
What a DEAR and PRECIOUS and STRONG woman you are!!!!!!!!!!!!
My heart sincerely goes out to you.
Truly and with Love,
Undine
despite an occasional denial or duplicitous ``we can't say, nor can we judge'' for public consumption, i guess all of us are aware that the official wt line on who lives and who dies at the big a is all unbaptised people (99.9 percent of humanity) as well as those among them who got baptised but are lax at getting to meetings and field service (maybe half or more of the present memebership).. my question is: what percentage of the rank and file buy fully into the party line on this?
i know inevitably there are hard-liners who spout it, but my experience is that the average dub, while not protesting vocally, has more or less privately concluded that it just can't be that way... too many really decent, well-motivated people are out there in ``the world,'' (and the corollary to that axiom, too many stinkers inside the organization, for that matter).
babies dying?
~Room 215~
Your post struck a familiar chord with me
because when I was thirteen and my mother was studying
it was made entirely clear to me that "unless I was baptized"
then I would surely not be an Armageddon survivor.
I still remember the terror I felt at not being baptized.
I feverishly studied right along with my mother so that I
could be one of the "approved". After I was baptized, at thirteen,
I breathed heavy sighs of relief.
When I became an "adult jw" this
"belief" within the organization seemed to diminish. (Or
maybe it was just one of the "unspoken truths")? I really
am not sure. But I do know for a fact that twenty nine years ago
I endured the emotional ridiculousness of believing I was
doomed unless baptized.
Also? I think mainly why I've posted is because my ire was
slightly raised when I read the first line in ~THEOLDHIPPIE'S~
post, being: "Never has there been the belief that all un-baptised people will die."
"Never"??????? Hah!!!!!!! Capitol "W" Wrong!!!
(But I'd have welcomed you telling me this when I was thirteen ~¿*)
Undine
