If I had have developed my art like my non-Jw dad kept telling me too...ah, life's too short for regrets.
I've just landed a job in entertainment and I'm very happy with that.
i'm talking like makes you physically sick and emotionally frazzled just thinking about it.
i'm talking like you hate it to the point you'd rather go without than work at it just for the money.
you'd live on cheap korean packet noodles for the next year instead of exchanging your labor for this job's money.. well, this is how i feel about teaching and tutoring.
If I had have developed my art like my non-Jw dad kept telling me too...ah, life's too short for regrets.
I've just landed a job in entertainment and I'm very happy with that.
some judged me for going/having gone to university.
some judged me for being 'too smart.
' some judged my non jw brother for being in the army.
Well to make Jehovah happy you must dress in a shapeless sack. Remember all those talks about how we sisters shouldn't dress in a way that just might give the male JWs an immoral thought? I always thought as a JW "Well they shouldn't be looking!" Man did I lock horns with a few on that. Never the men though, they were probably happy to see a bit of curve. It was always other women.
I remember our congregation clothes Nazi out the back during the toilet break/song one Sunday railling about this 18 year old whose dress was see through and how she'd give her a dressing down for being so wicked. I happened to know this girl and she was the shyest little mouse who would never deliberately flaunt so I told her to back off because the girl didn't do it deliberately, she just didn't realise her skirt caught the light that way. I told the girl discreetly after the meeting and just as I predicted she was so embarrassed. Goes to show these old bats shouldn't rush to conclusions and be so damn judgmental.
a world without satan (revelation 20:2,3,7,10).
romans 12- joy in the kingdom hope.
the spirit.. demonstration: family worship.
How DO you get those pictures into your post? I can't do it.
once the spell is broken, one you take a deep fresh breath outisde of the watchtower camp, the amazingly obvious realisation becomes clear.... of course this is a lie, of course this is ridiculous!
you find you have memories of really believing the claims and promises, but it seems like another life, another experience.
it seems so incredibly false once you leave and it is very difficult to belive you even once accepted it!
Wow you've really articulated it, buddy. If my brain was as good as yours I may have articulated it similarly.
a world without satan (revelation 20:2,3,7,10).
romans 12- joy in the kingdom hope.
the spirit.. demonstration: family worship.
Those convention talks are a load of puke-a-rama! Yet the JWs will lap it up as a sign of being in the most progressive organisation, like they are going somewhere with their lives. They will be excited by the promises of pet tigers for another year.
yup, the apostate is happy.
i shouldn't be, right, because my life is empty without "jehovah" and the organisation.. but i just got a job at one of the best theme parks in the world, which is so what i want to do, and it's the first permanent job i've had since i lost my government job in 2012!.
the job pays minimum wage but i don't care because working in tourism and entertainment is what i want to do!
Not Luna Park, Frogonmytoe, but Movie World. I've worked for them before and they are great employers. But that was just contract work, and now as a permanent I have career opportunities.
Here's their website: http://movieworld.com.au/
And I will be working during that Carnivale parade on the page, but not as one of the dancers.
It is Australia's answer to Disney and Hollywood in one.
i'm working on a short story/novella about a jw family.
it's called the opal ring.
i will be posting it in installments, and would like some feedback on it.
Ok, here's the next installment of my novella.
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Christopher Wanis strutted through the door with his flash new grey Bible in hand, tucked up against his side. Although only about 33, he had started balding early in life and was only about 5’6”, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t considered one of the hottest single brothers on the circuit. With 17 years of full-time service under his belt, five of which were at Bethel, he came from a long line of Jehovah’s Witnesses strong in the ‘truth’, and knew he was a hot commodity.
Married women went to him for advice on raising children and men went to him for advice on their marriages. Single sisters found any reason they could to talk to him at a gathering or Circuit Assembly, yet none were up to his standard. He knew what he wanted: a slim, blonde pioneer sister with large breasts and a wealthy family in the ‘truth’ who could support two pioneers. She also had to be no older than about 18, for he felt entitled to young virgin. No second-hand sister for him! Teenagers were also easier to mould than sisters his own age.
While Brother Wanis strutted in like a bantam rooster, Peter Edrupt almost tip-toed in behind him. A lined, colourless man of middle age, he took Alfred’s easy-chair and seemed to disappear into the décor.
Alfred pulled out a folding chair when he saw Christopher go for the other easy-chair, and sat adjusting his tie. These gifts from God were here to encourage Alfred, yet all this sitting about the lounge room in suits and ties seemed distant and formal, like a meeting with parliament.
After some pleasantries and a prayer, Brother Wanis went straight to the heart of the matter, interrogating Alfred about his thoughts and what had led him to this point. Alfred spoke honestly and frankly, believing that only a full confession would allow Jehovah’s Holy Spirit to work and help him with his doubts. This Brother Wanis was younger than Alfred’s son; Alfred had been an elder when this guy’s mum was still wiping his nose. Yet the Holy Spirit had appointed him an elder, and Alfred needed to respect that if he wanted Jehovah’s blessing. Alfred was no longer an elder and so he knew his place.
He told the two elders about how many he’d seen die believing Armageddon was going to come soon, and about the disappointment of 1975.
“So if they were wrong about that, what else might they have been wrong about?” Alfred knew he was in dangerous territory, but he knew these young elders would not disregard his sincerity.
Brother Wanis’ eyes glittered like obsidian. He tensed as though about to pounce, then calmed as Brother Edrupt shot him a glare.
Still, through tight lips, those black eyes like a hawk’s, he intoned, “Alfred, do you believe the Governing Body is directed by Jehovah?”
Alfred was stunned. He knew from years of being an elder that this was the ‘apostasy’ question. He’d expected some scriptural thought or encouraging true story and not an inquisition. It was never that way when he was an elder.
“Christopher, that’s the apostasy question! I am not an apostate. I just have some doubts, since Barbara’s death I’ve had a lot of time to think…”
“Yes,” the colourless Brother Edrupt came to life, “We miss Barbara. She was such a good example to the young ones, and married sisters who had problems with submission. We all miss her.”
“And if you want to see her again, Alfred, you have to get your thinking in line with the Faithful and Discreet Slave,” said Christopher.
Alfred felt the colour drain from his being. Of course he wanted to see her again, and be with Adam forever too. After so many decades, he couldn’t give up now. He remembered the words of Jesus: “But he who endures to the end is the one who will be saved.”
Brother Edrupt spoke again in a kindly voice. “Alfred, we know you’re a faithful brother. We know you love Jehovah. You’re just having some doubts. Do you think maybe Satan is taking advantage of your emotions right now? Of course he is. You are the one he wants to get now. Barbara slipped his noose by dying faithful to Jehovah. And we are so close, so close, to the end. For you to give in now would be throwing away all the blessings Jehovah has given your for your faithful service to him.
“Think about how much you have been blessed by Jehovah. Adam a substitute CO. All those people you helped come into the Truth. Service privileges. Pioneering. And you’ve never gone without anything materially: I remember once Barbara told me that although you were supporting her and Adam when he was very young, working long hours for little pay and putting Jehovah first, you managed to buy her that opal ring!”
Ah yes, thought Alfred. How she loved that opal ring. It was not really a blessing, but a necessity, something small to give Barbara in lieu of the other child she wanted.
Alfred just looked at Brother Edrupt and then at Christopher. "You know brothers, that's actually one of the things that got me thinking. Barbara loved that ring and I sent it to the Branch Office in Sydney according to her will. Barb's dying wish that it be sold to make Kingdom Halls in Africa and her will stipulated that. But I never got a receipt or acknowledgement for it."
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Next part will come hopefully before the weekend.
i'm extremely neutral in our house, so it's not my influence - honest!.
my 11-year old is light-years advanced with his intelligence and humour.. he's going around the house singing "listen, obey, and be castrated.".
was not impressed.. pretty hard to contain my laughter..
Good kid. I like him.
some judged me for going/having gone to university.
some judged me for being 'too smart.
' some judged my non jw brother for being in the army.
Single mums and sisters who divorce their drop kick Jw husbands on non 'scriptural' grounds cop a lot of the hairy eyeball. And sisters who marry non believers: well the watchtower itself says they're rebellious and not waiting on Jehovah.
some judged me for going/having gone to university.
some judged me for being 'too smart.
' some judged my non jw brother for being in the army.
Ah yes, facial hair. It was a huge no no in my area. The occasional moustache slipped thru but not that often.
What about parents being judged because of their kids?