I wrote the Insight book*.
~Bradley
*(volume 2)
was it being able to join the theocratic ministry school?
being a regular pioneer?
"handling microphones"?
I wrote the Insight book*.
~Bradley
*(volume 2)
well, it has been almost three years since i silently and dramatically vanished from the world of the watchtower.
moving an hour away from my congregation's territory and not answering phone calls was all i needed to avoid having to wear the letter "a" on my chest.
but, that could all change this saturday.
Kate,
Nice to see that handle on my computer screen again. Hope you and Craig are doing well.
B.
making women put a napkin on their head in the presence of a male to say a prayer or whatever.
that always made me laugh.
Remember, it's the information board, not the bulletin board. Pagan.
B.
well, it has been almost three years since i silently and dramatically vanished from the world of the watchtower.
moving an hour away from my congregation's territory and not answering phone calls was all i needed to avoid having to wear the letter "a" on my chest.
but, that could all change this saturday.
Listener,
Wow!! Gilead!! You have to be a super-dub to get in.
My sister and her husband are exactly that. Especially my brother-in-law. He's even put a fence around the fences the JWs have put up around the Bible. For instance, he doesn't see PG-13 movies and once -- no, I'm not kidding about this -- suggested to me only to wear white shirts on the platform. He's an oddball. A kind-hearted, obsessive-compulsive oddball, but an oddball nonetheless.
I only wish there were some sexually-repressed Witness girls there. That would be nice. Which reminds me...
An ex-JW friend of mine recently informed me a very prominant pioneer-Super Dub daughter of an elder gave him a BJ after field service in their car one day (or night, hopefull night!). I was shocked for about a minute, but then the shock subsided. Nothing shocks me anymore about JWs, especially the young "good" JWs. The more I hear the more I come to the realization that I was an ABNORMAL Witness youth. I really believed it and lived it sincerely**
Bradley
**except for a "secret sin" that I was dealing with. It's a secret, though, so I can't tell you or anyone about it. I'm sure you all won't be able to figure it out.
well, it has been almost three years since i silently and dramatically vanished from the world of the watchtower.
moving an hour away from my congregation's territory and not answering phone calls was all i needed to avoid having to wear the letter "a" on my chest.
but, that could all change this saturday.
Mary,
My sister invited me. She asked me to help out by watching some of the kids that will be there. Is that to keep me away from the elders or something? Who knows.
Yes, I'm going. Freedom.
B.
well, it has been almost three years since i silently and dramatically vanished from the world of the watchtower.
moving an hour away from my congregation's territory and not answering phone calls was all i needed to avoid having to wear the letter "a" on my chest.
but, that could all change this saturday.
Hello again,
Well, it has been almost three years since I silently and dramatically vanished from the world of the Watchtower. Moving an hour away from my congregation's territory and not answering phone calls was all I needed to avoid having to wear the letter "A" on my chest. But, that could all change this Saturday. How exciting!
As I mentioned a couple months ago, my sister and her husband have been accepted to Gilead. This Saturday they are throwing a goodbye party at their house for family...and a few friends, one of whom is the Presiding Overseer of the last congregation I was at. I wonder if he will suggest a little "visit"?
Okay, so is it just me or is it downright STRANGE that I, a person who has admitted to reading Ray Franz, repudiated the Bible and has joined the "camp of the godless evolutionists" (that's a quote from a WT...hahaha!) have been invited to a Gilead going-away-party? I have a feeling it's going to be a four martini night when I come home Saturday.
Did I mention that some Witnesses I've run into have shunned me? Word on the street is I am "not of their sort" since I "went out from them" because, well, if I was "of their sort" I would have "remained with" them. (1 John 2:19) Let's anylyze that:
I am not of their sort
because
I went out from them
because
if I was of their sort
I wouldn't have left.
Sure, that's not circular logic!
Bradley
hello again gentle members, .
remember, i never said i was leaving for good in my "goodbye" post.
seems my life is getting a little more dubbish of late and i'd thought i'd pull a michael jordan "i'm back out of retirement...till next time" and fill you in.
I thought about that, Ross. Sometimes it takes "seeing the top" to notice how crummy the view is.
And, yes, the thought of death is more menacing than the Gilead thing. It's just weird for me to take, though. I mean, what do I do when I see my sis for the last time? Give her a hug? It's just a very weird situation. But....tough shit for me! Oh well!
B.
**Of course, I probably should give my df'd uncle another call. At this time he might be more willing to chat.
hello again gentle members, .
remember, i never said i was leaving for good in my "goodbye" post.
seems my life is getting a little more dubbish of late and i'd thought i'd pull a michael jordan "i'm back out of retirement...till next time" and fill you in.
Hello again gentle members,
Remember, I never said I was leaving for good in my "goodbye" post. Seems my life is getting a little more Dubbish of late and I'd thought I'd pull a Michael Jordan "I'm back out of retirement...till next time" and fill you in.
It's been a busy last couple of weeks. Besides starting a new school and getting involved there (I'm thinking about running for student government...hehe) my family is shriveling before my eyes. Three things in quick succession:
1) My grandmother -- in her mid-eighties -- enters the hospital with pneumonia. I visited her over the weekend and it seems her mind has taken a turn for the senile. Talking to her by her bedside we had a strange conversation. She thought I wasn't her grandson, but her son! This was weird. Scary. Finally she understood that it was me, but only after a few minutes. My mother took her home from the hospital and she didn't know the area around her house. My mother is frantic that she's going to die soon. Hence, "the spectre of death..."
2) My uncle's wife is also in the hospital and also possibly near death. The muscles around her lungs don't work anymore. She's on machines to keep her breathing and will undergo steroid treatment to try and reactivate her defective muscles. If this doesn't work..."the spectre of death." (Oh, I've never met this woman by the way. Nor my uncle. He was disfellowshipped well over twenty years ago and I wouldn't know the man if he walked right past me. I called him some months back and told him I was no longer a JW. I asked if he wanted to have lunch. I think this was so shocking and "weird" for him that he didn't give me a response! Nobody said life in a JW/ex-JW family would be a cake walk!)
and now for the kicker....
3) I learn that my sister and her husband have been accepted to Gliead and will be leaving for Patterson April 1. (How appropriate!)
This last item is really the one that's gotten to me. When I left the JWs over two years ago I essentially became dead to my sister, who is almost nine years older than me, by the way. Of course, she's pretty much become dead to me. I guess hearing about this monumental happening in her life just reinforces how far apart -- galaxys apart -- we really are. Obviously she and her husband Tom are thrilled about this "privelege" -- and people are Just So Happy for them as well (except my mom who is not too excited that her daughter will most likely be living in South America for the indefinite future! Just think what she's going to tell people, "Oh, yes my daughter's a missionary and my son's an apostate" LOL )
Strange goings-on folks. It's hard to put into words the feelings I have about this. It seems my family has just fallen to pieces, for better or worse (did I forget to mention that my other uncle, a loyal JW, has seperated from his loyal JW wife?). I guess the Buddhist idea of the impermanence of life really hits home these days -- the looming death of two family members, the further death of my relationship with my only sibling. Life is always in flux. Carpe diem.
Bradley
i'm leaving this forum...at least temporarily.
as i mentioned in conversation over dinner at the chicago apostafest, my upcoming school schedule (which begins next week) combined with my workload will make it very difficult to be an active member on this forum.
perhaps i'll check in occassionaly when life is a little slower but for now i'd better distance myself from the on-line scene or else the other elements in my life will suffer.
Couple comments,
I've often said that the more I know, the less I know. I think what that really means is, there is no such thing as absolute knowledge and there are always manifold perspectives on any one subject (although, all are not equal). So, in that sense, I don't know "shit" as 7006 mentions.
On the other hand, isn't that knowledge itself knowledge? Understanding that neither you or anyone else has The Answer is probably as close as one can come to that which you cannot get.
Bradley
i'm leaving this forum...at least temporarily.
as i mentioned in conversation over dinner at the chicago apostafest, my upcoming school schedule (which begins next week) combined with my workload will make it very difficult to be an active member on this forum.
perhaps i'll check in occassionaly when life is a little slower but for now i'd better distance myself from the on-line scene or else the other elements in my life will suffer.
Oh, I'll respond to this thread at least. (And this thread only....for today!)
No, no, no...I have not reached "closure" in this "recovery" process. There is no closure. Once you accept the fact that there is no closure, you will come as close to reaching "closure" as you possibly can; you'll stop trying (as I feel many here are) to reach some "closure" that will never come. Once you realize there is no salvation you will, in a sense, reach salvation. Life is a process and it is our damn Western Platonic-Christian hang-ups that plague our thoughts to think that there is a sharp distinction between "sick" and "healthy." It's all a continuum. Grey.
Everyone -- everyone, dammit -- is in a "recovery" process -- the entire human race! Whether it's drugs, or divorce, or poverty, or depression, or...every single human being is recovering from something. We think, as individuals, that we're special. You are not special. Nor I.
Bradley