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  JWs and those scary demons.

  by Pronger1 in

  1. watchtower
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  found a few good laughs at this blog from a missionary in both the blog and the comments.. http://ilynca.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-demons-are-like-chickens.html.

  " he confirms with a laugh as he shakes his head.

  "one time my family planted a field and another man planted a field right next to ours.

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  Or cyanide poisoning from farming cassava.
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  A Dummy's Guide to the 'This generation' doctrine

  by Honesty in

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  a jehovah's witness explains the watchtower society's 'this generation' doctrine..... .

  http://www.topix.com/forum/religion/jehovahs-witness/t3heh0tafiuk6f9t3.

  what do you think about his explanation?.

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  So a baby born today, in 2014, is in the same generation as someone born in 1974. Yeah ok. He is undergoing cognitive dissonance as is trying to explain it away.
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  Any active jws, without using the phrase "God must have..." Can you prove that Noah's ark actually happened

  by DuvanMuvan in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  i have a number of problems with the noah's ark story that i could never find the answer to in the bible and so i thought i could ask here:.

  1.how did noah get animals that are indigenous to areas he could not get to (e,g penguins, koalas, kangaroos, moose etc) .

  2.the flood supposedly happened around 4000 years ago but there is evidence of civilisation dating back a lot further.

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  The problem with the article talking about vast underground water reservoirs is this. I quote from the above linked article.

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  Hans Keppler, a geologist at the University of Bayreuth in Germany, cautioned against extrapolating the size of the subterranean water find from a single sample of ringwoodite.

  He also said the water was likely to be locked up in specific rocks, in a molecular form called hydroxyl.

  " Hydroxl isnt water. Water is H2O. Hydroxl is OH. It is missing a second hydrogen atom. It would require undergoing a chemical process to gain that extra hydrogen atom. Take Sodium and Hydroxl and you get Sodium Hydroxide. Add hydrochloric acid and the result would be water and salt.
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  Any active jws, without using the phrase "God must have..." Can you prove that Noah's ark actually happened

  by DuvanMuvan in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  i have a number of problems with the noah's ark story that i could never find the answer to in the bible and so i thought i could ask here:.

  1.how did noah get animals that are indigenous to areas he could not get to (e,g penguins, koalas, kangaroos, moose etc) .

  2.the flood supposedly happened around 4000 years ago but there is evidence of civilisation dating back a lot further.

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  Correct. It was over a year for the waters to recede according to the Biblical account.
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  JWs and those scary demons.

  by Pronger1 in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  found a few good laughs at this blog from a missionary in both the blog and the comments.. http://ilynca.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-demons-are-like-chickens.html.

  " he confirms with a laugh as he shakes his head.

  "one time my family planted a field and another man planted a field right next to ours.

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  Actually found the full article that is even more ridiculous.

  *** w87 9/1 pp. 7-10 Shaking Off the Yoke of Spiritism ***
  Shaking Off the Yoke of Spiritism
  CALAMITY struck my family when I was a girl of 14. At that time, a vicious murderer began to eliminate my relatives. His first victims were my sister’s children—all nine of them. Then he turned against her husband. Shortly thereafter, he killed one of my sisters too. Four more of my brothers and sisters followed, until only my mother and I were left. Oh, was I frightened!
  During the years that followed, I ate, worked, and slept in daily dread. I wondered: ‘When will he strike? And who will be next—Mother or I?’
  My Background
  To help you understand what happened afterward, let me tell you about my background. In 1917, I was born as a member of the Paramaccaner Bush-Negroe tribe on an island in the Maroni River in Suriname. My forefathers were den lowenengre, or runaway slaves, who had fled into the jungle to eke out a hard but free life. Well, actually it was a life free from slavery to men but not free from the demons.
  Everyday life in our village was ruled by demon and ancestor worship. To bind others with a spell and bring sickness and death upon their fellowman, some people used wisi, black magic, or they enlisted the help of a koenoe (pronounced koo noo), a teaser. These teasers are believed to be persons who were mistreated by a family member. After their death, they supposedly return to the family to wreak vengeance. Actually, however, these teasers are debased demons that force people to worship them.
  As a member of the Evangelical Brother Community, a Protestant church, I also learned something about God. Although I was left in the dark about how to worship him, the rain forest around me gave abundant proof that he is a good Provider. ‘I want to worship a good God but not an evil spirit that causes suffering,’ I reasoned. I knew that teasers enjoy torturing their unwilling victims until death.
  Imagine how shocked I was to find out that enemies of our family had sent a koenoe to us. I was 14 years old when he set out on his deadly mission. Twenty-six years later, only Mother and I were left.
  The First Encounter
  Mother was a hard worker. One day, while walking to her farm, she was knocked down and could not get up. The koenoe had chosen my mother. Her health weakened and she became paralyzed. She needed help—my help. But I was torn between love for her and fear of the demon that possessed her. During the attacks of the koenoe, however, poor Mother cried out in so much pain that I could not bear it any longer and laid her head in my lap for comfort. She then calmed down, but I felt “hands” squeezing my body.
  When I wanted to flee, Mother cried again. So for her sake I stayed and endured my first shivering encounter with this killer. I was 40 years old.
  Intensified Attacks
  Mother died. Only three days later, I heard a friendly voice saying: “Lintina, Lintina, don’t you hear me? I’m calling you.” That was the beginning of a misery so great that I wished for a quick death.
  First the demon troubled me only when I was going to sleep. As I was about to doze off, the voice would awaken me, talking about burial places and death. Losing sleep made me feel weak, although I continued caring for my children.
  Later the demon stepped up his attacks. Several times I felt as if he were strangling me. Though I tried to run away, I could not because a heavy weight seemed to press on my body. I wanted to scream but could not produce a sound. Still, I refused to worship my attacker.
  Upon recuperating after each attack, I resumed farming, growing cassava and sugarcane and selling them at the market in a small coastal town. It became easier to make a living, but my worst sufferings were ahead.
  Searching for a Cure
  One day I heard the foreboding voice of the demon say, “I will make your belly swell like a ball.” Some time later, there was a hard lump in my belly that grew bigger until I looked pregnant. Really frightened, I wondered: ‘Can God, the Creator, help me to get rid of the koenoe? Can He send a good and stronger spirit to chase him away?’ To find out, I went to a bonoeman, a witch doctor.
  The first witch doctor gave me tapoes, or amulets, but the swelling remained. Determined to find a cure, I traveled from one bonoeman to another—all to no avail. Between those visits, I continued farming to get funds to buy the beer, wine, champagne, and loincloths to pay the witch doctors. Many times they advised: “Kneel down for the koenoe. Beg him as your master. Worship him, and he will leave you.” But how could I kneel for a spirit that tortured me and wanted to kill me? I could not.
  However, in desperation I did everything else that the witch doctors told me to do. One of them treated me for five months. He bathed me with herbs and pressed the juice of 11 different plants into my eyes—“to purify them,” he said as I screamed from pain. But at the end of the treatment, I went home penniless, abused, and sicker than ever.
  “This Is Your End”
  One of my sons, who lives in the Netherlands, sent me money to continue the search for help. So I went to a medical doctor in the capital. After an examination, he said: “I cannot help you. Go and see a bonoeman.” So I tried a spirit medium of East Indian origin—but again no help. I headed home but got only as far as the capital, where I reached the house of one of my daughters. There I collapsed—broke and sick. In vain, I had spent 17 years and 15,000 guilders ($8,300, U.S.) searching for a cure. I was 57 years old.
  Next, the demon threatened: “I’m finished with you. This is your end.”
  “But you are not God, you are not Jesus,” I cried.
  “Even God cannot stop me,” the demon answered. “Your days are numbered.”
  The Final Struggle
  Some weeks passed. Meena, a neighbor lady who was a full-time minister of Jehovah’s Witnesses, asked my daughter about my condition and said: “Your mother can be helped but only with the Bible.” Overhearing the conversation, I walked toward them. Before I reached them, however, I was thrown to the ground. Meena hurriedly came and said: “That demon will not leave you alone. The only one that can help you is Jehovah, no one else.” Then she prayed with me to Jehovah God and began to visit me. But the more she visited me, the fiercer were the demon’s attacks. During the night, my body shook so violently that no one in the house could sleep. I stopped eating and had moments when I completely lost my mind.
  My condition became so serious that my sons came from the interior to take me back to my village to die. Being too weak to travel, I refused. But feeling death approaching, I called the Witness to say farewell. Meena explained from the Bible that even if I died, there is the resurrection hope.
  “Resurrection? What do you mean?”
  “God can raise you to life in Paradise,” she answered. A ray of hope!
  But that very night the demon possessed me. In a trance, I seemed to see the koenoe followed by a crowd of people. He ridiculed: “She thinks she is going to get a resurrection.” Then the crowd laughed and laughed. But then I did something I had never done before. I called: “Jehovah! Jehovah!” That is all I knew to say. And the demon left!
  My sons came again and begged: “Mama, don’t die in the city. Let us take you to your village.” I refused, for I wanted to learn more about Jehovah. “All right, perhaps I will still die,” I told them, “but I will at least have served the Creator.”
  Like a Strong Tower
  Meena and other Witnesses continued visiting me. They taught me to pray to Jehovah. Among other things, they told me about the issue between Jehovah and Satan and how the Devil brought suffering upon Job to get him to renounce God. Learning these things strengthened my conviction never to worship the demon. The Witnesses read a scripture that became dear to me: “The name of Jehovah is a strong tower. Into it the righteous runs and is given protection.”—Proverbs 18:10.
  Slowly my strength came back. When my son returned, I told him to wait outside. I dressed and tucked a blouse into my skirt to show that the swelling was almost gone. Then I walked outside.
  “Is this Mama Lintina?” my son blurted out.
  “Yes, it is—thanks to Jehovah, my God!”
  Taking My Stand
  From the moment I could walk a bit, I went to the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses. There I received so much encouragement from the friends that I never stopped attending meetings. A few months later, I accompanied the Witnesses in the public preaching work. Shortly thereafter, I was baptized and became a servant of Jehovah, my loving Rescuer. I was 58 years old.
  However, something remained to be done. Years earlier, back in my hut in the village, I had built an altar on which to offer sacrifices to my ancestors. To be spiritually clean, I had to destroy it. I asked Jehovah for help, since my action could cause an uproar among the villagers. When I reached my hut and opened the door, someone yelled: “Pingos!” (Wild hogs!) A herd was crossing the island and jumping into the river to swim across. Immediately, both young and old deserted the village for this easy catch. Thrilled, I knelt and thanked Jehovah for this development. Quickly, I dragged the altar outside, poured kerosene over it and set it on fire. The altar was gone before the crowd returned. Of course, they found out, but nothing could be done about it anymore. Thus, with peace of mind, I returned to the capital.
  From Misery to Happiness
  More blessings came my way. My son in the Netherlands did not believe the stories he had heard about me and boarded a plane for Suriname to see for himself. He was so happy to see me healthy that he bought a fine house for me in the capital, where I now live. What a change I have experienced—from a penniless slave of demons to a well-cared-for servant of Jehovah!
  Eleven years after my baptism, I have even more reason to be grateful. Moved by the many blessings I received, three of my children and one son-in-law also became interested in Bible truth and eventually dedicated their lives to Jehovah God. And time and again, I have related my experience with demonism when brothers and sisters have taken me along to see their Bible students who lack the courage to break free from the demons. In that way even those dreadful years have been of some use in the Kingdom-preaching activity.
  I lack sufficient words to express my gratitude to Jehovah, my God. Surely, I have seen his almighty hand in my behalf. Indeed, Jehovah has been good to me!—Compare Psalm 18:17-19.
  [Picture on page 7]
  In breaking free from spiritism, Lintina van Geenen learned that “the name of Jehovah is a strong tower”
  [Picture on page 9]
  Suriname hinterland where many people are captive to spiritism
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  JWs and those scary demons.

  by Pronger1 in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  found a few good laughs at this blog from a missionary in both the blog and the comments.. http://ilynca.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-demons-are-like-chickens.html.

  " he confirms with a laugh as he shakes his head.

  "one time my family planted a field and another man planted a field right next to ours.

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  I wasn't aware that this story on "Lintina" was actually published by the WTS.

  http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1101991214

  Oh, but another WTS paints a different picture of what happened that if anything is a mixture of post traumatic stress disorder and local superstition.

  Such blessings far outweigh the pain and struggle required to shake off the yoke of spiritism. Breaking away, though, can be an ordeal. Lintina van Geenen, a woman in Suriname, had that experience. Next, we will see how she wrestled for years but finally succeeded.

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  Shaking

  Off the Yoke of Spiritism

  CALAMITY struck my family when I was a girl of 14. At that time, a vicious murderer began to eliminate my relatives. His first victims were my sister’s children—all nine of them. Then he turned against her husband. Shortly thereafter, he killed one of my sisters too. Four more of my brothers and sisters followed, until only my mother and I were left. Oh, was I frightened!

  During the years that followed, I ate, worked, and slept in daily dread. I wondered: ‘When will he strike? And who will be next—Mother or I?’

  To bind others with a spell and bring sickness and death upon their fellowman, some people used wisi, black magic, or they enlisted the help of a koenoe (pronounced koo noo), a teaser. These teasers are believed to be persons who were mistreated by a family member. After their death, they supposedly return to the family to wreak vengeance. Actually, however, these teasers are debased demons that force people to worship them.

  Imagine how shocked I was to find out that enemies of our family had sent a koenoeto us. I was 14 years old when he set out on his deadly mission. Twenty-six years later, only Mother and I were left.

  The

  First Encounter

  Mother was a hard worker. One day, while walking to her farm, she was knocked down and could not get up. The koenoe had chosen my mother. Her health weakened and she became paralyzed. She needed help—my help. But I was torn between love for her and fear of the demon that possessed her. During the attacks of the koenoe, however, poor Mother cried out in so much pain that I could not bear it any longer and laid her head in my lap for comfort. She then calmed down, but I felt "hands" squeezing my body.

  When I wanted to flee, Mother cried again. So for her sake I stayed and endured my first shivering encounter with this killer. I was 40 years old.

  Intensified

  Attacks

  Mother died. Only three days later, I heard a friendly voice saying: "Lintina, Lintina, don’t you hear me? I’m calling you." That was the beginning of a misery so great that I wished for a quick death.

  First the demon troubled me only when I was going to sleep. As I was about to doze off, the voice would awaken me, talking about burial places and death. Losing sleep made me feel weak, although I continued caring for my children.

  Later the demon stepped up his attacks. Several times I felt as if he were strangling me. Though I tried to run away, I could not because a heavy weight seemed to press on my body. I wanted to scream but could not produce a sound. Still, I refused to worship my attacker.

  Upon recuperating after each attack, I resumed farming, growing cassava and sugarcane and selling them at the market in a small coastal town. It became easier to make a living, but my worst sufferings were ahead.

  Searching

  for a Cure

  One day I heard the foreboding voice of the demon say, "I will make your belly swell like a ball." Some time later, there was a hard lump in my belly that grew bigger until I looked pregnant. Really frightened, I wondered: ‘Can God, the Creator, help me to get rid of the koenoe? Can He send a good and stronger spirit to chase him away?’ To find out, I went to a bonoeman, a witch doctor.

  The first witch doctor gave me tapoes, or amulets, but the swelling remained. Determined to find a cure, I traveled from one bonoeman to another—all to no avail. Between those visits, I continued farming to get funds to buy the beer, wine, champagne, and loincloths to pay the witch doctors. Many times they advised: "Kneel down for the koenoe. Beg him as your master. Worship him, and he will leave you." But how could I kneel for a spirit that tortured me and wanted to kill me? I could not.

  However, in desperation I did everything else that the witch doctors told me to do. One of them treated me for five months. He bathed me with herbs and pressed the juice of 11 different plants into my eyes—"to purify them," he said as I screamed from pain. But at the end of the treatment, I went home penniless, abused, and sicker than ever.

  "This

  Is Your End"

  One of my sons, who lives in the Netherlands, sent me money to continue the search for help. So I went to a medical doctor in the capital. After an examination, he said: "I cannot help you. Go and see a bonoeman." So I tried a spirit medium of East Indian origin—but again no help. I headed home but got only as far as the capital, where I reached the house of one of my daughters. There I collapsed—broke and sick. In vain, I had spent 17 years and 15,000 guilders ($8,300, U.S.) searching for a cure. I was 57 years old.

  Next, the demon threatened: "I’m finished with you. This is your end."

  "But you are not God, you are not Jesus," I cried.

  "Even God cannot stop me," the demon answered. "Your days are numbered."

  The

  Final Struggle

  Some weeks passed. Meena, a neighbor lady who was a full-time minister of Jehovah’s Witnesses, asked my daughter about my condition and said: "Your mother can be helped but only with the Bible." Overhearing the conversation, I walked toward them. Before I reached them, however, I was thrown to the ground. Meena hurriedly came and said: "That demon will not leave you alone. The only one that can help you is Jehovah, no one else." Then she prayed with me to Jehovah God and began to visit me. But the more she visited me, the fiercer were the demon’s attacks. During the night, my body shook so violently that no one in the house could sleep. I stopped eating and had moments when I completely lost my mind.

  My condition became so serious that my sons came from the interior to take me back to my village to die. Being too weak to travel, I refused. But feeling death approaching, I called the Witness to say farewell. Meena explained from the Bible that even if I died, there is the resurrection hope.

  "Resurrection? What do you mean?"

  "God can raise you to life in Paradise," she answered. A ray of hope!

  But that very night the demon possessed me. In a trance, I seemed to see thekoenoe followed by a crowd of people. He ridiculed: "She thinks she is going to get a resurrection." Then the crowd laughed and laughed. But then I did something I had never done before. I called: "Jehovah! Jehovah!" That is all I knew to say. And the demon left!

  My sons came again and begged: "Mama, don’t die in the city. Let us take you to your village." I refused, for I wanted to learn more about Jehovah. "All right, perhaps I will still die," I told them, "but I will at least have served the Creator."

  Like

  a Strong Tower

  Meena and other Witnesses continued visiting me. They taught me to pray to Jehovah. Among other things, they told me about the issue between Jehovah and Satan and how the Devil brought suffering upon Job to get him to renounce God. Learning these things strengthened my conviction never to worship the demon. The Witnesses read a scripture that became dear to me: "The name of Jehovah is a strong tower. Into it the righteous runs and is given protection."—Proverbs 18:10.

  Slowly my strength came back. When my son returned, I told him to wait outside. I dressed and tucked a blouse into my skirt to show that the swelling was almost gone. Then I walked outside.

  "Is this Mama Lintina?" my son blurted out.

  "Yes, it is—thanks to Jehovah, my God!"

  Taking

  My Stand

  From the moment I could walk a bit, I went to the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses. There I received so much encouragement from the friends that I never stopped attending meetings. A few months later, I accompanied the Witnesses in the public preaching work. Shortly thereafter, I was baptized and became a servant of Jehovah, my loving Rescuer. I was 58 years old.

  However, something remained to be done. Years earlier, back in my hut in the village, I had built an altar on which to offer sacrifices to my ancestors. To be spiritually clean, I had to destroy it. I asked Jehovah for help, since my action could cause an uproar among the villagers. When I reached my hut and opened the door, someone yelled: "Pingos!" (Wild hogs!) A herd was crossing the island and jumping into the river to swim across. Immediately, both young and old deserted the village for this easy catch. Thrilled, I knelt and thanked Jehovah for this development. Quickly, I dragged the altar outside, poured kerosene over it and set it on fire. The altar was gone before the crowd returned. Of course, they found out, but nothing could be done about it anymore. Thus, with peace of mind, I returned to the capital.

  From Misery to Happiness

  More blessings came my way. My son in the Netherlands did not believe the stories he had heard about me and boarded a plane for Suriname to see for himself. He was so happy to see me healthy that he bought a fine house for me in the capital, where I now live. What a change I have experienced—from a penniless slave of demons to a well-cared-for servant of Jehovah!

  Eleven years after my baptism, I have even more reason to be grateful. Moved by the many blessings I received, three of my children and one son-in-law also became interested in Bible truth and eventually dedicated their lives to Jehovah God. And time and again, I have related my experience with demonism when brothers and sisters have taken me along to see their Bible students who lack the courage to break free from the demons. In that way even those dreadful years have been of some use in the Kingdom-preaching activity.

  I lack sufficient words to express my gratitude to Jehovah, my God. Surely, I have seen his almighty hand in my behalf. Indeed, Jehovah has been good to me!—Compare Psalm 18:17-19.
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  Any active jws, without using the phrase "God must have..." Can you prove that Noah's ark actually happened

  by DuvanMuvan in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  i have a number of problems with the noah's ark story that i could never find the answer to in the bible and so i thought i could ask here:.

  1.how did noah get animals that are indigenous to areas he could not get to (e,g penguins, koalas, kangaroos, moose etc) .

  2.the flood supposedly happened around 4000 years ago but there is evidence of civilisation dating back a lot further.

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  Pronger1

  There is evidence of localized devastating flooding, but none for a global flood. And the JWs belief of a water canopy above the earth defies physics.
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  JWs and those scary demons.

  by Pronger1 in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  found a few good laughs at this blog from a missionary in both the blog and the comments.. http://ilynca.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-demons-are-like-chickens.html.

  " he confirms with a laugh as he shakes his head.

  "one time my family planted a field and another man planted a field right next to ours.

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  Found a few good laughs at this blog from a missionary in both the blog and the comments.

  http://ilynca.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-demons-are-like-chickens.html

  ""I used to believe it myself!" He confirms with a laugh as he shakes his head. "One time my family planted a field and another man planted a field right next to ours. But every day the cows would come into OUR field and eat the young plants! My friend told me 'the other man must transform himself into a powerful cow and lead the others to eat in your field' and I believed him! Later I found out that he had put a chemical product all around the edges of his field so that as soon as the cows would smell it they would walk away and happily wonder over to my field, which had no chemicals, and start eating. I know now that Satan is very sneaky!"

  What possibly does the above have to do with Satan?

  "

  Today, Satan and the demons are as murderous as ever,...

  In fact, their evil activity has increased since they were thrown out of heaven,...

  Reports from around the world testify to their cruelty,...

  They plague some people with illness,...

  Others they harass at night, depriving them of sleep or giving them terrible dreams,...

  Others they abuse sexually,...

  Still others they drive to insanity, murder, or suicide,...

  Lintina, who lives in Suriname, relates that a demon, or bad spirit, killed 16 members of her family and tormented her physically and mentally for 18 years,...

  From firsthand experience she states that the demons enjoy torturing their unwilling victims until death,..."

  JWs love to criticism people for their superstitions, but fail to see they are extremely superstitious themselves. They believe these stories about demons ranging from possessing a smurf doll at a kingdom hall to killing 16 people in a family. It can't possibly be someone making up a story or someone with mental illness. It is those evil demons coming to get them.
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  Russian Parliament Approves Military Action in the Crimea

  by ABibleStudent in

  1. social
  2. current

  why did russian president vladimir putin ask the russian parliament to approve using military forces to keep the peace in the crimea, instead of asking the un?

  why did the russian parliment pass a law approving military force instead of asking for the un to send peace keeping forces to the crimea (http://www.cnn.com/2014/03/01/world/europe/ukraine-politics/index.html?hpt=hp_t1)?.

  is russia spiralling into a totalitarian dictatorship like germany in the 1930's and the soviet union from 1920's - 1990's with information control and coercive tactics?

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  Russia is stepping in to protect Russian people. The US and Europe should butt out. Russia has not invaded all of Ukraine.
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  JW's Anti-Gay position puts them in the axis of ignorance

  by scotoma in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  darkest area is most anti-gay.

  perhaps they need to focus on those areas since they seem to agree with them on this issue.

  jehovah.

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  The evidence is growing that homosexuality is a birth defect due to hormonal conditions of the mother while the fetus is developing. The ratio of finger lengths of gays is different that straight. Gay men are more likely to have hair on the back of their head curl counterclockwise than straight men. Both of which are biological markers affected by hormones. Women who smoke or take estrogen are more likely to have gay children. Women who have multiple children are more likely to have a gay child due to their immune system reaction to male hormones. The brain structure of gay men has been shown to be similar to that of women compared to straight men. The increase of synthetic hormones in our bodies due to plastics, hormone treated animals has been shown to have an impact on fetus' in pregnant women.

  Granted, it isn't a crippling birth defect being more along the lines of male pattern baldness than say Downs' Syndrome.