well I guess I am a herd animal after all...

by Mommie Dark 8 Replies latest jw friends

  • Mommie Dark
    Mommie Dark

    ...because I have been needing the flock to share this horror with me.

    I've spent more time hanging around the board and chat in the last 24 hours than I usually devote in a week. It just feels like nobody understands the peculiar blend of numb and sick I'm feeling quite like you folks do. There's a comfort in it somehow.

    I watch, appalled, as the media lapses into the pornography of violence, as the rhetoric machine cranks up, preparing to desensitize us all to the individual horrors, so we can be shielded by our whipped-up nationalist fervors during the inevitable military retribution.

    Papa asks me why I am sitting holding my head with both hands. I tell him I'm trying to keep my brain from falling out. I can't grasp the enormity of the suffering girdling the planet, but I can feel the suffocating fear of every single wretched grieving soul today. It's wearying.

    Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose...death and destruction are horrors no matter where, when, or why. This platitude, although true, is comfortless under the circumstances. Since I have foregone the dubious pleasures of praying up my woes to an imaginary friend, I've relied on rational thought to guide me. Unfortunately, rational thought about irrational religiopolitical hatred is giving me a tremendous brainlock. Thus I find myself haunting the board, just wanting the comfort of the familiar. Of extended family...

  • Esmeralda
    Esmeralda
    Since I have foregone the dubious pleasures of praying up my woes to an imaginary friend, I've relied on rational thought to guide me. Unfortunately, rational thought about irrational religiopolitical hatred is giving me a tremendous brainlock. Thus I find myself haunting the board, just wanting the comfort of the familiar. Of extended family...

    Me too, MD. I thought several times about praying yesterday, but to who? To loving Jehovah who lets babies be abused, others die, and will 'lovingly' execute billions to bring the great 'saving' of the righteous?

    Somehow, that didn't appeal to me.

    I too am weary, physically ill seeing the suffering. Knowing that now, in its infancy, the shock hasn't even given way to full realisation yet of how many souls have been lost.

    Love you much, MD

    *needing a hug too*
    es

  • peaceloveharmony
    peaceloveharmony

    (((((((essie & mommie dark)))))))

    i have no words to describe my feelings, i'm still in shock and my heart aches.

    love and hugs to all
    harmony

    Most people think, Great God will come from the skies, Take away everything And make everybody feel high. But if you know what life is worth, You will look for yours on earth: And now you see the light, You stand up for your rights.~~Bob Marley

  • Esmeralda
    Esmeralda

    Thanks Harmony...((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))) back to you

    essie

  • DannyBear
    DannyBear

    Mommie Dark,

    I found myself in the same position 'hands on my head' several times yesterday.

    You expressed the gut wrenching emotions, and resultant need for fellowship, I'am feeling right now.

    Thanks for expressing it so well.

    Danny

  • Tina
    Tina

    ((((((((mommieD es Harmy))))))))))))))))) I know how you're feeling. Exhausted,luv yas ,T

    Carl Sagan on balancing openness to new ideas with skeptical scrutiny..."if you are open to the point of gullibility and have not an ounce of skeptical sense-you cannot distinguish useful ideas from worthless ones."

  • Gopher
    Gopher

    (( GROUP HUGS TO ALL ON JWD )) --- will continue to be needed for the indefinite future....

    GopherWhy shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.
    Mark Twain (1835-1910)

  • GinnyTosken
    GinnyTosken

    MommieD,

    I sympathize. This morning I listened to NPR and heard a woman who is still waiting for news from her husband, who worked on the 96th floor of building one. She wailed, "What if he's in pain? What if he's dying and I can't be there to hold his hand? I wish I could go there myself and search and dig."

    My son is away on a camping trip with his class. They asked us not to call, but who expected this? I thought he'd be missing me, but I find myself needing him. I broke down this morning and called the school. There are no televisions or radios at the camp, so the children have been shielded from the full impact of what has happened.

    My father still believes JW dogma and suffers from panic attacks. I worried about him Tuesday morning, thinking he would be alone when he heard the news and would have an attack, sure that Armageddon was on the way. I threw on some clothes and hurried over. As it turned out, my mom was home, and we all watched the news together, over and over. Dad was more calm about it than I was. When I wondered aloud if the towers would be rebuilt, Dad answered, "There won't be any time for rebuilding, Ginny."

    I'm sickened when I read and hear so much about revenge, retaliation, punishment, etc. When will humans learn that violence and retaliation only perpetuate hatred and misunderstanding?

    When they show the people in Palestine celebrating in the streets, I ask myself, "Wasn't it supposed to be just like that when the walls of Jericho came tumbling down?"

    What is the solution? How do we cope with people who try to manipulate with fear and terror? What can one person do?

    For me, the principles are the same whether we're talking about child abuse, spouse abuse, organizations that abuse people, or terrorists. Abusers must be restrained from further abuse. Then we must get at the root of the problem--the thinking and feelings that lead to violent behavior.

    I've posted this a few times before, but I keep coming back to it. I thought I'd share it one more time.

    Ginny

    THE ENEMY MAKER

    Sam Keen

    TO CREATE AN ENEMY

    Start with an empty canvas
    Sketch in broad outline the forms of
    men, women, and children.

    Dip into the unconscious well of your own
    disowned darkness
    with a wide brush and
    stain the strangers with the sinister hue
    of the shadow.

    Trace onto the face of the enemy the greed,
    hatred, carelessness you dare not claim as
    your own.

    Obscure the sweet individuality of each face.

    Erase all hints of the myriad loves, hopes,
    fears that play through the kaleidoscope of
    every finite heart.

    Twist the smile until it forms the downward
    arc of cruelty.

    Strip flesh from bone until only the
    abstract skeleton of death remains.

    Exaggerate each feature until man is
    metamorphosized into beast, vermin, insect.

    Fill in the background with malignant
    figures from ancient nightmares--devils,
    demons, myrmidons of evil.

    When your icon of the enemy is complete
    you will be able to kill without guilt,
    slaughter without shame.

    The thing you destroy will have become
    merely an enemy of God, an impediment
    to the sacred dialectic of history.

  • SixofNine
    SixofNine

    Hi MommyD, I read this today:

    The German philosopher Ludwig Wittenstein declared, "the limits of my language are the limits of my world."

    I think most of us are feeling our limitations today. What to make of something that leaves us speechless?

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