Click, click, click. Just tryinna desensitive the apostachickie.
Blasty
The dog whisperer show guy says that dog aggression isn't about hate. He says there are no bad dogs. He says it's about fear, insecurity and needing to be dominant or submissive. Having grown up w dogs and other animals, on the farm, it makes sense to me.
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your hatred will destroy you
by Solace1998 174 Replies latest members adult
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Satanus
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SuperApostateGirl
There will always be someone in life that wants to drag you down,eh Blasty!
Keep up the good work!
XOXO
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caliber
Even a small child quickly learns how to use manners and sweetness to get the candy.... why can't we
as as adults remember this lesson when addressing other adults ?
Caliber
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Blasty
Hey satanus, that makes sense to me too.
Although, last year, when I was putting up the christmas lights. The owner let him off his leash for all of a minute, and the dog calmly walked over to me, I saw him coming, I pretended to ignore him, he got 1 foot from me, and went from quiet doggie, to "Destructor!!". He didn't get a hold of me, but he wanted to hehe.
Still doesn't disprove what your saying, he probably felt my christmas lights were ugly and would upset his owner, and then she'd beat him again. yeah she hits him, I don't approve, I bet that is why he is the way he is.
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Solace1998
"I think the definition of a "TROLL" is someone who deliberately incites others to reacte negatively, and then perpetuates the ensuing morass of insulting, defending, heckling, and general riotous behavior. The last person we had on here who did this was PROPLOG2. I guess we have another, unfortunately. My tactic is different now, though. I don't post on threads who were started by who I deem as trolls (contrary to what I'm doing here, I know), and I typically abandon threads which have been taken over by them. -dp"
you would be assuming that im deliberately trying to incite negative responses, and i think that is quite an assumption. I merely state the things i have seen - and i have certainly been learning alot here, not excluding the mentality of ex-jw's , myself included. It has provoked alot of "soul" searching.
So i guess its MY fault that the things aforementioned were said... i see. -
Anti-Christ
The dog whisperer show guy says that dog aggression isn't about hate. He says there are no bad dogs. He says it's about fear, insecurity and needing to be dominant or submissive. Having grown up w dogs and other animals, on the farm, it makes sense to me.
sounds a lot like human behaviour.
I'm trying to understand Solace, at first I did not like the way he "said" things on this board but now I'm starting to see that maybe he just like the rest of us here, he is very different then "normal" people. I agree that some are very fast at judging someone new. It's like BTS I did not like him at first but more and more I am realising that we seem to have a lot in common, then again it's very difficult to "know" somebody just by reading a post. I also notice that a lot of ex-jw seem to be uncomfortable with finding anything positive with the WT, it is very understandable. So if someone seems to "defend" the WT this person might be labeled an apologist or a troll. BTW I hate labels. We all have one thing in common, we were f*&k over by the WT in one way or the other.
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Solace1998
i will do my best to increasingly do better at posting according to what i am saying in this thread. But i will not stop telling my positive experiences, or telling it how it is (*perhaps with a bit more tact) -- and i will not stop questioning!!!! But i just want to learn, jesus tittyf%^king christ!!!!
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Blasty
hehe Solace, your alright. You may be a bit on the sensitive side, but ah well. We all got our issues. I could write a book on my issues, but who would read it?
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Anti-Christ
will do my best to increasingly do better at posting according to what i am saying in this thread. But i will not stop telling my positive experiences, or telling it how it is (*perhaps with a bit more tact) -- and i will not stop questioning!!!! But i just want to learn, jesus tittyf%^king christ!!!!
Do what you must do, we are who we are and you do not owe anything to anybody here.
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Solace1998
neither do i think you owe anything to me.
that is my post limit wow!!!
well, you guys can have some peace without me a while.
be sure to check out this elders music myspace (in the MTS program, a media guy for the building commitee up there, and pioneer, no less, how come HE is allowed a myspace, when the society comments AGAINST IT??)
http://www.myspace.com/emaremusic
and this pathetic jw email:
To : <[email protected]>, "Marisa Kristofiak" <[email protected]>
Subject : FW: One day of the Real life - get the kleenex out!
Date : Fri, Jul 18, 2008 10:43 AM
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brothers are dis-fellowshipped isn't because of wrong doing, it's because
the New System isn't a reality. Read this all the way thru, it is truly a
dose of what is yet to come. I know all of us have been affected from losing
someone we love in death, or physically spent from this tiresome system.
It will make us all look at the new system in a different light.
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'One day of the Real Life' - Written by a sister
Nowadays I like getting up with the sun and starting my day while it's
fresh and new. No more hitting that snooze button until the very last
minute and dreading the workday ahead of me! I feel better and better
every day, and I can't help but notice I look better too. I have
several jobs, and today I am privileged to be doing my very favorite
task! Besides studying with newly resurrected ones, I have been
granted the privilege of using my home as a sort of New System Bed and
Breakfast. While the Resurrection Center was being constructed, I had a
house full, 2 couples and two single sisters who lived here with me
temporarily. Now that that work is over, families who live too far away
from the Resurrection Center come and stay with me, sometimes just a few
nights, often a week while their newly resurrected loved ones acclimate
to this wonderful new world. This house has seen so much joy!
I have company arriving today - two fleshly brothers whose parents died
in a car accident and are going to be resurrected in the same week. I
want to make something special for tonight, so I head out to the
raspberry patch to gather some to add to the apple pie I'm
planning for dessert. The fox family that lives among the raspberry
bushes come out to greet me, the mother elegantly gliding toward me to
have her chin scratched, and three cubs tumbling over each other in
their play. My chickens aren't a bit alarmed at all these foxes
nearby, they go on searching for worms and scratching around the yard,
clucking contentedly to one another.
I'm nearly finished gathering berries when I notice two people coming
along the path at the top of the hill. My Mother and her sister JoeAnn
often come over for a cup of tea early in the morning; their home is
only a 15 minute walk away through a beautiful wildflower garden,
around the little pond, then through the forest and down the grassy hill
to my house. The two of them are halfway here when a tall blond boy
emerges from the woods, running as fast as his long legs will
carry him to catch up to them. Their conversation stops as they turn at
the sound, the youth skids to a stop to talk to them. Whatever Mom tells
him, I can see it's what he was hoping for, because he hugs her so hard
he picks her up, and then leaving the path he runs to wards the barn. My
favorite Icelandic mare has a two week old foal, so I know where my
brother is heading!
He notices me as he runs, he waves but doesn't slow down - I'm glad,
even after all these years I still get tears in my eyes sometimes at the
sight of him. Dougie had died in the old world when he was only a baby,
and the day he was resurrected was one of the happiest of all of our
lives. My dear Mom had kept so much of the pain of losing him to
herself, but when they placed her baby boy in her arms, she cried
tears of joy for days afterwards. She and JoeAnn have really enjoyed
raising him, from a chubby blond baby to an enthusiastic teenager now as
tall as me, and sure to grow taller.
I'm glad Dougie - no, he wants to be called Doug now, he thinks it
sounds so much more grown up - went to the barn, I know he'll put out
fresh food and water for the animals, so I'll have plenty of time to
give him another lesson driving the curricle. What a joy it's been to
watch him grow up in this new world, with no more worries of sickness or
any other harm coming to him.
I go into the house to put the tea kettle on to boil, and soon Mom and
JoeAnn come in, full of happiness and good health. They both look
radiant from their walk, and so beautiful. No more gray hair - in
fact, Mom's hair is thicker and more beautiful than in her youth.
Their wrinkles have faded away from their faces; they seem to look
younger every time I see them.
Mom has a p ackage with her, as she unwraps it she tells me it came
yesterday from the message service with a long letter from my daughter
Bethany. She and her husband are in the reconstruction work, but
somehow she managed to find the time to paint a portrait of her newest
granddaughter, Elizabeth. The picture is beautifully done, a sleeping
chubby infant perhaps a few weeks old. Bethany always had artistic
talent, but in the new world now, growing towards perfection, she has
really surpassed herself. Busy with construction projects, Bethany
isn't spending a lot of time working on art - she knows she has
forever to develop her talent! This painting she did especially for her
grandmother, and it warms my heart to see how happy Mom is.
While I make the pie crust and cut up the apples, we exchange news of
friends and family, many of them far away in different assignments. Doug
runs in to ask if I mind if he rides Henrietta, the Llama, and dashes
out again to get her saddled up. Then I hear him calling out a greeting,
and I see in the shade of the big elm trees at the end of the garden two
men sitting on the wooden bench - they must be my
guests! We all go out to meet them, they look vaguely familiar but I
can't think of who they might be. One walks up to me with a twinkle in
his eye and says, 'Ann, don't you recognize me? I'm Arly, and this is my
brother Vern!' For a second we were speechless, and then everyone was
hugging each other and talking all at once. It's not surprising that we
didn't recognize them, with their wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes.
Vern had died in his 92nd year, the last time I had seen him he was
barely able to talk and confined to a wheelchair. Arly had nearly lost
his sight due to cataracts, and had to walk with a cane. Yet here they
were, looking like they had never seen forty! Vern was one of the
original special pioneers who opened up the preaching work in our area
long before I was born, and Arly had been a most beloved elder in our
congregation. What an unspeakable joy to have them as guests in my
house!
We show them all around, and after lunch Vern volunteers to give Doug
his driving lesson. Mom and JoeAnn have studies to conduct in the
afternoon, but we arrange to have a get-together soon and invite many of
the neigh bors who know Vern and Arly.
After many hours spent talking, reminiscing and catching up on news of
dear friends near and far, Vern and Arly go up to their rooms to
unpack, and I go into the garden to pick some vegetables for supper.
What a good day this has been! I'm so full of joy, I can barely hold it
all in, so I don't even try. I fall down on my knees in the rich garden
soil and thank my heavenly father Jehovah once more for all his
bounteous blessings. Today was just one memorable, joyful day, one of an
infinite number of days filled with joy ahead of us all - an
eternity!