I once saw Princess Diana. It was in a Nunawading street when her and Charlie came here in 83 after the bushfires. I was stood in the middle of a roundabout, away from the crowds, and she looked into my eyes, smiled and waved. A moments contact with the divine.
I once got close to Nathan Knorr. He came out here to an international assembly in Melbourne, and everyone was very excited..."The PRESIDENT!..here!".
Australians felt like second rate world citizens in those days.
Nate spoke on the stage at night, and I will never forget his appearance.Like a radiant being. He had on a blue suit, but it was no ordinary blue suit, it must have had some reflective thread sewn in with the material, for it reflected electric blue light like the glow of the Shekinah.Im sure he must have worn it deliberately for effect.Before he stopped speaking my brother and I left the assemblage and snuck out back, behind the stage. There was a road way and a gate. We figured he might pass that way and there was noone else there. Sure enough, he came off stage, climbed straight into a very nice black car and headed for the gate.We waved as he passed.
The son of a bitch ignored us. Can you believe that?
Last week I went to see dear old mum. She hasnt been to a meeting in 3 years and fell away from attendance because of personal slights by brothers in the congregation.25 year old sister Beth didnt get out of her chair to let old sister Mabel sit down.Was that true Christian love?
I was there and happened, during the course of discussion, to describe the Watchtower leaders as "faceless men ruling over faceless followers"
Mummy rose up, red faced, spluttering.
"Thats NOT true!" she cried.Anguish on her face.
"Oh you KNOW thats not true, why you could get on a plane right now, fly to headquarters and go ask to see the president and he would welcome you with open arms".
I thought about that.
Visualized it.
I go to New York, walk up to Headquarters reception, and tell the receptionist Ive flown from Australia and want to see Uncle Milt.
She smiles sweetly, offers me a cup of tea and goes to get Milt baby.
I have to wait a couple minutes, then Milt comes down, his hand reaching out for what I thinks going to be a handshake. But Im wrong. He embraces me.....a fond smile on his face.
I come out of the vision.
Thats how deluded my mother is....