My Story Pt 2 "Iam made grotesque"
Jehovers Witnesses leaders put tremenderous guilt and pressure on the flock. They never put tremenderous guilt and pressure on God.This is wrong for the simple fact God does not answer prayers regarding suffering and evil-
Anyway after the fiasco with the unbuttoned shirt sleeve in pt 1 of my story my eyes were opened to this callous organisation.
I was forced to assume grotesque qualities. I lost my ability to speak, as I new it best to remain silent to certain judgemental statements I heard.
I could no longer alter the expression of my face for fear of giving my true emotions away.
I was a tragic figure who could never succeed on my own efforts but always by Jehover and his organisation.
It was precisly in protest against the destructive absurdity of allowing this organisation to mould me into such a pathetic person that I decided to leave.
I conditiond my mind to see being an outsider of this social group as romantic and I looked forward to reclaiming my identity.
I have started topics on a...
(A ) A covicted murderer= 40 +posts .
( B)Do you" exist" =39 +posts...
(C) a question on "if "=40+ posts
(D) What is an elder= "39 " posts+ counting .
E+F = My sincere life story of my witness awakening=0 posts. ie no interest.
This made me question my writing style.
Later that day my son said to me "Grand-daddy said you were a silly billy"... so I hit him
If this post makes any sence it shows we we need to accept posters for who they are regardless of social ecconomical or international dissadvantages and remember that being gramatically correct is meaningless. What counts is posters who break these barriers "Ooopa"ie
acolytes, it's sometimes hard to understand why some threads get so many responses and others don't.
Congratulations on finding your way out of the organisation and hope you are successfully reclaiming your identity.
I just read your first post "Poem" under topics started. It was very moving and will always be a very secial post to me-
Thank you acolytes for going back and reading my poem. I appreciate your comments.