Hello, people, fellow freaks, thinkers, out-raged ones.
This is about my lovely wonderful brain dead JW sister and her equally piss weak JW husband and how they treat their own son. My nephew!!
I don't think he is going to live more than a few months unless a miracle happens.
He was/is a truly gifted musician with a voice like satin or gravel. His pitch was incredibly varied from the lowest note to the highest. He can play the guitar, is brilliant when playing the electric violin and was going places. His band were signed up with EMI for recordings and a plan to promote them overseas.
He was born in and raised in, this freak of a religion and I saw one of the thrashings he received from his father at the age of two. It was a practice of the father, to put him in front of the television in order to teach him to sit for an hour without moving from the spot. He was two years of age. I swear to god I did not expect what was to happen the minute that baby tried to stand up. His father came bolting in and hit him so hard he was just one big red welt. That baby was hit all over. Horrifically, he did not cry. I was stunned at the suddenness of this beating. Caught completely off guard as I had no sense this was about to happen.
Brother in law said it was necessary to do this to teach him to sit still at the meetings. the look on his face was cold, unemotional, almost impassive.
(hang on, gotta get up I'm shaking with rage, going out for a smoke) .........okay back.
This was the standard that was set in concrete for the rest of his young life and into the pre-teens. "Spare the rod and spoil the child".
I had little to do with my JW family from then on for some time as I was off to other parts of Australia and getting on with life. He grew up with his gifts, in spite of this ugly discipline and the heavy burden of WT doctrine force-fed daily, weekly yearly down his throat. Years later, I came back into their lives due to various factors. By then I had my own children ( they grew into beautiful young women )
He was now baptized, went to all meetings and sublimated his character to the almighty WT and his parents, he did all he could to be better, good, spiritual. He wanted them to love him. He tried to "not play" his ungodly music, but it was a part of him.
Eventually, he was disfellowshipped for doing his worldly gigs and attracting females. He always attended the meetings, though, he was consistent and believed in all the doctrines, whilst sitting alone in the back of the bloody hall and being shunned by all those whom he grew up with. And so time passed, and whenever I did have contact with "them", they said all was good in their world that the other son was just perfect and was devoted witness and going to be an elder. The other son was just a bad person who had thrown away a perfect future offered to him via WT and Co.
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I went to see my sister today. I took her shopping and took her home. It was all so civil I felt like smoking a cigar and tossing back some scotch right out of the bottle, while blasting her ears to hell with MY UNHOLY MUSIC. Back at her place now, horrible husband there and I'm still behaving..............Until, this young "brother" turned up. I tell you, he has stolen my nephews rightful place, has changed his looks to mirror my nephew. I said..." So, you're trying to look like thier son now, hey? You even dyed your hair I see. Wow, it almost works, but you'll never be J."
" Show me a photo of J" This aimed at my sister. " What in the hell are you doing?! When was this taken? He's dying, I should know I've lost my Emma, and so many people I've mentored. Why is he not in hospital, why is it you have hidden this from me?!!"
Sister " Oh well, he just doesn't want help" Me: " Because he's bloody sick, too sick to know how sick he is. He is dangerously depressed and definately suicidal you fool!" Brother in law exits with his new "spiritual son" to another room. Me: "I want his address right now and his number". Sister: " Don't go there too early, he won't be awake". Me: "One day soon, he will never wake up again, he's overdosing on booze and pills. So no, I won't listen to you. I'll kick the door in and drag him out!"
Me: "Is that creep Anthony your surrogate son now?" I was talking, but a bit aggressively and this caught her off her gaurd...."Yes he is" She said with a beatific smile. "Well good on you guys for killing your son off, for murdering his hopes, gifts and his fucking life!! Enjoy pretending playing happy families with that pornographic pervert, brother Anthony".
My nephew is so thin I hardly recognise him. This has happened in two months, he can't eat,shakes all over. He vomits constantly, is doctor shopping big time. He is failing rapidly and still goes to the meetings where he is shunned. He has been doing this for ages and they hid it from all the perfect witnesses. I came home and called the elder, but got the wife and let rip,I really let her know how sick this is. I called it a slow and deliberate murder.