I didn't drink the kool-aid

stopthepain

Lately,I haven't been as concerned with my Jw past.It will always affect me,and this website has changed my life,for the better.I guess I know that thetre will always be people that will believe in religious bullcrap.Thats thier problem.I am proud that I didn't drink the kool-aid{I say to people now"don't drink the kool-aid"}I have not posted as much lately,and feel less concerned about the whole situation,which is a good thing.

CHEERS TO ALL YOU WHO DIDN'T DRINK THE KOOL AID,AND THOSE WHO STOPPED DRINKING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Thanks ,STP

ballistic

Well buudy F**k you. Here's a drink from me bud. What do ya wanna do? Go, stay? Do whatever ya wanna do.

Soledad

ummmmm........ok.

Cygnus

How about Flavor-Aid? Ever had at least a sip of it?

in a new york bethel minute

i do not understand this thread, nor do i understand the replies to it. but ummmm i guess i'll cheers to whatever everybody else is gonna cheers about!

bethel

ballistic

BLACK EYED PEAS LYRICS "Where Is The Love?"

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Ms. Whip

Yeah, I drank the kool-aid...even licked the spoon. Unfortunately, I didn't literally die. I'm one of those "walking wounded" who have to deal with the gut wrenching reality of my spoon fed poison. Since that poison was given to me in tiny droppersful day in day out...I didn't notice it.

Until one day, for no particular reason (or for many little reasons) I looked into the mirror and saw a gaunt, deathlike image void of any real life. It scared the hell (ok, the grave) out of me.

Those little Watchtower sips had turned me into an automaton. It kept me so doped up on the sick sugary image of an imaginary life that I could just possibly have if I could just possibly be good enough and if I could just possibly sip enough organizational ooze to keep me going.

Your reference to the mass suicide of 913 people in Jonestown...is sickening, sad, horrific and feels shockingly familiar.

Cultish, regulatory religious organizations or any other group who has even one iota of the control Jim Jones had over his/their followers are all guilty of murder in one sense or another. Be it the death of a family bond, the death of someone's talent, their creative energy or the death of one's idenity. It is akin to involuntary euthanasia.

What makes an individual or a group stir up a batch of beliefs and serve it to their followers?

What makes followers sip without reservation?

Everyone has their own idea or reason or excuse. Mine? They put it in my bottle, so much so that it runs through every vein and every crevice of who I am.

I feel like I was secretly used for some crazy ass alien experiment and now I have three eyes and mutated limbs. I cough up blood when reminders of "god" and "the bible" are spoken. I sit alone, in darkness staring at the glaring light of a moniter with only the words of other religious guinea pigs who share my pain to comfort me.

Did I drink the Kool-Aid? Hell Yes I did, I couldn't avoid it.

Do I feel like a bloated, putrefying corpse laying somewhere in some gawd forsaken jungle? again, Hell Yes.

What was that sign over Jim Jones' head?

I remember my past....and believe me I will NEVER repeat it.

FlyingHighNow

How about Flavor-Aid? Ever had at least a sip of it?

This is very funny. Cyg, hope you're feeling better.

mrsjones5

that was deep Ms Whip

FlyingHighNow

Ms. Whip, I empathize. You'll mellow a lot by the time you hit your 40's. Meanwhile, enjoy showing off that youthful cleavage. Use LOTs of sunscreen though, that skin ages faster than your face does. I figured that out the hard way.

I didn't drink the kool-aid

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