Ah. well a-day. what evil looks
Had I from old and young
Instead of the cross, the "watchtower"
About my neck was hung.
Pardon me if I begin my latest post with a respectful parody of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's epic. I do feel, though, that a heavy watchtower hangs 'round the neck of the JWs of the world, and, it would seem to me, that the GB is engaged in some rather schizophrenic behavior; namely, that, while simultaneously professing concern for the common, work-a-day proles, (but only in America) they are also tightening the serpentine cords coiled 'round their jugular veins.
To illustrate: the first, and foremost example of this is the new "dress-code" brochure. On the surface, it would seem as though these "suggestions" were purely for those planning on visiting Beth-Hell; however, that very same brochure (ridiculous minutiae and all) is being promoted as a general, blanket dress code. What amazes me most of all are not the suggestions, since they are not new; but the fact that they have now been officially "codified" so to speak. This seems to me an exercise in "straining out the gnat and gulping down the camel", "playing the fiddle while Rome burns", etc. Also, at the "Do all things for God's Glory" CA, they likewise seem to be channelling the spirit of the pharisees in constructing "traditions of men". The lengths they go to, trying to brow-beat their members into submission (to god, of course) is simply beyond the pale.
Concerning the CA, a clear thinker will quickly see that, instead of "god's glory", in most instances, what they really mean is, "The Watchtower's Glory". If they had their way, the average "John Q. Witness" would resemble a mormon on steroids, with each happy elder coming home at night (after a "brief" elder's meeting) to a JW/Stepford wife, who would police, not only his domestic behavior, but also his thoughts shared in confidence. (reporting all suspicious activity through the proper channels, of course)
It is my personal opinion that, what we are seeing is the regular "cleansing of the congregation" as after 1975. These events seem to occur periodically, and, after experiencing a boom in membership following the fall of the USSR in the late 80's/early 90's, many are now becoming rightly disillusioned with the WTS due to the disappointing burgeoning of the "anointed", whose diminishing was considered a principal barometer of the general proximity of "the end". There are certainly countless other reasons for the general "falling away", this particular case just so happens to be the object of some recent "new-light".
And so, returning to my original point, this recent pattern of theological schizophrenia, I believe, is to slowly acclimate the corpus JW into thinking there is a doctrinal relaxation, when, in reality, it is the reverse.
Rub-a-"J-dub"
Twelve old men in a tub (a luxurious brooklyn tub)
A butcher, a (half)Baker, and a Candle-Stick maker (for all the new light)
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The Rime of the Ancient GB
by Sebastian Melmoth inah.
what evil looks .
had i from old and young .
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Hey everyone! Listen to this!
by Sebastian Melmoth inhowdy ho all you fine folks in jwd land!
i thought you all might enjoy this little incident that occurred about six years ago when i was sixteen and newly baptized:
it all happened one night after a theocratic misery school and disservice meeting, during which, i carried one of the microphones.
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You raise an interesting point Tika, this particular hounder had quite a colorful background: his first wife left, his son became a rastafarian, (and was later killed in a gang related fight) and just before this incident involving me, he had married a sister half his age.
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Hey everyone! Listen to this!
by Sebastian Melmoth inhowdy ho all you fine folks in jwd land!
i thought you all might enjoy this little incident that occurred about six years ago when i was sixteen and newly baptized:
it all happened one night after a theocratic misery school and disservice meeting, during which, i carried one of the microphones.
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Howdy ho all you fine folks in JWD land! I thought you all might enjoy this little incident that occurred about six years ago when I was sixteen and newly baptized: It all happened one night after a Theocratic Misery School and disservice meeting, during which, I carried one of the microphones. Anyway, after the meeting, an elder approaches me and escorts me to the dreaded back room! I had literally NO idea what this was going to be about. (at this point in time, I was a fully fledged and thoroughly fooled follower of the fitful and frightening fools) In my mind, I had done nothing wrong, or at least deserving of THIS! Well, this elder (Let's call him Elder C) seemed at first to be having some difficulty describing to me what my "Problem" was, he said, (and I quote, for I can still recall everything quite vividly) "Do you know why you're back here?" (well golly gee, let me think... um... no) he continued, "Several people have brought it to my attention, and I have even noticed it myself, that sometimes... well... you act kind of... (and here is where he really had trouble saying the "word") well, kind of.. gay." "Gay?" I said, somewhat in shock. "Yes, in the way you walk, the way you carry the mic, and even in how you talk, among other things." By this point I was dumbfounded, I couldn't believe he was saying this to me, I also wondered who the "several people" were. (and wished right then that I could give them a fat-lip.) Nevertheless, I heard him out. What followed can only be described as farcical, to say the least; for he then proceeded to literally ACT OUT how a strait man would, and I kid you not, sit, walk, carry the mics, hand the mics to the "friends," even talk. ("you need to make your voice deeper.") He did everything but show me how a strait man would do the "deed." After this crash course in the school of the strait and narrow (minded) he even told me that I should work out and play sports. The very ironic thing about all of this is that, before this pep talk, I had been developing a vague awareness that I was somehow different, but when I walked out of the back room of doom, though, I realized that I was indeed gay. (sorry Brother C, waste of time) The evidence was there all along; (viz. playing with dolls as a child and dressing up in my mother's clothes, among other things...) however, it wasn't until he organized the pieces for me that I was really able to step back and see the picture the puzzle of my life was making, and so, in a way, I owe him a debt of gratitude... but only a little. Anyway, tell me what you think and whether anyone has had a similar experience. Cheers and have a fabulous day!
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Oh my Gawd! I might be a drama queen but...
by Sebastian Melmoth ingreetings and salutations!
you will not believe what just happened!
i myself can scarcely believe it, indeed, it is with the pall of bewilderment still hung 'round my skull that i write this.
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Greetings and Salutations! You will NOT believe what just happened! I myself can scarcely believe it, indeed, it is with the pall of bewilderment still hung 'round my skull that I write this. I suppose I shall begin, if not at the very beginning, then somewhere tolerably close to it for the sake of an expeditious anecdote. As you no doubt know by this juncture, I have begun what has been referred to as the "fade." That being said, there are several responsibilities that I am in the process of shedding like an old snake skin: and so my maxim has been "less, not more." However, the ghastly spirit of old Pasteur(ized) Russell must be watching me, for, when I checked the messages on my phone, what do you suppose the very first one was about? I would never have guessed it in a million years, (or at least a thousand-year reign {of terror}) it was one of the Smothers Brothers, asking if I wanted to be... in the drama! Now, you wouldn't be very far off the mark if you called me a drama queen, in fact, even today, I was reading a scholarly treatise on "Hamlet;" (one of the central books of my secular scripture, and, you might say, a "Poem Unlimited") however, when it comes to acting in the Watchtower-of-Babel's pathetic, proselytizing, preachy propaganda plays, I draw the line. I mean, really, which part did they have in mind for me; the queer apostate? I don't think so. Fortunately, I managed to come up with, what I thought was, a pretty good excuse: that I would be in... Nebraska. (go Huskers!) Now, the phone call having been made, I am officially off the hook! Well, my stars! I had no idea this would come up, indeed, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I guess the "He-Man Woman-Haters Club" won't let me go gentle into that good night. Oh well, I still have a bit of fight left in me, and I will stand and deliver when I must, coming on in a blue fury of pugilistic punishment! HAHAHA! (sorry about that, I'm listening to Rufus Wainwright right now, and that always tends to energize me) Anyway, cheers!
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So what caused you to have doubts in the first place?
by nicolaou ini had no doubts at all about the 'truth' untill a friend of mine in the cong' began falling away.
in trying to help him i had to ask questions and do research and that of course cracked the doors of my mind open for the first time in over thirty years.. years ago, when jwd allowed members to have signatures, i used the following quote from voltaire as mine.
i still love it.. doubt is uncomfortable, certainty is ridiculous..
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Pour moi, there were a plethora of things that should have raised the red flags, (but not the ones with the hammer and sickle) I could regale you fine folk all day with things that, in any normal person, would have given him the chutzpah to pack up and get outa' Dodge. However, that being said, most of my doubts came from science; specifically, from biology. First, there was the question of the dinosaurs, (savage little buggers, but their pelts are worth a fortune) and how, if, in Mr. J's grand ol' scheme of things, all animals are supposed to be at peace etc., could we explain the primal savagery of all creatures great and prehistoric? Second, how could the Dark-tower explain all those myriad little things (viz. viruses, parasites, flesh-eating samurai pizza cats etc.) that have obviously existed for a while and are the quotidian bane of our existence? Finally, the folks up Brooklyn way have never really been able to do a good job discrediting radio-carbon dating. Anyway, that about sums it up. Cheers!
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I took the red pill (with a cool, crisp glass of Fresca)
by Sebastian Melmoth ini am absolutely thrilled to find this site!
i just took the red pill of reality and all i can saw is wow!
i had no idea the borg was so hypocritical and twisted.
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Shhh! Don't tell anyone; that's my other personality. (I have about as many personalities as Judy Garland had Munchkins) But seriously folks, thank you all ever so much for the kind words. Having to swallow all of the "smotherly love" that gets thrown at me from the False-Face Society and my Orwellian "Big Mother" (whose mustachioed portrait serves as a constant reminder that, as the Brooklyn Dodgers Bible and Tract Society says, "War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, and Ignorance is Strength") Anyway, thanks again, everyone; you're all just fabulous.
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I took the red pill (with a cool, crisp glass of Fresca)
by Sebastian Melmoth ini am absolutely thrilled to find this site!
i just took the red pill of reality and all i can saw is wow!
i had no idea the borg was so hypocritical and twisted.
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Hello everyone! I am absolutely thrilled to find this site! I just took the red pill of reality and all I can saw is WOW! I had no idea the borg was so hypocritical and twisted. I can't believe I actually used to march right in lock-step with the rest of the goonies. (or "bible thumpers" as my father says, even though he's baptized. {long story about that}) I am just glad I didn't waste my life (I'm 22) trying to pretend that I was a someone from a magazine picture come to life. I'm also gay, which, last time I checked with the twelve frozen chosen members of the Dry Bones Bible and Tract Society of Hypocrite-sylvania inc. is not really the fast path to Amish Paradise. Anyway, needless to say I am currently defying the laws of physics and hiding in two closets at once; but, as they say, "There's a new day dawning!" I also had to get over the lie they feed to you that all "apostates" are just a bunch of satan worshipping, blood drinking, chocolate vampires from Beantown who stay up at night reading "Anti-christ for Dummies." Don't tell me you never read that? You can find it at w 13/23/57 page 12 paragraph 666. If you can't find it there they must have gone back in time to alter history again. (but not before chatting up the Pharaohs about the Pyramids.) Anyway, my point is, I had no idea that so many others have seen the cracks in the very foundation of the Watchtower, which will one day result in its collapse. (or at least I hope it does.) Anyway, (again) wish me luck in my disingenuous disengagement. By the by, I contracted the disease known as MS, (ministerial serfdom for those who are unfamiliar with this life-threatening malady) and am with one of the local foreign language infiltration groups, so, what I mean to say is that, though I'm in pretty deep right now, I have a plan to remove myself, slowly and surely, like someone caught in quicksand. My main problem, though, is my ultra-orthodox mother, next to whom, saints beat their breasts and declare themselves miserable sinners. (my father has called her the flying nun) Oh well, I can't keep on living a lie. Sorry if I ramble, there aren't that many people I can tell this to; so it kinda builds up. Cheers everyone, and have a fabulous day.