The reply from family regarding the Awake! quote in my post below was
much as expected: I would have to read the entire article to understand
the context! I will spare you all the rest of my sister's no doubt
cookie-cutter response sprinkled with some shockingly remote coldness of
her own. Needless to say, I succeeded in not keeping my subsequent
thoughts to myself; to which I received nary a reply; typical of the
average JW to not respond to anything that challenges. Gurrr, I am reminded why I always refrained from presenting any form of evidence of
JW wrongdoing. Time to once again focus on my own shit instead of theirs!!
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Hypocracy At It's Finest
I wonder what my family would say if I shared with them this direct quote from the Awake! magazine? Hmmm, let's find out, shall we?
"No one should be forced to worship in a way that he finds unacceptable or be made to choose between his beliefs and family." - Awake! July 2009 P29
Monday, February 13, 2012
Alternative Watchtower Magazine Covers
http://www.jehovahswitnessrecovery.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=9947
I'm compelled to end the long work day with these hilarious alternative Watchtower covers from the JWR site 'Lounge' forum. It helps to have some background knowledge of the JWs in order to get the satirical humor of these...if you don't, just ask and I'll be more than happy to provide!
I'm compelled to end the long work day with these hilarious alternative Watchtower covers from the JWR site 'Lounge' forum. It helps to have some background knowledge of the JWs in order to get the satirical humor of these...if you don't, just ask and I'll be more than happy to provide!
Pesky Blues
Awoke this morning with that depressed cloud hovering, taunting. The Monday blues are no match for what I've already endured. Take THAT Monday!
Recovery
http://www.jehovahswitnessrecovery.com/
I've recently joined this forum. After all this time it still surprises me how much devastation the JW religion has and continues to cause and yet still manages to exist; the power of fear at its worst.
I've recently joined this forum. After all this time it still surprises me how much devastation the JW religion has and continues to cause and yet still manages to exist; the power of fear at its worst.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Hell Illuminated
An angry death in guilty darkness,
It’s gritty teeth, black,
Bite and tear at the flesh
Of my crimson and sunflower sunset.
Mad men snarl
As the heat cools the green curves within
Sinister lines that confuse my destiny.
Black widows bleed coal.
Fireflies brighten the night.
How can the white light guide
When evil pervades this space?
Florescent Fuscia flutters upon my skin.
As it cascades down my tendrils,
Finding the Funny
http://www.jehovahswitnessblog.com/
I enjoy perusing this blog, as it covers a wide range of issues raised by anyone interested in the JW phenomenon. I especially enjoy the humorous aspects of this well-rounded site. Finding humor in my experiences has proven to be a much needed relief from the serious.
We're Not Alone
Ex-Jehovah's Witness Forum and Recovery Site
This is a great forum I visit from time to time where I can post my own stories and read and perhaps comment on countless others'; a huge step to recovery.
Friday, February 10, 2012
(My story of) Liberty and Loss
Its
9am on Saturday morning and already the dank Louisiana heat has my thick white
too tight stockings uncomfortably clinging to and suffocating my little legs
all the way up to my elasticized waist.
My senses drift from the stifling heat and pinching clothes to the
sounds and smells of the ‘Tanglewood’ neighborhood in the heart of the Monroe
ghetto. Crackling bacon and frying eggs,
Scooby Doo cartoons and sharp laughter sing out from the tin-roofed homes, as
my squeaky black patent leather Mary Janes clomp, click, and clunk down the
splitting sidewalk to the next house.
“Anna,
are you ready?” Mom’s sweet, soothing
voice brings me back to the duty at hand: It’s my turn to present the latest
‘Watchtower’ and ‘Awake!’ magazines to the stranger behind the door. My sweaty little hands are barely big enough
to proudly clutch my book bag filled with arsenal of bible, copious amounts of
other literature that I don’t yet understand, and ‘house-to-house’
record-keeping cards. I mutter to myself
what I will say, hoping that I get it right. Good
morning, my name is Anna and I bring to you today the latest ‘Watchtower’ and
‘Awake!’ magazines. As you can see (show
magazine cover) the ‘Watchtower’ is entitled “You Too Can Live on a Paradise
Earth…
“ Remembering last week’s ambush by the biggest
teeth-gnashing Pit Bull I’d ever
seen, I crouch to peek under the rusted out Pontiac in the driveway for killer
watch-dogs on the loose. Hoping none of
my ‘worldly’ school friends, or worse yet -- that girl that pushed me down
yesterday -- will answer………..I take a deep breath and boldly knock on the door…
The
small dark window-less room in the rear of the ‘Kingdom Hall’ smelled and felt
like a dungeon. The florescent light
nervously flickered as I sat there waiting for the private meeting to
begin. “Anna, do you know why you are
here?” From the ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ judgmental looks I had an
uncomfortable suspicion why I was now seated before 3 ‘elders’.
“Anna,
lately your style of dress has made some in the congregation
uncomfortable. Specifically, the
hemlines of your dresses are too short.
We recommend a more modest wardrobe, say right at or only an inch or two
above the knee. Brother Belcher, do you
agree?”
Looking at me with
raised eyebrows then at each other, they motion their hands to their knees the
proper length. Sitting before them
frozen feeling as if I had committed some great wrong when I only thought I
looked stylish in my black and hot pink polka-dotted sundress, Brother Belcher quizzically
utters “If we need to come inspect your closet….”
Once it became clear that the reprimand for my too short
attire was cause for my marriage, to a fellow JW, to not be Kingdom Hall suitable,
the gradual deconstruction of what I once believed to be “the truth”
began. One escape – marriage – for
freedom from coercive constraints led to another – infidelity and divorce.
In my tiny and empty one bedroom apartment, sitting
cross-legged on the floor, I open the letter.
It’s been so long ago now that I don’t recall the exact words, but the
message delivered was both welcomed and feared.
After numerous attempts to contact me about my reported infidelity and
subsequent pending status in the congregation, it will be announced at the next
meeting that I am officially ‘disfellowshipped’, or better known as --
excommunicated. By the mightier and
holier than thou pen wielded by a group of self-proclaimed men of God, my life
as I had known it no longer existed.
As my mother’s favorite, our relationship mostly carried
on like as before save the family vacations I wasn’t invited to, or my sisters
wedding of which an ‘elder’ protested my attendance and subsequent retraction
of the invitation. Recently, though, our communication has only existed if I
initiate. The sinking feeling that our
connection would soon be lost prompted me to write with the intention of
scheduling a visit to Florida sometime in May.
After all, I missed my family dearly and thought openly requesting time
would either be well-received, or, as I feared – mark the end of a once close
relationship. Either way, I’d have
clarity.
“I love you so much, Anna. I am willing to accept that your reaction to
this email will disappoint you so much that you will not talk to me, but from
now on I will do with you as I did with Kristinne when she was
disfellowshipped… We
did not socialize or eat meals together…It
is only fair Anna…Maybe if I had reacted the way I did with Kristinne you
would be back with us, happy serving Jehovah…You know I want all my children to
be with me in the promised earthly paradise. False religion is
crumbling and will soon fall completely as you studied, and then
Armageddon. My great fear is that my children will only want Jehovah’s
protection when it will be too late…My heart aches for your change of
heart.”
Mom, being disappointed is the understatement of the
millennium. I got your message yesterday and I wept like I've not wept in
a very long time, because I know that I will be grieving the loss of the
connection with my family (including you) for a long time. Perhaps permanently. I don't want this, but
you really have given me no choice other than choosing a religion in which I do
not believe to keep my family close, or to lose contact entirely. I'm
sure that my note to you now may break your heart, but welcome to my
world. My heart has been broken into a thousand pieces over the last 15
years. Being shunned and rejected by my own family simply because I do
not believe the same doctrine is the worst imaginable pain that I would not
wish on my worst enemy.
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