Sundays are always tougher for me than normal. Sundays are made for church and family. While religion is NOT my thing, family sure is and always will be. Dont take me wrong, I do have family. I have my brother and my sister and that is pretty much it.Yes, I have two sons whom I love more than life itself. I am sure that every parent out there in internet land feels like they give both your lungs for your kids if you must. I love them dearly. However, their thinking is trapped between reality and the Watchtower Bibe and Tract Society, the organization behind Jehovah's Witnesses.
Even though I is free (grammaatical error intended) I work each and everyday for the freedom of others who CHOOSE to maintain some freedom from the cult either through disfellowshipping or anty other intentional act of defection. So, when they are ready, I will be willing. It is the same offer I made to my parents. Please, I beg you to come knock on my door and in the name of your Jesus, I will not turn you away.
You can sleep in my bed, eat my food, soil my bathroom, spend my money, invade my space.
You are welcome.
Last night, Sunday, I was thinking of my parents. I love them very much. I would do anything for them. I will NOT however go back to a Kingdom Hall. That's it, nothting more.
I called my dad at 1:30Am. "Hello dad, just calling to see how you guys are doing over there."
Click.
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Monday, May 4, 2015
Imagine
Imagine how it feels...
Imagine how it feels to see them
They don't see you
Remember the warmth of your mothers hug on the coldest day
Now forget it
Recall your dad's slight smile as you walk in his front door
It may have been the last time
I have children that love me
Or so I thought
Imagine this
To know how I feel
Is to know me
Imagine how it feels to see them
They don't see you
Remember the warmth of your mothers hug on the coldest day
Now forget it
Recall your dad's slight smile as you walk in his front door
It may have been the last time
I have children that love me
Or so I thought
Imagine this
To know how I feel
Is to know me
Identity Crisis Continued
I want to be the very last person to not acknowledge our need to belong to something. For a significant part of my life, my identity was imposed upon me. I was not free to stumble upon my identity much like that of a child, newly aware of his legs fumbles through a room littered with toys and furniture. My young formative years were scripted and read to me, rules to be followed, a path never to waiver or suffer severe consequences,
Today I walk in freedom, life unscripted, no longer a slave to the absurd demands of a cultish spiritual facade that requires the very life of its members in order to please the unquenchable thirst for devotion their random god Jehovah needs.
Or is it the the demands of the childish but creepy seven old men of the Governing Body, The Watchtower Society and its endless pursuit to own the best property that New York City has to offer?
I dare you to recognize that I once worshipped as a Jehovah Witness. Well, that's okay, it's past tense.
But I will declare myself me, Christopher Lee Hale, not an EX-JW. You see, what does it mean to be an 'EX' anything? Being an 'EX' certainly is not a good thing. I mean what is there to be proud of, except the fact that you are no longer?
If I am going to label myself an 'EX' anything, I choose EX MARINE! People will know that as an EX MARINE, I kicked asses, shot rifles, ran with big dogs, made babies in other countries and did Marine type kick ass stuff!
Yeah I would be proud of that.
Supporting pedophiles, refusing blood transfusions to people that need it, destroying families, preaching lies door to door, judging people for their sexual orientation, looking down on others because they were pursuing their interests, treating disfellowshipped people like shit...
No, I am not proud of that.
When you're out, you're out. Pick a new identity folks and go kick some ASS!!
Today I walk in freedom, life unscripted, no longer a slave to the absurd demands of a cultish spiritual facade that requires the very life of its members in order to please the unquenchable thirst for devotion their random god Jehovah needs.
Or is it the the demands of the childish but creepy seven old men of the Governing Body, The Watchtower Society and its endless pursuit to own the best property that New York City has to offer?
I dare you to recognize that I once worshipped as a Jehovah Witness. Well, that's okay, it's past tense.
But I will declare myself me, Christopher Lee Hale, not an EX-JW. You see, what does it mean to be an 'EX' anything? Being an 'EX' certainly is not a good thing. I mean what is there to be proud of, except the fact that you are no longer?
If I am going to label myself an 'EX' anything, I choose EX MARINE! People will know that as an EX MARINE, I kicked asses, shot rifles, ran with big dogs, made babies in other countries and did Marine type kick ass stuff!
Yeah I would be proud of that.
Supporting pedophiles, refusing blood transfusions to people that need it, destroying families, preaching lies door to door, judging people for their sexual orientation, looking down on others because they were pursuing their interests, treating disfellowshipped people like shit...
No, I am not proud of that.
When you're out, you're out. Pick a new identity folks and go kick some ASS!!
Monday, January 19, 2015
I love doughnus but...
I love doughnuts, especially when they melt in your mouth after coming straight from the oven. This morning as I walked into the office I noticed that there was a hot box of just released Crispy Kreme doughnuts in the employee lounge. I opened the box and the aroma of fresh hot dounts hit my nose like a punch from Mike Tyson. I was momentarily blinded with desire. Temporarily distracted from the knowledge that the satisfaction would be fleeting, that the initial pleasure being felt by my tastebuds would run from me once reality set in; the doughnut would polute my body with uneeded sugar and other pollutants that would eventually make me fat and sick but ALAS, no time for thinking, meditating or even debating. Quickly and without anymore deliberation, I reach for another doughnut. Aaahhh, reality of consequence averted.
Then it hit me. What am I, a Jehovah Witness?
Lets consider for a moment, the anatomy of a basic doughnut.
1. Its made of dough and has very little nutritional value.
2. Its round.
3. It has a hole in the middle
Jehovah' Witnesses beliefs are doughy, they can be molded into any type of doctrine that fits the purpose of the moment, just add a little water and create something new. No meat nor vegetables added. No nutritional value.
Jehovah's Witnesses are round for two reasons.
1. Their reasoning is circular, like a donut.
2. Have you ever seen a FIT Jehovah's Witness? This comes from eating too many Dunkin Donuts while trying to avoid their door to door proselytizing.
Ostensibly donuts have holes because thats where their brain was. If they had brains, how would they allow us to eat them. Jehovah's Witnesses are like donuts. They lost their brains which is why the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society is able to eat up their youth and energy with their false hopes and dreams.
In donut world those lost brains are called donut holes.
I'll be passing these out at the next District Convention.
Then it hit me. What am I, a Jehovah Witness?
Lets consider for a moment, the anatomy of a basic doughnut.
1. Its made of dough and has very little nutritional value.
2. Its round.
3. It has a hole in the middle
Jehovah' Witnesses beliefs are doughy, they can be molded into any type of doctrine that fits the purpose of the moment, just add a little water and create something new. No meat nor vegetables added. No nutritional value.
Jehovah's Witnesses are round for two reasons.
1. Their reasoning is circular, like a donut.
2. Have you ever seen a FIT Jehovah's Witness? This comes from eating too many Dunkin Donuts while trying to avoid their door to door proselytizing.
Ostensibly donuts have holes because thats where their brain was. If they had brains, how would they allow us to eat them. Jehovah's Witnesses are like donuts. They lost their brains which is why the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society is able to eat up their youth and energy with their false hopes and dreams.
In donut world those lost brains are called donut holes.
I'll be passing these out at the next District Convention.
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