The fear of burning forever in a fiery grave without the hope of eternal bliss has put FEAR in place of Love in man’s hearts.
If you’re a religious person, it’s easy to convert and become a spiritual person, but if you’re a spiritual person, there is no way in hell, that you would ever think about becoming a religious person.
It would be like finishing college and then starting kindergarten all over again. Once you shed your religious skin, you will never go back.
I for one among many am not in denial, I am very much AWAKE and I will never go back to the pits of that organization called the Watchtower.
May my Mother rest in eternal peace awaiting the New Earth she was promised. Oh and Only 144,000 going to Heaven…please don’t get me started on that one.
I have always said “Anyway the wind blows as long as it isn’t any where near a Kingdom Hall “.
The teachings of this organization have led so many down the wrong path and all for the wrong reasons.
Our family was totally destroyed by the so called unconditional love showed within the organization.
We tried to get our loved ones to truly see the light and they were told we were liars and apostates.
They were not allowed to even ask questions for fear of being reprimanded.
I am not here to bash anyone. I do not think a person’s belief system should be ridiculed.
It is after all there life and there future.
Religion has become obsolete. The Popes are corrupt, The little
Lambs are being raped and plundered by pedophiles within.
- Current Music:
- Dark Side of the Moon (Pink Floyd)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.