DUNE by Frank Herbert

I will not fear

Fear is the mindkiller,

Fear is the little death

That brings total Oblivion

I will permit my fear to pass

Over me and through me

And where it has gone

I will turn the inner eye

Nothing will be there

Only I will remain.

 

one

i was alone in the beginning,

I will be alone in the end.

I need answer to no one else.

Randy

knowledge...

Is your relationship with God about "knowing things"?

something's missing here...

Nat Geo's 'Inside a Cult': Would you drink the kool-aid?

"Cults are different because they cross the lines of propriety. They are renegades to society and basic human rights, mostly women and children, and are unified by their leaders' hubris, hucksterism and sheer strength of mind power.

"The leaders are God's con men. They are usually always male, charismatic, some are very attractive; they communicate and express their prophecies and beliefs with utter conviction. 

"They are masters of manipulating the broken, the weak, gullible, psychologically damaged and feeble-minded around them in their zeal for what they purport as their rightful leadership as the anointed God-human deity in the presence of their flocks. "

- from National Geographic

El Porto Sunrise

Gary Busselman sez:

I've found the best way to deal with relatives who are shunning me is from a reasonable distance. 100 miles seems to be about right.

Sarcasm is reserved for friends and the friendly.

Believing Witnesses see me as a ridiculer, an opposer, and that's what I am. I actually don't ridicule, I just write Watch Tower policies and practices and they look ridiculous without any help from me. 

people sniff and walk by

Things about these Youtube videos done by amateurs that you really have to appreciate:

they are heartfelt and peoples sense that, and tend to believe it more than a printed page.  In other words, testimonies are very powerful. Cults obviously use that to their advantage as well.

the videos are cathartic, and people watching experience a taste of the same catharsis and want it for themselves; thus prompting the listener to seek what the person in the video is offering.

if humor is used, as in the case of recent Scientology exposé as done by a group called ANON, and the humor is not angry sarcasm or personal attacks, which are traditionally the tools of the cults, and hopefully not those trying to expose them.  A leveling ground is created. All of the façades, the Emperor's new clothes that people are wearing in positions of power, are suddenly seen as having no more power than that of the average peon.  Suddenly, the most powerful are without clothes, and the commoners see that the power person is embarrassed, and the power person wrenches the curtain back in front of the stage so that the façade may continue unabated.  Yet HIS DOOM IS SEALED. His primal fear turns to white rage, as he sweats out the careless poison which eventually destroys him in the end.  Alone and embarrassed. For all charismata is gone now, all is left is a the shell of a man.

People sniff and walk by.

dogz

 

The 6 Most Terrifying Foods in the World

By Tim Cameron

 

father grief on audio

father grief.

Hi Dawg,

 

I was very touched by your letter at http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/6/156499/1.ashx.

 

It grieves me more over the years to read letters like this than any other type.  Maybe because I am a man, and I know how much a good father means to me.  I am lucky enough to have a father like the one you wish you had.  This week he will be 84 and is still in relatively good health, along with my mother.

 

Because of my strong family and the love of my father for people, we often took in some of my buds who were temporarily hard up while I was growing up.  They would be the lost a homeless and the down and out, but because they were my buds, my dad saw the need and he took them in.  We always had plenty of friends around, young and old alike.

 

Even with having a good father I have my own issues.  My father is a hard act to follow. He was raised in the Depression in Oklahoma, and his father owned three grocery stores.  My father Ken worked in the stores more like a bouncer than anything. He was the best in hunting and fishing,  sales and people skills more than anyone I knew.  He is still very social, although his audience is much smaller and consists of my mother and my sister and brother-in-law, niece and nephew and a dozen animals. So he still has a kingdom. :-))  But the gift he gave me was FREEDOM. The freedom to choose various ways to disappoint him.

 

I'm sure I disappointed my dad. Yet I think more often than not he kept that a secret. He was successful, but his success was based on working with people. Many years later, I guess mine is, too.

 

Dawg, I wonder how much of this "father mentality" they get it is really personal and not as religious as we think it is? Family members are known to hold grudges much longer than with strangers.  We expect a lot of others we love.  We hold it against them when they do not fit what we want them to be. All of this develops into resentment and anger. The pain of rejection is so strong that we will cover it over with what ever religious smokescreen we can find. Yet I suspect that not only are the perpetrators of this shunning the losers, but that they are also suffering the most pain. I think sometimes it is so strong that it requires an internal "operation," like an incision, to take out the offending pain and cover it with religious nonsense.

 

I've seen letters like this continually for the last 27 years. God, how long will they STRIP men from what I believe to be the most influential and powerful bond available to man - father and son? That's rape in my book people.

 

I think I see this more than anything else in the organization including mental illness, pedophiles, fornicators and so on.  The fathers do not know how to love their children in this organization.  How does this happen?  Just as in any other family, by example.  Having lived with and rubbed shoulders with these Bethel elders educates me as to how out of touch and insular they are.  And judging by the way that they deal with the young brothers at Bethel, they would no doubt treat their own children the same way, if God forbid, they had some. And it is passed on and on to the children and their children. Fatherless children. I loathed that treatment at Bethel, and you can bet I will fight it forward, exposing these sick old men who rape and pillage their own children.

 

I am angry here, not for anything the Watchtower did to me, because they didn't manage to hurt me. I KNEW what a real dad was like, I KNEW how God was supposed to be, and that really led me out in the end.

 

Randy

http://freeminds.org/family/family.htm

 

 

puppies control the universe

on disguising an empty life.

    Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. Thus people haunted by the purposelessness of their lives try to find a new content not only by dedicating themselves to a holy cause but also by nursing a fanatical grievance. A mass movement offers them unlimited opportunities for both.
    The uncompromising attitude is more indicative of an inner uncertainty than a deep conviction. The implacable stand is directed more against the doubt within than the assailant without.
    What the intellectual craves above all else is to be taken seriously, to be treated as a decisive force in shaping history. He is far more at home in a society that weighs his every word and keeps close watch on his attitudes than in a society that cares not what he says or does. He would rather be persecuted than ignored.
Eric Hoffer.

On Fooling Myself

I start off the day telling myself I have nothing to do.

I am a workaholic so that frees my mind.

Now that I can relax, I start gradually, imperceptibly doing things I want to do,

which will eventually include my work during the day.

I will get more and better work done by fooling myself.

 

April 7, 2008

Well-being is a state of mind: A construct, a fantasy, a portal in which we live out our version of the world. Drugs and alcohol destroy the efficiency of that portal.  Synchronizing and celebrating our energies rebuilds the portal; makes it powerful.  We create new dreams and fantasies, projects and goals; spiritual goals, really... perhaps even more so than physical goals. 

On the advantage of religious belief

Comments based on article, "Where angels no longer fear to tread"
http://www.economist.com/science/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10875666
discussion:
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/6/155381/1.ashx

I have had a subscription to The Economist for a couple of years now. I must say I really like the magazine. It is more European-based in its perspective, which is vital and you live in the United States and you're surrounded by fundamentalists and Republicans who see this country as "God's country" rather than just a small part of a stream of human history. (Hey, I LOVE the U.S., but life goes on, people!) My foxy neighbor used to work for The Economist in London as a reporter for a few years, covering hot spots in the Middle East. If you want a FRESH outlook that is NOT U.S., try it!

I think Witnesses go through many stages when they leave the Watchtower if they're intellectuals or intellectually inclined. The first one is of course criticism, anger, and attack for many, followed by a lashing out in revenge on the part of some. Anger often has to run its course. For others who still want a religious experience and want to believe in God, anger is not usually their big concern. It wasn't for me. Plus, I was lucky not to have been abused by the system, which is a major plus.

Some ex-JWs are not angry at all. They just want something better.

As the ex-Witness who is determined to get satisfying answers progresses in a non-religious direction, or in a fundamentalistic direction, he/she often adopts a simplistic binary view of life. Black and white; cult or non-cult. The one who demands control over their worldview, whether it be deity-based or atheistic, often becomes an iconoclast, who in their efforts to get a grip on reality and what reality is, will tend to posterize the world as black and white. To them it is necessary for the world to be black and white to survive as life is otherwise dark, cold and ends in death.

I remember that scenario when I was 20 years old, living in Canoga Park, Calif. and swallowing everything their "truth" book had to say about life in our view of eternity. I was deathly afraid it WAS NOT TRUE, yet hoping it was with all my heart. The emotional demands of the situation required that it be true. Otherwise, I was lost completely! Lost child in a very confusing world.
For the insecure, the quest is to establish as true a new worldview that one has decided to adopt for one's own psychological security.

For the one who is relatively secure and is not interested in so much a fantasy world view or simple answers, and (God forbid!) ENJOYS the mystery and complexity of life, learning is an ongoing experience that never peaks and disappoints. Evolutionary "genius" if you ask me!

Randy 03/27/08

Randog and Chef Denot Recipes

El Porto Recipes!
Get 'em while they're hot!
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Notes on The Denial of Death by Ernest Becker

Select Quotes from “The Denial of Death” by Ernest Becker

"An animal who gets his feeling of worth symbolically has to minutely compare himself to those around him, to make sure he doesn't come off second-best. Sibling rivalry is a critical problem that reflects the basic human condition: it is not that children are vicious, selfish, or domineering. It is that they so openly express man's tragic destiny: he must des­perately justify himself as an object of primary value in the uni­verse; he must stand out, be a hero, make the biggest possible con­tribution to world life, show that he counts more than anything or anyone else. "
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My Story in the Jehovah's Witnesses

For story see RandallWatters.com

Why I would not do it anyway...
by R. Watters

If I could fly tomorrow
beyond the circle of the sea,
I would not do it anyway.

If I could head a company,
the biggest in the world
and have a thousand servants all around,
I would not do it anyway.

If I were a prophet
who could see ten years from this date
what would happen,


and could even foresee disaster and prevent it,
If I could be ageless and universally respected
and admired even by children,
I would not do it anyway.


Surely I would have missed out on being me.


I was conceived in New York City by design. My mother and father, Joy and Ken Watters, decided that having a 6 year-old beautiful little girl was not enough; they needed a boy. As my parents later told me, it was to help hold the family together. My mother prayed so hard that she told the Lord if she had a boy, she would give him to the Lord, like Samuel of Bible times (1 Sam. 1:11). This act of faith was destined to color the outcome of my life as you will see. I was born in Oklahoma City in 1952. more...

The Taste of Bitter Fruit

I liked a post by Terry Walstrom a few days ago about the Watchtower and asked him to tailor it for JWs and others who email me, saying I am "just bitter about the Watchtower and what they did to me." I get several a week. So now I have a page to lead them to for a perfect answer. For those of you who answer email about your site or whatever, you might want to use Terry's answer! It should shut them up and make them think:
http://www.freeminds.org/bitterfruit.htm

The Taste of Bitter Fruit

The Watchtower Bible and Tract Society is a publishing company with a purpose.
The ultimate aim of the publishing company is the ownership of the minds and lives and energies of the readers! What an amazing purpose! It is a purpose that has produced much fruit.
Throughout the history of the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society the claims made by the publisher have impacted the lives of their readers like the doses of a slow poison over time. The track record is now available for any honest inquiry. Whatever claims the corporate bosses might make to the contrary, the results of even a casual investigation leave no room for evasion. This is an insidious business. It is protected as a non-profit corporation on one side and completely immune to taxation as a religious instrument on the other. The instructions which emanate like a noxious gas from the top of the corporate food chain have choked out all naysayers, whistle-blowers and policy critics. Control is a fetish and absolute control is the powerful weapon wielded upon the millions who subscribe to their purpose.

Their purpose, however, like a flickering candle in a drafty room, has fluttered about and cast troubling images throughout their history. The shadow of evil intent is everywhere. The Watchtower seized its readers in the grip of religious mania for end times in the mid 19th century and squeezed the last ounce of expectation out of every article it published. Like a barker in a sideshow hustling customers with a singsong patter of lurid enticement, the Armageddon hucksters gathered a crowd eager to escape the end of the world. Like any phony peddler rousting a gathering of rubes ripe for plucking, the Watchtower articles and books presented graphs, charts, dates and measurements based on any imaginary concoction it could pluck from its corporate behind; Pyramidology, convoluted dates, ad hoc measurements, pseudo-historical events said to parallel contemporary happenings, etc. Bottom line? Stay tuned for the next magazine article, the next book, the next explanation....DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL!!

This juggling act could only command attention just so long before the balls started hitting the ground and bouncing away in disarray. Outrageous claims of miracles on the horizon have to be backed up eventually, don't they? Or, do they?

In every traveling carnival there is a shell game at work. You've seen them; we all have. The pitchman entices a group of people to watch him place the pea under one of three walnut shells as he hides it and switches quickly first this and then the other shells. The object of the game is to bet something on where the pea might be. Guess correctly and you win! Lose and you try again.

The Watchtower hides Armageddon under its doctrinal shells which it switches in a blinding confusion of dates, explanations and cop-outs. The winner gets Paradise on Earth or a special prestigious trip to Jesus on the Rapture express. All you have to do to play is pay up front for the privilege of betting it all on where the pea will be!

And bet they do! You see, readers of the Watchtower have been on a wild ride over the decades. They went from being anxious about the second coming of Jesus in the clouds of heaven in 1874 to finding themselves knocking on doors spreading the word about an invisible Jesus commissioning magazine sales. In fact, they bet their lives, their honor and their fortunes on picking where the pea would turn up. (Hint: it never turns up! Surprise!)
The crazy shell game started with the readers of the Watchtower being Bible Students. Then, they were colporteurs on street corners peddling end times like newsboys shouting out a headline: "Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Armageddon has already started! The end comes in 1914!" (1918, 1915, 1975!)

The faithful believers bet it all on where the pea would land and came up short every time! One date followed another as each was explained away. Like any circus crowd of onlookers interest waxed and waned over the years. The bet was always a big one. But, the stakes got heavier fast!
The second Watchtower president, J.F. Rutherford upped the ante on the old shell game. Now Bible Students had to bet the whole wad: absolute compliance with rigorous policy changes. To play the game and find the pea (Armageddon) you had to ignore your country's flag, stop celebrating holidays, shun your family if they didn't tow the line and you might have to let your loved one's die avoiding a blood transfusion. But, hey! That's not all! If you act now you get to go to prison refusing alternative military service, avoid pasteurized milk, abstain from aluminum cookware, refuse antibiotics--and (drum roll) for the first time ever, Christians get to change their name to Jehovah's Witnesses! No more heralding the presence of the King Jesus Christ; no! Knock the doors, peddle the books and get the money for JEHOVAH!!

The shadow of these events casts a long dark pall of tragedy over the history of the Watchtower Society. New dates for the End brought in more and more bets as the population of Jehovah's Witnesses mounted. Who wouldn't want to WIN BIG? (Guess where the pea lands and win it all!!)

But, the fallout of the errors took a huge toll like the wake of a powerful storm that wipes out the assets and security of families and plunges communities into despair. The community of brothers and sisters who labored day and night spreading these phony warnings about the end became hobbled by financial woes, poor educational opportunity for the children and endless demands for more of their time and less criticism of the disharmony between the policies ever-changing and the stark evidence how empty the promises all were.

And yet, when at last the eyes of a few were opened to the petty larceny of it all--they were quickly marginalized as troublemakers and ousted from the ranks of fellow believers and consigned to the purgatory of Apostasy! Like the kid who watches the Con Man hide the pea in his hand and shouts a warning to the crowd that they are being cheated, the disfellowshipped ex-Witness finds himself escorted away and dismissed as a liar and a ne'er-do-well. The now so-called APOSTATE is on the enemy list to be avoided, shunned and ignored hence forth.
What should an ex member do, keep their mouth shut about the con that is being worked on others? Should a victim of fraud keep silent and lick their wounds in fear of losing their family to the crowd still betting away on where the pea will turn up? No! It is immoral to hide a crime perpetrated on innocent victims. Worse, it is unthinkable to allow one's own family to be defrauded in the name of God and his service.

The so-called APOSTATE begins to spread the word that a contagious and insidious harm is being carried out by a protected religious outfit that makes special claims for its authority. Then, the critics come to the APOSTATE and chide them for their passion and ridicule their motives and scold them for their message.

How is one to answer such charges of unfair criticism? Shouldn't the good of the Watchtower Society be praised equally? After all, they aren't axe-murderers!

Here is one answer.

The Watchtower has over ONE HUNDRED YEARS head start on the whistle-blower. Their propaganda machine is a well-oiled multinational high octane monster. All Watchtower- bashing all the time couldn't catch up with the damage they've done.

In short, they steal men's souls by sucking time out of people's life to do anything personally beneficial. The busy-busy slave work spreads the viral infection to others. They use as bait the dazzling promise of paradise and the ultimate escape vacation from cares and woes. What they leave behind is the dried out husks of used up people left disillusioned, spent and devoid of a shred of self-worth.

And the Watchtower needs defending?

Watchtower critics are a tiny, almost infinitesimal anti-biotic in a sea of monstrous bilge spewing forth from Brooklyn. We are awash in their hate-mongering as they label honest query and righteous demands for accountability as apostasy. They hold families hostage and pit fathers against children and husbands against wives in their bid to own the very mind of each of their captives.

I say this. Here on FREEMINDS and other sites, we are a hospital; a triage unit on a battlefield so vast and littered with so many wounded, it can never be said the succor can ever equal the devastation to damaged lives. (Read the personal stories and add up the misery!)
Stifled voices strain to cry out here after decades of cover up, repression and mind control. The tortured souls of the innocent victims seek asylum in our embrace. The moans of exasperation have reached high into the empty skies to overflow the gates of Jehovah's abandoned Palace of Justice.

This, for the "apostate," is our only paradise, our purgatory and our hell all rolled into one. Let each man, woman, and child say what he will without restraint and some small measure of balance might be restored to toppled lives hungry for amnesty from the awful shredding evil of the Watchtower menace.

Extol the imaginary virtues of the Watchtower Society as you will, their graveyard of damaged souls grows yet more vast each day. For they are but a mirage of pretended righteousness which hides a smoldering wasteland of scorched immorality; those vampires of feckless misery. I have tasted the fruits of the Watchtower ministry and the sour poison has sickened me. But, it has not numbed my tongue.

I've not one word to say on their behalf and they have none to say on mine. That is balance enough.

by Terry Walstrom
for Randy
http://www.freeminds.org