As naive and illiterate as I truly am, I still suspect that being a former Jehovah's Witness isn't as bad as I had thought. It's similar to being Amish in D.C. Metro though. I still get all misty-eyed, remembering how much actual fun it was, listening to all the Biblical discussions at congregation. I think that was the highlight of my life, the most uplifting experience in the world.
Today, I started my prayer for healing, and decided that God wants us to feel loved, powerful for inclusiveness and to let joy seep into our spirits/soul. I get a real runner' high and with my physical injuries, I have been trying to switch my runners' high to spiritual highs.
There's an internal struggle for me to stay positive, because the world isn't the Jehovah's Witnesses congregation, where people shake other people's hands, and politely discuss the Bible. Also, I think the recent wintry storms makes me homesick for Australian weather, chocolate Tim Tams, the Hampton Beach, purple starfish, and good people.
My spirit is saddened because the reality of the Navy, and all of these brutal rapists I've encountered, who just aren't Jehovah's Witnesses. They are just definitely the opposite of Mister Rogers. I don't understand their violence, or glamorization of it. It's a herd mentality also. Otherwise, what could make them believe that eating human faces, hearts would somehow be proper? Even without drugs, they justify that type of heathen behavior with a satanic passion. They are non-Virginian savages.
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