It doesn’t specifically deal with the jehovah’s witnesses, but it does deal with the things that destructive cults have in common.

Very fascinating. The author was a moonie for two and a half years.

As a JW, I did learn a lot of scriptures, but I didn’t become a loving person. I was judgmental towards myself and others from trying to serve a god that was never satisfied and who constantly reminded us of all the people that would soon be destroyed in armageddon.

Once I escaped, I learned that the fear tactics were simply meant to keep the “faithful” in line and subjugated to the leadership’s rules and regulations.

Here’s an example of one of their rules. If a woman is raped and fails to scream during the ordeal, she must have wanted it and thus can be punished by the congregation for immorality.

The rules and regulations of the JW make serving god a chore and a burden rather than a blessing.

We are kindred spirits. I can’t see ever being associated with an organized religion either. At least not for religious reasons. God doesn’t need that from me.

He doesn’t need anything from me. He’s that smile and warm hug waiting for me when things get tough. He’s the kernels of curiosity that keep my interest for life alive. Always there. Always caring. Always available to me.

Yeah, I don’t need any group and especially not a group that paints God as an unpleasable monster who tempts his creations with conditional love.