Watchtower Society – Clarification No. 35
In Wiesloch there seems to be a drilled troop of Jehovah's Witnesses. Most likely, these people had been forewarned for a long time and were just waiting for somebody to show up to give them embarrassingly true sayings on A4 pages. They reacted extremely cool and held out relatively long in the situation of being transferred. Of course they noticed the penny falling on the passers-by, but they were bored to death, at least not to lose their official face. This is the honor of the Jehovah's Witnesses that they remain loyal to the Watchtower liar despite the realization of the lie. Loyalty is their honor. Hitler's SS used this saying. Jehovah's Witnesses also have this saying.
Without much hope that I would actually meet Jehovah's Witnesses in Wiesloch, I walked from the old train station toward the pedestrian precinct and briefly thought about what it would be like to seek public confrontation with Jehovah's Witnesses in the immediate vicinity of my own place of residence. Even before the pedestrian precinct, at the former Schlecker in Wiesloch, I was completely surprised to see a Jehovah's Witness working for his spiritual mother, the Watchtower Society. Suddenly I had a pulse of 280 and I was looking for the right sayings to stall him. I positioned myself relatively far away from him and waited for him to register me. After a minute he saw me and stayed totally calm. His reaction was a constant up-and-down walking, so I had to react very carefully so that nobody could say I was chasing him.
After about 10 minutes he walked down towards the inside of the pedestrian zone. Slowly I walked behind him, always thinking that I was not "following" him. In front of the upper branch of the Volksbank he stood quite calmly next to his Jehovah's Witness buddy, who only noticed me with one eye and had nothing better to do than to tell his friend something about his private life. It seemed that these two had not been interested in a contact with other people for a long time. The only thing that was of interest to them was the faithful performance of the sermon service.
The passers-by were consistently attentive and understood the connection quickly and sustainably. A woman laughed when I later saw her again in another place and a woman accompanying me at that time said: "She's got it!"
As I stood in front of the two ice-cold Jehovah's Witnesses in front of the Volksbank branch, a woman who had been a Jehovah's Witness for 10 years spoke to me. Since she left, she has been busy enjoying freedom in all religious directions and showed me her Celtic cross with the sign of balance, a pentagram not at the top. The two Jehovah's Witnesses withdrew very inconspicuously after a few minutes, and we, the Celtic woman and I, went in the direction of Schlecker's death. On this way we met the laughing woman.
Later, surprisingly, two more Jehovah's Witnesses, obese, businessmen of anti-Christian seduction, approached me. I tried to find out if they wanted to line up somewhere, but they escaped me at the new shopping block at the roundabout. I left it at that. There are still many days on which Jehovah's Witnesses try to fulfill their duty hours in Wiesloch.
Once a fly has flown into the room, it tries for hours – until its death – to fly through the glass pane into the light. With a seemingly infinite energy, she flies towards the light at every conceivable point of the window. She cannot see that her intention is not only meaningless, but will inevitably result in death. She cannot understand that the light she is following is false information. She cannot see that the path to freedom and life through the glass is brutal and 100 percent limited. A fly at the window symbolizes the Jehovah's Witness, who is working all his life and until he gives himself up for his salvation. The humming humming noises of a fly at the window fatally remind us of the hopelessness of the prisoners of the Jehovah's religion. Instead of contemplating and taking the only way out, Jesus, Jehovah's Witness works hour after hour – until death occurs – against the translucent wall of his prison, according to the false information.