.:DOUGLAS LEE – ¡El Fin Está Cerca Nuevamente!
Autor del libro, El Fin está Cerca…¡Nuevamente!, comparte sus experiencias de haber crecido como un testigo de Jehová, arrastrado sin piedad dentro y fuera del Salón del Reino y de puerta en puerta, predicando las Buenas Nuevas del Reino. Hay algo realmente terapéutico en no tomar muy en serio tus preocupaciones y afanes.
As ill-luck would have it, I was born in 1964 to an unyielding Witness father who, as I was to discover, was intent on proving himself to be more holy than Swiss cheese. If that weren’t enough to be getting on with, my two older siblings and I regularly suffered the effects of his violent nature as well as his compulsive behaviour. So obsessed was he with his religion, that his life revolved around straining every last self-righteous drop of meaning from the Society’s non-stop outpourings.
My earliest memories as a Jehovah’s Witness were that of being dragged mercilessly backwards and forwards to the Kingdom Hall and from door to door, preaching the Good News of the Kingdom. Even then, the regimen and strict organisation of our lives seemed, to me, to be bordering on the ridiculous.
In his attempt to knock us into Christian shape, Dad doled out gratuitous discipline as though it was going out of fashion. Against today’s liberal standards, all that brute physicality would be totally unacceptable. Against my own personal standards of reasonableness and caring, even back then in 1960’s, my father fell awfully short of the mark.
Once at school, I had no choice than to begin to make comparisons between my own, rather bizarre life, and that of the other children I saw around me, and that was when the real horror of the situation struck me as hard as a black pudding to the nape of the neck. I was a weirdo!
The one shaft of light, however, amongst the impenetrable darkness of life as a Witness was knowing that soon, this system of things, as they called it, was coming to an end. “Just five more years”, were Dad’s watchwords as he talked us through the cataclysmic events that were to bring about the end of the world.
I always listened intently to his words and imagined life without non-Witnesses. In my book, that truly would be bliss. No more jeering faces and uncomfortable questions at school, no more suffering at Christmas and birthdays, and more importantly, no more preaching work! The end seemed to be the perfect solution to all my problems and, somewhat unashamedly, I ached for the arrival of Armageddon and what amounted to the annihilation of everyone except us.
Talk of ‘the end’ had been the dinner-table subject ever since I could remember. Just like some families fantasised about winning the lottery, we talked animatedly about the death and destruction of all mankind. No matter what time of our lives we were in, Dad always made reference to his ephemeral ‘five-year window of opportunity’ in which the wicked nations had a chance to realise their folly and repent and then, after that, how it was going to be curtains for the lot of them.
Waiting for the end became supremely boring and so, because of that, my life as a Witness became blotted with misdemeanours. I found myself getting into one scrape after another with the elders as I tried my best to cope with the harsh demands of the faith along with the extreme boredom of a life without any tangible fun. Dad was the top banana in our congregation and that only served to make things even worse. It wasn’t long before I became an embarrassment to him and to the congregation and so finally, and very much to dad’s relief, I was thrown out of the doors of the Kingdom Hall, never to return again.
As I left the sect and ventured out into the world at the age of twenty, I took with me a deeply fatalistic outlook on the future of mankind as well as the absolute certainty that I had only five years left to live. Thus, much like a terminally ill person who knows they have only a limited time left, I lived only for the pleasure of experience and took up activities that many would label as life threatening.
Throughout my twenties, I lost myself to a world of drugs, alcohol, and extreme (as well as extremely dangerous) sexual activity. By the age of twenty-nine I was tired and careworn from so much partying and yet, curiously, still alive. It was only then that I began to smell a rat.
Thinking about things logically, and with the help of the voluminous information I found on the Internet, I arrived at the stark realisation that the Jehovah’s Witness faith had been absolutely wrong about the end. In fact, if what I was reading was to be believed, they’d been wrong about everything! Feeling more than a little cheesed off, I was forced to pick up the pieces of my life and to begin to make some definite plans for the future. One of them was to have a very strong word with my father.
Little by little, I managed to turn my life around and integrate myself into society as a normal (whatever that might be) person and I’m pleased to say that life has been very kind to me since then. Perhaps it felt a little sorry for me and thought I deserved a break.
Now, after nearly 20 years as an ex Jehovah’s Witness, I work as a therapist and take great joy in helping people overcome previous conditioning that is no longer serving them. Wherever I can, I aim to assist people in leaving behind their restrictive faiths and opening themselves up to life. After all, this is a wonderful world filled with beautiful people. You only have to look into their eyes to see it. I truly believe that we are beings of love and when we don’t love one another, we aren’t following our true destiny. They say that fate is the hand we are dealt in life, yet destiny is how we choose to play that hand. Being brought up as a Jehovah’s Witness isn’t something that I would have consciously chosen. However, now that I have choice in my life, I have decided to choose happiness, love, light, and a nice piece of fried black pudding every Saturday morning!
I believe that every ex-Jehovah’s Witness has at least one good book in him, and over the last four years, I’ve been wrestling mine onto paper. The result is my book, The End is Nigh…Again (But this time we really mean it!) by Douglas Lee.
I’ve kept it funny, light hearted and, at times, quite irreverent, yet always completely focussed on highlighting the madness found within this fundamentalist faith. Now that it’s written, I feel so much more equipped to put the whole fiasco behind me… well, almost. If you would like to share a little of my world and perhaps gain some new ways to look at those old, tiresome memories, then please feel free to purchase my book. There’s something quite therapeutic about laughing away your worries and cares. It’s available on lulu.com and can be purchased in printed form as well as e-book. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!
WEBMASTER’S NOTE: Douglas Lee’s personal thoughts about the Bible are quite antagonistic toward anything to do with God and Christian beliefs. Therefore as a Christian ministry, we would not endorse his book for anything more than a good laugh about his experiences in the Jehovah’s Witnesses.