I Wept by the Rivers of Babylon

I imagine there are a great many young men and women who--unless I warn them--will go down the self-same path I took, wasting my youth.I WEPT BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON is a cautionary tale for unwitting travelers on their imagined road to heaven or paradise.I mark the blind alleys, pitfalls, side-tracks to nowhere and last horizon where sanity drops off and HERE THERE BE DRAGONS.iF I can stop just one more person from going along with the Watch Tower allure of empty promises and broken...
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I imagine there are a great many young men and women who--unless I warn them--will go down the self-same path I took, wasting my youth.I WEPT BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON is a cautionary tale for unwitting travelers on their imagined road to heaven or paradise.I mark the blind alleys, pitfalls, side-tracks to nowhere and last horizon where sanity drops off and HERE THERE BE DRAGONS.iF I can stop just one more person from going along with the Watch Tower allure of empty promises and broken dreams, I can stop my nightmare from its eternal return. You see, it was too late for me. But, while there is still breath in my body, I have determined to raise the cry: PLEASE! DON'T GO INSIDE!For the casual reader, it is a historical recounting of the conscientious objector grappling with the Draft Board, FBI and federal justice system during the Vietnam War. The 1960's was an incredible decade in which all the old values were turned on their head and a youth movement unhinged the power structure of modern society. Totally at odds with the hippIes, flower children, rock n' rollers, druggies, war protesters and existentialist poets--young Jehovah's Witness men were clean-cut, polite, squeaky clean oddballs about to be fed by their Governing Body into a meat grinder on purpose.My book reveals that purpose and the human rights violations wrought by men of hubris who ran the publishing business cum religion of Jehovah's Witnesses. The path from ancient Rome and early Christianity up through the centuries to the time of Pastor Russell and Judge Rutherford provides an enlightening contrast. Each denomination, sect and cult insisted they read the same Bible and followed the same God--and yet--the results of their absolute certainty were ever at odds!How does it happen and what will make it stop? Read my book and hear my own answers. I WEPT BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON has succeeded in granting me peace of mind, at last.