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How is the day the day of a cash / a? Are they different for men and women?
What differences with the numerary assistant?
Is there numerary assistants?
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Alvaro, buy the book BEING A WOMAN IN THE OPUS DEI time to remember, ELIZABETH ARMS and you will learn what questions.
But I'll tell you another day was a day as a numerary assistant in the O.
Today I'd rather read the book you've recommended.
Un abrazo
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Hi:
The books are very expensive, better have! is better!. I'm interested in what the numerary assistants, the aggregate as the aggregate that relate to supporters of the work or something?
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The promise is a promise so here is the story: One day a numerary assistant.
Friday, 7.30 to mañanana, you hear the bell "minute heroic 'feet to the floor, kneel, kiss the floor and say my prmera aspiration:" Serviam ".
It is winter and cold, I grab a toothbrush and soap, separate the curtain of my clique and I go to the bathroom, I queue to enter the shower, (there are very few and we are more than 50 numerary assistants, the only numeraries have their own bathroom in your room with door) my turn, the water comes directly from the snow on the mountain, ejaculatory prayer while I let my body heat to evaporate from the reaction of shivering in the rain this the artichoke. I soaped up very quickly and I explain, then I dry very quickly, you have to make way for the next girl.
I wait in line at the sink, toilet and me back to my room praying fervent prayers, I saw, I make the bed and under the chapel, attend Mass and take communion, then, as is the first Friday of the month and I have to whip me with the disciplines, climb quickly, the lame wardrobe and go to the bathroom, I enter a toilet., I undress and pray while I hit it as hard as I can. I get dressed, I return to the instrument and its place under the stairs two at a time to get breakfast. I like buttered toast untarme so today I will eat without it. There is a numerary watching us, they eat in another room. After breakfast I go to put on sackcloth, now, instead of two, I have to take three hours to purge an impure thought. I squeeze it tightly against my thigh, I endure the urge to scream: "hurts" and leave the room avoiding conscientiously limp. Under the dining room (we got there the classes) is now the primary mathematics. Then, a few, each with its task, we moved to the area of withdrawals and retreats, it's time to clean and the rooms are empty. With a wool cloths feet I start polishing the ground, the hair shirt nailed me more in each reciprocating impetuous: slap, slap, advance the right foot, then left, slap, slap, slap ...
We returned to the administration, we must go back to the dining room instead of playing class chat, close all windows, the only light is that of flexo numerary the table of courses offered by the paper. The theme is about fraternal correction, we are told that no good spirit of Opus Dei who does not practice at least once a week. I remember that week I have not done any and I start to break the hulls checking to see who my "sisters" has done something reprehensible, all seem to me holy, I find no candidate but I want to have good spirit and to use a nimiería an assistant and decide to carry out the correction, this requires locating the head of the house, which is not always available, and tell the fix that is going to do, if approval is obtained must go, look for the person concerned and make the correction: "Look fulanita, not right that you rinse your mouth when you make so much noise." She even thinks: "But if I do sound" has to say only thanks. After the grueling task, we must find again the director and say no more: "Mission Accomplished."
I have spent my three hours of hair, so I climb the stairs to my clique, I take it off and I keep it. I run back downstairs, entered the chapel to pray the prayers, then do my fifteen minutes of reading, binding, and then go to the kitchen because we kind of idem.
Later we eat, turn two of us weekly, are responsible for collecting the dishes. A numeraries, (which we have to call you ladies and) we have to serve at table dressed in black uniform, white apron and cap. To me, at this center, I performed that task, but I had to do it on the other side of the house at people who came to the retreats.
One of my greatest sacrifices was the knowledge that could not progress, it would be, to death, a maid and would have to see at numeraries above me, all life. It seemed very unfair that God would be so classist Had we not given them and me everything we had?
It was not my fault being born into a family is not wealthy. Why these distinctions?
When we finished eating and washing utensils, went to the salon gatherings. And I proceeded to sew and iron clothes press. While there I came for my director of confidences, and during the conversation I asked about the number of ejaculations they had prayed that week, I did not remember, had not told, besides, what did it matter? "They were not dedicated to God?, For he had received and she insisted that I should keep count.
I returned to the clothes press.
Later, in company with other assistants, I went to a pavilion, also of coexistence, which was like a km. our house, but within the property, (which incidentally was fenced, we could not see out) there helped in the kitchen to make dinner and then with the appropriate uniform, I served the tables, then picked up, washing dishes We returned to the main house and we went to the last chat. I forgot to mention that throughout the afternoon had prayed the rosary and many ejaculations.
Around noon we went to sleep, but before (as was the first Friday of the month and had to keep vigil in the chapel all night) I checked on the list the time you should get up, the name of the girl I the wake and which should arouse me.
That night also touched me sleep on board, so I undid my bed with my clothes and went to buardilla, where I again make it on a table.
In winter, this was a real sacrifice and that by placing the sheet directly on wood heat is not coming in all night.
The next morning, running more than ever, because it took something back with the bedclothes and making it, I start a new day.
Forgive me has lengthened therefore hope that at least serve as something you my story.
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Thanks Poppy for your story.
What are disciplines?.
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Alvaro DRAE transcribe the definition of the disciplines: The tool, usually made of hemp, with several branches, whose ends are thicker cannelloni, and used to whip.
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Thanks Poppy.
From your story, what most impressed me are the differences between numeraries-the ladies auxiliary and numerary.
Life in a house I guess that has to be hard, but for an assistant, so accounts, is also humiliating and degrading treatment.
Is that life of holiness?. What's with the cap and talking about you?
Mentality that the more petty and treacherous of such josemaria. As you can humiliate and exploit both to people who have wanted to give all, in a selfless, motivated by their religious faith.
And worst, it can still happen in this forum, someone who dares to justify these differences, they put in doubt or you take a joke.
Two last question, poppy:
1) Who cleans the toilets of the ladies numeraries?
2) Who and what attracted you to the Opus?
A greeting to all,
Alvaro
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Dear Alvaro, as told in this forum, in: Stories of people affected, how they caught me, but I do not mind telling you.
You see, I worked as a saleswoman in a store because my parents could not give me studies, but one day a friend told me he was going to work at a residence where young ladies in the afternoon would give classes, or going to study.
And I, who longed for more knowledge, I managed to get a place at the residence which was a boarding school of Opus Dei. Organization, by the way, which I had never heard in life, of course I'm talking about for many years. I then just turned (5 days before my departure) 15 years and do not think that was like the girls now, (I wish I had your knowledge of life) was only a child.
There, away from my parents and friends as I wanted and manipulated, between lectures and retreats y. .., well, it beeps.
Was that a house in which to attract vocations wore the sheepskin on a wolf's claws.
People were very happy, very light residence, but, yes, was on the mountain and surrounded by wall. And there we left only accompanied by a "Miss". But we were waxing machines to burnish the floor and it was all new.
However, the house of study center, what most comes to mind is that it was very dark and sad.
I still feel tightness in the chest when I remember that stage of my life.
Not knowing how I was transformed from: cheerful saleswoman, a: perennial servant without pay or social security, is on occasion made me think that my board was more expensive, education and stay that what they had to pay me for my services .
Change the subject and move to answer point 2:
Yes, Álvaro, which we were cleaned the bathrooms of the "ladies" like their rooms.
Sorry to tell you no more. That's enough for today noose in my throat.
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While not exactly the reason for this topic, I would like to know the duties of a temporary, does that make money from, do you have a spiritual director?, "Informs their work? etc.
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Dear Poppy, impresionanate description of a typical day, but maybe's for the distance in time you forgot a few more things: mental prayer half an hour morning and afternoon, the particular and the general examination and the visit. Do not you took the stage at which they had to pray the three parts of the Rosary (fifteen mysteries) daily?.
In my opinion ever going to be more difficult than in Spain piten N. Assistants, by the evolution of society. Pitaj will be replaced by Latin America, Africa and the Philippines. In my last live-and could be seen occasionally in the service any African girl. I remember the gatherings Founder always spoke highly of the N. Attendants, said her daughters were small and that their work was what had always made the Virgin in Nazareth. Once said that was so important that there would come a day when Universitaria and people of good position Pítari N. Attendants, said it like an advertisement for the future, can not remember the year. My question is, if you stay in the OD heard anything about this. If between the N. Assistants who had met some of the features I commented. Also, and forgive my curiosity, I wonder who you had in the salons of the first assistants, if any, and you met that year were the first pitaj. Thank you in advance and hugs |
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The supernumerary also have their standards if they are obliged to give part of their salary, in my case, twenty years ago was little that I earned little and lived in my house with my mother and brothers and also had to provide, I think that there is a percentage, may be the 10, but also depend on the circumstances of each, they are exposed to your principal. Of course you have a director who would do a weekly chat, a spiritual director who is a priest of the center, do your whole life plan as any member, but without discipline and sackcloth, at least I never I raised, the removal and annual living, theology classes, and of course the apostolate as any. It's also hard, especially because you live in the world more than a cash / ay at situations you find that you have to give, and more than one may seem weird, or things that are alien.
but Ulysses, if you have not been anything in the OD, will participate in training or an activity, otherwise it seems weird that interest you. I say this because people will poquita sole interest to OD if you do not know at least from the outside. Otal once you're a guy from San Rafael? Greetings to all, |
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Dear Volo, no, I do not play the time of the three parts of the rosary, but I think sometimes it prayed the fifteen mysteries. With regard to mental prayer, it seems that only a half hour, realize that it was much time to be devoted to work, on the other hand, being in training must also spend hours at cooking classes, cleaning, etc.
I do not know what you mean with particular examination, the general and the visit, I will explain.
I agree with you with respect at Ns. Assistants of the future, which will undoubtedly other countries as at Spanish and do not give them cheese. And to your question on this too I must say no, I agreed with other races, we were all Spanish, in various autonomous communities, but from here.
Yes, I met one of the first Ns. Auxiliaries, I suppose, because of age, which should be, but was very quiet, worked to make sackcloth and while I ironed clothes or sewed together with other auxiliaries, it was dale que te pego the pliers, it was very tricky with the tool involved, the task was well learned.
What I question about the gatherings, because I remember they told us some anecdotes about the first girls, but I forgot, I can tell none of those stories, sorry.
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Hi Poppy, I read your chilling story a few days ago and I could not respond until now. Reading it has made me relive some feelings that I had kept in the dark corners of my memory. Not that I was numbered assistant, which goes ... but hey, you know that some of those things you're saying do Fellows also. Now, I never got to sleep on a table. If anything on the floor but only when the floor was wooden.
What these words may sound cynical to me again recently recalled Marc "OD: the best place to live and the best place to die." In reading the quotation from Marc, my memory immediately brought me images of a gathering of the founder in a big theater, I think in Argentina, I'm not sure. But the founder finished the sentence with an emphatic "What good is being in Opus Dei!" then a vibrant ovation of applause from the audience surmounted all his words.
I do not mean to say that the founder of cynicism, not by God. Besides, now that is holy I will have to measure my words better. I say that sound cynical when reading stories like yours. Stories that are really numerary assistants, together with the priests, who give the block (the corn, or whatever) in Opus Dei. This aids that numeraries and priests are having a harder life in the RE I remember what a philosopher said cash with which I lived in a dormitory, which-of course-I have seen here and is easily recognizable to read the list of members of this forum.
Poppy, I found particularly poignant (say "Kafkaesque" If I had read enough works of Kafka, so for now I will not say just in case, but hey, I understand) the image of that poor numerary assistant with pliers and sackcloth. Poor woman ... Is that sanctified in the midst of the world? What world, the Dungeons & Dragons or another woman that she was crazy - something I told a friend and went to a church hopping from bank to bank until he reached the altar and said into the microphone: " hello good morning, I am the African Queen. " Poor woman, this Queen of Africa also would be very happy, no one could steal the privilege of being the queen of Africa but ... it is also true that nobody could make him see that he was simply crazy.
In short, I always end up rambling, we observe that I like to write ;-) Let's see if I ever learn to do it fairly well!
Well, I tried to say that the sanctification of the world amid sounds pathetic when one reads stories like yours, which describes a great house to be walled with mountains at which accompanied or monitored salts in which patrols the halls with your machine polisher fitted with your sackcloth and you count the ejaculations. (do not know how you stamped with machine and all against a wall). Almost reminds me of Charlie's Angels. Too bad you do not come to her rescue and pasted a good punch to the bad.
Oh, before I forget. The first thing to say that the work of the numerary assistants is the best we saw in the OD and no doubt many will agree with me. That you do, that work so well made and so quiet is exceptional. Too bad so numeraries auxiliary bearing accounts that life seems more contemplative souls out of the world, in a closed world. If I still cash and I considered myself out of the world ... imagine what I thought of let alone numerary auxiliaries (and now to hear your experience I think more so).
I guess for you as for me, find yourself in your bedroom ground from exhaustion and even think for a second lie down in bed a few minutes to relax and rest the back, the less would be unthinkable, beyond question. But however I was lucky when a few days of "permission" to visit my parents-my real house, I could not deprive of pleasure as healthy as elemental. Why say this? To try to explain to those who have not lived, how in the OD We had to give up something as simple as that, not because God was watching us, but for fear that someone else saw us. But this would provide for a separate chapter ...
Before concluding I would satisfy my curiosity about something minor compared to what you have told. The numerary assistants worshiped wine and coffee at numeraries (I suppose you do as well with the Fellows). I just want you to tell me that you too you had the right to drink wine and coffee at meals but it will not serve anyone (that is unimportant if you can at least enjoy it, right?). Thank you. Oh, and I feel that my message has been so chaotic, had too many things to say |
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Hello crucible, were any of my stories made you think that I have recently come out?, Then no, many years ago, thanks to ..., maybe a depression, I'm out.
But do not kid yourself, do not think the couple now believe (I'm not much) that: "Well, those were different days.
I was there from 15 to 19 years and was so sensitive, so young and person of flesh and blood as any girl can be today. And that experience really hurt and still hurts.
They took my adolescence, I stole the folly of youth, I was tortured with the worst torture that can exist: to make you torturing yourself, and I was put in a "jail" that though he had never had the doors open had escaped without their consent.
You see I could not, as you ask, write a book about recent experiences. I really do not know if you know write a book, but thanks for intending.
Un abrazo
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| Friends: I just ask you a bit of restraint. Basically I agree with the conclusions to be drawn from the history of a tenured assistant who wrote the previous messages. The Work-best, procedures, alienate and separate you from the real world, in many cases, is unknown until you leave the Opus Dei. Now, not trying to make our stay in the centers of the Work in passages of terror. I think you have gone to women who devoted their time to make sackcloth. Regardless of whether the "product" produced is not very common (and not much output on the market, by the way), the work does not differ much from the Seat employee who spends 8 hours putting screws into a string assembly. Another thing is that in the Work not complying with labor rights (Social Security payments, unemployment ...), which right now that's questionable. Furthermore, the numerary assistant (can not remember his nick now) would ask, first, if not brought anything good to stay on site (some would, I guess) on the other, say I very surprised if you really was a tenured Auxialiar not know what is the half hour of mental prayer in the morning and afternoon and visit the Blessed Sacrament. Un abrazo, amigos. |
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Dear Iggy, first of all I understand nothing one thing: I told you at the house where Piteå (new and bright it) it was waxing machines (although, despite its name, only we used for polishing, waxing we did in knees, otherwise it could not be reached either at corners) however, in my first story in: "How is a daily cash," I was not referring to that stage but two years later at the center studies, and there was no machinery to buff the wax, there we drew the brightness with some cloths on his feet, and of course, when this task coincided with the hours of sackcloth ... imagine.
Telling you this because I read in your writing "... the aisles with your machine polisher fitted with your sackcloth ...", and I realized that two-step recounting of my life at that ... (let's leave it at institution), have given rise to a story confused with another.
I turn now to answer what you ask me about wine and coffee:
You see Iggy, already in the boarding Pite had to serve tables, with black uniform, white apron and cap, but he did at the other side, the Fellows, (you see, the assistants were the only ones that could make eye contact with the Fellows), I do not mean by this that they were not served the table, the task of conducting another of my classmates. Therefore I do not know what you ask me, but I can tell you that to them (to you), never served them cups or mugs, since they left the bottles or coffee on the table. The food we were passing it the of commensal commensal in a covered tray fitted so that they (you) is served.
As to what questions about the wine from the Ancillary ¿...?,'m white, I only know that sometimes we were given at the gathering (with loud cries of the director, so exceptional, or because only the Opus had the privilege, or perhaps only numeraries and assistants) came to consecrate.
Sorry for not completely satisfied your curiosity.
Could you meet me by answering this question: What is a hair shirt?, Not that is, obviously, I know, but what it does. It surprises me that God is so twisted.
Abrazos
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