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I cannot remember the last year I went to the ROA, it all seems like a prolonged bad dream. Please allow me to meander through some of the memories from various years. The first year was around 1975. Some new recruits of the W.O.W. program had to sleep on cots in a barn with occasional rats running about. There were showers to use, but there was no hot water, very invigorating in the late fall weather. Dannon Yogurt was plentiful, I remember seeing the trucks there. Another year, I remember when they were drumming up money to build the W.O.W. Auditorium. At first VP said he didn't want his name on it, but he later caved in and said OK to his name being on it. The Way was asking for volunteers to help build the auditorium. By this time in my involvement, I was rather cool to the idea. Also, the Fountain of Living Waters was being planned and they were asking for donations. I didn't give any money to that effort either. It did not make sense to me with all the needs people have, that we would donate to a fountain that I would only see if I went to New Knoxville, maybe once a year. Does anyone remember when people chipped in to buy VP a big Harley-Davidson motorcycle? As he was cruising slowly through the crowd, a plethora of professional and amateur photographers were chasing him and taking pictures of him on the motor cycle. Sometimes, I wonder if they were hired to show up. The cameras looked very expensive. Also, there was a quartet that sang a cappella singing songs like "The sons of the Pioneers". I can't remember their name, but when they were on the stage performing, they were very good, but VP couldn't resist stealing the spotlight, so he shuffled up on stage doing his adorable grandpa dance. Of course the crowd just ate it up, because they adored him so. So, right before they got the chorus of the song, VP would shout "SING IT!" and the crowd would go wild. Remember? Jumping back to 1976, does anyone remember someone teaching about a constitutional crisis, or something like that, where we were supposedly in danger of losing our democracy? A reverend said he prayed to God on a beach to save our country. Apparently, the danger had passed and America survived another day. What was one of the benefits of the PFAL class? Enable you to separate truth from error? Well we don't have to worry about that any more, they stopped the PFAL classes, from what I've heard. And no more Rock of Ages? Amazing. No more Camp Gunnison? No more Way College of Emporia? I guess some people came to their senses. At one point, I had considered joining the Way Corp. God must have told me not to do that. I am so glad I listened. You know the old saying, what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. Amen to that!

page 4 10 years go by............ therapy begins . You fill in the rest(IF IT HELPS YOU) OR IF YOU THINK IT CAN HELP OTHER PEOPLE COMING OUT OF THE WAY INTERNATIONAL. OR IF YOU THINK IT MIGHT HELP OUR SOCIETY TO UNDERSTAND.........AND FIND HEALING .

page 3 alone..........i walk into the hollow building slowly quiely with reverance as if visiting a sick friend in an intensive care ward. my focus is on the God i believe in the one i believe to be real that i have failed serving,..........his name Jesus. A man of sorrow on a wooden cross, a God who experienced such horror and sadness because he so loved the WORLD. As i walk closer i am powered by the heartbeat with the blood running through my veins bought and paid for by this JESUS. I feel i don't belong here...i feel sad because i can't serve God with a true calling.........and i have nothing left to give NOTHING what stands between us is an alter of holiness i can't enter and i feel like an orphaned child..alone..just visiting. I stand with the sword in my hand given to every follower as the seed of sowers,i had to bring it back and lay it down. It tormants my soul...i wanted this more than anything at one time...and now i lay my sword down and i will walk away. I can no longer fight....i am weary.i can stand no more.....I walk away in silence only hearing the echos of my shoes and HONESTY.

The Way is like....watching the Wizard of Oz...except Dorothy and Toto die in the end

The Way International is like...getting ....*d without a kiss. The Way International is like...a day without Son light...dark. The Way International is like the mushroom treatment. They keep you in the dark, feed you a bunch of $hit, and then can you. Merry Christmas everyone. Happy Hou Ho Re Lo ;-)