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No, they do not toss pussycats out of penthouses and observe what happens. I already asked somebody "in the know" that question, heh heh.

That was kind of the question I had when I first started reading some of the posts here. Then I started remembering things- and stuff really started adding up. So I think it has a useful purpose. I don't see the same people post all the time either- I can think of quite a few that I haven't seen a post from for a very long time. Most seem to be newcomers, like Belle, Bob, and all the other nice folks.

Some of us were in that rot-hole for over twenty years. You do have an honest question- but some people take quite a while to really "get over it". Especially with the kind of time an resources we dumped down the hole.

Yep. I have heard that called "white man's fire". You know- twenty gallons of gasoline, two or three cords of wood, and you still have a heck of a time getting the thing to go.

Veterinarians and scientists have devoted years of research to falling cats, and call it "high rise syndrome".

Cats that fall from a twenty story building are more likely to survive than those that fall from a two story building.

In a lot of ways, I think the owing the stinkhole your lousy, meager existence is the true vey definition of "thankful" or "blessed". "I'm soooooo thankful..." What for? The answer I've heard nine times out of ten- "for the ministry that taught me da vord". And "they" make sure that they are on the top of the prayer list. I know, I know, they put "God" on the top- nice custom, but in name only, in my opinion. Certainly not to put God first.

Bob, good choice- "you owe your whole stinking rotten miserable life to the outhouse that presented you 'heaps' on a steaming platter" is among one of my favorite dead horses to give a real workout, heh heh.

Well, I was alluding to more of the reality of the situation. They have tried taking God's place. Blind obedience to leadership required case in point- and even God himself does not require such stupidity. When it does not work- they get madderenhell. They are "god", after all. Just CANT do any wrong. Have all the answers. And yes, they blame the individual- unfortunately. "It does not work" just is not even in their vocabulary.

Really stinks when you have to stoop to the level of duping your own kids to run a class. "Here, you can be 'blessed' just like mom and dad (said with a glazed empty look in the eyes).." Probably have the poor suckers earn the money for the class by cleaning the branch guys yard, cleaning out his pool, and digging out his antiquated septic system.. With a smile! I have seen stuff like that..

Then they get so darned mad when they can't perform what they say they can do. Friggin idiots..

One thing I can say about B.G.- he lived up to his word. Can't say that for a lot of other folks.

One explanation I was given about never being alone with the opposite sex- especially if you were a minister- they don't want to give ANY opportunity for scandal to be given to the gospel. They just did not want to be a bad witness. Makes a little bit of sense to me.. Even in the "swinging" seventies I witnessed religious folk, if they did the human thing like anybody else, were targeted with scathing ridicule. Many times from people with the moral values of guinea pigs. Held to a different standard. Unfair? Perhaps. I guess if you claim sanctification and the such, you better live up to it..

Or his little aircraft carrier too, heh heh.

Cute. Now I've gotta go find out where my mouse ran off to, heh heh..

Interesting.. recently I don't seem to have a lot of the thoughts any more, just find myself acting out some of the old garbage once in a while. What you said about waking up and thinking the stuff- reminds me of something similar. I quit smoking about nineteen years ago. Until last year, I would still smoke in my dreams, fairly often. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, asking what in the H I was trying to do to myself again. I don't dream about being in the ministry anymore though- those were some REAL strange dreams to wake up from- twig. The last one was about a year and a half ago, and both Rosie and Donna were there- wasn't scary, part of me knew it just couldn't be, heh heh.

Could have been para - legal.. probably quazi- legal. Definitely not para normal..

I think they got the spelling wrong. Her ordination certificate probably just says her "ministry" is supposed to be an expert in the art of "pestering" the saints.

I did not follow his career very closely but, I remember when he went to Russia, may have been in the early seventies? Whenever it was, it was a big deal at the time for anybody to go there, especially if you were of the religious sort. Seems he came back quite a bit softer after seeing some of the bigger picture in the world..

Nobody was touching the flower either. Of course, nobody else saw it doing its little song and dance.. I think I felt like the looney tunes guy who saw a hundred year old frog get up and do the boogey.. "paranormal", heh heh. I was probably "almost" in a legal condition at the time.. Def, does that count close enough to "para legal" for you? Heh heh.

Even in over twenty years.. if somebody asked me "who is VP" I would probably still have to say "I have no idea"- the only thing I knew about him was his public persona. He sure could put on a good show- of course that really says nothing about the true character of an individual. I learned about his true character here. I found myself in the same predicament as you Belle- I threw everything out, at least mentally- believing, stuff about manifestations, everything- still refuse to read his stuff. Slowly, I find myself picking SOME of the stuff back up.

Well.. thanks, I think, heh heh. I understood the "Rozilla" part- definitely an apt description. "Rug Muncher"- I think I am starting to get it, I am a little dense at times, heh heh.

I was always kind of partial to Dr. Seuss rhymes..

Groucho, it sounds funny enough- just don't know what you are alluding to, heh heh. Please explain-

Once I saw a flower sitting on the kitchen table sit up, turn around and "look" at me.. I think my condition was para- legal at the time.. At least it didn't talk. I would've really freaked, heh heh.