GrouchoMarxJr

Gosh...So sorry about the heartaches that both excie and dmiller are going through...my dad died about a year ago and I also had a sister killed in a car accident at the age of 17...many years ago...this stuff is horrible, for lack of a better word...my heart goes out to you both. I know that Paw and the moderators have a job to do in order to keep this place operating properly...sometimes there's a conflict between what's appropriate (from their point of views and their responsibilities)...and the emotions that overwhelm people during the times of great tragedies. I suppose that the bottom line is for everyone to be as understanding as possible towards each other...I believe that we are all decent and caring people and usually these things work themselves out. Again...so sorry excie and dmiller...so very sorry.

Seeing that Wierwille was usually half in the bag by 10 am, I'm amazed he could even speak without slurring, let alone attempt to fabricate more of his wildass doctrines...oh wait a minute...that's right, he usually just copied word for word out of other people's books.

Roy...Glad to see that you're still questioning the false doctrines that Wierwille taught.

Of course it's easy enough to whip up a "doctrine" concerning the spirit realm...seeing there's no possible way to either verify it or prove it wrong...just make it up as you go...if people are already kissing your ring (or foot), then they'll probably swallow this legalistic diatribe without even chewing. I remember when Martindumb first came up with this "demon seed" theology of his...the seed lodged in the brain crap...holy mackeral, what a moron...and all this from a guy who couldn't keep his fly up. This "advanced" spiritual knowledge was so destructive to the individual, so unscriptural, so stupid...any serious theologian would have fallen off of his chair laughing.

I recall my first roa in 75...the folks that I went with kept sneaking into their tents to "burn a few"... ;)--> We also brought our own beer but had to drink it on the sly... Yeah...those early rocks had a lot of long haired Woodstock types floating around...very little structure...really cold showers in the morning...5am...ice cold water...quite the eye opener as I recall.

Mexican breakfast: Eggs over easy with small dabs (half teaspoon each dab) along the outside edges of the eggs of habanero salsa refried beans bacon fried bananas with cinnamon fried tortillas (eaten like toast)

Add to that: "But will you still respect me in the morning?"

C'mon Hammer, everyone knows that Ronald McCdonald is really a 5 star devil spirit...everytime you bite into one of those greasy big macs, another damion floats into your brain cells...and God help you if you supersize it!

"You can stab him with your steely knife, but you just can't kill the beast"...

Speaking of drambuie...I recently talked to a guy (and believe me, he would know) who watched Vic down an entire bottle of drambuie in an hour...if I did that, I would be "whistling carrots".

Yeah...I remember him saying that numerous times. Scheesh, the guy was a bus driving pimp. Howard made a living out of catching Veepees suit coat when he would take it off and throw it off stage... And when Geer gave his famous POP speech and accused us all of being out to lunch, "the world's greatest Christian laymen" folded like a cheap hammock. I've no respect for the man.

In spite of all the corruption, all the deceit, all the wrong doctrines...what made it all worth while were the relationships that all of us "common folk" developed with each other... To this day, I still remember all that stuff...certain people that meant so much to me...simply getting to know someone's heart, helping them, or them helping you...drinking a few beers together or just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. Tent city...tripping over some rope holding a tent up...crawling into the tent and fighting the mosquitoes and humidity...laying there and thanking God for being alive and being able to partake in a group of people who cared so much about each other. I lambast the corrupt leadership and the abuse as much as anyone here...it needs to be said...but I never lose sight of the great people who congregated at the roa...hanging out , being friends, helping each other...caring...it meant a lot.

I recall Veepee saying numerous times that he wanted to ordain Uncle Harry but that when he "reached up into the cookie jar" the answer was always no...My theory was that Wierwille purposely did not ordain certain folks because he figured it would add credibility to his getting revelation concerning the matter..."It's not up to me, it's up to God"...type of thing. Veepee getting revelation? I don't think he would have recognized revelation if it bit him on the foot.

A couple of weeks before I left twi, I sat down with the "ordained clergyman" in my area and had a long talk with him...I expressed my concerns as to where Martindale was "off the word" and my idea that if twi and the bible were at odds, it was better to stick with the bible...He agreed that Martindale was wrong but he thought it was better to stick with twi, even though they were wrong... I "resigned" from the ministry, shook his hand and left...As I walked out his door, he said "love ya bro..." The next day, this same "ordained clergyman" told the entire branch that I was devil possessed and to have no contact with me! He couldn't say it to my face...but he said it plenty behind my back...of course, that only reinforced my decision and convinced me even more that my decision was the right one.

tcat...about time you poked your head in here.

I was walking home one dark night and noticed three large men following me... I quickened my pace and as I glanced back, I noticed that they too, had quickened their paces... I broke out into a full sprint and as I looked back, saw that they too were running as fast as they could to overtake me... With a rush of adrenelin, I burst into my apartment and slammed the door shut, locking it. I then ran up to my second floor window and looked out...they were standing in front looking up at me, and one guy yelled out "We'll get you Groucho!" I then dropped my pants and stuck my foot out the window at them... The same guy yelled out again..."We'll get you too Martindale!"

George...My gawd, that stuff was classic...I laughed and reminisced at the same time...classic...simply classic...thanks.

Nobody, Nobody will ever love you the way I could love you cause nobody is that strong love is bitter sweet and life's treasure deep but no one can keep a love that's gone wrong Nobody Nobody will love you that way that I could cause nobody's that strong cause nobody's that strong Tom Waits ...I'm so sorry

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"the rims were a couple of inches low so it was really easy to dunk on them" I'd still need a step ladder... :P-->

Marlene...Wow!...I thought I was having a flashback. :P-->

snort snort... ;)-->

Linda...fair enough. I never meant to single out any one person. I was only trying to determine if the ordination of women was determined by something other than the criteria that the bible prescribes... We all know about the "promotions" that have occurred in the secular world due to "performance outside of the line of duty"...it appears to me that it was also the case with twi.

I would have to say that "Beam me up Scotty" will last far longer than anything that VP Wierwille or LCM ever said...and remembered by far more people.

It looks like I hit a nerve by calling bull.... on some of the fairer sex...it's ok to drive those nasty twi MALE leaders into the ground...everybody likes to pile on...but it seems that "some folks" are a little thin skinned when it comes to revealing those nasty little sins that the ladies were involved in...should I hang my head?