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Scowling.

There are people here who can answer that with a "yes". Be careful what you wish for.

Ah, come on, Thomas. Give the poor guy a break. He did, after all, invent the hook shot, play pro hoops, invent McDonald's and command God to make a snowstorm appear, just for him. And, the snow was so heavy, the sky turned pitch black.hahahahaha! Ohhhh! I almost forgot. He knew a secret way to make snow explode. How cool is that?

..................... Well, anyhow, charging for classes.... Yeah, I think it's OK to cover expenses. Oh, wait, what expenses? Let's see. Class locations were usually gratis, refreshments were paid for by the locals, labor was voluntary....

"John Race is the believer and only one that was the pilot of ambassador 1" Really?? I thought Frank Cardullo piloted the plane, as well. Whadda ya know!

Well, if this stuff hadn't been known since the first century, how can it be that all these other guys already knew it? BTW...Bullinger died in 1913....Who copied whom?

Nope. No idea who he is. Should I? BTW....The PFAL class actually started out as a class by B.G. Leonard called Gifts of The Holy Spirit. Wierwille sat through the class in Canada, came back to Ohio and started teaching it as his own. Over the years, he added materials from other authors, such as Stiles and Bullinger. Oh, but wait! Didn't Wierwille say God told him He would teach it to him like it hadn't been known since the first century? <_<

When a man administers a date rape drug to a woman, and then has sex with her, it's not adultery, it's rape. This was VP (you know he wasn't really a Dr., don't you?) Wierwille's modus operandi. (There is first hand testimony here on GSC.) Also, when a person abuses a position of authority and trust, whether it be a policeman, a teacher, a therapist or a clergyman, it's no longer "adultery", it's rape.. ................................................ "i bet "WE"(yes me to) would still be wondering whats up if VP hadnt done all the research for us." I don't think you've really been paying attention too closely. Wierwille, in fact, didn't do that "research", he plagiarized it....sometimes word-for-word...from other sources.

On a note of interest: The class materials didn't originate with Wierwille in the first place. He plagiarized them from other sources. One such example... HERE And HERE And HERE

"...yeah i know he died from cancer. others that left TWI have died from cancer , so what?" Well, being an advanced class grad, I'm sure you remember that VP taught cancer was a devil spirit. Quite a dilemma, don't you think? That would mean that, either we were followings the teachings of a man who was devil possessed (by his own definition)... or ....maybe he was wrong about that. And,if he was wrong about that, what else might he have been wrong about?

From Losing The Way: From Chapter Sixteen: Picture this. You’re on a cruise ship sailing through the Caribbean. The weather is balmy, bright afternoon sunshine, soft breeze, not too hot, not too cold. Just right. You’re on the deck sunning just as you’ve been doing every day for fifteen years. You wear a shocking pink two-piece bathing suit to offset a dark tan. Your book, a mystery, lies open face down on the floor next to a dripping pina colada. Your eyes are closed under dark sunglasses. Late in the day, clouds start to roll in. The water becomes choppy. The captain hobbles by and greets you. You do not notice his peg leg and the black patch over his right eye. He says a storm is blowing in. It would be best if you went down below. You thank him, as you have done every day for fifteen years, and you gather your things. He is such a nice captain. Only this day is different. This time, when you open your eyes, you take off your sunglasses. You look up. You notice a black flag with the white skull and cross bones flying overhead. Has this flag always been there? Where is the American flag that was there yesterday? Something is wrong. This is not the Love Boat. This is a pirate’s ship. You ask your husband, a crewmember. Do you see the flag? Do you see what I see? He aspires to become First Mate. He does not want to see it. You tell him you and he should leave. He does not want to leave. He becomes angry when you tell him what you have seen. He does not believe you. You take off his dark glasses. Tell him to look. He sees the flag. He confronts the Captain. The Captain hands him a sword. Arm yourself, my boy, says the Captain. Protect the Queen’s one true flagship. cont. This is how it happens with Alec and me. By this time we are living in Portland, Oregon where we have decided to work on our marriage and run a small fellowship, a twig. Joshua is two months old and we are living in a condo north of Portland. On this particular day, I am sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book about faith and art by Madeline L’Engle. I have started reading writers outside of The Way, not just secular authors but other Christians like L’Engle. Her book resonates with me. I want to be a writer; I want to keep the faith. She shows me how. But I know I need to come clean with Alec. After the miracle of Joshua’s birth, I must confront the cloud of hypocrisy we have been living under. The Word says “the truth will set you free.” The Doctor always taught that the “truth” referred to God’s Word. Only speaking the actual words of the Word would set us free. In other words, as long as you quote Scripture, you can tell any lie you want. It’s the Age of Grace. But today I’m doing something radical and new. Today I’m telling the truth of my own experience. Alec arrives home a little after five. He is happy. He gathers Joshua in his arms and lifts him over his head. “How is my little man today?” he says and covers him with kisses. I worry sometimes that he will be too rough with the baby but he adores this child. He would never hurt him. “Alec, we need to talk,” I say, putting down my book. “Oh, no, what is it this time? Can’t you at least wait until I take off my jacket?” “It’s important, Alec. What I have to say may change the way you look at God and the ministry forever.” He looks at me, examines my face. He can see I am serious. I am not going to criticize or accuse him of anything. This is about the ministry. This is important. He returns the baby to its basket and takes off his jacket. “So what is it?” he says. “Aren’t you going to sit down?” “I can hear you standing up. I want to know what you’re talking about.” He tosses his jacket onto the couch and it slips to the floor. Neither of us rises to pick it up. My heart is pounding and my face feels red. “The ministry isn’t what you think it is. Dr. Wierwille isn’t who you think he is.”

I seemed to have strayed from the topic of classes. Maybe THIS will bring it back to topic.

By the way.....you DID know he died from cancer (as did Uncle Harry and Don W.) didn't you? I'm sure, being an advanced class grad, you can see the obvious doctrinal problems that created. Oh, and he had some pretty fine classic cars, too. (I rode in the convertible, for whatever that's worth.)

I wish what you're saying is true but, unfortunately it's not. (Except maybe the part about the plane being a turboprop or whatever). As to proof, there are people (lots of them) here who knew Wierwille on a very up-close and personal level, people who regularly rode on those motorcoaches, rode on the airplane, repaired his twighopper, clandestinely, after he crashed it, women who were "personally violated" after he slipped them date rape drugs. Yes, if it's proof you genuinely want, there is really no shortage of it here in the pages of GSC. You might,also, want to pick up a copy of Losing The Way. You can pick up a Kindle copy for less than ten bucks. Or, you can use the search window to find what you want... I have to warn you, though, you might find yourself feeling a bit like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, when Toto pulled back the curtain, revealing the wizard's hoax.

We used to call it "love bombing". It usually lasted just long enough to get you through the foundational class successfully. Then, they would start throttling it back while asking you to help with refreshments, room set-up, flip charts., etc. Little by little, the process ramped up until, eventually, you were no longer supposed to expect any special treatment (pseudo kindness), but rather to usher in a new batch of recruits in like fashion.

I think Wierwille's profit plan was two-fold. In the short term, classes were there to generate an immediate profit. But, that profit doesn't last. Take my own example. I paid $65 to take the foundational class. That $65 didn't go very far. Then, I had to pay to take this class, that class and so on. Again, those fees didn't last. So, the genius of Wierwille's scheme was in the long term profits generated by the ABS, a system that was introduced from the very beginning in PFAL. Yeah, the 65 bucks quickly disappeared but, then I continued to give them my hard earned cash with every paycheck I earned, week after week, month after month, year after year. The class was only a small cog in the money making machine that came to be known as The Way. And, it worked. Wierwille lived like a king...private jet, motorcoaches that he could use for his frequent sexual exploits, fancy motorcycles, expensive hunting and fishing gear, gallons and gallons of booze, expensive hunting and fishing trips..... and the list continues. So much for needs and wants being parallel.

Oh, how I remember those days. Sigh. Things going well in your area? Must be because you're standing on the word. Things not going well in your area? Must be because you're standing on the word. I'm glad those days are behind me. I wouldn't go back for all the tea in.....one of those places that grows a lot of tea.

Ahh.....That's just nuts. nyuck, nyuck, nyuck

Familia was, essentially, our version of Muesli. You can add anything you like to it. Some popular additives are coconut, slivered almonds, currants and cinamon. It seemed, though, that it couldn't be officially considered familia unless it contained an inordinate amount of flax seeds. (Nature's little intestine scrubbers)

That flavor had become mundane so JAL moved on to yet another "flavor of the month". HERE

I scoff at those who say I don't know beans.

Mung bean sprouts were a staple in fellowlaborers. (I always preferred alfalfa.....less bitter and faster growing.)

If you're really ambitious, you can make your own yogurt and brandied fruit.

Was it Dannon Fruit on the Bottom?