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I wonder why he didn't just make prearrangements with Digger O'Dell. Why, if I were a betting man......

Heh! Yeah, I know. Flat grass is not really the issue. Just trying to toss in a bit of levity. This "participation" device was a common way for them to advance the indoctrination process. It starts with a harmless request to help with refreshments at the next branch meeting. The next thing you know, it's all your fault the chairs weren't strung to absolute perfection at the next class. No problem, though, just be sure to speak in tongues more, renew your mind and set your sights on the Advanced Class. (Keep Abundantly Sharing in the meanwhile.)

Apparently, because of their rural isolation, news has not yet reached them that a new tool has been developed to address this type of situation. It's called a rake!

..how come graves had to be dug by hand? For a bunch of people who claimed to excel at rural living, they don't seem to have been too bright. It's a common procedure to lay down sheets of thick plywood and drive your backhoe across them to preserve the turf. Oh, wait, I forgot. Plywood costs money. Never mind.

Fire and Rain...JT Sugar Pie Honey Bunch, you know that I love you.

You Keep Me Hangin' On I was feelin' so bad, I asked my family Dr. just what I had.

It's on the house.

I've been hearing a lot of George Harrison lately on Deep Tracks (XM/Sirius). I don't think I ever realized before what a talented guy he was.

You are correct. Those are all lines from the same song...Some Kind of Wonderful (GFR)

I don't need a whole lots of money, I don't need no big fine car.

The Story In Your Eyes

Though I remember the incident quite well, I don't recall ever hearing it called by any specific name. It was a weekend kind of deal, at limb HQ, when I was in FellowLaborers. (1975-1978) It was run by an outside source. I think Jam3Y L@u!s had a hand in it, if I remember correctly. It was one of those things where they parade you in front of the whole group and subject you to public ridicule and degradation. You couldn't really get up and walk out because it was a required part of the program and we were out in the middle of Podunk, Ohio, ya know? They just kind of sprung it on us at the last minute. They verbally chopped me up into little pieces, in front of everyone (50+ people) because I said "I suppose" instead of "I know that I know." Whatever. What bothered me the most, though, was that one of our FLO sisters "snapped" as a result of it. She became an entirely different person for the rest of the time we were in the program. If you are experiencing suicidal tendencies, that sort of thing is a horrendously bad idea.

They're gonna put me in the movies...

96 Tears They came through my town about 5 or 6 years ago. Friends of mine who went to the show said it was one of the best shows they had seen...EVER!

I didn't go through Momentus. I went through something very similar, courtesy of The Way. I don't remember what it was called or if it even had a formal name. Maybe it was a precursor of Momentus, I don't know. I can't speak to how it affected the other participants but I can tell you how it affected me. It left me profoundly depressed, with an unshakable sense of hopelessness. If I had been predisposed to suicidal thoughts, I'm quite sure it might have put me over the edge.

Anyone with a conscience would have taken a step back and reevaluated the situation, looked for ways to better administer the various programs. Not Wierwille. He didn't give a rat's azz whether you lived or died as long as he got what he wanted. He showed his true colors in the way he dealt with the death of of Gary D#nH**f.

It makes me wonder..... If The Way had waited a few decades to thrust itself upon our society, amidst the current culture, what would it look like? Maybe it would look like THIS. (*Any volunteer may be dismissed at any time and/or program cancelled at sole discretion of those charged with oversight.*)

Just the tip of the iceberg.

I always liked the line where they say, "You're my pride and joy, etc." Heh!

Initially, Wierwille pitched his product (PFAL) by implying that it offered an avenue of attaining material abundance. When it started to become apparent that this claim was invalid, The Way, though various teachings in classes, such as DWA, RM, AC, etc., revised this promise to say that the abundance is really spiritual, not material. We, according to Way theology, would need to speak in tongues, renew our minds and become proficient in operating the "law of believing" in order to obtain the abundant life. All the while, the original claim was sitting ("like a duck") right there in the introduction to PFAL. In contrast to these Christian people, I could see that the secular world of non-Christians were manifesting a more abundant life than were members of the Church. So, what did Wierwile see? Did he see these people speaking in tongues, renewing their minds, practicing "believing"? No. He saw that other people had material abundance and promised to show us how we could have it, too. Spiritual, shmeritual. Pffft!

Books are just, paper and glue. It's the information they contain that impacts their readers. I don't think you need worry that the information in those books will be lost. There are plenty of people left from TWI days who will go to their graves making sure that information lives on. (unfortunately)

Telling you that your abuse and bullying is a result of your faulty believing is just another way of shifting the blame from the perpetrator to the victim. First and foremost, the so-called "law of believing" is a load of horse apples. They used that stuff to shift any blame away from themselves whenever and wherever it worked to their advantage. Got sick?..... your fault. Got sexually abused?... your fault. Son gets killed crossing the street?....your fault. When oh when are we ever going to get past this crazy idea that you can change things in this physical world around us by simply having the right or wrong thoughts?