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Heh! Reminds me of the scene in Christmas Story where Come to think of it, maybe that's what really happened to VP's eye.

Well, I'll bet they already knew what you had gotten them, on account of all that revelation they were getting. hahahahahaha!

We took up an offering to get him some kind of trinket. Did other classes do this, as well?

Whatever happened to learning at the man of God's feet? Wierwille would blow in, in the afternoon, "coffee" mug in hand, for some long drawn out "teaching" on definitions he lifted, almost word-for-word from another source.You could have read the whole thing in 5 minutes but he dragged it out for what seemed like hours. Immediately after that, he would disappear. Then you would rehash the definitions in your twigs and talk about how blessed you were to be hearing the definitions. The evening session was basically a rehashed SNS. Sometimes there would be a night-owl in The Way Woods and Wierwille would talk about....himself. Advanced? Not hardly.

I never thought of that until just now. The whole time the healing service was going on, Wierwille was on stage, jabbering away through the P.A. system. <_<

I remember being at the Rock Of Ages, on the closing night, when Wierwille announced there would be a healing service down in front of the stage, at the end of the teaching. He pretty much *demanded* that all AC grads report to the front of the stage and pair up with someone who needed to be ministered to. I found myself thinking, "What the hell is this all about?? If God wants me to go, He will tell me, Himself, and He hasn't." So, I didn't go. As I stood there in the back, murmurings began to shoot through the crowd about people throwing away their crutches, rising from wheel chairs, blind regaining sight and all that kind of stuff. In retrospect, I think the murmurings must have been intentionally instigated by shills because I saw no evidence of anything of the sort. Still, I felt really guilty for a long, long time that I might have deprived someone of deliverance that night. I didn't realize at that time what a sham so much of it was.....I agree, it may well have been the worst part.

I guess they were the lucky ones. They didn't have to "speak in tongues daily (as) prerequisite to revelation"....page 10/key #3

As I've said before, my time at the A.C. was probably the two most depressing weeks I spent in all my time in The Way. I couldn't understand why everyone else seemed to be "getting" something that, to me, seemed like a bunch of jibber-jabber. (You would think that someone who had studied acting would have recognized a "performance". )

There were people who would come to the weekly branch meeting with the same laundry list of minor ailments, week after week after week. It got to where I hoped they didn't ask me to minister to them because I didn't want to be associated with their failure to receive.

I took the A.C. about a year after I finished the foundational class. I had already started to become a bit disenchanted with the lack of academic substance in the various "classes". I was told this was because these classes were tailored to appeal to a wide variety of backgrounds and abilities. The A.C., on the other hand (or so I was told), didn't pull any punches. That, they told me, was the reason the requirements were so strict. So, there was a lot of anxious anticipation on my part to finally be part of something that was focused on putting these classes into action.

There was a tremendous amount of hype surrounding the Advanced Class. What were your expectations going in? What was your biggest let down, after finishing it? (By "after finishing it", I mean immediately after completing it.)

"laying on of hooves" SNORT!!

And, it was all supposed to be done by revelation. (word of knowledge/word of wisdom/discerning of spirits) First, you were supposed to ask God if it was O.K. to minister or if you should just pray. Then, you were supposed to ask God if it was O.K. to lay hands on them. (in case there were devil spirits present) Then, the Christ in you (His eyes behind your eyes/His ears behind your ears/etc.) was supposed to divulge to you, via your five senses, what the problem was and whether to minister to it. So, automatically, it set you up as being a person who operated revelation (a much heralded skill in WayWorld) I'm here to tell you, a whole lot of people got cured of maladies they never had in the first place. And, there was always the blanket bailout there as a default of sorts...."Father, I just thank you that the whole body functions perfectly, as it should, each part in unison with the others."....or some such cop-out.

Pack up your babies and grab your old lady and everyone goes 'cause everyone knows Brother Love's shows. CLICK

Yep

One time this guy ministered to me and cast out gall stones. I told him I didn't have gall stones. He said, "Of course not, I just cast them out."

You want organic? Here ya go. HERE

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?

Karn Evil 9 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwTAXVcK1JA

What if you woke up one morning and realized everything you believed was really just the ramblings of a drunken old sex addict? edit: Dats riiiggghhht!

I think that's part of why people still try to hold fast to the Wierwillian doctrines. They've staked everything on Wierwille being right. The concept of VP being wrong is just too scary for them.

Remember that? People would come up to you and ask you to "minister" (healing) to them. You were supposed to ask God if it was O.K. to lay hands on them 'cause if they had a devil spirit, if could jump out of them and smack you upside the head, between the eyes or something. I guess God must have been kinda stingy with that particular kind of revelation, as I never saw laying on of hands denied. I used to hate when somebody would ask me to minster to them right there in the middle of a crowded mall or something. People walking by, looking at you like you were a nutcase, sitting there, carrying on about making somebody's bouts with uncontrolled flatulence subside, "in the name of Christ Jesus". Any personal stories?

To each his own Said Farmer Jones As he kissed old Bossy the cow.