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You might want to consider a "chicken tractor". http://home.centurytel.net/thecitychicken/tractors.html

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If you asked me were I lived or where I was working at the time, I could tell you. But, honestly, I don't remember being aware of the event as it actually happened.

No. It just means they have a product that is no longer wanted or needed. Now, of course, if their product was both wanted AND needed------

The buggy whip market has tanked.

There I was on a July morning---I was looking for love.

Only awards I ever got from TWI were The Green Wiener and The Purple Nurpple.

By "that", do you mean hand out awards or stick around after the foundational?

You guys got celery sticks?? I think I was short changed!.

Ya know, this is another good reason anonymity can be a good thing. Now that the kid has "outed" himself by revealing his real name, it must be terribly difficult to come back here and offer any kind of response without hearing from his leadership. Of course, I suppose it would have been a bit difficult to conceal his identity in view of the fact that there were only 4 graduates. (assuming he was really who he said he was, not someone else using his name as a shill)

Held against their will. For anyone who may have missed it, here is the link to Through the Fog http://www.greasespotcafe.com/main2/radio/episodes/the-road-to-the-letter-to-the-board-of-trustees-1987.html Additionally, would "Momentus"-like sessions fall into this category? You know---The ones where the exit doors were "guarded" and people were forbidden to leave.

Much of this parallels what happened in The Way. Substitute MOG for "chosen one". Substitute Motorcoach for Alamo's "special" bedroom arrangement. Substitute Harley's for"ponies in the backyard". Substitute babes in the word for "baby Christians". Note that followers were expected to live on minimal subsistence while the leader lived like a king. Note that they had their own special language and were expected to maintain an attitude of submission. And so on. 1.Holding people against their will Most of this was of a psychological nature. When you are stuck in the middle of nowhere with no money or transportation, it can feel like you are being held. Add that to the "hedge of protection" concept that basically states you can never really leave "the household" without leaving yourself open to an attack from the boogie man. And, as was pointed out, there is a documented incident on the front page of this very website, that details the house arrest, at gun point, of a former Way leader. (Through the fog) 2. Withholding food. Yes. In fellow laborers, we had a food co-op. If you didn't make your weekly payment, you had to sit at meals with the group but were not allowed to eat. It was not permitted for anyone to offer you part of their share or offer to make a payment on your behalf. (We found ways around this one.) 3. Beaten with boards I never personally witnessed anyone being physically beaten. Many of our posters who spent their childhood in The Way, though, have posted first hand accounts of severe corporal punishment for misbehavior and non-compliance. One poster has stated that she and her husband were admonished, by leadership, to discipline their child with a 2x4. Armed guards walked the various Way properties and functions. One poster here has stated it was part of his responsibility, as a HQ staffer, to maintain the evesdropping "bugs" in the BRC. So I would have to conclude that MANY similar things happened in The Way.

I'm sure the terminology and implications have evolved over the years. However, I can remember him being called "our father in The Word" and "The man of God for the World" and "The man of God for our time" in the early 1970's.

I wonder if they had "night owls" and "pajama parties" like their predecessors. :o

Not just his. Wasn't part of "the empire" built with Kipp spoils, as well?

I'm not sure why anyone would be surprised at this. VPW, our role model "numero uno", built a lifelong career based on leaching off the good fortune of others.

Speaking of art. Photographer Julius Shulman has passed away at the age of 98 http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-julius-shulman17-2009jul17,0,1393680.story

In Fellow Laborers, we used to start our days with a "run to the tree and back". Maybe he ran to the tree and forgot to come back. ONE mississippi----TWO mississippi----THREE mississippi---

I'm not really sure. The other day, I was parked in my work van doing some paperwork. The van has our company name and nature of our business on the side. Some guy pulls up, gets out of his car and comes over to my window. Then he asks me if I do side jobs. (Forbidden by company due to conflict of interest.) Well, I explained that to him and suddenly the conversation somehow shifted topic and he was preaching a sermon on the evils of the illuminati, the masons and foreign financing. I listened politely as he calmly told me that HDTV is a GVT. plot to install TV's with built-in cameras in our homes so "they" can spy on us. Next, he told me how, in the future, all driver's licenses would have built in micro-chips to track our every move. Borrowing a line from a poster on GSC a few days ago, I chuckled and told him I wasn't worried because I already have a chip implanted in my forehead. My, oh, my, how quickly the conversation shifted yet again to focus on something cute his kid had done. Wayfer? I don't know. It sure wouldn't have come as any surprise, though, if a "green card" had suddenly appeared.

I'll second that! edit: And I think this is why he acted like Fellow Laborers was nonexistent. He realized rather quickly that Burt*n's franchise operation was diverting revenue from the company store.---sorry, that might be too far off topic.

Before I "got in the word" in 1972, I considered myself a spiritual person. When I contemplated the amazing complexity of something so "seemingly" basic as the life cycle of a tree frog or the immense power in a lightning strike, I saw something profound yet indefinable. Call it God, if you choose, or call it a supreme force or being. All I know is that there seemed to be some sort of message being directed to me that transcended the boundaries of language. Then, along came TWI. "Oh, No!, you can't allow yourself to think like that! Those thoughts are the adversary trying to divert you from the greatness of "The Written Word". Yes, friends, if God needs or wants to talk to you, he'll simply have to do so by virtue of "word studies" and "literals according to usage". And so, the lesson I learned in The Way is that the only proper way to really understand God is to put Him in a tiny little box where you can examine Him whenever you wish with a high powered microscope that can split infinitives and diagram sentences until God is left standing in the shadows shouting,"Hey! I'm not in your stupid, little, box. I'm out here in the roaring thunder and babbling of a brook."

Yes, his success with the weight loss regimen should enable him to leap tall buildings with a single bound.

Actually, I think you are quite on point. The topic is---"When I heard". You said....."way before chri$ geer read his pop paper the red flags were FLYING EVERYWHERE." Red flags were flying everywhere, but not all of us had a good vantage point from which to see them. Hence---"When I heard."

Yeah--and try not to make things too confusing, either. :P