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Tommy Castro

I smoked my first cigarette at 10. And for girls, I had a bad yen. And I had quite a ball.

I have not watched this. I'm simply posting the link in reference to the initial post. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XK1pnCldKZI

Take the time to Journey to The Center of the Mind.

Here's hoping all you Mommies/Grandmommies have a wonderful day.

TWI taught that the real you was a spiritual creation that was equal to the "Christ in you". Were were nutso hippie kids---what did we know? :lol:

ROA was Farmer Vic's cash cow. He brought that calf into this world and knew exactly what it needed to stay healthy. He knew exactly how to milk it for maximum production. When Farmer Vic "bought the farm", the feeding and care directions were either lost or misunderstood. Hence, the cow succumbed to an inevitable demise.

Be it ever so squalid, there's no place like home. (So many fond memories of my childhood there.) Here's a salute to Boston from 1966. DIRTY WATER

That's an amazing piece, Mstar. The subtle piano undercurrent supplies a perfectly intriguing aspect to the whole.

Several years ago, at a previous house, I set a large container of rose hips outside and forgot about it over the winter. The following spring, I discarded the container in a fallow spot beside my garage. I didn't give it another thought until, two years later, the entire area erupted in an onslaught of Rugosa. When they were in bloom, the aroma carried for at least a hundred feet after the evening sun set. Quite a pleasant result from a forgetful gesture.

Yes. (but not for us.)

Baby Don't Do It Carina

I met my first love at 13. She was brown and I was pretty green. And I learned quite a lot.

I Know A Place-----Petula Clark

SHHHH!! Don't tell anybody. One time I ran a whole class with fresh (not stretched) coffee for every session. Oops! I almost forgot----I paid for the coffee myself :(

Cleaning up the "cotton" from the cottonwood trees. That just cracks me up. "Hey, kids!, whadda ya say we take a perfectly beautiful display of nature and eliminate it so it can appear more natural." :blink: COTTONWOOD SNOW

VPW taught, in PLAF (The Wonder Class), that your breath-life is equal to your soul and that your soul is what makes you "you". In my opinion, that is a gross misrepresentation of whatever it is that represents your individuality and unique nature as a person. For a guy who was supposedly at the peak of his spiritual game, he certainly failed to see the spiritual implications of defining "soul".

Creeping up on forty????

I think a lot of us stayed because we thought we were contributing to a worthy cause. Tolerating craziness was just part of the sacrifice we thought we needed to make. It was about seeing the organization/cause as being bigger and more important than any one individual. Then, there was the idea that it was the leader's responsibility to make the right decision but our responsibility was to comply. Many times I heard it said that, even if a leader made a bad choice, God would cover us by virtue of our obedience. The same logic was used to squelch any disagreement with inappropriate spending. And, there was the concept that the "leader" might be acting on revelation so it was imperative to follow orders. I know it all sounds wacky now in retrospect, but maybe that will help explain the reasoning for what we did. As to meeting in homes: It's my understanding of history that the first century church met in homes and small gatherings, not because they wanted to, but because they had to in order to avoid persecution from the Romans. Fellow Laborers was supposed to be an active exercise in living a lifestyle that paralleled the first century church. To those of us who partook of that experiment, I think it became increasingly more and more obvious that our lifestyle bore very little resemblance to life in the first century church. That realization was disheartening, to say the least. There were many mixed signals being given.

They wouldn't even foot the bill for "refreshments" at PLAF (The Wonder Class). What does that tell you?

I've Got The World on a String.

I guess they must have missed the "revelation" that you can accomplish the same thing with rock salt. I worked in an amusement park when I was a kid. That's how we kept the railroad track free and clear. Works like a charm.

Houses of The "Holey"

Tossing this in for consideration. John, too, is a veteran of the cult scene, having been an active participant of TM. Does that make a difference? I don't know. Something to think about, though.