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George If you want a taste of the "real deal" Joni, check out Song To A Seagull. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_to_a_Seagull

This is kind of embarrassing. I've looked all through my Advanced Class Syllabus and can't seem to find out what spirit it is that will possess you if you look at the internet. Anybody know?

Did God tell him to build a motorcoach out of gopher wood? I'm just askin'-----------

Sir G. That is, indeed, an interesting take on the "Big 9". It definately give new meaning to "all 9 all the time". Side note: Mike's comment to my post was merely in jest. It is part of an old routine that Firesign Theater did many years ago. It takes place at a student assembly at More Science High. Principal Poop begins by addressing the students. "My fellow kids", says he. From the audience comes the shout of "What is reality?"(the line that I gave.) Someone else shouts "Eat it!"(The line that mike gave.) Then someone shouts "Eat it raw!!" Principal Poop, being somewhat taken back, takes a diversional approach and responds by saying, "Uhmmmmmmm! Yes, Rah, Rah--- That's the school spirit." Sorry for the derail. I felt that needed an explanation.

What is reality?

Does this class promote the "sacrifice of virgins"? (ie: tossing them down the volcano.) That seems to be the only thing missing.

I remember going through my son's trick or treat bag once and finding a Bible tract. How weird is that? "Thy words were found and I did eat them---- along with the jelly beans and red-hots." edit: Hope your son is feeling better Geo.

Internet??? Heck, we didn't even have phones or TV's in FLO. ps. I'd chat with you excie but I still can't get this old junker to do that. (Though I really do appreciate the suggestions and advise folks have given me.)

Gosh!!! My history book said it was an "H-Bomb". Ahhhhh!---Whatta they know?

Gosh!!! That's a good point, Mike. Maybe Scooby Doo was John The Baptist! I mean, who really knows for sure?

"The 12 went out WOW". HaHaHaHaHaHa! That's a good one, Mike. I hadn't heard it in over 20 or 30 years but it still gives me a chuckle. Do you think they had "green cards"?

Funny, ya know----- I was just thinking this same thing today as I was roasting uranium over a campfire built inside a giant microwave oven. BTW Speaking of the atom bomb-----------Paul Tibbetts died today. Of course, that was actually the H-Bomb but the connection seemed obvious.

Mike Yeah, I remember hearing in the AC that you could ask God for DOS to see if someone was born-again.(Of Holy Spirit) I don't think it's some hidden "gem" that no one remembers as you suggest. In fact, when I was in Cleveland in the early '70s, people used to say they would ask God if a person was born again so they could skip past Romans 10:9&10 and get to the meatier stuff. My friend who was declared a "seed boy" by an AC grad spoke in tongues. (Though the person who made this declaration did not know that) Do you see what a can of worms this opens? Was the stuff about "SIT= born again" incorrect? How come they could detect a "wrong seed" in a person who, by their criteria, had the "right seed"? How come nobody at the upper levels of TWI got revelation that VPW was "possessed" when clearly he was a text book example, on several points, of what he professed in the Advanced Class to exemplify devil possession? And last but not least, what proof do we have that the AC was anything more than personal gobble-de-gook spewed forth by a guy who was full of himself and delusional as well? The PFAL class was not "God Breathed", Mike. (Not the foundational, not the intermediate, not the Advanced.) How many more times do you really need to hear that?

Hi there, Mo. So nice to "see" you. Ok, back to topic. When microwaves first hit the market, Gr@ce B!iZZ said that they destroyed the nutritional value of the food being cooked, especially vitamins. Maybe she was partially right. I don't know. Well, I loved Grace B., but somehow everything she said was treated like it was delivered on a stone tablet. As far as I recall, that's the origin of the "Great Microwave Scare". in TWI. Not too exciting or spiritually heavy but there it is.

We had a food co-op we called "manna". ( run by two women, usually, who we called "Manna Mammas") It cost $6.00/week per person.(1975) If you didn't pay, you couldn't eat breakfast or supper but you had to sit with everyone else at meal time. No one could offer you part of their portion or pay your fee for you. Of course, there were ways around that. A certain Mr. J@hn G!lb3rt bailed me out more than once by giving me the $6.00 under the table. Food was organized and distributed every Tuesday night by about 5 or 6 people. Every meal was planned and had a set of recipes to accompany the menu. Every house had to make the same supper on any given night and bring it to limb HQ where we all ate together with our designated "houses". Proper etiquette was always required. The people who worked on "manna night" were responsible for making the familia(as well as mayo, etc.) The familia was made in bulk quantities and stored in garbage cans.(Lined with bags, of course.) We got the steel cut oats, wheat berries and oat grotes from an Amish gentleman who had a flour milling operation. We also bought our cheese in wheels from another Amish enterprise. That was a Saturday morning project. If you wanted Fig Pep for your familia, you had to buy your own during what little free time you had. Something else. If I recall correctly, there were no beverages at supper, especially water, which was supposedly the worst thing you could drink during a meal. There was, however, coffee after the meal, but there wasn't always time to drink it before work or the meeting started.

Dang!! Stumped again.

I used to really enjoy handing out candy to the little ones. (Not the obnoxious teenagers!) For the past ten or fifteen years , my work schedule has been such that I could not get home in time. Just by chance, I found myself home in plenty of time to participate this year. Of course, I hadn't purchased any candy so the point was moot. I turned the porch light out and headed for the back of the house. Somehow, I think they will survive without the candy I could have provided. It'll be a struggle but who ever said life was easy?

I was on breakfast duty in FLO for two years. Know how many times I made eggs or bacon or sausage or waffles? ZERO!!!! Nope. It was always mush or wheat berries or oat grotes or familia.(sprinkled with wheat germ) Now and then there was an apple in the mix and sometimes even a muffin or bagel. And, on rare occasions, when we had visitors, we would make pancakes. We did make something called "apple-icious" which was raw oatmeal(stone ground only) with cut up apples, flax seeds, walnuts and raisins, soaked over night in apple juice. (chilled in refrigerator all night) Actually quite good, surprisingly. HaHaHa--- One time(ok, maybe a couple times) I forgot to soak the wheat berries or oat grotes over night and set them on simmer before our morning fellowship and jog. Please, Please, Please!! Don't try this at home! Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to get so off topic.

Ok, but look at the bright side----- At least all that sacrifice made it possible for "Dr." Wierwille to buy a whole fleet of really cool motorcycles. Heck, some believers even got "real blessed" when they accompanied him on a week long road trip. Now really, doesn't knowing that just make it all worthwhile? I'm just sayin'------

Candy----For the ladies

Outfield I wanted to add that many times people confuse "feeling sad" with depression. Although it can be one of the symptoms, it is much larger in scope than that. In children, especially, it may manifest itself in ways that are not associated with "feeling sad". (such as anger or extreme introversion) There is a very good book(IMO) about depression in boys. The book is Real Boys by Wm. Pollack, PhD. There is another about girls called Reviving Ophelia by Mary Pipher, PhD. TWI was never interested in considering anything that was contrary to their narrow minded definitions.

Outfield Please refer to my post on CMan's thread(a god that was made). I think it straddles the line between the two threads. The friend that I referred to in my post was a schizophrenic who was being treated by mental health care professionals.

"Just reach up in Daddy's cookie jar." Next to "The Law of Believing", this might just be one of the most damaging doctrines taught in TWI. When God speaks to you, by direct revelation, He is the one that initiates the conversation, not you.(in my opinion) And it's not always a "small, still voice" nor does it appear at your beck and call, which is really what your doing the reaching amounts to. People were many times confusing intuition or common sense or even psychological responses to previous experiences as "a small still voice". The latter of the three can be a downright dangerous one to treat as "revelation" because it can have negative under-pinnings, like when someone would say "Oh, I knew by discerning of spirits" that Joe Blow had this spirit or that spirit or that he was a seed boy simply because their mind was reacting to a previous experience that had affected a deep part of their psyche. Try telling a person who is already suicidal that they are born again of the devil and that you know it's true because you "reached up in Daddy's cookie jar" and he told you. Go ahead and tell them there is no hope they can ever be born-again of God's spirit even though they have a genuine desire to know God. Tell them you know because you "reached up in Daddy's cookie". You had better be DAMN sure you are absolutely correct because your mind wont be able to think of anything else as you share the burden of carrying their casket to the grave. That's what someone in TWI did to one of my best friends except that they didn't feel the weight of the coffin, I did! You can't just "reach up in daddy's cookie jar" whenever you think you would like a cookie. If He has a "cookie" to give you, you will get it when He is good and ready to give it to you!

Hi, excie Whatta ya mean, "slashing"? Looked like a "clean hit" to me! Regarding the penalty box: Will there be majors and minors?

Get Behind The Mule-----by Hope Waits (no relation to Tom Waites, who wrote it.) Killer voice/Powerful delivery