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Re: Cowgirl's question--------Eva Cassidy

WOW! A couple of those look just like The Way Of Ohio Limb HQ. ------------NOT!-------------------------------------------------- Anyhow, I'm not so sure the French would welcome an invasion of Swiss Chard. Is there a French word for Fellowlaborers?

A Les Paul for Fathers' Day!!! Come on over to Guitar Talk and tell us about it. Still thinking on the lyrics you posted. Sounds familiar.

Thought I would bring this one back up because the festival season is in full swing. This weekend I saw Deanna Bogart. What an extraordinary musician as well as an amazing entertainer. Ever see performers do the audience walk? Deanna took it to a whole new level. She danced with fans and even started a congo line, all the while continuing to blow really wicked saxophone. But wait, there's more. At one point, she disappeared but could still be heard due to the wireless mic. Everyone wondered where she went and then suddenly she appeared in the open, second story window of the bar across the street. As she made her way back to the stage, she encountered a member of a latin jazz band that had just finished a set on another stage.(Still blowing away on that sax.) He had one of those shaker percussion instruments and soon found himself up on stage as part of the song. Mind you, the music(or party) never missed a beat through this whole song. Lots more, but the question is: "Who've YOU seen/heard lately?"

Out There I consulted my thesaurus and discovered that the words "dream" and "fantasy" are not interchangable, at least not in this scenario.

Yeah, it was weird. Maybe it was Donnie Fug!t who taught it. Too long ago. You were supposed to do the whole meeting(minus the manifestations) You didn't have to say "let's turn to #---", but you were supposed to pray, sing, and teach just as if there was an audience. I remember the phrase, " Your responsibility is to hold forth The Word, God's responsibility is to give the increase." Luckily, I only had to do it a couple times because back in those days, there usually wasn't much problem filling the room with people who were looking for answers to life's problems. And, despite all the "good old days" memories we have, it was a time when the world was in major turmoil. What's that old song? Eve Of Destruction The Eastern world It is explodin' Violence flairin' Bullets loadin' And even the Jordan River Has bodies floatin' But you tell me Over and over again, my friend You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Watermelon Slim----I Got A Problem

Hmmm. Don't know about the haunted stuff but I'm sure quite a few horror stories have been played out there.

Kudos, Mr. B. :eusa_clap: The only degree I have is an A.A.S.(Associate of Applied Science). Still, being an adult when I got it, I feel like I accomplished something important in pursuing it. I'm glad I did.

It was , indeed, The Buckinghams but it was not "Kind Of A Drag." Here's more info. It was originally recorded by Cannonball Adderley a year before the Buckinghams had a hit with it.

Remember when somebody ( might have been VPW) taught that if no one shows up for twig and it's just you and God, you have twig anyway? Could that day be rapidly approaching?

Will It Go Round In Circles?

Yeah, everybody in the neighborhood Will testify that my girl she sure looks good And she's so fine She'd give eyesight to the blind And if she ever leaves me I will lose my mind. Hint: this was also a big hit as an instrumental. OK, the words don't help with that but I think you know what I mean.

Well, Mr. M. Perhaps you could initiate a critical examination of sorts(forum style) here at the Cafe. An overview of the aforementioned might be a good launching point. Maybe examine literary merit and style, etc. before sending it to the doctrinal discussions. Just a thought.

Dr. WearWord I know you're set on convincing me of something, I just can't figure out exactly what that something is. So far all I've seen is regurgitation of various bits and pieces of Way doctrine and mumbo jumbo. You might want to rethink that offer of a new epistle( yes, I know a letter can be considered an epistle but I don't think that's the meaning you were trying to place on it.) People tend to lose interest in the projection of so called prophets whose predictions fall short. You don't need a scripture for that comment. Common sense will tell you the same thing. In my first post on this thread, I asked,"Why MUST there be a law of liberty?" My challenge to you is to simply explain your answer to that question in your own words, without reiterating bits and pieces of thought that have their origins in The Way. I don't think an entire epistle will be necessary.

Sounds like a classic case of rationalization by a Wierwille sympathiser.

LNM I have posted the specifics regarding that incident but I don't recall where and when. I think it might be on *my story*. It's what( in retrospect) has convinced me that revelation is VERY real and not just some little "whisper in the ear, did I really hear that?" kind of deal. I don't think the subject of debuhl spurts had even been introduced to me yet at that time. I had only been speaking in tongues for a day or two and had not had the class yet. It was the first time I did a "lift list". I know now that I should have followed my own thoughts on the matter but hind sight is always 20/20.

Eva CassidyPeople Get Ready

Actually, I believe God WAS telling me, "Stay out, stay out!" It happened within the first week or so after I was witnessed to. I didn't know what to make of it so I asked my twig leader who then assured me it was nothing more than unrenewed mind. It was, by far, the most VIVID case of "unrenewed mind" I ever experienced. My mistake was in listening to the twig leader instead of heeding the warning that was given to me. What did I know? I hadn't even taken the class at that point in time. I never even understood what had happened until I got to GSC and started to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

I started playing in little bands in about the 8th grade. Parties, school dances and that kind of thing. Then, in about the 10th grade, I started playing in bar bands. Pretty good money for a kid. One night we were setting up in this little club and a couple guys right out of "The Godfather" came through the front door. "Hey, kid", they said, "Lemme see yer union card". "Huh?" Long story short, they let us play the gig but by the next night we were all card carrying members of the American Federation Of Musicians. During high school, I had a day job in the summer working in an amusement park operating kiddie rides. Sometimes it was cutting it pretty close getting from there to the band gigs. Hmmm. I think I'm beginning to see why my grades were so bad.

They're coming to take me away HA HA To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time----------------------

Geeze. The original cover for The White Album looks pale in comparison.

"What am I forgetting?" Limb properties!!! The Way Of Ohio limb hq was located on a very nice property that is now at the heart of one of the most desirable real estate locations in Ohio. I do not know what it was worth when they unloaded it or what kind of profit was made on the sale. The point is, though, that TWI had many holdings that the average schmoe was not privy to. What about things like antique motorcycles and cars? I know the good dr. had a red 1967? Pontiac Bonnieville or Catalina that was restored to mint condition. I know it existed because I rode in it. He also had a vintage Indian motorcycle. Those items were purchased ( as far as I know) with either ABS money or gift donations. What ever became of them or the money generated from their sale? There are probably a lot of items we can't actually forget because we never even knew they existed.

When I was in about third or fourth grade, I had to walk the kid across the street to school. He was in first grade. Not that the streets of inner city Cleveland were dangerous or anything, our parents just thought it would be nice. One morning when Sammy arrived at the front door, as was his custom, I noticed his pants were on backwards. The fly was in the back. "Sammy",said I, "Your pants are on backwards." Sammy looked at me and shrugged. Then, without missing a beat, he said, with an air of disconcern, "Nobody will notice." Today people call him "Father Sam" You just never know how a kid's gonna turn out.

Remember the teaching VPW did about a preacher who worked on his sermon all week and kept the notes in his desk drawer? According to VP, the debuhl peeked at the notes at night and then turned the people's hearts against the Sunday sermon. ( I think this was in PFAL.) VP went on to say that's why he liked to "wing it" as he listened for God to tell him what to teach as he was teaching it. :blink: :asdf: