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I had to stop laughing first. You're killing me! I got this horrible mind numbing picture of the lot of us "performing" Tinnie Tinnie on a continuous reel behind the announcer, with the closing line of Same Bat time ...Same Bat channel...Oooops am I dating myself. Full Circle- You aint a kidding honey, what a Beeotch she was...she just thought that she was all that and a bag of chips too. But I won't get started on her....oooh she just made my blood boil! I did hug my dad and tell him how much his "old fashioned" ways had saved my little toes. Ok more story then I got to help my niece move.

No-one special believe me, substitute the "A" for an "O". I always have called him that. Not because of flaggulance (sp), but because he never said anything worth listening to because of most of what he said just stunk. Told you nothing special.

There was coffee? Where was I? Maybe it was supposed to come out of the walls after the voice stopped droning on, and on, and on.... Now where's that little squirrel at, I want to give him a big fat smooch!! Pucker up fur face!

Hmmmm...well if it is its not working, someone withhold the paycheck!

Patience...hehehe So this first night we started a fire at our camp, in a proper pit of course and we sat down to warm ourselves as once the sun had gone down the temperature dropped. It was after all a mountain and February, it should be cold but to me it just wasn't cold enough, it was just that nagging little wind, which by the way had picked up speed. At the fire, we cooked and ate, we talked and laughed, but then Carrie just had to say some stupid remark about the "Hick limb of Arkansas" (That was the nice part) and I just couldn't hold my tongue. (We both had spiritual partners in Arkansas, I mean where does she get off?) Well I told her where to get off. And then pointed out some of her less "refined" actions at the last limb meeting before the Rock. She was none too pleased. If looks could kill I would have been toast right then and there, and not just her but the majority of the group had that look. There were a few that had that "Now you've done it look." But they were by and large the minority. I was told to go and sit somewhere in the cold and think about what I did, and decide to appologize. As if I were a two year old that had just told her brother that he was ugly. It's not like I lied or anything. Hmmmgh...anyway <_< I was kind of glad to be away from those hypocrites anyway, and I didn't really care that they were all talking about me behind my back. I took the time to scan the skys. There was a large cloud coming in. Most of the stars had already been blotted out. Let me tell you if you have never seen the sky without the city lights...man what an experience...you can REALLY see the stars, and most of ours that night in Tinnie were gone. It did not look good. So I called it a night. Why bother talking to the leader now? She never listened anyway. I was awakened at about 1am by the sound of a woman screaming, not your ordinary "oooh that was scary" kind of scream. Oh no this was an "I'm being mutilated in my jammies" kind of scream. It cut through the night like a well honed machete and brought us all up and out of our tents. It was comming from the group just below us. It seemed to go on for a long long while. I could hear her say "Get it off me!" Minutes later we got a report that someone (cant remember who) thought that a bear was sitting on her chest, but it was just the snow had caved in her tent. (Hmmm...ok, did any of us actually notice anything when we piled out of our tents?) The snow was falling in thick blankets, our tents were all evenly caked in the heavy wet stuff. The accumulation was near up to our ankles and as we had stood there waiting to hear what had happened a good half an inch had fallen onto our heads and shoulders. It was really coming down. There was a slight breeze that was blowing the snow at an angle, not a steep one mind you but the firewood was on the other side of that wind with the tent in between, so it stayed nice and dry. (Hmmm...I guess she knew her stuff) The next morning came cloudy and cold with two feet of snow piled into our little clearing and not much less between the camps the wind had done a fine job of getting under the trees. The snow still fell although lightly and the breeze picked up the loose stuff and flung it in your face. Two other tents had collapsed in the night, one was a complete wreck and unfixable. The others were shored up with long tree limbs. (What did you think that we were going back down the mountain? Oh heck no not us we were Corps, furthermore we were 16th Corps we had something to prove, how could we quite? Really...did we really have a choice? Not if we wanted to be Corps, we didn't. For clarification on my cynicism read the thread "I really hated Corps night") Besides the leaders weren't all too keen on going back down either. They told us "If one goes, we all go". No pressure! It really did not help us to have Carrie along on this trip, I really think that some of this was posturing. So that first day we repaired tents, collected firewood for the other camps and cleared a lot of snow. The woman that had initially gotten dumped on was developing chest pains. She really had a lot of snow no her. I am thinking that her tent was right under a large set of branches so when it toppled all of that wet snow hit her tent. It took them the better part of an hour to get her out of the thing. The second day they took her back down the mountain, on a makeshift stretcher I think, I never heard about her again, except that she had gone home. But our fun was just beginning! The second day we all collected our packs and ventured off to climb a mountain. Initially there were several complaints about cold boots and cold toes. We were told to place feet by the fires when we took breaks to warm ouselves and our boots. Also to keep our boots in our tents at night so the body heat could keep them warmer. That second night after a very nice day of climbing as the weather had cleared and the sun had come out for a few minutes to tease us all. We fixed our dinners and most folks stuck their feet next to the fire because they were cold, myself included. Then off to bed we went. Totally exhaused and quite cold, but for once we were full. (Needless to say I ate quickly and left as soon as I was allowed, the less of Carries snickering and pointing the better. I was considering tossing her off of a rock, not a big one just one that would break her little smirking face. Is that bad....? :P ) The next morning is when things really started to go south. Some peoples boots had warmed up enough to show that they had either leaked or the snow seal had not worked because they were now wet on the inside. I had not applied the snow seal that was recommended by the LEAD list. My father and I had gone to purchase the stuff on the LEAD list. When we got to this item we noticed that it was wax, like the kind you use to polish your boots. Except this stuff was to be applied with a blow dryer (which kind of tree do you plug that into?) and it claimed to do the job with only one application. Well we didn't think too highly of that recommendation so my dad and I slathered my boots with some Goose fat that he had rendered the previous hunting season. And we applied it several times and then tested it under a water faucet until we were certain. My boots weren't pretty and they weren't new, but they saved my feet that winter. My feet stayed dry no matter how much snow or water that I wandered through or how many times I put my boots in front of the fire. I wish that I could say that for many others. The leaders acted unconcerned about the wet boot problem. This was very disconcerting to me, I knew it was a big problem, but you know what happened the previous times that I had opened my mouth. Isn't it strange that they made such a fuss about the cotton shirts and nothing was done about the wet boots. The days wore on, each day progressively worse. Each day more and more people limping. The soggy boots, the wet socks, the red feet with white edges and toes, the tears of pain and frustration. And still we wouldn't quit. Have to do my job again, I'll be back later.

Thanks! Where was I...Oh yes, so as we continued to hike up the mountain I did advise some folks that once we reached the tree line they would want to redon their shirts and possibly coats as without the sun it would get chilly. A small breeze had come up and it was COLD. This got me to scanning the sky. I saw a whisper of clouds but nothing of any great note, so I dismissed the idea. (Hmmm...not one of my shining moments.) We continued on and as I predicted upon entering the tree line again people began to scramble for the sweaters and coats that they had packed. Here in the shade of the trees we encountered snow. It was about 6 inches worth and had been there for some time. It was all but melted away where the sun had hit it as it was filtered through the trees. The air was crisp and clean, the birds were singing, the woodland animals were playing and the city folks were jumping at every little noise. It was wonderful! Soon we came upon the designated camping spot. The group was split into three (I think, I'm pretty sure, anyway). Our group traveled another 100 or so yards further up the mountain. The snow was nearly unbroken between the sites as the tree coverage was very dense. The sites themselves were little more that small clearings (emphasis on "small"). Some of the folks started pitching tents and the rest gathered firewood. The afternoon was on the down side of noon and there was an urgancy in the tone of the Leaders. No-one was allowed to rest for more than a few minutes before they were chided for not working hard enough. She had us gather much more firewood than our little camp would need for a week, at least that is what I was thinking but I was basing my estimations on the weather holding. I mentioned this to our leader (stupidly once again) and her response was to tell me that the firewood needed to be stacked as tall as the main tent and it had to be stacked on a specific side of the tent and under the overhang "so it won't get wet". (Hmmmm...can a clue hit you over the head?) When darkness finally fell we had collected all of the firewood that she had required of us and presumably the tent setters had done their job just as efficiently. I must stop here and give kudos to our leader. She was a real Beeotch and she wouldn't tell us what she most certainly knew but she made sure that at least in that first night we would be as safe and secure as humanly possible, except for the not knowing part. Oh and the part that maybe we should have waited a day before starting up the mountain to begin with. Ooops got to go to work for a few minutes. I'll be back.

And this coming from someone who packs nuts in his cheeks Cute, furry little cheeks...I just want to pinch them!

Wicca/ Wiccan sorry just going with spell check on that one. It says there is no such word as "Wiccan". So no insult intended. I have the Wicca Rede (Sorry bout the "C" it was a fat finger thing) in front of me. I know what is says. But as I said my friend the Wicca(n) said that not all follow everything on it. As far as the statement concerning Christian prayer, I was actually answering someone else and I believe what I said basically is that since not all practice or adhere to the same set of beliefs a blanket statement like that is not accurate. (Just what you just said).

I kind of feel like Bilboa Baggins, writing about the many adventures of my time in TWI. I have been asked to tell the entire story about my LEAD adventure. But I was asked to start my own thread so I could stop derailing everyone elses. ^_^ ..Hmmmph...so here's my own little thread. Bear with me as I try to remember the details. So there I was eating my lunch and minding my own business. (Which if you read some of my other posts you know was self preservation.) Anyway Rev. Fart stands up and in his usual gawky scarecrow fashion begins to flap his gums. What is the big announcement of the day? Who's going LEAD of course. He reads the list amongst cheers and clapping. Two names stick out in my mind, mine of course and Carrie Muttendale's. She gives me a smug look from across the room and I glare back. Then I get that reproving "Mind your thoughts" look from the person at the head of my table. All I could think of was "Oh boy here we go another exercise in tolerance. God give me strength." And I really meant it. Carrie and I had known each other since '82. She didn't like me, I'm still not certain why but she always tried to make my life a living hell, especially in the Corps. I just tried to avoid her. Had the little feud between Carrie and I been the only problem on LEAD I would have been much happier. But such was not the case. Like all of the LEAD groups that had left Emporia that year we came up with a theme song, which still rings in my head today as I write this, thanks to Renee (loved that woman) we used New York, New York and rewrote the words to Tinnie, Tinnie. We got our traveling partners and tried to make a plan of action. My partner was one of the most level headed wonderful men I had ever met, Mich@el Br@nch. He and I didn't have much in common so we didn't even know each other before this and we didn't talk after it was done except for a casual hello now and again. So we... the group leaving...met several times before we departed so that we could check each other to make certain everyone had everything on the list and to learn our song of course. Carrie and her little gaggle of friends liked to make fun of those in the group that didn't have all of the newest, latest and prettiest gear, I was among them. But that didn't bug me much, as I had been out rock climbing and camping before, so I had confidence in my tried and true equipment. So the day came, we got up early to a crisp, cold, windy, rainy late February morning in Emporia, Kansas. We had enjoyed a hamburger with Rev. Fart the "vegetarian" the night before and having now been fed our breakfast, and with our $10 and dove sticker stuffed securely in our pockets we were taken to the front gate and sent on our way. It didn't take long for the crowd to thin out and disappear. Folks in Emporia were kind of used to this phenomena. They didn't care much for TWI but they found that most of the kids they picked up were pleasant and honest; after all those that didn't mind their "p's and q's" got to walk to Tinne. :P The trip to Tinnie is kind of a blur, we didn't run into any other pairs but we saw one pair driving by in a Semi truck. We were adamant not to spend the lousy $10 so we were hungry most of the time. We had packed a few snacks but they can't take the place of a real meal, and we were traveling for what seemed like a week. But we managed to make it with a few hours to spare and the $10 bucks in tact. We hadn't eaten a meal since we left Emporia. (I couldn't have been more stupid if I had been on crack! ) It really wasn't that long of a time but with all the walking and the packs we had to carry we were expending a lot of calories. (Ok, I'm done whining, so please do not break out the cheese!) Anyway we all got there on time. It was a little dicey there for a bit but the last group pulled in just shy of the top of the hour. It always amazed me at how anal they could be about the time factor for arriving too and from LEAD, when so much did not depend on the participant. Believe God my white arse! God had to do back flips to help some of us out! But that comes at the end of the story. We were all there, so they transported us in two groups up to the Chalet. It was dark out so we didn't really get a good look at it but they took us on a short tour around the inside and told us all about solar power and battery storage, most of the monolog was drown out by the grumbling stomachs. (Apparently we weren't the only ones with $10 left in their pockets). When they were done they took us downstairs and let us eat something, they did not join us as they had eaten already, go figure. We were then shuffled off to bed as we would be going up the mountain right after breakfast. I think that I was asleep before I hit the pillow. The morning broke clear and warm, this should have clued me right away. It is not customary for it to be so warm in February in the mountains. But I put my trust in the LEAD coordinators and just didn't pay close enough attention. We were told to make certain that we had lots of layers on. (Another clue, and one that tells me that THEY knew) We packed our food and gear and started up the mountain. About halfway up many people were shedding their outer layers as it was getting very warm with the sun beating on us. On one of our many breaks, lots of city folks in my group, the leader at the front started yelling at one of the guys. I couldn't hear what he was saying but it didn't sound good. It got filtered down that everyone needed to shed all of their upper body clothing and show the leaders what kind of T-shirt you had on. I guess the guy that got into trouble was wearing cotton. The rule was you had to have silk t-shirts, because when you sweat in cotton your sweat can freeze against your body hence increasing your chances of getting hypothermia. This is assuming of course that the air temperature is below freezing, which at the time it was not as I said it was very warm. I (stupidly) pointed that out to my "pack" leader, and I refused to remove my clothing on the side of a mountain. Fortunately for me I wasn't the only one that was of this opinion. So they just let it slide with the comment "Well the temperature can drop quickly on the mountain." (Hmmm...another clue?) I'm gonna stop here and start another post so this one doesn't get too long.

Oh I don't know about that failure thing Rascal, I got a sharp pain in my Arse, and most people tell me that I'm a smart Arse so doesn't that count?

I am not a Wicca but a very good friend of mine is...so I will try to clear up this misconception. First off the Wicca religion as previously noted does not have a "Head guru" like most organized religions. There are local priests and priestesses but they only represent the particular coven that they are associated with. Hence there is no single belief system persay. They all have a single Wicca Crede, which for the most part is adhered to but nowhere in the crede does it dictate who or when magic or spells are to be employed. So to make the statement that Wicca's believe that Christian prayer is a form of spell casting is not an accurate statement. In general Wicca's believe that most honest prayer, Christain or otherwise, is a supplication to a person's god or gods. A request if you will for intercession from a higher plain of existance as such that would be considered a type of spell. But as we all know not everyone prays like this, many just mouth the words. In addition to this if the prayer is accompanied with candle lighting then candle magic is involked to enhance the prayer, or if it is said in a specific building or special place that has a "place of power" then it is again enhanced. As I said a blanket statement just serves to confuse those that don't know. Of course if a request for intercession is in the negetive sense, i.e. to hurt someone it of course would fall under the same guildlines. Does this make the Wicca belief wrong, or evil? I don't think so. I actually respect their desire to return to the old religions of respect for the earth and worship of a duel god. Their beliefs dont hurt anyone. Now I of course cannot speak for the individual. There are bad apples in every religion. (TWI just put them all into leadership). Bramble adds some very good information as well. As I understand it, Covens only open up membership to those that are invited to become a member. This weeds out the curious that have seen too many movies and the potential bad seed that only wants to stir trouble. And Bramble is correct in that the Priestess or Priest is more concerned with the overall Coven not in getting into everyones business.

OMG Rhino you are killing me Everybody I got to say that I have stressed about that post since I wrote it last night. I REALLY tired not to...but old ingraned habits die really hard. So to everyone, thank you from the very bottom of my heart, you have no idea how much weight lifted from my heart when I read all your words. Well you probably do have an idea...anyway enough mushy stuff. Sunesis you are very right they would always set us up to fail. Hence my adventure out LEAD. I will collect my thoughts and start another thread. I don't think that it should be as "exciting" as the other incident. As I have no idea of what happened to those that were injured after they left the hospitals. But you never know as I have realized lately when I start to tell a story all sorts of memories pop up. As for Carrie Muttindale, she lived in Arkansas, Hot Springs I think. I was WOW in Jonesboro then moved to LR for two years before joining the Corps. I would see her during limb meetings. I have a pic of her, but no scanner. She did look a lot like LCM but her nose was bigger and her chin a bit longer. In her old age, without plastic surgery she would look like the classic witch without the wart. No Kidding! She poofed her hair A LOT. It was the '80's. You may remember her she did a short stint with Way productions until someone finally convinced LCM that she didn't really have any talent. She always sang the same two or three songs at meetings, 3 years of the same songs... <_< She was a vindictive hateful woman, and I have no idea why she never liked me. I mean after all I'm such a loveable little cus. :P Oh and here is one member of the 16th that survived the corps. Rev. Rosalie F. Rivenbark, President Rev. Vince McFadden, Vice President Rev. Roger Mittler, Vice President Rev. John Rupp, Vice President Rev. Jean-Yves De Lisle, Secretary-Treasurer I was out lightbearer with him. He wasn't my partner but we (the 4 of us) stayed in the same house. Not so sure I am proud of him. Thanks again! :D

That would be after she puked! Eeeeeuuuu!!!

You're right it is mind boggeling! It's funny we put such emphasis on the many errors and such in the NT and yet completely overlook the same problem expounded by several hundred more years on the OT. This is what fascinates me! I haven't had time this weekend to research the moon thing, guard drill weekend is a really busy time for me. But I promise I will get on it on Monday at the latest. I am so happy to hear that Buster is doing better! FC You bring up some very interesting information. I am going to check it all out when the weekend is over and I have time. Thanks for all the cool links!

I went back and reread Genesis 1 and 2. In chapter 1 verses 27-31 it clearly shows that God is talking to both Adam and Eve when He is talking about what they are allowed to eat. But the verses do not mention the trees. In chapter 2 verses 15-17 God gives only Adam the commandments concerning the trees and in verse 18 God creates the woman from the rib of man. Now, if I were to take this on face value alone it would appear that God omitted the commandments concerning the trees when speaking to the two of them. Perhaps expection Adam to fill in the blanks. But you are right, I do not know for a fact that Eve was not told by God personally about the trees. As for the rest of it I think that I can agree with all of it regardless of whether or not Eve was told by God or Adam. I think you are right that woman was never meant to be subserviant to man. The verses that I just read clearly state that woman was to be a help mate to man. Which indicates equality.

All these years later, I wish I had had the sense to leave. But this is me stubborn Miss Fixit. I still have a letter that I wrote to Rev Muttindale asking him to fix the problem..he wrote on the bottom of my letter "I'm trying". I believed him...I'm shaking my head again.

All very good questions Sunesis, let me take them one at a time and tell you what I remember. To begin with I know that HQ handled things a little differently than Gunnison and Emporia. First off for the most part the degregation of the ministry was laid at the feet of the 16th. We werent spiritual enough, we werent mature enough, we werent taught right by our senior corps the "lazy" ones...We were told that CG was talking about us the 16th when he said 90% were screwed up the rest of the corps was the 10%. With all the crap that LCM blamed us for I dont know why he didn't just disolve the 16th, not that he didn't threaten to, but why didn't he? I must admit that Rev Fart did not like me anyway, and he let me know it long before LEAD (Jan 86) but on LEAD he set me up, but again thats another story. Suffice it to say he couldn't purge me then because although I didn't do what he wanted he had bigger problems, as my LEAD group came back very injured. Many lost parts of their feet, lots of people left, many sued, the LEAD coordinators were reassigned. It was a mess. I didn't listen to their advice and came back in one piece. They couldn't afford to "can" me because I knew where the error took place and I was , literally the walking evidence. Some of the "canning" took place right away. Emporia especially got rid of anyone that was asking too many questions, too loudly. If it started any kind of ruckess (sp), they were told that they were too immature or something and told to go home. We were never given any numbers of who called in or how many at Emporia, perhaps they did at HQ. We only know that it happened because some of us stayed in contact with HQ for a time. But our "free" contact with the other campuses was severely limited after POP. They did not want us to communicate. After the first week of shock was over and her royal highny returned lots of new rules sprang up. I can't prove it but I am fairly certain that they went through every single person still left on campus and made their initial decisions then. You know how they used to filter out the women that would most likely be influenced to sleep with VP? Well it was something like that. They determined who would most likely become a Loy robot and worked down from there. It's not like they needed a reason to kick someone out but I think that they were still trying to save a little face at this point. I really think that they started with the 14th they were slated to graduate soon and LCM probably didn't want to hand out too many diplomas to those that wouldn't back him. Again I can't prove it but this is what the impression was. Gunnison kind of stood off to the side all this time as Rev Lardbut was VERY full of himself and would in no wise have any half baked corps in his lot. Besides he had a building to complete they didn't have time to run a purge. What and lose all that free skilled labour, are you kidding? How were those leaving treated, well the first wave left in the dark of night...any questions? In truth there was a mixed bag of responses to those that were leaving. But as time went on and the more tolerant wised up and left the hard core people would give anyone a hard time for even mentioning CG. It became very Nazi like at Emporia and I didnt even stay there all year. But in defence of those that left at night, I think they left that way because of the condemnation. I know that up until about a year ago, when I came back here to GS, I felt that I had failed because I didn't finish the corps. I wasn't good enough, not spiritual enough, I was sub par for not standing by the MOG when he was in need. I just cant believe that all these years later I still believed it. In fact I couldn't believe that any of you, my senior corps would even talk to me, let alone forgive me for failing. (That's probably the biggest reason that I didn't stay the first time I came to GS back in 2001. I really believed what LCM had taught that the 16th were not good enough to be in the company of real corps. And I didn't even finish.) This is me just shaking my head at all the years wasted. Anyway, onward we go...Most of the folks that were waiting for rides would still dine with the rest, at least for the first week after POP. But then afterwards if they told Rev Fart that they were leaving they had better have their bags packed because they were going to be escorted off of campus right then and there. I remember one night I was on bless patrol (something I seldom did after they found out I could cook), I saw one of our corps sisters sitting on the grass surrounded by bags right outside the gate, the one on the right as you approach Emporia. She was just sitting there with her head in her hands. I was going to go and talk to her but I was stopped by someone and told to stay on the grounds. I was relieved a short while later and never put on bless patrol again, even after I was transfered to Gunnison. As LCM became more bold and cocky life inside became like a true military training camp. Those that were leaving were seldom allowed to talk to anyone. They were isolated by leadership not ostracized by their piers, they were anathema once they left their names were not to be spoken again. It was what we were ordered to do. I personally never felt anything against them, it was their decision and I was in fact doing some serious questioning myself. Rev Fart tried so very hard to get the people that he didn't like to make mistakes. He had his own little band of SS troops that stood in doorways listening to conversations and phonecalls. Some people would return to thier room and find their things had been gone through. You couldn't trust anyone so if you were smart you never spoke out of turn, you memorized your retemories, you never slept in a teaching and you never ever spoke a negative thing about the BOT ever. Oh and the last question to answer, how did I find out...I still had some friends at HQ that were 16th. One had heard LCM's little sis Carrie, who was also 16th bragging about how she had "arranged" my downfall beginning with the LEAD trip we had gone on. She also managed to survive the trip with all of her toes, others did as well. I made that sound like it was everyone but it was really only about 60% that came back damaged in some way. Sorry. So Sunesis thank you for asking. It was not until now answering your questions and actually puting it onto "paper" that I can so clearly see just how programed I was...I was a good little Nazi. Sorry 'bout the mushy stuff. WW say hay to your hubby, he was my elder corps and even though I probably didn't know him it's just nice to hear that someone else survived and made it to GS.

I was in the 16th, ok yes I know I'm the baby here with all you elder corps, but I can tell why there are so few 16th and probably 14th running around these days. We were in res. when POP was read. Yes the night that it was read to the corps, ya'll probably called in for the phone hook up; I dont remember if it was all the same night, because I remember hearing it twice in res. Anyway the first night that it was read many were crying, some were just staring, others angry and then those that didn't seem to care. There were lots of phone calling going on, it was impossible to find an unused phone. They all had major lines of people waiting to use them. No matter where you went you heard either crying or yelling or both. But we were told to just go back to our dorm, talk to someone if we needed to. There was no after meeting. Rev Fart and wife didn't come up on stage, he just spoke from the back of the room and then left. The next morning he stopped by at breakfast. The room was short a fair number of people. Bless patrol had reported cars and taxis coming up to the gate most of the night. He told us that there would be no classes today and everyone was just supposed to work the word and make sense of everything. He told us that many had left from all the campuses, mostly Emporia. More had already announced their intentions to leave as soon as their ride or their money showed up. He never ate and didn't stay long. It was kind of like this for about a week. We kept expecting Cindy to come and tell us what really was going on...it had to be some joke...right? But she had left for HQ, never told us. Then the reports of people leaving from the field started coming in, then POP was read to everyone else. It was a mad hayday at Emporia. We were told that if we left then we were weak and not committed to God or His ministry at all. We would be unsalted and worse than greasespots. Well you all know the condemnation speal. The 14th corps became the "lazy" corps and the 16th corps became the scapegoats. We just weren't spiritual enough or this whole thing would not have happened. Those that stayed were expected to be obediant without question and if we weren't reasons were found to kick us out or keep us from coming back depending on where you fell on the list. It was methodical, almost like they were going alphabetically. Watching and waiting on each one of us to see if we would "screw up". Anyway that was life for the 16th after POP. I found out from a friend that stayed at HQ after I was asked to use the door that Rev Fart had decided that I needed to go after my LEAD adventure, a year and a half before. But that is another story.

OMG....you have got to be kidding? I am always just amazed at how unintelligent that man actually was. Hahahahaha Now that was funny!

No not Muttindale, Rev Fart and wife Cindy, you know her royal highny HA's daughter. And Michael Fart, he who wouldn't know a real Bible verse if it slapped him in the face. When Muttindale came to visit he would litterally spend hours at lunch or at a special meeting screaming. Except for right after POP. He was like a little boy that had just lost his choo choo. And it was our job to cheer him up...whatever. POP was great by the way...for once Rev. Fart had nothing to say and her royal highny was too busy on the phone to care about anyone. Finally some peace and quiet. They didn't even come to meals for a while, which meant that we could actually eat! Specially since so many people had left in the night, there was lots of food left over for those of us still thinking it could all be fixed.

Luke 6:21: KJV Blessed are ye that hunger now: for ye shall be filled. blessed are ye that weep now: for ye shall laugh. 22: Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach you, and cast out your name as evil, for he Son of man's sake, 23: Rejoice ye in that day, and leap for joy: for, behold, your reward is great in the heaven: for in the like manner did their fathers unto the prophets. I put it there to remind me that I can endure anything on this earth because my reward comes from God not man. It is also an honorary thing for those that have paid a bigger price than myself. This is my way of honoring them and maybe giving them a little something. I try to remind them that their reward is greater than that which they endured. They will not always cry or feel pain. So "yes" it really says that. Edited 'cause I still cant spell

Thanks I appreciate that very much.

Ok you really have to back up and read the context before you read "blurts" Either that or someone is smoking wacky weed too close to my house again. :unsure:

Concerning the Farts? No. Do you have a link or know where I can find them?