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I felt so a kin to her words it compelled me to print it here. I feel this way about TWI, about those that cling to the lies and excuse the criminal behavior or dismiss the victims of that behavior. I wanted to share it. It can apply to anyone you wish to "take back your power" from. I would only change the word "hatered" to perhaps "disgust" Here it is: Don't Tell Me What's Wrong With Me Raging at "Superiority" Edited 2/18/04 Don't tell me what's wrong with me. Don't tell me what you think you know, what you are so sure of, that you simply must share with me... point out... "express"... shove down my throat! with all your postures and diagrams and charts and reasons and rationales and lofty wisdoms. You kill my love for you by inches. Each "telling" slams me backward 9 miles and I look at you then through a lens darkly and distorted with hatred and distrust. You think you know so much. You think you have such large understanding of me of my pain of my patterns. You don't really know me or hear me or see me. And by these great truths you proclaim (always about others...) you show your own true colors. The air must be thin up there, so high up in your head. Petty small narrow ragged understandings without compassion or fullness or real true understanding. And if I dare to tell you what I feel (foolish! foolish!!!) where I hurt (unthinkable! dangerous!!) what I have found about myself by my relentless movement (I wish you would notice THIS about me!!) If by some strange courageous attempt, I dare to tell you what I feel ... If I dare to open my heart to you ... Don't gloat. Don't say "I knew it" or "I told you so" or "That's what I thought" or any of your stupid mindless HEARTLESS better-than know-it-all smug superior CRAP I don't care if you ARE right. I don't care what you see... what you know... what you think you know. This telling, this gloating, this "I'm so smart" is your way of ensuring your survival. But I don't care if you survive. Because your survival depends on my wrongness On the wrongness of everyone you meet. I feel it with every breath you snort in my direction. It slams me back 9 miles and I see you through a dark lens hideous and distorted You are a lurking beast heartless a huge balloon head atop mangled shoulders You go about busily feeding your head with critical knowings. Feeding the furnace of the better-than, know-it-all, smug, superior, CRAP machine. Do you hear me? Will you ever hear me? Or will you bolster your position again? Tell yourself that this is "justified"? That this is your "free expression" of how you feel and therefore should be allowed should be swallowed should be chewed and savored and blessed and then begged for... (thank you sir may I have another?!!) It's a lie you tell yourself Feeding your head, feeding the dark consciousness hovering over your shoulder, grinning at me gleefully. Perhaps superiority is the only "feeling" you know. Perhaps you don't know anything else. And you wield the knife of guilt sharpened and honed... You require that we bow and scrape and accept and allow and beg for more. To be "good", we must become proper little supplicants practicing our willingness, open our mouths and turn our cheeks, smiling, staying in the game... bare our backsides and let you you "teach" us the error of our ways. What's worse... You demonstrate how it should be done how to swallow the bitter pill and like it. You "take" instruction you listen and nod and allow you chew and savor and swallow you thank your tormentor and ask for more. Then you smile at me and say "See, that's how it's done." So good you are. So grown up. So evolved. So kind to show me how to be a better person, if I could only be just like you. You carelessly slice and dice and watch me bleed with aloof disinterest, and judgments, so thin and piercing. I have no weapon to return the wound you inflict. I have no way to reach your absent heart. Go. Be gone. Feed your head elsewhere. Chew on somebody else's tender core. Mine is not for you. Not anymore.

Another honest cry from the heart on another site... from an unknown poster Stop Eating Us! Dear God, Are you there? I am small, I am so tiny, I am almost non-existant. Will you hear me, will you see me? Heart pounding, trying to ignore the voices of self-hate that tell me I'm a fool, twice a fool to try this again. I try to talk to you directly. I try and try. I can't hear you, and I fear there's something wrong with me, I'm too small, too stupid, too blocked, to hear your voice when all these others claim to hear you and know you. I will tell you what I do hear, what I do know. I know a vast sea of tiny beings like me, sisters, some bigger, some smaller, all terrified though some pretend not to be. We tread water together. I hear their cries, I hear their longing and broken hearts. I hear their death dirge when they finally give up trying to tread water and sink under to drown. Despair and trying to die are bad enough, God. But now, as I begin to swim, now as I feel life returning to my limbs and begin to hope that I might live, I see the sharks beneath the water. They have been there all along... sharks swimming circles around us, greedy, hungry sharks. We didn't see them, we didn't know they were there! Some of them wear your badge, some of them even claim to be devoted to the Will and healing. Are these the Knights and Emissaries and Missionaries that YOU sent here? I am so enraged, now that I have become awake enough to see what prey we are!! I WANT THIS TO STOP!!! They guru, they power over, they claim to know what is best for us. They seduce us with lures of love. And what is worse, God, is they believe they are still doing your will. What they are doing is collecting us. Eating us. Collecting and eating bits of Will, bits of fragments of the Mother. STOP EATING US!!! I want these sharks gone. I want them off the planet! How can we heal when we are being eaten?!? I dreamed the other night, I dreamed I stood on the rim of the world and watched as souls were born into bodies. At the gateway stood guards. I watched as my sisters approached the gate and as they passed through, the guards whispered in their ears and pressed down on them and shamed them and made them feel guilty. Stay open, was the guilty message they gave. It is unloving to be closed, stay open. Do you see? We are being born without boundaries. We accepted guilt's whisperings, we have great gaping holes in our sense of self, in our knowing of who we are and what we feel and our ability to resist the influence of others. We remain open and vulnerable to unloving light, and we have almost no ability to discern what is loving or unloving light. We are easy prey. You say we must be careful not to open and let in unloving light, be cautious. HA. I am telling you, without boundaries, guilt keeps us open from day one, and we cannot be cautious, we cannot discern, we cannot protect ourselves. I AM SO ANGRY ABOUT THIS!! I was born like this, I came into this world in this life with damaged boundaries. I wanted to say it was because of the sexual abuse I suffered at the age of two, or the alcoholic storms in our house, or the violence. But the truth is, I had no boundaries at birth, guilt made me a feather in the wind, a wishywashy person, easy prey to both guru and dominating lover. I have fought long and hard to find my sense of self. I have cried oceans and oceans of tears. And I am ENRAGED that my sisters all around me lose these battles every day. Every day I see more fall under the spells of these guru-types, with their seductive ways and their promise of love and enlightenment. I am so afraid you won't hear me. I am so afraid you will say that it is all our own responsibility. That we must own being both eater and the eaten. I don't know why I'm trying this, one more time, I feel compelled by grief and longing and terror. And rage. STOP EATING US!!! I want the sharks gone. I want the Guilt Guards removed from the birth gateways. I want these so-called missionaries to go "save" somebody else. I want all my sisters to get rip roaring ....ED. What will it take to kick these rat bastards OFF the planet?

I lost the love of God and the knowledge of "self" as I let others define me. I read this on another site and I could take many posters here and say "Look, they feel the same way!" The part I feared the "you are a victim because you want to be a victim" people would use, I reread and saw she was not letting the soul-stealing criminals off the hook but was seeking a way to survive -- to thrive -- to fly... I did not know where to post it. I post it here. I hope you enjoy it: This one is about Trust -- The BIG FAT Catch-22 Condundrum To Trust or Not to Trust pct - 1998 How do you trust someone who has beaten you to death and beyond more times than you can count? How do you believe words of apology, when you've heard the same words laying the foundation for betrayal many many MANY times before? After having the carpet yanked out from under you for the hundredth time, don't you finally begin to question your judgment in stepping onto the goddam thing? I have so much rage. Real rage, that would rather destroy God and all his creations, myself included, than be alive one more day in this compression and slavery and torment without hope. I have terrorage, that would rather lose parts of myself than give in to the sweet poison of hope. Hope is a retarded child, holding out her hand one more time to be bitten off and left bleeding in the mud. But... As I have cried and brought in more and more pieces and parts and fragments, I have felt more and more whole and together and strong. And it occurred to me that if we - Mother parts and fragmented Will - can become whole enough, healed enough to truly be in our power, we/I will never be a victim again. It won't be possible for God or any of his fragments or denials - including Lucifer or Ahriman - to hurt us, anymore, ever again. I will heal all the places where I have denial, so I am no longer vulnerable to guilt, to being twisted and warped and made to feel crazy. I will heal all my own denied essence so that it no longer acts out on me and others in the world. I will heal all my fragments so none of us are out there alone, vulnerable to those who would use and abuse us. I will heal, and I will grow wings! THIS is the way for me to stop being a victim. THIS is the way for me to finally be able to move the blaming rage that I've been holding rigid in frozen hands, like a shield above my head. THIS is how I can take responsibility for MY part in all this. I have let myself be a victim too long. I was open to being blasted, I let myself be ground down, I threw parts of myself away trying to get God's love and be safe. I don't blame myself for this. There was no way to know then, there was no opening in Spirit for me/us to speak our truth, show our process, let expression happen all the way to healing. I hold God accountable for his part, but I also take responsibility for the healing of myself and not ever allowing it to happen again. We had no choices, no alternatives, but now, I am the one who will stop it from happening again. BUT -- here is where my plan becomes the true test of trust, a holy-mother-of-god catch-22 -- I know I can't heal all this fragmentation and regain my power without help from God's light, I NEED God's love filling in places where there has only ever been unloving light, or no light at all. I have tried and tried, I have gone as far as I can go without help. Realizing that need, finally admitting that I can't do it alone, is one of the hardest things for me to face. That means I have to trust the one I fear most in order to become whole enough to protect myself from the one I fear most. ACK!!! Opening these dark clenched places is a painfully slow process. We move in teensy baby steps. It's the only way. God, I still fear you in my most hidden places. I have parts that vow they will never NEVER let you in, that hate you with a rage that burns us from the inside but we don't care. I read your words and parts of me scream, "Liar!". But other parts hear your words and want to believe. Hope is small and still retarded, but I haven't killed her entirely. The war that rages within me will take time to heal. I move two steps forward toward the door, then inch back again. I know you're waiting outside that door. I have felt you approaching. So far you have been wise, you wait, you present yourself only when I ask for help, and then in the most harmless of imagery. I have needed to hear you admit to and apologize for your heartless acts. I read your words over and over again, and I let them filter down into my secret heart, I let them trigger my heartbreak and rage and terror of the deception of hope. After I cry one layer, I read your words again, I allow myself to take another step toward the door. I'm not ready to open the door yet. Can you wait? Can you let me lead in this? Can you wait for trust to build, inch by inch? Behind this closed door, I am gathering my essence, my parts are healing together. I'm asking you to sit outside the closed door, listen to me while I cry my rage and grief and terror. I'm asking you to listen through the door and occasionally make a murmur of comfort, but come no closer than that unless I ask you to! But I'm telling you that if it turns out this is all a hoax, if we open the door finally to find it's all a lie, we won't lie down again. We won't let ourselves be broken again or cast out into the darkness, we won't be used ever again. Ever. http://www.cyquest.com/motherhome/trust.html Now in this poem she says she will stop the blaming that makes her a victim and recognize her part in all of this... "THIS is the way for me to finally be able to move the blaming rage that I've been holding rigid in frozen hands, like a shield above my head. THIS is how I can take responsibility for MY part in all this." But she does this NOT by false, forced forgiveness by those that push a phoney sense of "letting go" by pretending to "love the perpetrator" before they make the perpetrator responsible for their actions. She recognizes HER part in it all was allowing herself to be slammed by these awful people. By staying in the path of the speeding bullet. She empowers herself by learning how to walk out of the pathway of the bullet -- not by excusing the shooter -- but leaning how to avoid "the shooters" or stay out of the range of fire, or to WALK away when you should walk away... Look: "I have let myself be a victim too long. I was open to being blasted, I let myself be ground down, I threw parts of myself away trying to get God's love and be safe. I don't blame myself for this. There was no way to know then, there was no opening in Spirit for me/us to speak our truth, show our process, let expression happen all the way to healing. I hold God accountable for his part, but I also take responsibility for the healing of myself and not ever allowing it to happen again. We had no choices, no alternatives, but now, I am the one who will stop it from happening again." found it here, I do not really buy all this site offers but I can relate to this one poster -- http://www.cyquest.com/motherhome/trust.html Followup Letter: To Trust or Not to Trust Dear God, I'm addressing this to the parts of Spirit I know as God/Mind, the Ice Man, and God/Body, the Father of Manifestation. Lately I have come to know you both in new forms, and I want you to know how much I appreciate your non-threatening presentation there. But even so... there are still some things I can't say to you, so I'm writing them down. I'm at a crossroads, I'm standing in the parting of the roads, I need to choose. Years and years of crying, bringing in parts and parts and more parts and crying their pain, remembering their memories, still... nothing has prepared me for this. Believing you love me is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Everything within me is screaming. I wonder if you really know how much pain I've suffered and how much damage has been done. Do you really know? I believed in "God's Love" as an abstract far-away thing. As a child it seemed real to me. But as a young adult I came to realize I never heard you. I never really felt your love. I was afraid there was something wrong with me. Why did I have so many doors closed? I longed to feel it, I longed to be able to throw open the doors and let your love shine in on me. That became the basis for my first commitment. I vowed to find all the blocked pain and closed places within me, so that I could hear your voice and know you. I had no idea what I was trying to do. If I had really known, then, I might not have begun. I didn't know, then, about Original Cause. I only knew my early childhood pains, and there was much I had to unravel there in order to remember it. But still, I couldn't connect with you, couldn't feel your love. So I kept going, to the next level, where I remembered past lives, and found more blocked and forgotten places within me, old long buried hatred and resentments. Many years were spent crying layer after layer of old pain, and still I couldn't feel your love. I began to be bitter. I began to believe this loving light must be a lie. A myth. Either that or my heart was permanently damaged, lying dead within me. I began to give up. I remember crying to you then, in my love and longing, why, why can't I feel you? What's wrong with me? And the floodgates opened. I remembered. The long years since then have been spent crying and remembering and crying... unraveling layer after layer, and drawing in parts and crying their pain. The damage is horrific, and there are times when I'm not sure it can be healed. Have you seen any of this? Do you feel my pain? Do you see what you've done here? I know that somewhere at the center of this onion is a core of strength and power and I'm going to find it. This was my next level of commitment, to find all of my self, all of my parts that have been lost and damaged, to draw us all together and heal so that we may find our strength. We will not be used, we will not be helpless victims any more. And I promised myself that if, at the end of this road, we find you do not truly love us, if it turns out this has all been an elaborate lie to coax us back to life in slavery... we will either find a way to live without you, or we will annihilate you and ourselves and everything. We will not live this way any longer. But now I find myself at a crossroads, I know it's time to make a new commitment, and I don't know if I can do it. I've searched within me. I've asked and asked all the parts of me. I've tried to find one tiny shred of a memory, and I can't find one. Not one. How can that be? Not ONE memory of you loving me. Every part of me remembers pain and rejection and scorn and feeling like a bother, a nuisance, or a downright evil thing to you. Every part of me has her own slant on what happened down the years, but not one has a memory of comfort or trust. I found memories of lust. Spirit, was there ever a moment of love? Was all your love for me fragmented out into Heart and the Father of Manifestation? Even that love is tainted by hate and betrayal. I feel lost. I try to understand why, now, after all this time, I feel you breathing over my shoulder. Why, now, after all this pain, do you come knocking at my door in this guise of harmless old gardener? In every song on the radio, every movie on the tv, whether I flip channels or not, there you are trying to reach me. And all I can do is cry and cry. I don't trust you, I don't trust that you love me. Why now? What made you suddenly decide it was time to try to help me? What made you decide you love me now? Or do you? I cry such rage... my head feels like it will explode. Is it just that your precious universe threatens to die without me? Should I drag myself back from the pits of hell just so you can continue to live? Am I just another tool you finally realized you couldn't build your house without? And in the deepest recesses of my darkened heart, I find a pink pearl still alive and beating and longing for you. That's the most frightening thing of all. Rediscovering my love for you, and ... when I look up and I see you both standing there together in one body, looking like every fantasy I've ever dreamed, the prince charming come to save me I fall into a puddle on the floor..... and cry the shame of being so ugly and horrible and fat and ... The self-hate has piled up high in this basement room. Shoved down and down and down, compressing and getting heavier and heavier... and there she sits, our body and all the pus and sores and wounds and fat and grossness showing on the outside how it really is on the inside. Self-loathing that you will never love a beast like me, and ... I have no control over my appearance anymore. Every pain manifests itself in another bleeding sore, another roll of fat, another vile odor. I remember once having other essence with me, but everything that could leave me, left bit by bit. To live in the sun. To have beautiful bodies. To dance in the moonlight and get your attention and love, or at the very least, your lust. I envy them, they at least can dance. I am so heavy in this corner, I have trouble sitting up, let alone dance in the moonlight. Do you see? Do you understand? How can I do this? Please, help me. If I open this door you will have access to my most tender heart, and I don't know if I can let that happen. I don't know if I can take that risk. Please, be trustworthy. Followup Letter: To Trust or Not to Trust

Oh, well, he is beyond my intellectual level in there -- that is why I missed him! Is QQ anywhere? I missed him as well.

well, TWI de frock you!

Ex (and ala) I agree I love this! "PS The whole "gift ministry" teaching of TWI was, sheesh, like just about everything else they taught, errant. Just my humble opinion, but TWI was like a very large dysfunctional family, with bible verses thrown in to validate their dysfunction."

Tom Did I witness to you at the "Gingerbread" bar?

:)--> It does seem like some of the biggest jerks get to REMAIN "Rev's" for the rest of their lives while some of the greatest lovers of God and his people just leave.... (To the GOOD ones like The EVAN and Socks, I am not referring to you. You seem to be VERY loving. I am mostly referring to all the mini-Craigs and the "yes"men and the likes of them)

WaterB I am glad you believe in angels, as do I. But I gotta tell ya -- I HATED the movie Micheal and thought it was a mockery. He had sex. Also he went out into the field and was chasing the bull like an idiot. Sorry, I hope they are NOT like him. I HOPE they are more like "Touched by an Angel" But just cause I do not like "Michael" does not mean I do not like you. Love you WB! Hated the movie, though ;)-->

Ex We posted at the same time! YES I totally agree with you. There was this 13 corps guy who was so obviously "gifted" one would be blind to miss it. And because he did not involve himself with the "crap" he was tossed out of the corps while some real willing and eager "participants" were ordained and became down right MEAN people. Later they left and kept the titles.... Just seems WRONG!! It would be like my wearing my corps name tag every where I went... That was tossed long ago.

ex You said "I've always thought it was somewhat dishonest of those who were fired/and or left TWI to continue to use their "Rev." title. TWI did "defrock" them. So what's up with continuing to refer to yourself, and let others do so, as Rev? In just about any other denomination that I know of, if you quit or are fired, you also leave the title behind. " I agree Now, I know what DM said "JAL is certainly not "clergy" to twi anymore, but did they choose him? I think the heart of a man or woman determines the "clergyness" of an individual, and not the "nod" from the elders in an institution. " But in all honesty, if he was ordained by QUESTIONABLE men then was he ordained or given a "title" by a cult? Truly, I am not saying what has happened between he and God is not real. Tht is NOT the issue. I KNOW wonderful people who fought against the ills of TWI who were treated badly and overlooked for ANYTHING because they did not comply. Some of those people were obviously "leaders" lovers of God, kind, wonderful to people and I think God told them in their hearts who and WHAT they were (as I have spoken to some corps about all of this and know some feel they were ordained by God but unrecognized by men). Now, those people walk around without titles. Why should the defrocked continue to use theirs?

I get cha But now that being said, how do the guys/gals who have been defrocked by the Way continue to call themselves "Rev."? I know a man and wife (both ordained by TWI) who taught a fellowship and continued to be Rev's.. If they were defrocked shouldn't they stop that?

Hey, where are you? Are you okay? We've missed you.

So, while we were in TWI could we have asked the state to defrock LCM? I understand those that left -- TWI did go to the state and defrock, but what if we went and showed MEN STILL IN to be sexual predators etc. Can we petition the state to defrock? Or is that against religious freedom. EX10 I know here in Georgia we had a GIFTED male nurse who was ordained by our minister. And he is the GREATEST at teaching! Anyway he does not have a degree in theology. Also one of the many churches we tried had a minister who "got the call" on his life and never attended any college. So, I don't know. If you "get the call" do you just go tell someone you "got the call" and they ordain you? It all seems so arbitrary - not the way God probably wanted it to be. But how would a state monitor it? I heard of a woman who started a sex church... Like the first church of the goodess Diana or something. I am unsure if she got recognized by the state but I think she was busted for prostitution and tried to claim it was a ministry. (Would be weird if she was corps or something) So, now what if an ordained person here decided to ordain RAF, Zix, Word Wolf or GOEY could it be done?

GOEY Just read your paper. Good one!

Okay, so if I decide to have a church and I decide to ordain someone with the rights and Privileges -- you know to be able to go into a hospital, perform a wedding -- be recognized by the state (I am not speaking of God acknowledging)how would one do that? There are off shoots and home fellowships where these people still call themselves "Rev." (Now, surely we can say that God ordains.... But that opens another arguement.... If TWI was a cult a nutty, goofey, cult promoting its weird sexual beliefs then I QUESTION if God was behind (some) the ordination to begin with....) So, my question right now is -- so if these men are still practicing as MINISTERS... And TWI defrocked them, who reordains them? Themselves? So, they have to go and register again as a REV. Now, WD saud in Kansas ut us for life... So those ordained in Kansas do not have to worry about anything.... So, suppose I think Raf has a gift ministry and I think he should be ordained and I run a fellowship.... Can I ordain him to the end he can get privellages from the "state"? Or can only an ordained person ordain another person? DM I have no idea why she waited so long. But I thought about all the girls who are now women and have struggled to regain their footing. Can they go to the STATE of Ohio and present their cases and ask for a defrocking? Or does TWI have to do it?

So, John Lynn is no longer clergy? Does he have to be reordained? Did they ever just take someone and defrock them and they are still in? I think all the sex abusers should be defrocked -- but they embrace the policy

I do not recall TWI defrocking anyone. (I know they phocked ;)--> a few people) Do you know? Anyway, I think this defrocking was a good thing if used correctly. Here is an example of defrocking due to abuse of POWER. Episcopal Bishops Recommend Jones Be Defrocked Episcopal Bishop of Montana to receive church's most severe punishment for sexual misconduct. By Chris Herlinger | posted 2/22/01 The Episcopal Bishop of Montana is likely to be defrocked as a priest. This is the sentence recommended by a panel of bishops after a church court found him guilty of sexual misconduct involving a married woman who was a parishioner and church employee. If the sentence, given by the panel on February 14, is upheld, 58-year-old Bishop Charles I. "Ci" Jones will no longer be allowed to administer the church's sacraments—the strictest possible punishment under church law. His attorney, Edward Curry, said Jones was considering appealing against the sentence. Jones has 30 days to file an appeal with a church court. Until that date, the sentence is "stayed" pending a possible appeal. The 7-2 decision to defrock Jones as a priest follows a January hearing at which the woman asked for the strictest possible discipline to be applied. Jones had a sexual relationship with her from 1981 to 1983, when Jones was rector of an Episcopal church in Russellville, Kentucky. He became bishop of Montana in 1986. Jones was found guilty of the charges in December. Jones has declined comment to reporters, though he gave a statement in the Evangel, the Montana diocese newsletter, in which he said the decision was "shocking to me, given that my sexual misconduct of which I was found guilty took place almost two decades ago." The Montana Diocesan Council had unanimously supported Jones's removal, but he said he had been the target of unfair criticism within the diocese. "The lie that is at the root of our suffering as a diocese is perpetuated by a small group of 25 to 30 people among us. The lie is this: 'Ci Jones is a bad person and is the root of all of our troubles.'" The decision to strip Jones of his clerical status was made by a panel of nine fellow bishops after the submissions regarding sentencing were heard in January in Charlotte, North Carolina. The bishops said in their decision that the misconduct was "a serious and egregious offence." They condemned the "serious nature of the sexual exploitation and abuse of power and trust" shown by Jones. In addition, the church court found that Jones had "not demonstrated an understanding of or a genuine repentance for the offences committed" and had demonstrated what it called a "continuing pattern of abusive and exploitative behavior and a risk of future exploitation." Two members of the tribunal, retired bishop Robert Johnson of the diocese of North Carolina and New Hampshire Bishop Douglas Theuner, dissented. Bishop Johnson called for a public admonition—a formal reprimand—that would not strip Jones of his title. Bishop Theuner called for a tougher punishment, saying Jones should be suspended on conditions, but noted that no other charges of sexual misconduct had been leveled against Jones, and that the bishop had been permitted to serve in Montana even after publicly admitting to the misconduct. But the woman pressing the charges, who is now 46-years-old, told the sentencing hearing that she wanted the toughest possible sentence imposed against Jones as she had been exploited. Her argument apparently convinced the court. "The passage of time between [Jones's] relationship with the [woman] has not mitigated the serious circumstances of the offences committed," the court said. The church's current Presiding Bishop, Frank Griswold, has not commented on the case. http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2001/108/44.0.html these people don't mess around http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2001/002/21.20.html

I was taught we had GUARDIAN angels until we were saved then the guardian angels left because CHRIST in you was bigger than angels around you. I was never taught you would not interact with angels again -- it was just GUARDIAN angels...

WG Try vitamin E and Lecithin to help with colesteral levels... Where is Master hearbalsit?

very interested will email you with my address! THANKS!!!!

New crop to rent and own! Duplex was delightfully funny with the team of Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore. They buy a duplex which is gorgeous but cannot get the old lady tennnant out due to rent control.... Humorous! 50 First dates a really heart warming comedey which stars Drew Barrynore - who is really gorgeous in this film guys! And Adam Sandler. Drew has lost her memory from the time she had a car accident forward. So each day Adam wins her heart again. Very warm with depth. Mystic River - the cast alone would bring someone to try this DVD. Kevin Bacon, Tim Robbins and Sean Penn are boyhood buddies and are a little mischievious. As the write their names in wet cement two men pull up and yell at them and force one of them into the car... This changes the complexion of their friendship forever and eventually destroys the community as the years pass and other events play out. Monster Charlize Theron does a remarkable job portraying serial killer Aileen Wurmos http://www.chasingthefrog.com/reelfaces/monster.php 28 days later - What a surprise! A great British movie which starts off with people sneaking in a lab to release the test monkeys. A scientist tries to warn them that these animals are infected with something that would be devastating if they got out. At the same time a bicycle messenger crashes and goes into a coma. When he awakes 28 days later the world as he knew it is gone...

I have been looking forward to it as well. You must have gotten in on a sneak preview as I think it starts on the 22nd. Thanks for the post!!!

I let Nancy know a couple weeks ago.