Nathan_Jr

I never beleeeved I lacked abundant forgiveness from God. This was not something new to impress me. I was never taught I was unworthy until I took "the class." I never beleeeved I was nor could be condemned of anything until I took "the class." I never thought of God as a bit-chass pony character that needed or wanted anything from me, especially my money, until I took the class. What impressed me was the mechanical, corporeal, one-dimensional shallowness of it all. What REALLY impressed me was that anyone at all was actually impressed with victor paul wierwille. I was REALLY impressed with how gullible people were to actually fawn over this little charlatan and say "mmmph" at the end of every segment. NO! NOT SO FAST! STOP! I never got that idea. I was never seduced by that idea. But that idea was, indeed, taught, and that it was taught at all DID catch my attention. I was never motivated by that idea. I never wanted for money and never beleeeved that God was to be sought for it. The sycophants administering PFAL to me were duped in 1975, went CORPS and WOW, got out in 1986, completely mastered the collaterals, SNTs, and all books and tapes by victor, yet were living very near the poverty line... in Louisiana!! I never thought that. I never bought ANY of the bull$hit. (Hello, Irony. I seeeeee yooouuu.) I was never satisfied with faking tongues. Who told you that? I'll repeat myself for you and for the folks at home. I am trilingual in glossolalia and I can interpret my native tongue into glossolalia and vice versa. I can STF out of SIT. I can even write in glossolalia. I wish you all could SIT as much as I can. I know (twice revealed = established) that teaching someone how (H-O-W) to interpret by matching syllables and duration is factually, objectively and demonstrably false. If anyone ever taught that, say, in an excellor class, they taught it wrong. SIT and TIP cannot be taught. That's how you can tell a phony. Any form of SIT and TIP that is taught it counterfeit. Really? What did you do? NO! STOP! YIKES! It indicates someone has been deeply manipulated to be dishonest in an effort to appease a counterfeit fraudster.

Which was what exactly? God is able to forgive even this. His ability is equal to his willingness. And he is willing.

Your girlfriend is correct! Her turn... or yours. Guy Clark wrote the song and recorded it in 1975. Steve Earle recorded it, also. I'm not sure who the artist covering the song on Yellowstone is.

Country may be broadly accurate, but an unfair pigeonhole, IMO. Try Folk, Outlaw Country, Texas singer-songwriter, Americana.. Written in 1970, it was first recorded by another artist in Nashville in 1972. It broke the Billboard Top 100 at 98 for 3 weeks. It was recorded by the writer in 1975 to great success on the Country charts. It has been covered by others who more closely fit the Americana Singer-Songwriter genre than country. Apparently, a very recent, contemporary cover was included on the soundtrack for the show "Yellowstone." Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes And say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of bitch has always bored me Throw out them L.A. papers That mouldy box of Vanilla Wafers Adios, to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road back streets (Chorus, includes title) And it's, here's to you, old Skinny Dennis The only one I think I will miss I can hear old bass singin' Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin' Play it for me one more time now Got to give it all you can now I believe every thing you're sayin' Just to keep on, keep on playin' (Chorus, includes title) And you put the pink card in the mailbox Leave the key in that old front door lock They'll find it likely as not I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, baby Love's a gift that's surely handmade We got somethin' to believe in Don't you think it's time, we're leavin'? (Chorus) So pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes And say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of bitch has always bored me

Tell us about this character you call God.

NO! Not so fast! Gads! That is a whole lotta salad! I didn’t miss anything. It seems you failed to understand my post. I’ll reread your repost when I’m not so busy and have lots of time. Time. Meanwhile, your repost will find a cozy new home in one of my folders.

March 3, 2023 was a day rich with treasure.

I should say if any modern religious system is deeply rooted in the traditions of ancient mythos, it is that God is a character, as in a play. (Also, as in an interpretive dance theatrical performance.)

Who will be your mediator in lieu of Christ Jesus’ finitude and absence? Oh, never mind. I’ll just write my question on a post card and mail it to The… …oh, wait…

God is a character? Well, if any aspect of ancient religious mythos is deeply rooted in tradition, it is this one.

“Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a Kaiser blade.” — Karl Childers

Mmmph

Indeed. A fundamental error. A cosmic error.

It doesn’t. That’s what the margins are for. The pen is a double-edged sword. Use it to delete AND add words. Use your tools. Imitate victor in all things.

I really didn’t think anyone had the in-depth, spiritual awareness and perception to rise to the challenge. You are 100% correct, Waysider! 100,000 Unpainted Arizona points for you!

Well done, Mr. Bone. There were dozens, even hundreds of "Huh?" moments for me throughout "the class." Number 2 here may have been the very first. If anything ever is a secret, it has nothing to do with whether or not someone believes it. WTAF! Such a statement is so profoundly nonsensical and stupid, it boggles the clear and sharp mind to explain why. Here's a statement analogous to number 2. Let's see if anyone has the mettle and in-depth, spiritual awareness and perception to refute it: "The distance between Austin and Dallas is simply bird's nest cellophane."

Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes And say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of bitch has always bored me

Coordinatore musicale

The spirit of the canon is the light of the bookcase in concretion.

“Walk on the Wild Side” - Lou Reed

Boom! Great news! I MADE IT FIT! After going back to the "keys" and "principles," after standing on victor's shoulders, after imitating how (H-O-W) victor "worked the word," I finally got it! (I didn't absorb it the first time, admittedly.) This required 18 hour work days, but the work was worthy of the hire. Anyone can do it. It's what's available. You've got to know how (H-O-W) to get it. The secret is in the tools ("keys"). The tools are what everybody misses the first time. This is what you will need: 1 Sharpie, 1 multipack of correcting tape or Whiteout, 1 roll of duct tape, 1 Sawzall, and one pair of safety glasses with eisegetical lenses. Now, you take these tools ("keys") and go to work on your Bible, preferably the KJV. Work TF out of it. The Sawzall will make a mess of your Bible, but, hey, that's what the eisegetical glasses are for. That's how (H-O-W) victor did it. Remember, stand on his shoulders and imitate him. When you're done completely completing working the word while on victor's shoulders, you will see the tremendous accuracy of "God's budget." (Use the duct tape to attach the budget to the double doors.) Fruit of the labor: The six THE men of God who came before victor spent all of the miracle/sign/wonder budget. There was nothing left for the seventh THE man of God. That's why signs, miracles and wonders never followed victor. That's why he couldn't manifest. See? Isn't that just wonderful! That there is pure mathematical exactness! That there is scientific precision! Boy, oh, boy.... Mmmmmph!

A Tribe Called Quest sampled the bass line from this classic.

Mike: "Think about the rule to not change a word: In a translation nearly EVERY word is changed from one language to another." This idea resonates well with Muslim fundamentalists. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quran_translations Hey! Victor learned wherever he could.

That’s pre-1st century. Not sure if that even counts. It certainly isn’t known, since whatever is known hasn’t been known since the first century. I once knew a Baduk expert. He was a badminton super star from Mexico. Because, well, Mexico and… Baduk… and… badminton. Just tremendous. Math!