CoolWaters

This danged green wall is making me insane!!!!!!!

I called the WAHmbulance. P...you've historically stated these kinds of things about GS. Why'd you bother in the first place? I selected to let twi have the damn domain for nothing. What good can you do with it? Irritate them? Sounds sorta like that remedy won't work...like many others that haven't worked. As much as you toss around suing people, you knew this was bound to happen. This is not a fight worth fighting, imo. Sheesh. Ask people for their opinions and then complain when you get them. Sounds like nothing will satisfy you.

Thanks, Flow! Now I'm in the basement with the laser fields. Got through the first one...can't figure out the 2nd one. Does the "green wall" have anything to do with this? The one that's got all the squares that turn on and off depending on where you click?

I have no clue what level I'm on. I just got through the room with the computer screen. I now have a ball and a security card. I can go upstairs (where I got the ball or the security card), I can wander around a long room, or I can go into a room with 2 guys holding a puzzle. It looks like the ball belongs on the machine underneath the puzzle, but it tells me I'm going to break the device if I keep trying to put the ball in there. I keep trying and it tells me to try something else. Sigh.

Tee hee. Of course, they still wouldn't get beyond Simon...he would cover his ears if he heard them!

This denial of being in need is something that I am paying the price for today. Denial is not equal to "believing"...unless you're in twi. The bible talks of faith. TWI talks of "believing". The bible talks of trust. TWI talks of doing something to prove something. The bible talks of patience. TWI talks of wasting time. The bible talks of longsuffering. TWI talks of "spiritual probation". The bible talks of feeding his sheep. TWI talks of colon cleanses, starvation diets and athletic prowess. The bible talks of giving. TWI talks of paying. The bible talks of bringing needs and concerns to the body. TWI talks of a locked box and calls it "spirtual maturity" to keep things silent. Of course, twi can't even corner this market of psuedo-christianity...the offshoots are doing it quite well...as well as many of the organizations calling themselves "not-for-profit". Is it any wonder that by time one reaches an age to be called "senior", one would distrust anybody's kindness?

I think the change in the poll was an effort to out the first person who voted...and that vote was for P to bend over. So here it is....I'm out. I cast that first vote. But now it looks like I voted for something totally different.

Lawrence Welk! It's the same thing! Too bad you can't get it at Half Price. Sigh. Honestly, I thought I had returned to the Nazarene Church...until that last number..."Growing in God's Power". Yikes! Nothing like glorifying the way logo. And they said the SIT words, too! I thought that was supposed to be kept secret "until the class" or something...? I thought SIT wasn't something the general public was allowed to know about until they actually attended a meeting...? I am surprised to see that they're letting fat women out in public. Good gawd...back in my twi days being fat was enough to prove one as "seed"...because a fat women couldn't "bless" the MOG the way he "needed" to be "blessed"...it showed disrespect for the MOG...sigh...:/ None of the singers would make the grade on American Idol.

Dot...yes...the malt balls...the speckled ones. MMMMMMMMMM! Water Buffalo......black jelly beans...any day, any time of the year....MMMMMMMMMM! And of course, having grown up just a few blocks from the Russell Stover mansion, I am a Russell Stover freak....especially the truffles. MMMMMMMMMM, Russell Stover dark chocolate truffles. And guess what? Russell Stover makes 'em in SUGAR FREE. Woo hoo! They're good, too! :D-->

I put up another puzzle like the Crimson Room. It's under the "Mystery of Time and Space" thread.

Bump.

http://www.albartus.com/motas/ I'm stuck already. :(--> I have no clues and don't know anybody who has completed this game. Have fun....and post any clues you can...please! :D-->

I gotta ask... Which one of the 3 is the one you used to answer his letters? (You told me on another thread you used to answer his letters.)

Mo, Yes, that is certainly something that we were never allowed in twi, huh? I often wonder if anything we say here helps anybody at all. There are certainly more people that went through what we went through besides just you and me. I often hope that they are lurking and reading.

Aha! I knew I was forgetting something!!! Thanks, Mo! ;)--> Headed for the kitchen now.... MMMMMMMmmmmmm!

I'm gonna step in this and hope I don't stink afterwards... There is far more involved to getting into a shelter than most people know. A "wants and warrants" is usually done. If anything is found, you'll get a cot...and you'll find yourself arrested later on. Married people must produce marriage licenses to have a room together. People with children must produce birth certificates. Always, always, always, one must produce valid and current state picture ID issued by the state in which the shelter is located. Many shelters these days ask for at least one family contact "in case of emergency". Most shelters contract for time allowed. (In other words, how long one gets to stay in the shelter depends on how well one lives up to the contract. Usually the first 3 days are "freebies" to allow a person time to decide if they want to sign a contract. Most shelters charge, too. Either in money or in labor.) If one has a vehicle, one must also have proof of insurance, valid and current registration and valid and current driver's license...all valid and current in the state and community that the shelter is in. If one does not have these things, one is often denied ability to access one's vehicle without violating the contract. It's very difficult to get into a shelter if you're not part of the community in which the shelter is located. The whole concept behind many homeless shelters is that there is something terribly wrong with one if one needs a homeless shelter. The contract usually consists of three things: 1) Behavior modification plans, 2) Work agreement and, 3) Program involvement. These things are all wise and good. I have quite often participated in designing programs for homeless people. The problem is that most homeless shelters are staffed not by professionals or even by paid staff...but by current and/or former clients. Of course the "official" staff meets minimum guidelines and qualifications. But an "official" staff usually consists of a director and an assistant or two. The day-to-day operation of a homeless shelter is generally left up to the "volunteer" staff. Shelters are usually the very last place anybody wants to go...because inside a shelter is an atmosphere much like inside a jail: the "trustees" run the show. Even in the best shelter I have ever seen, survival inside is determined by how well one kisses the "trustees" butt. I have opted to sleep under picnic tables before going to a shelter. And, yes, with my children. We were all safer.

I prefer PB&PR on toast. (Peanut Butter and Pickle Relish) Don't know if I could handle mayo mixed with pb. My arteries are clogging just thinking about it. ::shiver::

Oh no Pirate! That's got to be frustrating! Sigh. Here's one that's driving me insane now: http://www.owensworld.com/flashgames/play.php?id=227

TY {{{{{Colleen}}}}. And right back at ya! :D--> I didn't intend for this to be another "Yay GSC!" thread (although there's nothing wrong with that at all). I was wondering if people (and I'm thinking wc in particular) who felt the "calling" in their lives to be ministers...but found themselves not doing much more than keeping a job...I am wondering if GSC helps answer that call.

Thanks, Zix!!!!!! :D--> OK, I was able to find a whole bunch more...but have yet to come across anything as good as The Crimson Room. I'm having fun with this one: http://www.owensworld.com/flashgames/play.php?id=206

(I am putting this thread here because I feel that it is "About The Way" more than it is about anything else. If the thread police feel differently, I will not be offended if the thread is moved. :D--> ) This thread is a spin-off of the "The 'Goodness' of Way Leaders" thread. It is sparked by this post by Dot Matrix on that thread. Judging by the posts here on GSC, twi was a dream gone nightmare for most of us. After reading the post by Dot, I realized that GSC provides the opportunity to me that I never had in twi: GSC provides me with the opportunity to question why and to cry "Foul!"...and to be supported in the idea that what I considered to be foul was foul indeed. This is important to me because twi had a way of making me feel absolutely insane for thinking that what twi did in my life was anything but "godly"...that it was all "devil spirit whisperings" or "thinking evil" on my part. GSC has also provided me the safe arena in which to work out my anger about all the insanity that twi heaped onto my shoulders. I've pretty much come to a point where I've reviewed and relived and regurgitated the most horrific of the insanity...and I've reached a point that there is not much anger left. I am now thinking more and more about how much damage twi did in the lives of those whose hearts were into serving god and god's people, but who found themselves treading water in a pool of corporate sharks that didn't give a damn about god or god's people. Does GSC offer the opportunity to be what you had hoped to be in twi? I see so many caring, helpful, loving, kind posts that encourage and build up. (I'm thinking of another post by Dot in a thread by Roy in the "My Story" forum. I'm really not trying to embarrass you, Dot. You've just struck my heart the last couple of days. :)--> ) It makes me wonder if GSC is a form of "ministry" for those who were denied the opportunity to truly serve. I also want to let folks know that every kind word, every validation, every word of encouragement...I want folks to know that these things do indeed minister to my life. OK. Well. I guess there's not much more to say right now. I don't want to appear to be trying to climb the GSC ladder or suck up to the GSC "leadership". :D--> ;)-->

alfakat, I have often wondered about how there can be such night and day differences between people's experiences in the same organization. In answer to my wonderings, I keep coming back to the idea that perhaps it had a lot to do with how people slotted others. For example, I knew a couple in twi who were both cops. They were our twig leaders, too. We were not allowed to bring anybody to twig that had ever been arrested and/or jailed in our town. We weren't allowed to bring guests to any twig functions where alcohol was involved (which was usually every twig function) unless we gave the twig leaders names and birthdates first. We made the mistake of not obeying these directives once. Ai yi yi! The stuff hit the fan! When we asked the twig leaders what the problem was, the response was that there are only two types of people in this world...cops and perpetrators. The twig leaders couldn't jeopardize their standing with other cops by associating with perps. I've always thought that the wc I ever experienced had a mentality just like that: there are only two types of people in this ministry...wc and those who cop out. I often think that mentality accounts for the differences of experiences. But that's just me. :)-->

I'm trying to find more online games like that one. I don't really even know what keywords to use in a search engine. Sigh. As for Myst, I want the game now! :)-->

The comparison made around this thread somewhere between wc and us armed forces is a good one, imo. Something happens to people both when they go into the us armed forces and when they go into wc. It's called training. In both the wc and the us armed forces, the training is intense and the mentality is to gear people up for do-or-die situations in battle...get people trained so well that when in the middle of intense situations where there is not much of an opportunity to think about things for a day or two, people would automatically react as trained. Well, I'm going to share some things about my way experience in an effort to express what I mean about training. (This is long. Sorry. I tried to edit out as much as possible, but the background needs to be filled out so that you all can understand what I mean.) I never had but a fleeting desire to go wc, but I was around Emporia enough to see some things up close and personal. Also, there were lots and lots of wc in the areas where I spent the first 3 years of my way life (greater Kansas City area, the Topeka area and the Wichita area). Then when I married my current husband, we seemed to always end up in areas with more bosses than workers (more wc than non-wc). So I've had my fair share of personal experience with wc folks. Because I was around so much wc, I never realized that there was much difference between wc and non-wc....until I got involved in an offshoot church and bumped the pastor's logic a little harder than he liked his logic to be bumped. That was in 2002. The pastors of the church are the man who undershepherded me way back in 1976-1977 (I'll call him "Homer" for this post), and his wife (I'll call her "Marge" for this post)...who I had known from back in 1977 because she and Homer were college wows who lived in the same way home when Homer was undershepherding me. (They were not even dating one another when I first met either of them.) Marge and I are the same age. Homer is about 6 years older. I was only 17yo when I met Homer. Very much a "troubled teen". Homer was "old" in my mind. He didn't act "normal"...i.e., he respected my parents and grandparents, he respected his mother, he did not party (that I knew of), wasn't a doper (again, that I knew of), and appeared to be very much a part of the "establishment" (had a job, went to college, was clean-cut, didn't run around bare-foot and didn't flip people the bird every time he felt his space violated). I didn't like him much. So I set out to drive him over the edge and tried to get him to leave me alone. I lied to him. I lied about him. I called him names and made fun of him. I'd get stoned and/or drunk and call him in the middle of the night and say and do the most insane things I could think of doing/saying to shake him up and make him hate me so much that he'd give up on me. Yet every day for a whole year he made sure to call me and see if there was anything I needed or anything I wanted to do. He even played Frisbee with me when I said that's what I wanted to do. (Months later I would find out he hated to play Frisbee.) He knew I was lying. He knew I was doing whatever I could do to make him nuts. He never even mentioned anything about anything I was doing. I'd even ask him, "Hey, Homer...what kind of a jerk are you, anyway? Don't you get it that I'm using and abusing you until you get the message to get out of my life?" He'd say, "Well, Vicky, you say that but you still go to twig with me and you still want to hang around the believers with me. As long as you're doing that, I'm gonna stick with you." In that year, I learned the true "love of god" from that man. He helped me get off of the booze and the drugs. He helped me heal my mind and my heart. He helped me in ways that nobody since has helped me. When I finally took pfal (I had started the class like 3 or 4 times and would get soooo ....ed off that I'd walk out in the first session), I became a devotee of twi. Homer used to call me his "diamond in the rough". Shortly after I took pfal my daughter was born. Shortly after that, I left town to try and patch things up with my first husband. Immediately after that, my twi experience went sour. Very sour. Homer and I lost contact. But over the years all I could think about was getting back to the sweet fellowship I knew via Homer. Through all of the twi meddling in my first marriage, all of the twi meddling in my second marriage, through all of the twi crap in Alaska, through all of the pronouncements of "seed boy" upon my life, I held onto reconnecting with Homer and finding the "true" twi I once knew. I tried to reconnect with Homer over the years. The only way I knew how to contact him was via hq. HQ always told me some sort of mumbo jumbo about Homer...he was divorced...he was no longer standing...his wife left him...he left his wife...yadda yadda yadda. Believing that Homer was in pain, I prayed for him and his family daily. My children knew more about Homer and Marge than they knew about their grandparents. Every time I had an opportunity to pray for Homer and Marge, I took it. Our morning prayers, our mealtime prayers, our evening prayers, the kids' bedtime prayers, every "open season of prayer" at twig, and even in churches we attended after twi I'd put Homer and Marge's names in for prayer requests. It was 20 years before Homer and I reconnected. He and Marge were exactly as I remembered them...and they treated me exactly the way Homer treated me way back when. Until, like I said above, I bumped against Homer's logic harder than Homer liked his logic to be bumped. Then Homer turned into an lcm "mini me". I couldn't believe it!!!! I still don't believe it. The only explanation I have for Homer's behavior is the one he himself gave me: Homer is a "dog soldier" and was trained in wc not to tolerate dissension. Something happens to people when they go through such intense training. It may take years to show itself, but it's there. The right situation and the training takes over. I see it in Homer and Marge...who were wc trained. I see it in my husband, my dad and my uncles. I saw it in my grandfather and his brother and in my father-in-law. They are all us armed forces trained. Such intense training solidifies in the core of people's psyche. Get close enough to that core, all you get is pure training...the personality takes a back seat to the training. Again, this is all my experience.

Wish I did have some more, Tom. I had a whole bunch of puzzles like this once upon a time. Don't know what I did with them, but I love these things! :D-->