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It was the only movie I saw that was nominated so I can't make any comparisons. It was good but not great. And it WAS a downer. Hillary Swank did a good job which was Oscar worthy.

I'm bringing this one back up because I just read Patrick Heron's book, "The Nephilim and the Pyramid of the Apocalypse". (He's a former Wayfer and this book was recently mentioned in "Open.") He refers to The Book of Enoch in his book. From what I've read so far from the Book of Enoch, I don't see contradictions with the Bible. I think it elaborates on some truths that are in Genesis that are very mind boggling but feasible. So I'm not so sure at this point, whether I'm going off the deep end with this or if this is really a missing book of the Bible. The fact that the book of Enoch is quoted in Jude gives it some credence. If a book (Jude) was included in the canon that quotes another book, wouldn't that other book be true too? Maybe the church fathers overlooked that fact when deciding which books to include. After all, it was a council that decided the trinity was true. Why should men be considered the ultimate authority of what should end up in the Bible? Maybe there's a reason the Book of Enoch isn't in the Bible. Maybe it's true but God didn't want it in there for general study or something. It's a very heavy book, kind of like an "Advanced Class" of scripture. But then again, maybe I'm losing my mind.

Doesn't look male or female to me. And it IS funny, in a sick way like Johnny Lingo said, but funny.

Exie, it just seems like a lot is happening to you all at once, your kid, you dad and his wife too? I'm sorry, it must be a lot to deal with all at once. It seems like, if sh1t happens, it all happens at once. I'm just praying for you.

I've been reading this book over the weekend. It is totally fascinating and he is a very readable writer. His arguments for what he prepounds from the Bible are very logical and believable. He has put together things that I have never read anywhere else reagarding certain truths in God's Word. His conclusions are based from the Word as well as historical documents. A lot of the book is about the Nephalim who were fallen angels who had offspring with female humans and all the ramifications that ensued, even up to the present, and the future. We were taught by Vee Pee in PFAL that spirits cannot have sex with humans but it's right there in Genesis. I won't get into much more but this book is REALLY good!

Mike, I looked for that because you asked for it once before and I don't know what happend to it. I have boxes of tapes and I'll look again. I'm sorry I haven't been able to find it.

I'm so sorry about that little girl in your neighborhood, Abigail. We've had so many cases in CA like that, far far too many. It is heart breaking. I can't imagine how the parents live through it. I was always totally PARANOID when my daughter was little. We lived in an apartment complex that had a court yard and I always watched her. There were other little kids that lived there, mostly girls, and I would have them over for juice and kind of watch them too when they ran around with my daughter. Even if she walked through the complex to her friend's apartment, I would walk with her. When she took the school bus home, I would wait outside the complex for the bus, even though it dropped her off right in front of the complex. I'd see other kids get off by themselves. Now she's 16 and goes all over the place. Like Exie, I pray a lot. And she has a cell phone. If I don't know where she is, I call her. I get a little panicked if she doesn't answer. (and ....ed!) One day I called and she and her friends had driven up "into the mountains." Geeeesh But as for being little, it was in the 50's and I wandered around the neighborhood from one friend's house to another...and I know I was under 7 years old, because we moved from that house when I was 7. I remember some guy working with a maintenace crew in the street asking me would I "go off with him? It's now or never." It gave me a kind of icky feeling. He might have just been kidding around. Who knows. My mom once said, "I didn't worry because I couldn't see why some one would want to steal a kid." I guess she was pretty naive.

Carry on...

No, sorry, just a haiku! I forgot it was a movie thing!

Thanks, Scout. I do intent to see this story through up to 1988 when I made the big break. :D--> Appreciate your reading it.

Posting on Grease Spot While I should be hard at work. I need to stop this

I was thinking some more about that not- debating thing. Would you have to constantly check yourself to see if you are debating or questioning? OOOPS! That was a question! Glad I'm here and not there!

This thread is turning into "Stupid Things We Did for Leaders" but that's ok. Ah the memories. I just remembered how, when the Advanced Class was held in San Diego at San Diego State, I had to drive out to one end of the city (not a small town here) to pick up a barbecue to take all the way back to the limb leaders's home for all the honchos who came to town to have a little get together. (Was I invited? Of course not!) The thing had ashes in it and when I had to put it sideways in the back of my hatchback, the ashes spilled out all over the trunk. But I was a DOULOS for God and it was a small price to pay for the privilege of SERVING. Same week of that class, I remember helping to clean the area leaders' home for the arrival of the upper echelon who would be staying there. They kicked out the peon believers who were living in the house so the big honchos could have accomodations. Oh, man this is all coming back to me now.....I had to do the prayer room and furnish it. So my husband and a friend carted our sofa over there along with other stuff to "decorate" the prayer room. I put a few rugs on the floor as well and also put in two side tables from our living room. Later, the area leader tells us the sofa isn't quite what they want, so we have to haul it back and they put in a couch that was already there in one of the common rooms. Sorry you didn't like my couch! And then later some one picked up the rugs I had put down and stuck them in a corner. Sorry you didn't like my rugs! They furnished the dorms where the hot shots were staying with believers' rugs, lamps, chairs, art work, etc. They looked like some one's plush apartment. Meanwhile the students stayed in dorm rooms that were furnished like dorm rooms. Some one asked me to go to one room and bring back a food processor for one of the esteemed leaders. So I brought it to her and she tells me in this condesending matter that I hadn't brought her all the parts. Sorry I didn't know all the parts of a food processor! Maybe I was too POOR from jumping all over the country doing menial jobs to ever AFFORD a food processor, unlike her who lived in nice homes off of TWI's abundance. When I look back on this, I see so clearly that there was such a blantant heirarchy in TWI. And we just happily went along with it - until we woke up! Oh yeah, not to mention the time we had to clean a limb leaders' house in MS. I was up on the roof sweeping off pine needles and there was a wasp nest, and I got attacked and stung. Man, those wasp stings hurt, too! I remember I could see into the BL's bedroom and there was a pair of panties on the floor! I was shocked! The perfect BL's wife who was so spiritual left a pair of panties on the floor??

The commercials for the lottery in CA used to say "And it helps our schools." Now they never say that anymore and there is nothing to indicate that the schools get anything from the lottery, even though that was one of the original incentives to get people to vote it in. Personally, I don't buy lottery tickets much. I think it's mostly a rip-off. People say, "Well, SOMEBODY will win and it could be me." But, like the odds meNtioned above, that is very very very unlikely. I think a lot of it is magical thinking on the parts of people. "I just KNOW that it will be ME that will win. I just FEEL it." Not that I hold it against anybody if they want to buy a lottery ticket. At work, a few times I went in on a group thing. One time, as a group, we won a whole $1. The guy who organized the ticket buy gave it to me. So I guess I can say I've won in the lottery. yuck yuck yuck

You should have bought one with all that negative believing working for you!!

One day we got a call from Mot that Howard Allen said everyone HAD TO get a PFAL class together. It was ORDERS. I went into panic mode. I went down to some bayou and sat there and prayed to God to help me. Angie and I witnessed to people and some came to twig but we couldn’t get them to sign up. It was such a friggin struggle. And then there was this thing I had to do that Mot told all the interim WOWs and me to draw up. It was some sort of planning thing with boxes where you had to project how many grads you were going to get, how many WOWs you were going to send out and stuff like that. It was set up like some business planning thing. I knew deep in my heart that it was stupid and putting things on paper wasn’t going to do anything, so I avoided doing it like the plague, resulting in the inevitable reproof from Mot for my inaction. I was always feeling shame and fear about my inability to “move the word” enough. It was this pervasive cloud that hovered over me constantly. I felt so depressed and oppressed and guilty for feeling that way because I was supposed to be DYNAMIC. I was CORPS!!! And now I was a spiritual dud. I mean, I was supposed to go into this sleepy little town like gangbusters and just turn that place upside down, right? And all my myself too! Because I was CORPS!!!! Angie and I moved out of the trailor to a one bedroom apartment. The landlord at the trailor was a real a-hole and there were too many bills, we thought. (water,gas,electric) An apartment would just be electric. Shortly after that, Angie left to go back to her hometown. Of course, that was technically not keeping her WOW Vet “commitment” to be in Greenville but now I can’t blame her one bit. So I stayed on alone in the apartment with my job at Sambo’s and my beat up VW. My neighbors reported me to the landlord for owning a cat, which was totally bogus. And then they complained that “too many people” were parking out front that were visiting me. That was bogus as well since the only person coming to twig was a young black woman named Emma. I was under a lot of pressure to produce “fruit.” I had to write a weekly letter to Mot reporting on my progress or whatever the heck it was he wanted out of me. I dreaded having to write that thing. At the end of the year he returned our letters and I still have them filed away. I don’t think I could stand to look at them now. We never did run a class. I went on a diet and dropped a lot of the weight I’d gained my last year in residence. One night I went out to a bar to “witness” and bummed a cigarette off the guy sitting next to me. What ensued after that was a little love affair. His name was Buster, a big guy. He was really intelligent and we had this connection and I just fell in love with him. Of course that was a BAD BAD thing since he was not in our special cult and it was “fellowshipping with darkness.” One night I was laying there on his bed and we were just making out and I felt sooo happy and sooo good and sooo guilty for feeling so good. How totally screwed up! Well, the year ended and Mot had suggested that I move to Jackson as my next year’s assignmet, where they, the branch/limb leaders lived. So I took him up on that. Nobody else wanted me anywhere. Mot wanted me to leave Greenville since I had been such an abysmal failure there at “moving the Word” I guess. Actually, Mississippi was a pretty hard place to “move the Word.” People are just set in their ways and not interested in Yankees that think they have something to tell them they don’t know. So anyway I was feeling all guilty about being in love with Buster and at the last minute I really didn’t want to leave Greenville but I had to. I tried to tell Mot that I’d rather stay there but he said I had to come to Jackson. Just before I had to leave, people were popping up that seemed interested in the class. Even Buster said he’d take the class. But Mot said that was all from the Adversary. Emma went WOW. I gave her some of the money she needed in order for her to go. Mot was all mad because at one point it looked like Emma wasn’t going to go and that was my fault and responsibility. What a great tragedy for some one NOT to go WOW! Well, Emma did go WOW, with my help and left her two-year old daughter with her mother. I hadn’t been a mother yet and just didn’t get much about parenting so I didn’t see that as a big deal. I looked around the apartment and felt so totally unmotivated about packing up everything and getting ready to move AGAIN. Somehow I mustered up the strength and packed up my stuff. I had a lease that I wasn’t supposed to break but I left more furniture in the place than what had been there when I moved in, and I just left town with no forwarding address. My VW had broken down and I begged my Dad for money to get it fixed. I packed everything I owned into it, took it to the car guys in town I’d gone to before and left it there for them to work on, with all my stuff stored in it. I took a bus to Jackson. I planned to go back to Greenville later to get my car. Then to Corps Week and ROA. I was still pining for Buster. In fact, I would still be pining for Buster all the next year during my “assignment” in Jackson.

Thanks ex and vickles.

A 900 page novel that was just great. I was sorry it ended. About the lives of two identical twin brothers, one who is schizophrenic. The story is written in first person by the other one who is always trying to keep it together for the both of them. Not a story line that would attract me particularly but my daughter read the book and loved it and passed it on to me. By Wally Lamb, who also wrote "She's Come Undone." He's a really good writer.

Where the Heart Is Sally Field Mrs. Doubtfire

"Spiritual Pressure" is what the rest of the human race calls "life." If you're in TWI, it's all from the ADVERSARY and it's all happening to YOU because of your STAND for GOD. If you become a regular human being it's sh1t that happens.

From the website: "This forum is not a debating platform. This is not a place to engage in political, philosophical, or religious debates. There are other places on the Internet for those activities. Users who introduce debates or negative discussions will have their posts edited, deleted and perhaps even access to the message boards denied. Users who wish to discuss their questions and concerns about the Word of God or The Way ministry may contact their local ministry coordinator or email the site webmaster." That doesn't sound like much fun at ALL.

That was a great poem! What was that song? PFAL..... There's something just for youuuuuuuuu It something something and how to walk right throoooooooough. (sung to this really mundane lifeless "melody") arrgh!

Play It Again, Sam ???? Is it that scene with Woody Allen and Diane Keaton and the lobster?

Good. Here's a post! And thanks Paw for everything!

1973 -1988. From age 24 to 38, my young adulthood, the years most people are establishing a foundation for their lives. I spent my youth being ordered around by a cult.