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I was born in 1980, but did not speak at all until around Halloween of 1987. By that time my father was out of the Way Ministry, and I have no memories of my life before the spring of 1987. So in this regard I had no involvement with the way. From my earliest memories I was put to live with nuns at one place or another. First in County Clare, at the Kilrush House, where I had been sent because I was "a millstone" around my mother's neck. From the time that I was seven, until the time that I was eleven, My mother taught me over twenty languages. She took me with her everywhere she went all over the world, because I had suddenly become "useful" to her. She was a Linguist with a job as an Archaeologist. In 1992, at Christmas, My dad decided to take an interest in me. He was quite gifted and was home from working a year in Antarctica. He insisted that I stay with him when Mom had to travel. Under his guidance I received a GED within a year. I also got into all his stuff, which included the PFAL Class Tapes. He had been "stuck with them" when the Way Ministry in area he was living in had "basically disintegrated" in the 80's, leaving no standing believers (even the branch leader had 'QUIT' the Way). Dad had stored all his Way Ministry Books, the Class Tapes and his Bible research Books - There were a ton of them! I was a constant source of questions to my father. Over time I learned about the Way and how he was involved. I had learned from my brother Joshua (who remembers twigs in our house when he was little - Josh is a real PFAL grad), how to pace questions to Dad so he wouldn't tire of me. When My dad got fired or quit his job as a Physicist in Nevada He ended up working for the United States Foreign Service as an aide to Ambassador Roy and I moved to Beijing for a year. I gave Ambassador Roy fits, although he referred to me as an obnoxious elf, he got me Bible stuff I asked for all the time. He was a Graduate from Princeton. and his kindness made me think that's where I would go to college one day. I listened to the Class Foundational and Intermediate over 20 times anyways on the Beta machine I had to scrounge up, VHS having taken over the market. After a year there, I was sent back to Adare Ireland where Mom made an arrangement for me to be boarded at the Catholic Secondary school in Limerick. Loaded up now with a headful of Way Ministry Doctrine, I became the bane of the Sisters existence at Laurel Hill. I would live there until 1997. We had some great discussions. The nuns had no idea where my Weirwillism's were coming from. I was quite amused. They were so happy to see me leave their gentle-loving care. Later in 1999 I tried to contact a twig fellowship in Florida. I was told that my dad was on the BAD list (words to that effect) and that I was not welcome at the Way. The Fellowship leader had called his higher-ups and they gave him the riot act to dismiss me - sins of the father, I suppose. He even told me that he thought their decision was wrong. I remember saying to him with a grin "I was only following Orders!" I never went back there.

Okay,... I understand having "1908" yelled at me by fans of other clubs. Been there, done that. I can understand the jealousy. IN SPITE of 101 years of not getting it done, we spend far more money, take over other teams parks when we play away games, and really do get national media attention more in line with what the Red Sox and Yankees get. Not to mention, we tout our historic park (which, lets face it, isn’t for everyone), have a game-day environment that any other team would be jealous of, and have any number of traditions and historical figures that are easily made comedic – anything from the grating “Go Cubs Go” to the stereotypical “Bleacher Bums” to the insistence that the 7th Inning Stretch is a CUBS song first and foremost. And we don’t do ourselves any favors, what with hiring priests to put holy water in our dugouts and pouring beer on opposing teams outfielders. I’m sure other fans are just as jealous of the Yanks and Red Sox as well, but how do you taunt such success? The Cubs are everything that is annoying about those big spending, big market teams, without any of the rings to back it up. Between the teams history on the field, the clubs successes in areas off the field, and the attention its all brought, the disdain is to be expected i think. Damn I'm proud, let me wipe away my tears now....

I planted a Marigold I'm feeling much plantiness today - >>>does the Snoopy happy dance<<<

Nice sum-up Geisha, and hello. Yeah I think Steve does get into the "mental gymnastics" a bit for a question with such an obvious answer. Yes you can be a babe in the word or one able to receive strong meat. But the thing is, either way, Jesus is more important than the Way made him out to be And when you read that section of Romans, Steve, it doesn't matter (the perfect translation). It doesn't matter if you're new or old to the word. God builds you up here. He tells you YOU ARE SOMEBODY and you can be HIS kid,.... all because of Jesus, and like geisha said, it's not about you/us, but Jesus. I think it's great! So what am I not getting?

David Bowie

Just checking in to let you know I am a Cubs fan, I have always been a Cubs fan I will always be a Cubs fan. It's just like that,... Yanno? So don't never go starting nothing with me about how many World Series MY team has won Oh and I hate the White Sox and uhm,..... traditionally, the Mets,... ...but seriously, the Cubs usually do pretty good till the All-Star break ...then they fall apart... ...Yanno? I sure do.

"Nothing is infinitesimally small. People are just infinitesimally small minded." I'm with Professor Hawkings on this one. They won't find the Higgs Bosun, rather several related particles to the ones we already know. Wait till The Scientific community gets a load of the fact that all matter has "instructions". That's how it all knows how and what to be. I expect private debates over this. This comes from someone that has spent the last week firing lasers into rare gasses

I can see how The Way International bled and bred their people, setting up a system of classes that would acredit "status". My dad had a box of nametags. I've seen it said that those (IN TWI) used those name tags (or what they supposedly represented) as tokens of their meathood or obvious babehood,... ...As though someone who had only taken the Foundational Class could ONLY be a Babe. Now in the hierarchy of Daimon and diamonion this is how this works,... is it not? Oh and that explains my bred comment, now as to the bled comment - they bled green a charge for each class, each nametag. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Additionally,... when those who were in the old Weirwille Administration were largely purged, you had to re-prove your meathood by being bled green again --- new classes meant those olde nametags were now useless. The "Spiritually Advanced" who whished to remain in "in play" at the Way, - had to start from the foundational class while some meathead kept track. Hey Brother/Sister,... Have you taken the Whole WAP series yet? Nossir, how much is it? Where/when can I please sign up? After all I need to be not only a "spiritual" thoroughbred ... but a "current" one as well. Lest I be assumed to be a babe,....

Yeah,...

The Heart is sort of like the individual's "FILTER", through which we allow our opinion and conscience to be our guides? Heb 4:12 For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Well that two edged sword verse,... ...the phrase first shows up historically in 1526 as William Tyndale translated the New Testament epistles, specifically Hebrews 4: 12 where the sharpness of the blade is being emphasised. A hundred years later Robert Boyle [1627-1691] was born, and in [1661] stated in his Some Considerations Touching the Style of Holy Scriptures, that "two-edg'd Weapons" ... "are as well applicable to the service of Falsehood, as of Truth." Since that time we've been taught the latter meaning - cuts both ways. Funny how words/phrases change. So our deceitful heart has thoughts and intents,... and it can Burn... Luke 24:32 And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures? For all of us, there was that time. That burnring is a joyful thing usually only associated with Family or the love of someone close. Like those men on the road to Emmaus, excitedly recounting how they had felt while Jesus Christ shared with them. That's the point of good exegesis or eisegesis to make the word real and alive for the hearer. But watch out for that heart,... it IS deceitful above all things! Guard your heart!

The Family Tables: A Website for the Household of the Way Is this the one you were talking about Ham? It seems inactive.

hmmmmmm...... Facebook... Pengiun,... That group you mentioned with over 1200 members only has about 20 posts from fifteen people for the whole month. There are several smaller "Way" Facebook Groups found That largest one (that Penguin mentioned) Followers of The Way - We Love God and His Word started on July 12 2006 and the entire volume of their board (from 2006 to present) is about the same as a good weekend on GreaseSpot Cafe This next one is a closed group for kids (Children) GLOBAL YOUTH FELLOWSHIP FOR FOLLOWERS OF THE WAY INTERNATIONAL Next - A closed Group - I'll assume Ball State Uni. The Way Campus Ministries (bsu Chapter) The groups below seem to be private ventures Not many people post here,... 72 members, but only 10 posts since 2007 by 8 people the way believer's group This one seems to have "ended" (maybe not) high school & college aged kids I want to know what goes on at The Way More or less a one man show 29 posts - most of which are between Haloween & Thanksgiving (last year) The Kids of The Way The Way International (past and present) Former Members of The Way International

The Sneetches, by Dr. Seuss Now, the Star-Bell Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars. Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small. You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all. But, because they had stars, all the Star-Belly Sneetches Would brag, “We’re the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches.” With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they’d snort “We’ll have nothing to do with the Plain-Belly sort!” And, whenever they met some, when they were out walking, They’d hike right on past them without even talking. When the Star-Belly children went out to play ball, Could a Plain Belly get in the game? Not at all. You only could play if your bellies had stars And the Plain-Belly children had none upon thars. When the Star Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts, They never invited the Plain-Belly Sneetches They left them out cold, in the dark of the beaches. They kept them away. Never let them come near. And that’s how they treated them year after year. Then ONE day, it seems while the Plain-Belly Sneetches Were moping and doping alone on the beaches, Just sitting there wishing their bellies had stars, A stranger zipped up in the strangest of cars! “My friends”, he announced in a voice clear and clean, “My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean. And I’ve heard of Your troubles. I’ve heard you’re unhappy. But I can fix that, I’m the Fix-It-Up Chappie. I’ve come here to help you. I have what you need. And my prices are low. And I work with great speed. And my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed!” Then, quickly, Sylvester McMonkey McBean Put together a very peculiar machine. And he said, “You want stars like a Star-Belly Sneetch? My friends, you can have them for three dollars each!” “Just pay me your money and hop right aboard!” So they clambered inside. Then the big machine roared. And it klonked. And it bonked. And it jerked. And it berked. And it bopped them about. But the thing really worked! When the Plain-Belly Sneetches popped out, they had stars! They actually did. They had stars upon thars! Then they yelled at the ones who had stars at the start, “We’re still the best Sneetches and they are the worst. But now, how in the world will we know”, they all frowned, “If which kind is what, or the other way round?” Then up came McBean with a very sly wink. And he said, “Things are not quite as bad as you think. So you don’t know who’s who. That is perfectly true. But come with me, friends. Do you know what I’ll do? I’ll make you, again, the best Sneetches on the beaches. And all it will cost you is ten dollars eaches.” “Belly stars are no longer in style”, said McBean. “What you need is a trip through my Star-Off Machine. This wondrous contraption will take OFF your stars so you won’t look like Sneetches that have them on thars.” And that handy machine working very precisely Removed all the stars from their tummies quite nicely. Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about. And they opened their beaks and they let out a shout, “We know who is who! Now there Isn’t a doubt. The best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without!” Then, of course, those with stars got all frightfully mad. To be wearing a star was frightfully bad. Then, of course, old Sylvester McMonkey McBean invited THEM into his Star-Off Machine. Then, of course from THEN on, as you probably guess, Things really got into a horrible mess. All the rest of that day, on those wild screaming beaches, The Fix-It-Up Chappie kept fixing up Sneetches. Off again! On again! In again! Out again! Through the machines they raced round and about again, Changing their stars every minute or two. They kept paying money. They kept running through until the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew Whether this one was that one or that one was this one. Or which one Was what one or what one was who. Then, when every last cent of their money was spent, The Fix-It-Up Chappie packed up. And he went. And he laughed as he drove In his car up the beach, “They never will learn. No. You can’t Teach a Sneetch!” But McBean was quite wrong. I’m quite happy to say. That the Sneetches got really quite smart on that day. The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches. And no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches. That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars and whether They had one, or not, upon thars.

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Don't shoot me! .....I thought it was funny... :)

Yeppers! Your GO bulwinkl ....!

Okay, okay, ok,.... I fell for it!

Mom didn't know what to do with me. She had her career and I was a high-maintenance kid. My oldest sibs already lived on their own. My oldest Brother was born when Dad was only 14 and his mom wasn't my mom, and I was the youngest of seven. I remember the boarding house vaguely. It was a Catholic place. I had a room in the basement, but it had a window High up, that you could see out of if you stood on a chair. Lots of days went by. Lots of nights. I remember one of the sisters saying I was promising. I liked her. She never knew it, but she taught me how to talk and how to read. Sister Idunno (I don't remember her name, just her) read me Green eggs and Ham by Doctor Seuss. She would point to the pictures of Sam I Am and point to each word. The first time she did this I just didn't get it. I didn't understand her words. I didn't understand the book. But I did understand that she was nice to me. Life went along that way for a while. Sister Idunno kept reading me Green Eggs and Ham most every day. On days that she didn't show I refused to eat. I was being a terrible disappointment to Sister Idunno, Until the day she came late at night with the bottle, It was sort of like a coffee can, a round cyllindrical glass jar with a metal screw-on top. I had brought my cup to the kitchen on the ground floor where Sister Idonlike filled it (if I was hungry I would go and sit by the food cabinets or the fridge and one of the sisters would get me food). Well Sister Idunno was all excited and happy (she scared me then) But in that sizable bottle was a bunch of fireflies. I was amazed by them, and this is the first really clear memory I have in my life. I was six going on seven. I'm not sure of dates here.I wasn't doing calenders, but I made a real dumb sound, the first one I had ever made and Sister Idunno spooked, hearing a sound come out of my mouth (I know now there was speculation that I was a deaf mute, back then). She dropped the jar and they stared at me. I immediately ran away and hid in my room, slamming the door shut on the world behind me. more later

The name of this song appears so many times in this song But here's a hint. This song is why I knew the last one. And here's a whole section of it that doesn't have the Title in it: Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about twenty So c'mon and bring your jukebox money.

Well Understanding, Meat and Milk, and also the heart. God knows that all of us wish to be in good with Him. Even an unbeliever, given irrefutable proof of God, would wish to be. But the people that were Way Corps, according to what I heard, were never "open" to honest reproof form people who were beneath them on the TWI foodchain. They were virtually immune to criticism from lesser beings, and only a foolish babelet would set himself to offer any to those gods-that-walked-amongst-men (some Corps). This is something my Dad and a friend of his told me once Yet they knew,... God is no respecter of persons,... that he looks on the heart,... and that the youngest child was just as important to God as the most mature. If you come from a big family you can see the parallels here. Dad/Mom loves every one of their kids, and even though some are older, the youngest and least experienced are also just as treasured. Offend them, and you'll have to deal with a parent who's not likely to see your point of view as valid. Interestingly, in at least one of the verses dealing with this milk and meat stuff,... This concept is mentioned. Walk in love towards the Babes, ye meat-eaters. And that prayer I gave at the end - a couple of posts back,... I'm quoting what Jesus said to God - He is the ultimate Big Brother, makin' sure not to step on the lil'uns. NOW,...................... That's HEART! That's Understanding, That's Love!

False Alarm there Steve Lortz! I was never an A-Ganger I was never on Submarines, I was never in the Navy. My dad was. He revelled in telling his sea stories to me when I was growing up. I just know some about what life was like on Subs from him, But he told me that the "Nukes" had to stay late to shut down the reactor whenever they pulled in. while their closest non-nuclear counterparts (the A-Gangers) hit the beach. My dad has since passed away, but I'm glad to know his service would have been a plus in your eyes. He started as an A-Ganger on a sub, but volunteered to become a Navy SEAL, where he served honorably till he got out. I was in the Marines from May 2001 till June 2007. I got out as a Sergeant (E-5), even though I made Corporal (E-4) 3 times before getting out due to some little NJP's (which you guys called Captain's Mast - as I understand these things). No Good Conduct Awards for Gen-2, and they kept sending me to places where people didn't like me and shot at me,... Bosnia, Afghanistan, Iraq. ...So I kept telling them how I felt about that >snicker< and God help the poor O-ganger that thought Gen-2 was his playtoy! ...even if that did cost me a stripe once. So here's one you'll get: MANEUVERING, CONN, Make turns for 25 knots. (What would "Verbatim Compliance" tell you your answer should be? - Would Rickover be proud of you?) Hey I had MOS's for Combat Engineer and Vehicle Mechanic with the 2nd MEF (you guys had NEC's - right?), but I have a good heart, and God saw to it that I came home alive. Not all of my Corps friends (Marine Corps) can say that. Resume turns for current thread.......

http://cgi.ebay.ph/Rare-filmstrip-Dr-Wierwille-teaching-PFAL-Class/150416793983 The Bidding has closed. But I found this one funny

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