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I didn't go very far up the ladder. I coordinated a twig here and there.. went wow once. Some "friends" climbed up the ladder, never to be seen again.. I have had one person in the last year look me up on facebook. He did not climb far up the ladder either. Years ago before that, I had somebody in an offshoot look me up to see if I wanted to go to his church..

I'm glad you are more confident than I am.

I have even stranger theories as regards to boundaries. Nothing material in this world is worth fighting over.. you are only fighting over ownership of a momentary illusion..

Maybe in a previous life I was a monster.. and whatever retribution is involved followed me into this life..

The theory is simple. Well.. set aside what is impossible or improbable.. what is left may VERY LIKELY be the true facts.. I'm.. obnoxious. Or unbearable.. or.. not unsanitary or unwashed. I shower daily.. Maybe I snore far too much.. or make far too much noise when I open a bag of chips, or whatever.. I know my jaw is designed so as the noise of my chewing exceeds that of about 90 percent of the population.. In many ways I am socially.. undeveloped. In many ways, I can't set or demand boundaries.. I'm a frigging Hippie. Sometimes I know too much, sometimes I know too little.. There are times I can see people's minds like seeing through water.. pick up with the same conversation we left off with two and a half years previously.. there are other times, for the life of me, I simply cannot remember names. in other words, I think people in the old ministry felt FORCED to be friends, who otherwise would never choose to be. well, that is a description of the theory.

How many of them have actually looked you up within the last ten years? Even if they have been long gone from the organization? Just curious. As far as I am concerned, the count is very close to zero. I have some theories about this..

OH no. You may check out any time you want, but you can never leave. :evildenk:/> :biglaugh:/>

cmon. there is no fear here, or is there.. Ms. preskie ended up with a bag of ..... and it was good s*it. No complaints, no troubles, I hope.. it took me four days to hitch-hike to Saginaw..

One is Hawaiian sell out. Next to that is Beat the Reaper. Welcome to Side Six.

sometimes the Holy People have too much a sense of humor.. crazy as anyone else. Yes, sometimes we have something good to say..

Maybe.. to stab myself in the eye with a fork, like I have always wanted to do.. Hey.. I mean its fun. At least it can be self-entertaining.

Then there is option 4. Harry relied on the material savings from parents on the old farm to support his self-supporting business.

Hmm. Try attempting grad school when you are in your fifties.. and maybe even a second graduate degree.. from experience: the younger crowd can't figure out why you are there.

they call any publicity, a Gift from God.. yeah. any publicity is better than no publicity.. so sad. I received a gift from one of these organizations after raising sufficient hell about them here.. a shattered coffee mug with a shattered inscription. .. ordinarily given to contributors. They only shattered themselves.. If you want to send any more broken contributions, my address is still the same.

I would like to know what the "church" has to say about sowers, stiffi.. cff.. crf.. et al.. in years to come..

Maybe he has accepted his self-imposed "sentence". Of course it assumes a lot.. I think the lack of transparency is mostly a control issue.. one must admit that one, is not.. God.

Apparently the book is always open, except when it is closed.

I only (initially) volunteered for three weeks. Kind of. voluteered.. paid to volunteer. I didn't join the army..

Somehow, we need to define the bigger problem.. unfortunately, most are too blind to see it. Or its. Or whatever it or they are or is.. we have met the enemy in a very small venue. Maybe we are blessed..

Friend, I never knew some of my favorite musicians dedicated a song to the Great One..

Maybe I'm a progressive.. I'm holding out for the year he threatens lawmakers along with their villages and Burroughs with Perpetual Winter unless they figure out some way to legalize the recreational use of Cannabis in the state of Pennsylvania.

What does one do with it.. Save it. Put it in the closet.. and next year, re-gift it to another relative. Then they will be asking the same question.

Within six short days, a Legend of Greatness will emerge from his residence, and will utter a Great Message to his followers, and to the world..

why would the context of go and sin no more be relevant in terms of smoking a God made vegetable.. go on, just smoke no more pot..

I see you have the proper description properly spelled..