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well, I think it makes the moderators job easier. When the posts stray into the relm of vulgarity, it's pretty clear cut. I can take a few insults.. a lot of them, I'd agree with anyway.. vulgarity won't nulify an honest observation..

Or, maybe it was just a mock of bumbling, and a voice of offense. Or, was it an offensive mock, and a .. or maybe.. honestly though, I ususally chalk it up to a lack of education. Kinda like loy's rants.. if you can't get through to "them".. just swear like there's no tomorrow. But it does go to show.. the "get over it" crowd often has a thinner skin than a lot of others here.. looks like they bleed just like the rest of us.. welcome to humanity..

I wonder how much she was speaking from personal experience.

I missed the loyster's version of the sex class.. amazing though, how people who's definition of proper arrangement and deliberate decision is "I'll let you do whatever you want if you let me do whatever I want.." were sought out for their "wise counsel". I wonder what they thought when they looked in the mirror. Maybe they covered them all with black paint or something..

yeah.. bad enough when one does it to one's self. But about the sharpest pick I've seen is an authoritarian goad which casually disregards real hurt with "aww, it wasn't so bad.. ya oughta get over it.. quit being so negative, you can't wallow in pity your whole life.." easy for someone else to say. kinda like shots in the old days, with dull needles. "aw, don't be a baby, it's no worse than a bee sting.." the one who said it wasn't the one who was receiving about the twentieth poison ivy shot.. but there were a few rules. I would get a shot, providing they could actually catch me.. I didn't really appreciate bee stings either.. A lot of people ended up with a lot worse than a bee sting from der vey.

Maybe it's not such a bad place. For most people, it seems to be a little slice of "heaven". For ex-leadership types who think that they still rule the world.. maybe they think it's the other place..

I wonder if any modern churches offer a "bring your pet" Sunday.. Maybe it's asking too much. Probably be mayhem..

Cinder.. I have this imagination that would only be considered a curse by a normal sane human being.. you don't want to take me to "baby showers".. in fact, a prudent person wouldn't want to even bring the subject up, providing I was in hearing distance.. nor would one want to describe torrential rains in my presence as "raining cats and dogs".. give me a graphic kind of wayside saying, and I'll run with it.. In some ways.. I hope I never grow old.. but as bad as I am at times, I really have learned to use at least a little bit of discretion..

I wonder.. do these guys think they have all the time in the world.. they have a lot less time than they could possibly imagine. Such a small amount of time.. to set things right.. to really "get it right" this time around..

ah yes.. two "kits".. I love them dearly. I've had cake too. But one cannot have their cake, and eat it too.. I've even had cake that would bounce back off of the wall opposite of the stove, as well..

How I missed this wonderful thread eludes me.. ya know.. before throwing the Baby and the Spaghetti out.. maybe gently toss the baby against the wall opposite of the stove. If it sticks, it isn't done. If it doesn't stick, most assuredly it will bounce back.. works for cakes, too.

I have a theory.. you can't really put light in a bottle and sell it. I think it may be light, but I think it turns into snake oil the moment the greasy price tag is attached.

If you haven't figured it out, I'm not trashing all that is spiritual. It's just.. all the years in the ministry, there wasn't really a lot going on. That which DID occur was so "manufactured", so exaggerated.. people foiling debils by getting the front parking spot at K Mart.. people foiling debils because of what did NOT happen to them in their "walk".. or "leadership" "taking on" the spirit relm. Must be working, look what crap "the devil" is giving them.. I've seen God at work more after LEAVING the "one true household" more than all the years I was in that pile of an organization.. and it has not been on MY terms..

The second greatest "miracle".. not even once.. not once did some over zealous bozo accuse her of being "possessed" as per old doc vic's claim. One guy came close. Started straying into the old religion. He hadn't said it yet.. I looked at him.. and silently said in my mind "youda better choose your words carefully sucker, they may be your last.." I think he could read my mind..

maybe the biggest "miracle" of all.. even after the years of drilling to learn how to dissect this kinda stuff.. trying to find where I was somehow lacking in "believing", where I "missed it".. not once did I even consider the thought that all this was the consequences for my own personal sin or weakness.. or blame myself, my daughter, my then spouse.. not a single time.. somehow, I just knew that she would survive.

"They" probably would have had some kind of "ceremony".. "cast out da spirit.." yeah.. that woulda fixed the problem.. then a lengthy analysis to figure out "my" weakness, how I could have "allowed" some such thing to occur.. shoot.. I'd a been labeled as being possessed by legion or something..

my daughter was healed of cancer as well. And it is a bad, nasty one.. a "kid killer". We saw several other kids perish.. it seeds itself all over the body, and targets the lungs primarily.. This was about two years after we were out of the ministry. The healing involved doctors, neighbors, the school, one teacher and spouse, churches, practically, the whole community. If we were still in, doubtless she would not have survived.. Any of these individuals who offered help, assistance and prayer would have been labeled as "contaminated" by the then and now "leadership" of the "ministry". "whatsa matta with YOU? Can't ya find SOMEBODY in da HOUSEHOLD to do the job?" I saw them do that to others when I was in.. When people offered to pray, I didn't give them a questionaire to find out which God it was they'd be praying to..

I wonder if some things happened in spite of der vey.. if as an organization, they "had it" at one time.. I think once it turned into an advertisement for da class or for the organization, it didn't last. "see the once blind man? For $100.00 and a coupla weeks of your time WE can teach you how to do it too.." I can see God sit back.. "I'm not endorsing THIS crap anymore.."

well.. if it happened for you, wonderful. I mean it sincerely. But me, personally- twenty some years.. and I didn't see a single thing.. at least that personal, or documentable.

Yep.. and second to their rabid devotion of the discerning of spirits "craft" was a rabid devotion to the manifestation of healing. how many "healings" did people actually witness? Bonafide, genuine.. documentable..? There have been a few "sitings" here among some of us.. and at least one person here I know of claims to have received it.. I've prayed for people.. and they've "felt better".. but other than that, I haven't seen a single, documentable, factual healing in over twenty years involvement.. I think "bonafide" spirit sitings were about as rare. But discerning of spirits, as practiced by der vey and even some offshoots is in reality a better scam. A person doesn't exactly have to PRODUCE anything.. no REAL documentable physical manifestation of ANYTHING.

I dunno.. What is the genuine.. maybe it is to make a difference.. and then just prove yourself to be the same as anybody else. Just move on.. no fame, no glory. It's not really about "you" anyway.. well, maybe one half of one percent.. Fundamentally, I don't think any of us are really any different than anyone else. lately I despise claims of superiority.. even my own..

Makes you wonder. It is rumored at least one white grape wine squirrel cult sprang from that site..

Yeah.. Have to start charging folks to kiss my ring though. They're wearing all the gold off..

The Squirrel too..

That's what we need! A Prophetic "certification" program! Hmm. I think they used to have them in the old days, before a lot of public funding ran out. You know.. a couple of 270 pound "nurses" named Bubba, a team of psychiatrists and loads of Thorazine..