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As Freddy Fender himself might have said..."Ay, Ay, Ay!"

VPW sent goons to the front door of a friend of mine in about 1978 or 1980. It seems he had been telling people in the local fellowships what had been going on in the larger scope of things.. They told him in no uncertain terms to stop. I was not there, so this is second hand. I have no reason to believe he would have ever make something like that up. It's not the only incident like this I have heard about from people I completely trusted to be honest with me.

Quite a few who used to post here regularly have passed on. Well, let's face it, most of us aren't exactly *spring chickens* anymore. It's all part of life, I suppose. Have some fun while you can. Fate's a fickle lady. In heaven there is no beer.

Wierwille taught, in the Advanced Class, that cancer is caused by devil spirits. So guess what his death certificate lists as the cause of death. Hint: It's not chicken pox.

Fig Pep was quite a popular dietary item in The Way in the 1970's, as a health food craze was sweeping the organization.

It all goes back to the non-existent *law of believing*. You were supposed to *believe* for things to get better. If they didn't, it was your own fault. Then, to add insult to injury, you were considered a spiritual weakling. Many people suffered trying to believe their way to health. Some even died. I personally knew one who did. They criticized him, in death, for not being strong enough to survive. It's insidious.

Allow me to answer that in the most polite way I can think of... Doing that would not be consistent with The Way's theological doctrine.

My pleasure, T-Bone. We've all chased a chestnut mare or two in our time, haven't we?

Above the hills, higher than eagles we're glidingSuspended in the skyOver the moonStraight for the sun we were ridingMy eyes were filled with lightBehind us, black wallsBelow was a bottomless canyonFloating with no soundGhosts far below Seemed to be suddenly risingExploding all around HERE

I fixed that for you.

Mike I've got a little Stowwwry for you. It's kind of a parable, I guess, except it really happened. When I was just a little whipper, I wanted to be a cowboy. Maybe you did too. Lots of kids did back then. More than anything, I wanted a Palomino pony.(That's that beautiful golden color you see in the movies.) Trouble is, that's not too realistic for a kid in the inner city. One day, as I was out front playing broomstick cowboy with the neighbor kid, I happened to look down toward the end of the block just in the nick of time to see something that was a beautiful golden color, turning the corner, moving away from us. What do you suppose it was I saw? Yep. You guessed it. It was, of all things, a Palomino pony. Just to be sure, I asked the neighbor if she had seen it too. She was sure she had. We grabbed our broomsticks and set out immediately, at a full gallop, in pursuit of that buckin' bronco. There was no time to consider where we would keep it or what we would feed it. We were on a mission. We were so excited, we didn't even notice the houses that became a blur as we flew past them. Huffing and puffing, we made it to the end of the street and turned the corner. And there it was, our Palomino pony. He was still on the run, though, and we only caught a glimpse of that magnificent yellow tail streaming in the wind as it turned the next corner at full speed. We only paused long enough to catch a quick gulp of air as we both looked at each other in a knowing fashion. We knew we had to continue the pursuit. Off we went, gasping for air and straining to run just a little bit faster in an effort to gain some distance. At last, we made it to the next corner. Again, we only caught a glimpse of that golden tail and his rear hooves as he toyed with our chase as if it were a game. The scenario repeated itself until we were back where we started and the pony we wanted so badly had vanished into thin air. If you still believe The Way can make fantasy come true you'll spend forever gasping at thin air. I hope you find your golden pony someday. Really, I do

Quote a bit has changed since the first century. We may need to factor in some delays for security checks.

So there you have it. In Mike's opinion, PFAL was not simply given by revelation, it has supplanted the Bible. It might have saved everyone a lot of needless discourse if he had originally been more straightforward with his conclusion.

A horse is roughly the same thing as a cow. They both have 4 legs each and live in a barn.

1.The Way was not and is not an academic institution. 2. Wierwille was not a professor. 3. The authors he plagiarized in producing the PFAL materials were not his grad students nor were they his assistants. But other than that,...yeah, it's exactly the same. /s

We've gone from "Dr. said." to "Uncle Harry said." What's next?..."According to Tic..."

Gee, Mike, it seems like a pretty easy request. You say you have a different way to deal with actual errors. Fine. How does it apply to something extremely basic, such as "thoroughly" and "throughly"? It doesn't seem like "that would take a lot of time and energy". Then again, I haven't seen a demonstration, so I have no way of really gauging the complexity involved..

So, pick out an apparent error (lots to choose from) and demonstrate for the curious just how easy it is... if you don't mind. --------------------------------------------------------------------- In a previous post you said: "I approach it using different techniques and attitudes than you." Now you are saying that they are: "The same techniques we were taught to use with apparent discrepancies in the ancient manuscripts" Which is it? Same or different? I'm anxious to see a demonstration.

What are these different techniques? Maybe you could select one item from THIS old thread and demonstrate how your techniques are applied.

How can something so riddled with error be wonderful?

These Biblical comparisons are an exercise in flawed logic. They are begging us to draw an unwarranted conclusion. Now, by comparing him to Paul, you're asking us to believe that he was hand picked by God to (in essence) rewrite the scriptures. Do you have any idea how ludicrous this is?

Please stop comparing VPW to Biblical icons. He was not a Biblical figure, he was a small town preacher who stumbled on a scheme to vaunt himself above reality.

It's a stylistic difference, Mike. The sentence carries the same meaning either way., much in the same way that the two words "throughly" and "thoroughly" mean the exact same thing, despite Wierwille's insistence they had different meanings.

Wierwille's Orange Book sat on the wall. Wierwile's Orange Book had a great fall. Something, something, something... SPLAT!