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You're a gracious man, Mr. Socks.

I often wonder why some people who "don't give a ...." seem to have so much to say.

Ya know, when I saw the title of this thread, I thought maybe it was about one of Jerry Garcia's early bands...Toke-It.

I wish VP was still around. I'd ask him how to do that burning snow trick. That would be awesome!

"I've been kind of a wise guy here, earlier, sorry, I don't mean to bend anybody out of shape." Well, it's all about "the bend". Gives it that special flavah. Ya know what I'm sayin'?

Foolhardy..... I remember being on a construction site, tapping into a sanitary sewer main. We excavated 17-18 feet down before bad weather set in. We didn't get back to the hole for another two weeks. By that time, it had snowed, thawed, snowed, thawed, blah, blah. The ground was soft and beginning to cave in. There was no shoring. Hey, who needs shoring when you've got SIT and the law of believing on your side? Besides, wouldn't God give revelation if something really bad is about to happen? Well, nothing happened....until the next day when the hole started to collapse. I did lot's of stuff like that, thinking I had some kind of magic powers surrounding me. :asdf: (Beating your head against the wall is painful but, oh, how good it feels when you finally stop.)

"....... one more point. A guy who currently runs an offshoot wrote a research paper as a member of the research department which you can find on this site. it basically is a fundamental word study on the word "adultery" throughout the Bible - not rocket science by any means. He was fired for presenting this research by Wierwille." HERE it is.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow HERE

Jeffrey Dahmer didn't eat everyone he met. Does that means he wasn't a cannibal? ............................................. You want names and specifics? You apparently ignored my suggestion to read Losing The Way. (It appears you may be a bit new to computer usage. So, what you need to do is click on the book title I colored blue.) ............................................... "...he did say that maybe VP had some sex back in the free love of the 70's before he became a minister." Wierwille became a minister in the 1940's. What does that suggest to you? ........................... BTW...This isn't a court of law. No one has to "prove" anything to you. You can simply choose not to believe. That's your prerogative.

Geeze, I thought they derived the name from a fondness for passing off solos. (They were originally called Takit Away!) :B)

Thanks, WW, I didn't know about that. (Or maybe I just forgot.)

Time for a *bump*

Well, this thread has evolved (Don't they all?) into something that would be better suited for the About The Way forum. Soooo...It may take interested parties a while to see this here and respond. In the meantime, perhaps you would care for some reading materials? HEREand HERE

Scowling.

There are people here who can answer that with a "yes". Be careful what you wish for.

Ah, come on, Thomas. Give the poor guy a break. He did, after all, invent the hook shot, play pro hoops, invent McDonald's and command God to make a snowstorm appear, just for him. And, the snow was so heavy, the sky turned pitch black.hahahahaha! Ohhhh! I almost forgot. He knew a secret way to make snow explode. How cool is that?

..................... Well, anyhow, charging for classes.... Yeah, I think it's OK to cover expenses. Oh, wait, what expenses? Let's see. Class locations were usually gratis, refreshments were paid for by the locals, labor was voluntary....

"John Race is the believer and only one that was the pilot of ambassador 1" Really?? I thought Frank Cardullo piloted the plane, as well. Whadda ya know!

Well, if this stuff hadn't been known since the first century, how can it be that all these other guys already knew it? BTW...Bullinger died in 1913....Who copied whom?

Nope. No idea who he is. Should I? BTW....The PFAL class actually started out as a class by B.G. Leonard called Gifts of The Holy Spirit. Wierwille sat through the class in Canada, came back to Ohio and started teaching it as his own. Over the years, he added materials from other authors, such as Stiles and Bullinger. Oh, but wait! Didn't Wierwille say God told him He would teach it to him like it hadn't been known since the first century? <_<

When a man administers a date rape drug to a woman, and then has sex with her, it's not adultery, it's rape. This was VP (you know he wasn't really a Dr., don't you?) Wierwille's modus operandi. (There is first hand testimony here on GSC.) Also, when a person abuses a position of authority and trust, whether it be a policeman, a teacher, a therapist or a clergyman, it's no longer "adultery", it's rape.. ................................................ "i bet "WE"(yes me to) would still be wondering whats up if VP hadnt done all the research for us." I don't think you've really been paying attention too closely. Wierwille, in fact, didn't do that "research", he plagiarized it....sometimes word-for-word...from other sources.

On a note of interest: The class materials didn't originate with Wierwille in the first place. He plagiarized them from other sources. One such example... HERE And HERE And HERE

"...yeah i know he died from cancer. others that left TWI have died from cancer , so what?" Well, being an advanced class grad, I'm sure you remember that VP taught cancer was a devil spirit. Quite a dilemma, don't you think? That would mean that, either we were followings the teachings of a man who was devil possessed (by his own definition)... or ....maybe he was wrong about that. And,if he was wrong about that, what else might he have been wrong about?

From Losing The Way: From Chapter Sixteen: Picture this. You’re on a cruise ship sailing through the Caribbean. The weather is balmy, bright afternoon sunshine, soft breeze, not too hot, not too cold. Just right. You’re on the deck sunning just as you’ve been doing every day for fifteen years. You wear a shocking pink two-piece bathing suit to offset a dark tan. Your book, a mystery, lies open face down on the floor next to a dripping pina colada. Your eyes are closed under dark sunglasses. Late in the day, clouds start to roll in. The water becomes choppy. The captain hobbles by and greets you. You do not notice his peg leg and the black patch over his right eye. He says a storm is blowing in. It would be best if you went down below. You thank him, as you have done every day for fifteen years, and you gather your things. He is such a nice captain. Only this day is different. This time, when you open your eyes, you take off your sunglasses. You look up. You notice a black flag with the white skull and cross bones flying overhead. Has this flag always been there? Where is the American flag that was there yesterday? Something is wrong. This is not the Love Boat. This is a pirate’s ship. You ask your husband, a crewmember. Do you see the flag? Do you see what I see? He aspires to become First Mate. He does not want to see it. You tell him you and he should leave. He does not want to leave. He becomes angry when you tell him what you have seen. He does not believe you. You take off his dark glasses. Tell him to look. He sees the flag. He confronts the Captain. The Captain hands him a sword. Arm yourself, my boy, says the Captain. Protect the Queen’s one true flagship. cont. This is how it happens with Alec and me. By this time we are living in Portland, Oregon where we have decided to work on our marriage and run a small fellowship, a twig. Joshua is two months old and we are living in a condo north of Portland. On this particular day, I am sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book about faith and art by Madeline L’Engle. I have started reading writers outside of The Way, not just secular authors but other Christians like L’Engle. Her book resonates with me. I want to be a writer; I want to keep the faith. She shows me how. But I know I need to come clean with Alec. After the miracle of Joshua’s birth, I must confront the cloud of hypocrisy we have been living under. The Word says “the truth will set you free.” The Doctor always taught that the “truth” referred to God’s Word. Only speaking the actual words of the Word would set us free. In other words, as long as you quote Scripture, you can tell any lie you want. It’s the Age of Grace. But today I’m doing something radical and new. Today I’m telling the truth of my own experience. Alec arrives home a little after five. He is happy. He gathers Joshua in his arms and lifts him over his head. “How is my little man today?” he says and covers him with kisses. I worry sometimes that he will be too rough with the baby but he adores this child. He would never hurt him. “Alec, we need to talk,” I say, putting down my book. “Oh, no, what is it this time? Can’t you at least wait until I take off my jacket?” “It’s important, Alec. What I have to say may change the way you look at God and the ministry forever.” He looks at me, examines my face. He can see I am serious. I am not going to criticize or accuse him of anything. This is about the ministry. This is important. He returns the baby to its basket and takes off his jacket. “So what is it?” he says. “Aren’t you going to sit down?” “I can hear you standing up. I want to know what you’re talking about.” He tosses his jacket onto the couch and it slips to the floor. Neither of us rises to pick it up. My heart is pounding and my face feels red. “The ministry isn’t what you think it is. Dr. Wierwille isn’t who you think he is.”

I seemed to have strayed from the topic of classes. Maybe THIS will bring it back to topic.