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I'm not sure how anyone can read The Passing of the Patriarch (AKA: The Poop Paper) and still believe any of this stuff was ever real. Come to think of it, I'm not sure how anyone can read The Poop Paper in its entirety....period

No More Mr. Nice Guy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QadtkT8fVw I can't wait forever, even though you want me to.

Maybe V2P2 should check out one on youtube.

Wierwille was very much aware of what was going on with the LEAD program. He knew that lives were being devastated and destroyed but, he let the program continue. This is the same guy who boasted of "reaching up in Daddy's cookie jar" and "listening to that small still voice". He was a charlatan, a quack, a con man. Still, there are people who continue to promote him as some sort of spiritual guru. Shame on them.

Maybe that's because, with each passing year, the list of cuckold husbands and dishonored fathers grew larger and larger.

In the early 1970s, there was a two or three page tutorial of sorts, sent out by HQ, that had instructions for running branch meetings and such. It was filled with priceless gems of wisdom, things like "Don't pick your seat.".hahaha! I'm not kidding. You can't make that kind of stuff up. I wish I still had a copy. I'd use it to *pick my seat*.

Long ago, on a far away planet, I played in bands and worked for theatrical companies. So, I do understand the importance of proper staging and setup. This stuff, though, was just Wackoville. It served no real purpose other than to exert control over the participants. To think it was some kind of exercise in developing "spiritual awareness" is ludicrous and delusional.

He got the context stuff from Bullinger. He either didn't understand it or ignored its meaning in favor of his own interpretation. Otherwise, he never would have taught John 10:10 out of context in session one, thus distorting its intended message.

Passed down to the next available trash hauler, in my opinion. What to eat, what to drink, what your poop is supposed to look like.... What the hell was wrong with us that we thought there was something profound in all this junk?

I see people on facebook, etc. talking about the importance of keeping alive, not just the contents of PFAL, but, the various practices we followed, such as what we ate, what we drank, what we sang, the cleanse.....whatever . Moon Pies for everyone!

Mum's the word. You secret's safe with me. (Kinda like that vow I took to never talk about "the secret initiation into the inner sanctum"....OOPS!)

I wonder why he didn't just make prearrangements with Digger O'Dell. Why, if I were a betting man......

Heh! Yeah, I know. Flat grass is not really the issue. Just trying to toss in a bit of levity. This "participation" device was a common way for them to advance the indoctrination process. It starts with a harmless request to help with refreshments at the next branch meeting. The next thing you know, it's all your fault the chairs weren't strung to absolute perfection at the next class. No problem, though, just be sure to speak in tongues more, renew your mind and set your sights on the Advanced Class. (Keep Abundantly Sharing in the meanwhile.)

Apparently, because of their rural isolation, news has not yet reached them that a new tool has been developed to address this type of situation. It's called a rake!

..how come graves had to be dug by hand? For a bunch of people who claimed to excel at rural living, they don't seem to have been too bright. It's a common procedure to lay down sheets of thick plywood and drive your backhoe across them to preserve the turf. Oh, wait, I forgot. Plywood costs money. Never mind.

Fire and Rain...JT Sugar Pie Honey Bunch, you know that I love you.

You Keep Me Hangin' On I was feelin' so bad, I asked my family Dr. just what I had.

It's on the house.

I've been hearing a lot of George Harrison lately on Deep Tracks (XM/Sirius). I don't think I ever realized before what a talented guy he was.

You are correct. Those are all lines from the same song...Some Kind of Wonderful (GFR)

I don't need a whole lots of money, I don't need no big fine car.

The Story In Your Eyes