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I took the A.C. about a year after I finished the foundational class. I had already started to become a bit disenchanted with the lack of academic substance in the various "classes". I was told this was because these classes were tailored to appeal to a wide variety of backgrounds and abilities. The A.C., on the other hand (or so I was told), didn't pull any punches. That, they told me, was the reason the requirements were so strict. So, there was a lot of anxious anticipation on my part to finally be part of something that was focused on putting these classes into action.

There was a tremendous amount of hype surrounding the Advanced Class. What were your expectations going in? What was your biggest let down, after finishing it? (By "after finishing it", I mean immediately after completing it.)

"laying on of hooves" SNORT!!

And, it was all supposed to be done by revelation. (word of knowledge/word of wisdom/discerning of spirits) First, you were supposed to ask God if it was O.K. to minister or if you should just pray. Then, you were supposed to ask God if it was O.K. to lay hands on them. (in case there were devil spirits present) Then, the Christ in you (His eyes behind your eyes/His ears behind your ears/etc.) was supposed to divulge to you, via your five senses, what the problem was and whether to minister to it. So, automatically, it set you up as being a person who operated revelation (a much heralded skill in WayWorld) I'm here to tell you, a whole lot of people got cured of maladies they never had in the first place. And, there was always the blanket bailout there as a default of sorts...."Father, I just thank you that the whole body functions perfectly, as it should, each part in unison with the others."....or some such cop-out.

Pack up your babies and grab your old lady and everyone goes 'cause everyone knows Brother Love's shows. CLICK

Yep

One time this guy ministered to me and cast out gall stones. I told him I didn't have gall stones. He said, "Of course not, I just cast them out."

You want organic? Here ya go. HERE

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?

Karn Evil 9 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwTAXVcK1JA

What if you woke up one morning and realized everything you believed was really just the ramblings of a drunken old sex addict? edit: Dats riiiggghhht!

I think that's part of why people still try to hold fast to the Wierwillian doctrines. They've staked everything on Wierwille being right. The concept of VP being wrong is just too scary for them.

Remember that? People would come up to you and ask you to "minister" (healing) to them. You were supposed to ask God if it was O.K. to lay hands on them 'cause if they had a devil spirit, if could jump out of them and smack you upside the head, between the eyes or something. I guess God must have been kinda stingy with that particular kind of revelation, as I never saw laying on of hands denied. I used to hate when somebody would ask me to minster to them right there in the middle of a crowded mall or something. People walking by, looking at you like you were a nutcase, sitting there, carrying on about making somebody's bouts with uncontrolled flatulence subside, "in the name of Christ Jesus". Any personal stories?

To each his own Said Farmer Jones As he kissed old Bossy the cow.

No, I don't think you are wrong. Like Popeye said, "I yam what I yam."

Page 5 "By the end of Acts, the First Century Church had spread throughout a vast area reaching into most of the then known , civilized world. By this time, the revelation of Ephesians, Philippians and Colossians had been given. Operating within a set-up of Root, Trunks, Limbs, Branches and Twigs, the early church flourished." This is, at best, a "weak analogy".

Page 4 is titled Structure Of The Early Church Like a tree-divided up geographically-logical, convenient. Cutting to the chase....it then proceeds to try to prove that a defined hierarchy of limbs, branches, twigs, etc. existed in the early church. Careful reading of the ensuing examples demonstrates that these pockets were, more or less, autonomous but intertwined, with some being much more active than others. It hardly proves that anything resembling The Way Tree was in operation.

The Way Tree.....page 1. Each twig is self-supporting, self-propagating,,and self-governing in cooperation with its respective Branch as each Branch is to its respective Limb, as each Limb is to its respective Trunk, as each Trunk is to the Root of The Way. If you consider what this is saying, it may occur to you that this actually says the opposite of what many of us thought it said. This is saying that autonomy does NOT exist at the Twig level or any of the other defined levels. Rather, it sets in place a defined hierarchy of power and authority. I don't believe that sort of hierarchy is Biblical in origin. If it is, I'd like to see some scriptural examples. It reminds me of those voting issues you encounter on election day where voting "yes" really means "no".

"I sometimes go over videos of VPW just for the silliness." I dunno. When I watch that stuff, I feel a little embarrassed, to be honest. Imagine watching a video that shows you losing your wallet to a pick-pocket. That kind of feeling. "Sometimes I may put something down that others may or may not know. Am I the only one?" I'm not sure what you mean by this. When you say "put something down", do you mean denigrate it or do you mean list it? Not that it matters either way to me, I just wanted to understand more fully what you are saying.

Nah. I heard that one on The Writer's Almanac (public radio) the other day and thought it was too good to keep to myself.

Delusion numero uno: Thinking that we knew that we knew that we knew.

Where's that administrations stuff when you really need it?

Recipe for a Salad by Sydney Smith To make this condiment, your poet begs The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs; Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen-sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give; Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl, And, half-suspected, animate the whole. Of mordant mustard add a single spoon, Distrust the condiment that bites so soon; But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault, To add a double quantity of salt. And, lastly, o'er the flavored compound toss A magic soup-spoon of anchovy sauce. Oh, green and glorious! Oh, herbaceous treat! 'T would tempt the dying anchorite to eat; Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl! Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate can not harm me, I have dined to-day! "Recipe for a Salad" by Sydney Smith. Public domain SOURCE

And, this stuff came from a guy who (documented in The Way: Living in Love) was known to hide in the woods so he could shirk his childhood chores.