waysider

Oh, to be a fly on the wall, eh?

When you think about it, T.I.P. is a bit like AI. I mean, unless you put some "yea, verily", and "thus saith the Lord" into the data base to start with, it's not gonna just randomly generate itself. I don't know if that's off topic or just some silly stuff bouncing around in my head.

Can AI Speak in Tongues? (hypothetically speaking)

This is where we lived. (duplex townhomes) We rented eight of them. Each unit typically housed 6 single men or women or 2 married couples .The first one I was assigned to housed a married couple and 4 single men. There was also one that housed a married couple with 5 kids. Every morning, all 50 of us met in one of the basements at 6AM for manifestations and announcements, followed by a run down the road "to the big tree and back" before breakfast in the individual houses. It was pretty hectic getting everyone one off to work on time after that. It's about a 1/2 hr. drive from Limb HQ.

What now remains of the Wayside Truckstop that kept us supplied with the bread of life... coffee and cigarettes.

Fifty years ago, it was a little, 2-lane country road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that remotely resembled "lush" is the now dilapidated, former Ohio Limb HQ.

Building on the left was the BRC/ Building on the right was the limb leader's residence. Yep. This is what remains of that noble effort that consumed the FellowLaborers' lives, 50 years ago. Sad

Yeah. This. It sits there like a duck.

The Hiding Place...Corrie Ten Boom

I think she might have approved of a musical tribute.

I have no other details. I'm not sure if her daughter would want any information made public.

Sad news to share. The poster known as BOWTWI has passed away. I never knew her outside of GSC, but she was an inspiration to me and she will be missed.

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My guess would be they were looking for something that could be used against you, thus increasing their control over you.

Yes. In FellowLaborers, we were subjected to room checks, which included clandestinely going through your personal belongings, even your underwear drawer. (While you were away on some other assignment.) Well, it was long before the internet and what we now think of when thinking about invasion of privacy, but that's what it was, plain and simple.

Or maybe this performance: