waysider

Dreamed I was an Eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero... And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty Eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show PFAL Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh Well I turned around and I said ho, ho And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow buy that gas pump snow story Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow buy that gas pump snow story Don't Eat Buy The Gas Pump Snow Story

If/Then If you are a rational, logical thinking person, then you will conclude that the whole thing was a giant scam.

Wild arse guess----John Kay?

And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be one child born in this world to carry on.

Well, I've never been to England, but, I kinda like The Beatles.

Huh! Uh!

Or don't go to twig "dead". That would be a downer for all the other twiggers. Confessing a negative and all that jazz. Just can't have it. Gotta be likeminded, ya know?

Eureka! You've stumbled onto the formula for immortality, Mr. Squirrel! Simply don't include death in your submitted schedule. Maybe that's what they meant by "planning the adversary out of your life".

Yeah, and, they, themselves, were the ones who had to do the "allowing". Die when you stop believing to live and all that sort of thing. I think about people I've lost over the years. Why, I ought to just kick their butts for "allowing" themselves to die. How selfish of them!

and, ya know----nobody could ever die in The Way unless there was some deep rooted spiritual reason. (Ignore the fact that every person who has ever walked the planet has either died or will die at some time in the future.) But, now, Wierwille---he died 'cause we broke his heart----just gave up the will to live 'cause we didn't fully appreciate how he had sacrificed his very own eye for us.

Maybe you were experiencing the same sort of thoughts that sparked the surrealism movement.

Oh, Ok. I thought maybe I had stumbled on the "insurability" problem.

Did one of the bikes look like THIS? Or THIS?

Break out the Kleenex and give a listen.

I don't hate you ClayJay. We simply have differences of opinion at times. I said your response was callous because it appeared, to me, that your sarcasm was directed at the poster, not The Way. Perhaps if you had added this: ["THEY (The Way), should also blow up and get rid of all memory of VPW because he died because "sin" killed him!"] your point would have been clearer.

She's not a girl who misses much.

Here's one that most will probably think is corny. But, WOW!, what a great rendition of a timeless tune. Peg O' My Heart

Your response was callous. (ie: insensitive, indifferent, unsympathetic)

Callous

Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

Just couldn't resist THIS.

Long story made short. The Way taught that this refers to leadership in the household (trunk leaders, limb leaders, branch leaders, twig leaders, etc.) That was one of their justifications for absolute obedience.

Back later with a new song.

Soft Parade-----The Doors