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Remember the fig tree that supposedly died in the wrong direction? Wierwille said that Jesus wasn't really hungry, "he just wanted a snack, like when you and I want a pack of gum." All PFAL books destined for sale in The West say "a pack of gum", while all PFAL books destined for sale in The East say "a dab of hummus." (In the southern states of the good old U.S.A., it's "a side order of cole slaw.")

And the piece de resistance--------if you ever leave, the bogey man will gitcha!

I don't remember doing that, specifically, but I do remember how we had to tear them apart and clean the drum on a routine basis or it would fail to track properly.. In the early 1980s, as this format was on the brink of obsolescence, HQ made them available to select insiders for a mere $800. And they only had playback capabilities; they did not record Also, I once made a car buying decision based on the depth of the trunk. It had to be deep enough to house the tape machine, projector, movie screen and supplies.

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The information was incorrect on one point. The class was converted to video tape in the early 1970s, not the 1980s. Oh, the stories we could tell about those wacky "u-matic" machines.

It's an old Billie Holiday tune that's been covered by scads of other artists. Here's my favorite version of it, as done by BS&T. God Bless the Child FREE POST!!

Them that's not shall lose.

It takes a certain level of "spiritual maturity" to properly poach an egg. I though everyone knew that.

"Isn't that beauuuuuutiful?"

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Them that's got shall get

TOUCH ME----The Doors

I might be ancient but the tune is ageless. It's your turn, Gen-2.

I quit "smoking" back when buckskin jackets were all the rage. I smoked one more time in about 1980. Got sicker than a dog. I think it was that stuff that was treated with paraquat. That sealed the deal for me.

I left in 1990. Just sort of drifted out to sea, unnoticed. My twig leaders, at the time, were old-timers from the very early days. They were genuinely good people, really. But, they surely must have know much more than they ever let on to. I don't mean about the sex and drinking, etc., I mean about the PooP paper. Maybe it was as shocking to them at the time as it was to me when I found out.

I'll bet there are STILL people whose world gets "rocked" when they come here and read the darn thing themselves for the very first time and contrast it to the information that is here. HERE

Yeah---that, too.

As you pointed out earlier, the conquest seems to be a key factor. A hunter can't expect to garner much success by trouncing through the woods, clanging pots and pans to announce his approach.

I do. I just wish I could explain "why?".

Well, thanks to modern technology and the presence of GSC, their "dirty laundry" is hanging on the line, out in the open, where all can see.

You know, when this thing was originally read, the reality of what The Way was really all about was still cloaked in secrecy. Trying to read this tripe after discovering what a lecherous drunk Wierwille was and what a boot-licking toady Geer was is almost surrealistic. page 5 "Dr. Wierwille was a wonderful man, a "man of God" in the truest and fullest sense. I saw him give his utmost for God's highest day after day in his life and finally in his death. And, I should know. I lived; I worked; I took care of the man and his heart for years." <_<

I agree. And, I think people who smugly proclaim, "It couldn't happen to me!" are probably sitting ducks because of their pride and vanity.

It kinda makes me wonder if, a thousand years from now, it will be seen as some kind of profoundly relevant epistle. "Thus saith Geer."

It's evil, wicked, mean and nasty-- NOTE: Not the first line of the song

I never even knew about the "poop" paper until I stumbled on GSC. I was pretty flabergasted when I read it. http://www.greasespotcafe.com/main2/waydale/waydale-miscellaneous/passing-of-the-patriarch.html