waysider

The Way insisted we deny our genuine "self" and adopt an "identity" that was TWI created, as if it were our "self"---- one that was focused on selling PFAL, Everyone was supposed to be the same. That's not real. Each and every one of us is unique in our own special way. We were encouraged to suppress that reality with the concept of likemindedness. Here we are now, decades later, exploring places that were once off-limits. Sometimes we agree. Sometimes not. But, it's tempered by a voice that speaks from a place we continue to explore as if for the very first time. And it's OK.

I got a feeling these more aptly depict what VPW had on his mind.

It was a money making scam. Period. The video cassette players (not recorders) became a fixture of the TWI A/V equipment inventory in about 1972 or 1973. That may not be an exact date, but it's close. I remember shopping for a used car in about 1973 or 1974. One of the requirements I insisted on was a trunk that was large enough to transport the video tape player (not recorder). At one point, VP made a "prediction/prophesy" <_< that someday every home in America would one day own a tape player (not recorder). Wouldn't you know it? Not long after that, he "made it available" for anyone interested, to make a special purchase of a Beta player for the mere cost of $800.00. That's a bundle of money here in 2009. Just think how exorbitant it was in 1979 or so. But, hey, you could be the first on your block, "dontcha know"? There was no "revelation" involved. He used his MOG status to promote the con. I, of course, wasn't making anywhere near the kind of money needed to get in on this "special" deal. I did know some people who got sucked in on it, though. VPW must have laughed all the way to the bank. What a huckster.

I can remember wading hip deep in the creek behind Ohio limb HQ and removing rocks. Yes, rocks. When I exited the creek, I had to stop and remove the leeches that had decided I was their buddy. What benefit, in Heaven's name, could have possibly come from that nonsense, other than the limb leader solidifying his position as "alpha dog"? What a useless exercise in futility! The whole two year program was like that.

Anyone who has ever taken music lessons knows that the rests have just as much value as the notes. Sometimes what you DON'T play is every bit as important as what you DO play. There are occasions when "less" is really "more".

Let's face it, when your from a place with a river that has a history of catching fire because of all the pollution, it's hard to be offended by this stuff. http://www.clevelandmemory.org/SpecColl/croe/accfire.html "The Cuyahoga will live in infamy as the only river that was ever declared a fire hazard." - Congressman Louis Stokes :)

'nother concept to ponder. "Self" is who you are deep down inside, at your very core, before factoring in experiential shaping. "Identity" is who your "self" has become BECAUSE of experiential shaping. (At least in part) When the two clash, the results are not always pleasant. For example, consider a person whose real "self" is that of an artist or poet but whose "identity" has been defined by years spent working in the family's plumbing business. Maybe this explains why people in the '60s were so intent on discovering their self before settling on an identity.

Just make sure your undies are all properly folded and your socks are all stored facing the same direction. You just never know when some pipe smoking lunatic will sneak in for a mid-day inspection. <_<

BINGO! WHEN I WAS YOUNG

Nope. Same era, though. My faith was so much stronger then. I believed in fellow men. And I was so much older then.

This pe-dates Springsteen.

Tommy Castro

I smoked my first cigarette at 10. And for girls, I had a bad yen. And I had quite a ball.

I have not watched this. I'm simply posting the link in reference to the initial post. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XK1pnCldKZI

Take the time to Journey to The Center of the Mind.

Here's hoping all you Mommies/Grandmommies have a wonderful day.

TWI taught that the real you was a spiritual creation that was equal to the "Christ in you". Were were nutso hippie kids---what did we know? :lol:

ROA was Farmer Vic's cash cow. He brought that calf into this world and knew exactly what it needed to stay healthy. He knew exactly how to milk it for maximum production. When Farmer Vic "bought the farm", the feeding and care directions were either lost or misunderstood. Hence, the cow succumbed to an inevitable demise.

Be it ever so squalid, there's no place like home. (So many fond memories of my childhood there.) Here's a salute to Boston from 1966. DIRTY WATER

That's an amazing piece, Mstar. The subtle piano undercurrent supplies a perfectly intriguing aspect to the whole.

Several years ago, at a previous house, I set a large container of rose hips outside and forgot about it over the winter. The following spring, I discarded the container in a fallow spot beside my garage. I didn't give it another thought until, two years later, the entire area erupted in an onslaught of Rugosa. When they were in bloom, the aroma carried for at least a hundred feet after the evening sun set. Quite a pleasant result from a forgetful gesture.

Yes. (but not for us.)

Baby Don't Do It Carina

I met my first love at 13. She was brown and I was pretty green. And I learned quite a lot.

I Know A Place-----Petula Clark