waysider

I guess it depends a lot on the type of activities you have in mind. If it's water you seek, the North Coast is only 3-4 hours away. Put-In-Bay to the west and Mentor Headlands to the east. Of course, you may have to settle for accomodations that are a few miles inland. If it's more the arts, museum, theatre you seek, you might consider Cleveland. You can't even begin to scratch the surface in 4 days. And ,of course, there is always Jacob's Field.(Go Tribe!) and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Also, there's Chicago, Pittsburgh, Niagra Falls, Nashville and Cinncinatti as well as Lake Cumberland. All within easy driving distance.

Roy I don't know where you come up with this stuff but come up with it you do. ( And I, for one, am glad.) Holy hugs, Bro.

Dang! I can actually hear that one in my head but I can't quite put it all together. Was it " Alone Again,Naturally."---------Gilbert O'Sullivan?

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Personally, I couldn't care less who they do the humpty dance with. I am quite interested, however, in how they reconcile said behaviour with doctrines and tenets of TWI that have long been firmly established. That discussion, of course, would have to hinge on whether or not there is any truth to the rumours.

You know what killed that poodle? I'll tell you what killed it! RED DRAPES Yep. It got tangled up in the drapes and by the time someone figured out it wasn't an adornment, it was too late. But seriously, I don't think the poodle itself is relevant to the incident. In the Jonestown special on TV recently, it was discussed how, before the final incident, Jones had served a large group kool aid and then told them they had just consummed poison. It was a dry run. Why did he do that? We may never know for sure, but my feeling is that he was not so much testing his followers as he was testing his own ability to command obedience. Testing the limits of his power to control. Is it possible little Coco was merely a pawn in a game of psychological chess? A dry run of sorts? If( and I did say if) it really happened, it would have a significance that would be far greater than the dog itself. Hmmmm. I just realized that the above scenario would actually make the little dog the strawman. Maybe Toto lived a double life. Toto, I don't think we're in the cornfields of Ohio anymore.

WG Man, that one is foggy, at best. I think it was Ball State University. Maybe a Limb Meeting for The Way of Indiana? I think I might have played a coffeee house with PJ at that one. Then again, maybe I am confusing it with Rome City. Didn't we go there for some kind of work detail? I know for sure we went there for Karrie B.'s wedding and had to do set-up or something. Maybe that one was the year after you "granulated",dunno. PJ and JG---------I don't think either of those two would have even RECOGNIZED a "high horse" let alone tried to ride one. They are a big part of why I actually have some GOOD memories of FLO. Still praying for your son's situation. Waysider(weeder of the chard)

Ya Know, here's what I find interesting. Initial poster asks for clarification of an old rumour. One poster wants to know how/if Wierwille could callously abuse an animal. Another wants to know how/if he could callously abuse his wife by virtue of the animal abuse. Another wonders why anyone would care because it was so long ago. And yet another wonders how/if any of these rumours have persisted for so long. All valid responses, to one degree or another,at least in my opinion. As for myself, I would like to know why people jumped at his every whim as if everything he said had been delivered by divine revelation. It's kinda creepy, from where I see it, especially after seeing the show on Jonestown recently. Kill the poodle, drink the kool-aid, what's the difference? It's all blind obedience to satisfy and placate the MOG. That is, if the rumour is true.

WG Yeah, that was during my unprecidented third year of association with the Fellowlaborer pogrom,I mean program. That third year was a real doozy! What was I thinking? ( or maybe I should say "was I thinking?") :asdf:

:eusa_clap: Rock on, Big G.

Here's a perspective from the 1970s: Interracial marriage( Or "mixed marriage", as it was known then) was still very rare in most of society. I never heard it promoted or discouraged in The Way. I can only speak from what I myself experienced. I did hear teachings that tried to show racial diversity as evidence of horizontal evolution as opposed to vertical. This was taught in conjunction with the lessons from Genesis about "after its own genus"(never cross genus) and supposedly explained the existance of multiple species within a genus. In other words, were all of the same genus but because of climatological differences some developed fair complexions and others dark complexions. It always struck me as a way to try to prove we were right about our interpretation of Genesis and the socialogical issue was peripheral at best. Moses married an Ethiopian(very dark skinned) and created quite a flap, not with God but with the society he was a part of. There was always a "trophy mentality" in TWI. "If only we could recruit some famous actor. If only we could recruit some famous athletes. If only we could recruit some African Americans(the term was not actually in usage at that time) then we could speak to a whole other segment of society. I really think VP saw Claudete as a trophy of sorts, because , not only was she black, she could rip your heart out with her ability to deliver a song. Thirty plus years after the fact, my dad will still rave nostalgically about her singing. We had one black "sister" my whole time as a fellowlaborer. She was a beautiful person and very well liked by all. We lived in such close proximity that her race was not something that was thought of at all. I can't tell you what it did to her social life being the only black person in a group of 50 because, honestly, none of us had much time for much of a social life anyhow. I guess that went pretty far off topic -----Sorry

And when you come, my heart will be waiting To make sure you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true, dear There and then I will make you my own

I suspect Nikolai Tesla might have agreed with you regarding Edison's "borrowing" of others inventions. OOPS ---just realized you may have been speaking allegorically. edited for speeling.

OK I feel like I'm unworthy because I just happened to stumble on a TV show with her a couple of weeks ago. I wasn't looking for it, honest. I gotta tell ya, there comes a time when a woman has to STOP wearing her hair long or risk looking silly. Crystal Gayle------------Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue. Well, I want to make love to you tonite I can't wait til the morning has come And I know that the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run

Stumped? Why, the answer is crystal clear!

Confound that daggone peer pressure. Mike----------- p.s.--- I typed that while standing on my head, looking into a mirror. Not too bad, huh?

Two big losses to report in the past few days. 1.) Big Joe Duskin(Cinn.,Oh.)Boogie Woogie Piano man Most recently teamed up with guitarist Peter Frampton 2.) Carrie Bell (Chicago) Harpslinger Made his original claim to fame backing Muddy Waters. RIP

:biglaugh: :biglaugh: Just wait until you start geting statements for your Social Security account!!! (Any day now)

Hmmm. Is vacuum a secret code word for SNS tape? Aside to PB---------Harmonica players really suck!( and that's a good thing!)

Here's kind of a silly Eva C. story. About 5 or 6 years ago, I was at the public libary picking up a variety of CDs to listen to at work. People who know me understand why I scrutinize the "blues" selections . I saw this CD titled "Live At Blues Alley" and, without knowing anything about it, I added it to the bunch I planned to check out. I popped it in my player and was totally blown away with the emotional level it addressed. Curiousity persuaded me to investigate Eva's work and story. I still check her CDs out on a regular basis and never seem to tire of hearing her interpret these time tested songs.

Holy Cats, Jonny!! If I had realized you were just a kid, I wouldn't have been so rough on ya! Happy BDay!------------

God gives us free will. TWI is not a laison between us and God. Therefore the comparison is a moot point. TWI is/ was a CULT. As such, anything TWI demanded of us that contradicted the scriptures was a violation of the free will God gave us. Examples abound but the essence remains the same. TWI usurped our free will and must therefore answer to God Allmighty for the consequenses they effected.

Yep, I remember the teaching about a devil spirit named "Jesus" in the Advanced Class.(Early '70s) The way it was explained was that if we tried to talk to Jesus we could be inviting in a devil spirit by the same name. Pretty creepy stuff if you think about it. "Don't talk to your brother, you could get posessed if you do."( My paraphrasing.)

My, My, My. How soon, my little ones, we have forgotten it only takes ONE if it is done so because "Thus Saith The Lord." Let there be light.

This isn't aimed at you, Dooj.( you just triggered a thought) But, where did they ever get the idea that something had to be "edifying" to have value? Remember the movie in Drivers Ed. that shows a horrific crash scene?(movies are a form of art) It's not meant to edify you. It's meant to shock your common sense out of a state of mental slumber. Yet, if a new driver gives earnest consideration to the message, benefits are more likely to follow. Art is like that sometimes. It's not always meant to edify us; sometimes its supposed to sound alarms and send up warning flares. It's supposed to affect us a base level that runs the gamut from good to bad. For me, that's what music is about. Sometime one musician can speak volumes with one single soulful note while another more technically polished musician can play flurry after flurry of intricate phrases and "say" virtually nothing. I wish I could quote Shakespear. There is a line somewhere about an actor boxing with the air in an effort to convey the essense of a line to no avail because the essense was lost and consumed in concern over technique rather than meaning.