Bumpy

You're all making a lot of sense to me. He stole the youth of so many people for so many years, and here we are trying to reconcile the past with the present. Some paid the ultimate price. Some may never recover the dreams they lost. But the past is gone and I think we can only pray for each other, that our past experiences can somehow benefit our brothers and sisters in Christ and the roads we all take. I may not express it all the way it should be said, but we have to keep on trying to do our best, because we all have so much to give each other! I hope that makes some sense from the land of Islam and the microphone! Bump

http://www.boardofwisdom.com/mailquote.asp?msgid=3972 I really don't want to see Dr. Viper slip slide away into oblivion. And all of you especially Mr. Hammeroni make me laugh so much! The sadness of Norway will be revealed, but try and find Lynda P, she knows the story. Even Major Flynn has a little insight. All the best from West Africa! Bump

I have to respond to this man's heart so late here in Africa after reading so many times his response. Don't any of you see what he is saying? Please do not respond to me. But this person understands. I am tired of being attacked. Others have paid a much higher price for being involved in this game of twi. Whatever the police reports reveal, it's PRESS reports that are most important. Really, it's late at night for me now and I'm tired. But listen to his heart!

Stage Fright - Music by The Band - Scene 2 - At the bar with a gentleman who introduces himself as none other than “Doctor Viper”! As you may recall in the anals of past postings, Bumpy loses sight of the nurse who is off to attend one of her “patients” when the good “Doctor” appears. The man is dressed in an informal flannel multi-colored shirt and blue jeans, his face has some kind of mole on the side. Not very attractive, but what gets me most is the smile, a touch of wickedness and teeth which could use a bit of repair. Good Evening Bumpy, my name is Doctor Viper, how ‘bout having a drink with me? Sure, I reply, what else is there to do around here as we walk to the bar? Judging by the way he was walking he probably already had had a few. There is going to be a little gathering here tonight Bumpy, a special occasion with lots of guests and visitors. I think you might be interested to see more about what this place is all about. Well tell me Doctor, what kind of doctor are you? Dentistry, he says with a wry smile on his face. No, actually not exactly that Bumpy, I am more of a doctor of theology, ideas, implementing ideas, I suppose. Tonight, what you are going to see are a lot of my former, let’s call them “employees”. The people you have been watching moving about here are basically retired. The ones who haven’t arrived yet are some of the more important individuals who were involved in my former business. What business is that may I ask? It was a real money business he says with a laugh, you might even think of it as having been a “money tree”! It was a business which was before its’ time, motivational might be the word. You see once upon a time when all these people were a lot younger, they all not only worked for me, but in reality they worshipped me! What are you drinking? Feeling the moment and trying to put this conversation together I decided Scotch might be the best choice. Sargent Wolf he yells, “get over here”. Sgt. Wolf, get Bumpy a Scotch. Sgt. Wolf by the look of things looks a little worse for wear. Overweight with a pug nose and a bit of drool coming from the side of his mouth. Yes Sir Doctor, he replies! And a pack of cigarettes yells the doctor. Off goes Sgt. Wolf with a slight limp. The doctor notices me watching him and comments that Wolf was once attacked by a vicious dog delivering mail to the wrong address. Anyway Bumpy, the people attending tonight”s little gathering were at one time a very efficient organization, one which took years of planning and preparation. Actually they were more like a small army, maybe like the old elite German SS Sturmers. They were physically fit, ready to hit what we called the “spiritual” battle lines, tough aggressive and smart. But most importantly, they were all loyal to ME, their Fuehrer! Ein Wort, Ein Volk, Ein Fuehrer! By now more people start showing up which is a relief because the “good doctor” has a to say a few words, mostly nice to see you, how are you and it gives me a break to wonder what’s happening around me. The room is beginning to fill up. Believe me Bumpy he says, what you’re looking at in front of you tonight is nothing to what it used to be! A wry smile gathers across his face, but I’m fixed on that mole. Why don’t people get things like that removed? Just then, Sgt. Wolf shows up with a large scotch and some cigarettes and not a moment to soon! Bumpy, have you ever seen cards like these? I look at them and they remind me of “flash” cards. These are memory cards he says. A long time ago, people like Sgt. Wolf here were required to memorize Biblical scriptures, lots of them, all the time. It was part of their training. They used that in debating issues, any issues, “scripture and verse” they used to cry whenever their was a disagreement. There were meetings, endless meetings where we would build them up, and then knock them down. It was necessary for future psychological preparation. There was never to be ANY doubt about commitment, you followed orders down the chain of command. And believe me my people followed orders! Classes, tests, physical training, cleaning, reciting, pledge of allegiance, it never ended. And they all “lived” in tiny quarters fostering personal relationships on where the movement would take them, dreaming about a life together as “one big happy family”! THAT was one of the big motivators, keeping them focused on the objective, just like an army. No room for individual dissension. What was the point I asked, immediately regretting the question when he gave me this rather nasty smile. The POINT he said was to build a business, a business with a master plan which would be presented to young people across the nation. A plan which if carefully followed and implemented would bring in millions of dollars. “Word Over The World” he almost yelled! And the plan Bumpy, only required one thing, a room filled with people who wanted to learn about spiritual matters from God’s Word the Bible! And I had it all prepared, “researched”, filmed for presentation, and all under the auspices of many of the people you see in front of you. Over there Bumpy, you see the balding fat man next to the wall? That guy hasn’t been seen for a long time. His name is Colonel C. Feer. He was my aide, my driver and a Mr. Fix It. Believe me! If I had a problem, he was the first guy I called. And sometimes there were some serious problems to fix he said with another sly grin. Col. Feer he went on to say, made a lot of moves to replace me when my retirement came about. However, he was never the man for the job. But you could never convince him of that. Just then, a middle aged woman with nice legs but dated red shoes interrupts. “Hello Doctor, I just wanted to know if you need anything”? No honey, everything is OK for the moment, still living alone, he asks with a sly grin? She shrugs and says that her time is too important and there’s no one very interesting to be found anyway and walks away. Next the “Doctor” points out another man over in the corner whose name he says is Major Flynn. The Dr. used to be partners with Flynn a long time ago, but when the business soured he decided to go out on his own. Apparently business is not too good at the moment, as there has been a management shakeout and some kind of problem with arachnids...very strange! Bumpy, the guy who did replace me was what really messed up the business. I don’t know if he’s going to show, but man, did he screw up a free lunch. His name was General Nightingale, and I think the name suits him because someone says he’s either selling shoes or singing for his meals! He took over my whole operation after this elaborate festival I put on for him in front of all “my people”, all to let them know they were now to “follow” him. Some were not convinced. In hindsight, it was a big mistake Bumpy. That bastard took everything I built and squandered it on women, planes, busses, lavish properties, stupid investments, you name it. Finally the board had to fire him or everyone might have gone to jail. Mind you, like Clinton, we had some good times together. That’s for sure he said again as he finished his drink. Sgt. Wolf! Get me and my friend Bumpy here another round! That was the beginning of the end. The damn lawsuits. One woman after another, then the husbands, after that the resignations. It was like a snowball. My army began to desert, rumors flew all around and before long desertions en mass! It was a mess and all that’s left is what you’re looking at. The money tree, the structure, all that cash, gone. Only a few diehards left. The room is practically full and respects are being made amongst the guests. Seems many of them have tears in their eyes, some are arguing, some are pointing in our direction. The “Doctor” seems to be feeling a little uncomfortable, I see him grimacing or maybe snarling. Suddenly the room goes silent and they’re all looking at us, or is it me? I see my host turning toward me, he opens his mouth and says, “Bumpy, it’s time for you to understand, you don’t belong here. You’re not one of us, we don’t like you. You upset us with your comments and stories. We want to be left alone in our little world of communication. It’s time to say “Aufwiedersehen”!

Dear Socks and Ex10, It’s a long story and now after so many years it came back to me for some reason when thinking about things that bothered me while a part of the Way. These were friends of mine, as I used to be in Oslo a lot during the early 1980”s. My best friend there was a guy named Arnie Strand, and he and I were always isolated, blackballed whatever you call it because we never fit into the mold or followed orders very well, that’s for sure! I think I said that before about me not joining a club that would have me as a member? Anyway CMH, the country “coordinator” had apparently some serious issues in his personal life, and one day together with two really nice “leaf” followers, he flipped! At the time, I think he was under a lot of pressure from Chris and HQ to show “results”. When LP arrived from Corp 9?, and landed in Oslo, I think that was another pressure he couldn’t deal with. There were other “issues” I am sure as well, but you have to contact LP for that. As you know, “Corps” always thought they knew best! And anyone like me who was not WAY CORPS, was nothing. So you had to be very careful what you said! Sort of like me getting whacked here at gs by the same ex-corps people, who have that “pull a verse / prove a point” mentality. Man I hate that! But that’s another subject I will deal with in a future posting! Why it didn’t reach HQ had to do with the fact that no one reads the Norwegian press, and cults in those days were just starting to get noticed. Also, obviously Mr. Geer had no intention of letting everyone know he “had a problem” which would have reflected on his ambitions to succeed VP. Additionally, the Way of Norway was setup as a separate legal entity, Den Veien, I think was the translation? So there you have a bit of my past. There were some really nice people from Norway who I fellowshipped with there, and some memories of my youth sailing the Oslo fjiords. As EX10 said, it was very sad what happened. I just figured it wasn’t my business to contact any one in the USA and tell them what happened. Probably because I had been whacked by too many attitude corps people and didn’t keep them as friends. But there were and are twi people in Corps and HQ, who were YOUR friends and knew the situation. THEY kept their mouths shut. “Shame on them”! Bump

Sorry Missy, but the stage has been set and the doors have been closed! So don’t wet your pants and make such a fuss! There will be someone out there who will come forward with information relating to a case that happened a long time ago in Oslo to people I knew. Also, QT, might I suggest you change your handle? You really are NOT very “quiet” are you?

Mr. WeirWolf, I am not sure, but you may be in need of medication, such a harsh response! And so mean, I don’t know what to say? It seems like something that happened over 20 years ago (or may not have happened, depending on future proof of course), has attracted such immediate and emotional attention! Now if I have to supply the burden of proof to console you and possibly others, when there are so many former twi people out there, it might give you the impression of me having to play the role of “professor”! And I really don’t want you to be subjected to such a demeaning position. So, I will give you another “hint” to help you solve the mystery of “Murder in Norway”. Think of it as an Agetha Christie novel! The murderer’s initials were CMH and he was often at HQ.

QT, Buenos Dias! You’re up early, I hope you had breakfast before writing your rather elaborate response. I will try and use spell check before posting in the future if that makes you feel better? Anyway, regardless of how qualified you are as a writer, or as a thinker, or how old you are, or what shampoo you use, or whether I give you an “attitude” problem vis a vis my postings, let’s hope we can keep the bond of peace in Christ between us...ok? So relax, I’m sure in your intellectual life you even have more important things to do than read and respond to gs postings so early in the morning, especially mine. At least I hope so! The messenger, that being myself, is not trying to create any misleading games here, because murder is never a game, except maybe if you’re in Iraq at the moment. But if events like this happened and people in the organization at the time were unaware, what are you to deduce? There is a lot of regret I read on gs, and really my heart and my postings are for the most part in empathy and exhortation. I may at times put a little “spin” on certain subjects which some may not like, but that is because I find many people are taking their past problems and themselves too seriously! But back to the subject...Because you’re such a smart guy, why don’t you challenge yourself and do some research on what I said happened. I am sure with all your credibility at gs, that if you find what I’m saying to be true, others will not “doubt”. After all, you have your correspondence friends already in Scandinavia, n’est ce pas? Impress me, I will look forward to seeing another brilliant, analytical posting. Bump

Here's a clue for you...the (blonde) Way Corps girl who came to Norway the year in question was from Colorodo and her maiden initials were LP. Amazing, no one knew about this little incident? I guess damage control at hq decided it wasn't necessary for the sheep to stop grazing and hear the news. It might have had a disturbing effect on the brainwashing in progress!

Well, please first read what I wrote before you "doubt' my credibility. I said the "country coordinator" shot two of his Way fellow members, not Mr. Geer. Secondly, I don't really care what your opinion of me is, all you have to do is contact the Norweigian authorities. You should find what you're looking for during the years of '83 or '84. It was in all the Oslo papers. For sure there are people in twi who know what happened. But I'm not surprised by the reaction so far. Most of you were fast asleep!

I agree completely! So are we redeeming our time? Are we making the right choices for the time that is left us? Or is our life defeated because of past "mistakes" and gs becomes everyone's favorite soap? How are all these believers supposed to be "standing together", likeminded, etc.? Any ideas? Yes, he killed them, as in bang bang, your dead!! Somebody out there in lala land must have known, right? Anyway, if it's that interesting, send me a message and we'll "chat"!

Bumpy, Even in Africa with limited access to books and computers, the spirit of the Living God will work within you to speak a blessing to your neighbor. Our Almighty God is able to manifest his love and goodness where you are, and I pray that your presence reflects His light and the rhythm of the drums respond in a new and fresh glory to God. Consider Jesus with the woman at the well in John 4. " ...ye worship ye know not what..." but ask Jesus and he will give any and all "living water." Prophetic utterance is a wellspring of wisdom flowing from the fountain of living waters Yes there are deceitful influences that cause confusion and harm, but avoiding prophecy will not put an end to that. So please don't let that stop you from pressing into Him with whom we have to do; and to flow in the spirit of His Way, namely Jesus Christ. Thanks for the advice, but a quick physical walk down one of my roads in life over here, will possibly convince you it's a lot easier and safer to keep preaching behind a keyboard. All that flowing wisdom sounds great, I just wish you were here to help me implement more of it. I keep telling people to expand their comfort zones and come visit but no takers so far...except MrtheEvan from Keeenya!

Took the class in ‘75 or ‘76 and made it to roa two or three times. Last time in Ohio, during the early early 1980’s “they” chose my Swedish wife and I to represent Sweden! There we were “on stage” like we had just won a contest! Well, things continued with Mr. Geer visiting us in Denmark, Norway and Sweden until about 1983 when the country coordinator for Norway killed two of his Norwegian believers (do you think he was possessed or was just a bad choice ?). Well anyway, that was the end of Bumpy at The Way and pretty much the organization in Scandinavia for Mr. Geer. I wonder if that incident is still stuck in Chris Geer’s ear? Also, I wonder if it was public knowledge amongst all you folks back in the USA?

That's a good idea, but I think they're more interested in where their next meal is coming from! Besides, between Allah and the microphone, Jesus doesn't get a lot of playtime. The "trinitarians" are scouting around but I don't think with much success. But ideas are always welcome. By the way...has anyone come up with an idea about how to remove Islamic microphones on Moskies blasting Allah propoganda starting at 0530 AM?

Here's a fast reply...there are thousands of drums beating tonight throughout Africa, only a few hundred outside my door. None of them have heard of ces, twi, or the Bible! What am I to tell them? They can't type gs or afford to go on line. Can any of you intellectuals out there help me?

Waaaaaza! Not a lot of smoked fish, but cured and carpaccio, lots of fish burned in lemon, olive oil and spices for lunch with salad. But everything for my blood has lots of garlic and more garlic, especially the marinate. I plant French garlic, but the critters love it too! After four weeks eating and drinking wine in South African restaurants I need to divest of 5 kilos. PS. You get lots of great smoked fish in Scandinavia, even on the country roads. After 50 carbs are like cigarettes...watch out!

Nous sommes au Senegal maintenant. Four weeks of restaurants in Afrique de Sud all the Kudo, Springbok, steaks, ostrich, etc., together with really nice SA wines make you forget about driving on the other side of the road. Lots of fish here though. Buy an airline ticket and come to Africa. It's a nice change from living on "the net"!

Region Africa, think local and that means lots of different fish with names I don't really know in English except for sole, lotte, red tuna, swordfish, squid, calamari, etc.. The others are too numerous but everything comes direct off the beach from a few painted boats in front of me EVERYDAY! Spices come as far away as Morocco, curry, anis, ginger, clove, nutmeg, cumin, coriander, paprika, safran, piri piri...The potage puts out salad, potatoes, corn, tomat, peppers, carrots and whatever else the gardener and his wife put in the ground. Here everything grows! We make our own pasta, ice cream, fruit juices, sauces and they get reinvented in different ways. In short because we have no supermarkets to speak of, you make sure when the power goes out the things in the fridge are still ok! If you're interested in recipes, it's fish cooked in as many ways you can think of with Basmati rice, pasta, veggies, and LOTS of interesting spices, some of which you can probably smoke! Rocky, my family used to spend winters in Tucson and my brother still spends lots of time there. Lots of tex/mex but not much fish, right?

Now maybe if you can get beyond the negative part of the twi past (no matter how long you were "in") , possibly you can take some productive aspects of the spiritual Word knowledge you aquired and shape a better life for yourselves? This is the question, not to dwell in the past but to press forward...right? Are we not striving to achieve our spiritual rewards and glorify God in the process? If the best part of your future is behind you, you've lost, n'est pas?

So being out here in right field...are people still interested in domestic or international fellowships? Obviously the financial issue is a touchy one, but maybe if they hadn't kept writing all those books..? Anyway, if you want to come over to my place, I can definitely show you a few spiders or two, and they won't be on film! We can share a little of the Word and then go fishing, ok?

Hi! Bumpy is wondering what's happening these days at CES? Are they contributing at all on the forum, still writing their newsletters? Is anyone attending services or doing any grilling in the barbie...be careful not to overcook the mutton! Remember to be nice to each other on this forum.

For what it's worth...I think it's great people get together, bring it together and find each other with no bad feelings! I think it's so amazing to "meet" people who I never knew before who were connected to all what brought us together so many years ago, for better or worse. I need to "feel" more Word, more spiritual understanding, and where else am I going to find it? This world I live in knows almost nothing about the Bible!

You are always welcome to some warm weather in Senegal...you have my contacts, Bump

God Bless from Johannesburg, crime capitol of the world! Bumpy is not going to relate to all of you on this thread or any other, but every adventure finds new adventures. This time someone from Sweden who knows so many people from my past in Stockholm. He said to me, "you can only look for your golf ball for so much time". I cannot type on a Swedish keyboard, itäs too frustrating! Free advice...take an adventure tour, get away from all of this communication, meet new people. Every new person you meet in life is a MIRACLE! South Africa is so Beautiful with all the animals and contrasts of Africa. There IS a life OUTSIDE of your past, but you must breakout of this constant over analysis of what happened during your time in twi and ces. Tomorrow is an overnight train to Cape Town. Lions and tigers and Bears...oh my! Senegal is so far away!