Bumpy

Dear Wendy, The Devil's grandmother died of two ailments. One was "free" advice and the other is poor excuses. I think you will find a lot of both here at gs. It's sort of like a "Dear Abby" column. Everyone wants to be your friend until they decide they don't like you. So here's MY advice! "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart...Believe God to help you find the words you need when you spend time with your daughter, and give her the best part of your heart you can. You cannot do more than that. Things will work out, just be patient!

Belle, you should have been a lawyer. You could then define "consensual", "maturity" and appropriate "circumstances". As for being 14,15,or 16 she might have a problem with the truth? Maybe it's not even a "she"? Let just hope they have some fun under the blanket before they wake up! I forgot, the legal defense could be...that "gray area"!

Bumpy just wants to say bye bye to all the "nice" people I have met on the gs site. I have a 3am taxi pickup to catch my Dakar-Jo'burg flight. Quirks...African taxis which break down on the road to the airport or in the middle of nowhere, it's happened more than once. Surprises, don't need them. Phony people, especially those using mobile phones next to me while I'm eating. Sad people with broken hearts, I feel so bad when I hear what they have had to endure. Social injustice, especially people who use $$$ to hurt those underneath them. An expensive bottle of wine that's "corked" and no way to return it. And finally, seeing the body of Christ so divided like I've seen on gs. Is there no way for us to come together except behind a modern day mask of disguise? I keep asking myself. Oh well...that's it for now. If you're in Cape Town on the 12th of Feb drop me a line. Bump

Adventure, nature everyday's different. I have birds out my door in AMAZING colors. There's always someone you can help, if you want to. There's a lot of artistic and musical talent here. One artist whose name sounds like u sin door has been touring in the usa. If you have a chance listen to some Senegalese music, it's pretty good. Africa is like a movie that's always changing, nothing stays the same, sort of like one of those kaleidescopes you looked at as a child. Other than the above, and the WEATHER & FOOD & cost of living!, there is not another sane reason I can think of to be here!

Is he still married to Mary Marth Koos??

Went to that link...yikes! I used to wonder sometimes what I missed the last 25+ years in America. Even though life is more than crazy here, the US seems to be so complicated. I try to go to Maine once a year to re-connect with lobsters and enjoy what I think is a great state. But when I turn on the tv... This cult thing with twi and ces still has me mezzzmerized!!! I had NO clue twi was alive and that "nice" little ces group of people in Christmas postcards I received in France had discovered spiders. Jeeeez, they should visit places here if they want to see spiders!!

Hi there! I was thinking that the cheese book would have been useful for patients not the leaders. I think leaders somehow get to be leaders because they "smell" the cheese first...and have CULTivate their presentations skills to convince the poor meatheads to play follow the leader. As WC Fields famously said..."never give a sucker an even break". He said that, not me...so nobody take offense ok?

OK, here's a little strory from Mpumalanga near Krueger. Your lying on your "bed" reading, you hear something hit the floor, you look down near where you were resting and it's a rat, but it's not moving? Strange (sorry), that doesn't make any sense so your next survival sense says look up...Yikes, 6 feet away on the wooden beam over your head rests a black mamba. And he doesn't look happy! What do you do...call the bless patrol? You get used to no running water and electricity, morning flushes are nice when they happen. I have the last land line telephone in the village.

Greetings Mr. Ham from Sherwood! I have to confess, I always wanted to be a cult "leader"! So all of you out there can maybe help me actualize my dreams? Here in Senegal would be a really good place to start. What are the requirements to assure my happiness? Plenty of black slave girls here already! By the way, did any of you twi or ces (I hesitate to lump the two together!!) heavies ever cross that book "who moved my cheese?" Should have been required reading maybe?

Senor Jamon, Can you help me with a new anachronism so I could make a posting? I just can't think of one that would rhyme to fit the girl I would like to strip in twi? Did they really have all that great sex? I would like to know more about how Craig handled it all? I mean, I met "all the family" in Alameida, northern Calif. in the '70's and at the roa. They looked like a nice couple back then. He had long curly hair and talked about college football a lot. Was his wife put off by it all? Or was it an "open relationship"? Bumpy...go to bed!

I am trying to follow all of this...but how do they "strip" your AC status during this particular class? Was it live? I must be getting too old for this, but I think having your parents there must have been a bit awkward?

Well, I guess if you guys are right, the show is over? Because this may be a great forum to share with wonderful people, some filled with good intentions, and we can all Yak from Senegal to California but we will never meet and enjoy the things which you share face to face! Too bad, because you guys who suffered all the pain are the experts, not me!! I just know I need to see the people I closest to me.

If you read some of my posts you might find some answers? I had my own little "history" with twi and ces in the mid '70's, '80's in the US and Europe. I found this site on a google search about 10 days ago. Since then, I have had some deja vu and tried to thread that with what I hear on the gs site. I hope that helps...I'm not a SPY from somewhere if that is what you might be thinking. On that you will have to take my word. Have you ever been to Africa? I can tell you some interesting stories, but you have to be nice!

If I did that Belle, I apologize! I don't know where in my posts you got that from?

That's a good insight and how I feel about my few visits to the rock and the people I met. Maybe in "todays" world that sense of innocence is lost for all those who were there? Especially you and the people who spent years of dedication. But I think it happens to all generations passing bye. The best part of our future is behind us!

But is it possible to design a ("business") structure or system framework in which people can feel comfortable? I am not interested in ages past or great revelation or healing, just a group of people to share the Word with and put a few more verses in my head. I don't know anything about this pp thing at ces and I don't think I want to. But if certain programs were set and the atmosphere relaxed, can people not get together for prayer and share? There is such a strong basis of Biblical knowledge on this site, is it not possible to find an administrative solution to keep the 'bad guys' under control? Too bad if it can't be done, because as I said before, maybe this site is the best we're going to be able to do? I agree with your other point, most of the time I'm happy just to keep my head on straight too, ESPECIALLY here in Africa. This place can become an Islamic asylum nightmare and anything can go wrong at anytime. In short, the Devil's territory. You cross some of these people and you can kiss your #ss bye bye.

No matter how un-qualified I am to say this, I will anyway...WELCOME to this site! Senegal is far away from you as you know, but is supposed to be so BEAUTIFUL!! Are you living there or on vacation?? I might be in Maputo in a few weeks, for sure Durban. That's getting closer. Screenplays are fun, reminds me of Jonathan Swift and all his laughs at the expensive of the English. Do you write?

Bonjour de Senegal, Le vent est TRES fort aujourd'hui! If I am here, where are you? I need to know where to receive my hug! I am slowly learning I think how things work, but boy can you me misunderstood here! Is that because some people just want to bash or are they resentful of what you might have to say, or how you say it? I mean, I can make a joke out of almost anything, but then who would take me seriously? You have to maybe be a sports writer to be approved? The question might be, how to connect the brother in Christ thing via this invisible media. It's a bit tricky, don't you think? Anyway, I think of all these people who have so much Word knowledge that others could use, is this the only or last forum? It really does feel sort of Orwellian. Will the last one on-line, please turn out the lights. Too bad about all the divisions amongst people in the way and twi, and especially all the bad feelings! I enjoyed the Word I heard during those days. Too bad the house is so divided, pains me to see it. After all when we get down to it, we're just people sitting in a small space of time waiting for our expectations to be filled before it's over. Amazing how complicated it's all become.

It's very windy here in west Africa today. It comes from Mauritania and the Sahara. I just drove through there a few months ago. In the wind you see nothing and forget driving, your air filter can't keep up. Anway, I don't think this place seems closed, I think poeple don't know me so they don't trust me. Plus I think some are looking over their shoulders as to who might be following them in this maze of postings. Residual fear of the past maybe. You should get out more, it's healthy. Europe is a great place, spring time in Scandinavia or Berlin. I leave here before the rainy season begins in July/August. Too many snakes, scorpions, appear out of nowhere especially in the south near Guinea Bissau.

Glad HS enjoyed the stage! Read again the Oct. 12 posting about the do's and don'ts of the site. I will try and be more careful, even though I'm not concerned who reads these posts. The more the merrier. Certainly it never crosssed my mind that I was trying to blend everyone together!, maybe this happened before my time? I can certainly feel a lot of individual feeling and opinions out there. I think that's vital otherwise you're back in the box in another structure you don't want to be in. As the forum is to overestimate themselves, I would conclude it has more to do with CES at the moment? Do you have the same opinion of twi? Did they not go way beyond just overestimating themselves through the rampant abuse I am hearing about? You see, even though I took 'the class' and a few others, until the last few days I had no idea what was going on or this forum existed. The posts I read about, how people's lives have been basically destroyed or at least dismembered are NOT funny stories! That being said, can anyone go beyond Bible speak and think of ANY organization that gives you the Word as you want to hear it without "having to belong"? If you read my posts, this is the problem I have. I want to love people, but not go to meetings! Play a game of golf, help me with my understanding to grow as a human being, but no more colon cleanses! Now, who knows how to get an Islamic microphone off the Moskie?

This is definitely going to go down easily...but VP's been dead for 20 years, already! Why are you still having this conversation??

Really!, during all those years you should have stuck to the leave it to beaver...I love Eddie Haskell, Beverly Hillbillies and Mr. Ed re-runs. What a waste of time! Pod casts came out too late I guess??

Christrian Family $ Sex. All the virgins were gone!

Hi Bliss, The drums, Tam Tams are beating in Senegal tonight. It's GMT time in case you didn't know. Pablo the chef is busy with his latest seafood creation. We only eat fish here as it's so fresh. I will try and get to your doctrinal section. Maybe you can guide me through...if you promise to be nice! bumpy

Picture yourself on a terrace overlooking a beautiful African beach, it’s another PERFECT day like all the ones before. The ocean is deep blue, your workers are well tanned, all busy about their daily activities. All seems tranquil when you hear a strange noise behind you in the house... You walk in but suddenly the room has changed! This is not your house, you don’t recognize anyone in the room, but there are so many white haired or dyed middle-aged people sitting and walking about. The decor is dated, looks like something out of the ‘70’s or maybe 80’s and the people all have name tags for some reason. Suddenly next to you appears this beautiful young girl in a white nurses dress. But this is a real beautiful dress, cut just right and filled perfectly especially where the buttons should be...But before you can take my eyes from her, she smiles and says ‘welcome Bumpy’, welcome to the TWI-lite zone...Oh my God! She begins to explain to me that this is a kind of re-hab centre for all sorts of visitors but many of them are volatile so be careful. Most of them come from a particular time and place that was not such a comfortable memory and they are trying to forget, meet new people and in the process do a LOT of talking! But the name tags are all faded. I ask her, why is that? They are former identification markings sort of Orwellian, she says. It was a part of their youth and they can’t seem to take them off. Also they are very proud of them. Each one knows the time and place the other one came from, but don’t ask them to reveal anything. They are very suspecting, especially the one with the roller skates over there. Strange I say, why are they here and what are they looking for, are they on drugs? I can’t keep my eyes off her for too long, she’s beginning to remind me of someone? She bends over to pick up a discarded yellow piece of paper. Looks like an old posting, when you put your thoughts down on paper. She says, she isn’t quite sure, but many of them come and go through different rooms. It’s sort of like a maze and many of them scurry about all the time, leaving little bits of paper like the one I just picked up. But again I have to ask, what are they doing here? Is it a retirement home, do they play bridge, backgammon? Suddenly there is a bang. She says she has to go, one of her patients needs her medication, she lost her kids and doesn’t know where to find them. I turn around to see a smiling gentleman looking at me. He says, hello, you’re Bumpy aren’t you? How ‘bout having a drink at the bar, I have some funny stories to tell. ‘