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    The Ubiquitously Hidden Teaching of VPW

    in Entertainment Archives

    Posted

    Hey Mike,

    Were you ever really in the way?

    Did you ever really hear vp speak?

    Did you ever really take pfal?

    That whole "believe for it and you'll get it" stuff was pounded into our heads all the time with no restrictions on what you could believe for: a good parking space, a good grade on a test, a better job, winning the Powerball lottery. If your believing is strong enough...

    I remember hearing that the only thing you couldn't believe for was something that affected another person's free will, like believing for somebody to fall in love with you.

    "Believing is a law, just like the law of gravity."

    I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard that phrase.

    The Ubiquitously Hidden Teaching of VPW

    in Entertainment Archives

    Posted

    Mike,

    Here's an index for you.

    Since this thread started on March 30th, all these posters have responded to it.

    Yanagisawa

    George Aar

    WordWolf

    vickles

    Stayed Too Long

    Steve!

    Golfie

    Shellon

    johniam

    LarryP2

    Zixar

    GarthP2000

    What The Hay

    karmicdebt

    excathedra

    nolongerlurking

    SlingShot

    diazbro

    mj412

    Wayfer Not!

    Mandii

    Jesse Joe

    Rafael 1969

    TheSongRemainsTheSame

    Paul M.Stanley

    CWF

    sirguessalot

    shazdancer

    MATILDA

    Mark Clarke

    SunshineRain

    wow 76-78

    Goey

    Oakspear

    socks

    Jbarrax

    AdiosMiCorazon

    Charlie

    A la prochaine

    Mr. Hammeroni

    Lifted Up

    alfakat

    Steve Lortz

    Ginger Tea

    Cynic

    E.W. Bullinger

    dizzydog

    TheInvisibleDan

    DATWAY

    ljn698

    bumpyrama

    def59

    bowtwi

    Trefor Heywood

    rascal

    CoolWaters

    seaspray

    Hopefull

    Jonny Lingo

    laleo

    firebee

    lindyhopper

    Charlie

    krysilis

    Mark Sanguinetti

    ex10

    Thomas Heller

    Plotinus

    chwester

    Jim

    Tom Strange

    lovematters

    wyteduv58

    and me

    That's an amazing total of 74 different posters, some of whom seem to have registered just to respond to this thread.

    Guess how many of them said, "Right on, Mike!" "You da man!" "Keep on postin'" (Hint: You won't need more than one hand to count 'em.)

    H. Potter

    in Movies, Music, Books, Art

    Posted

    quote:
    I never have seen or read the stuff but have heard enought thru ads.

    That's almost exactly what the limb leader of NC told us 30 years ago when we were warned not to see "The Exorcist" because it glorified the Catholic church.

    I ignored that advice like pretty much everything else I was warned about in "the world."

    It's just a story.

    Here's to the Fathers

    in Greasespot Holidays, Holydays and Heydays

    Posted

    Here's to the fathers, who always begin,

    on the outside of children, but looking in.

    Such curious men snapping cameras like mad,

    recording the moment, they turn into "Dad."

    Here's to the fathers, who put in their time,

    who don't say to mother's that's your job, not mine.

    Who wipe chins and noses and never say "won't"

    who do with the diapers, what some fathers don't.

    Here's to the fathers who manage to stay

    when so many fathers are turning away.

    When so many run, leaving families to rot,

    here, then, a cheer, for those who do not.

    Here's to the fathers whose big money dreams,

    die in the corner while their baby screams.

    And yet without anger, dread or regrets,

    they comfort the child, hold it close to their chests.

    And as the child grows, they grow with it too,

    learning a depth, that they never knew.

    And soon they are older, their hair slightly gone,

    chasing two children around the front lawn.

    Or carpooling teams to Little League games,

    buying them hamburgers after it rains.

    They mend broken dolls and fix broken wheels,

    they cringe when their daughters, try their first pair of heels.

    They reach in their pockets, but never keep count,

    they pay dear for parenthood awful amounts

    They postpone their plans to sail across seas,

    instead they sing "Barney" and bandage skinned knees.

    Here's to the fathers who miss on promotions,

    who forego the bonus for birthday commotions.

    Who come home from work and a boss they don't like

    pull in the drive.... and run over a bike.

    Here's to the fathers who get off the phone,

    to hear their sons practice their new saxophone

    Who leave work to see their daughter's recital

    Here's to the heroes who work without title.

    For this is a world now full of neglect,

    with everyday stories of lives that are wrecked.

    Of fatherless children who take up with guns

    to kill other children of fatherless sons.

    Divorce shattered families, childhoods derailed,

    mothers still waiting for checks still unmailed

    You wonder what wrongs these souls ever did

    to make a grown man turn away from his kids.

    So here's to the fathers who won't compromise

    who see a light shining in their children's eyes

    And feel a rare glow as if from a gem

    and know that once someone saw this glow in them.

    For all the good boys they have raised in the world

    for all the examples they set for their girls

    For all the loved children whose stories they'll tell

    Here's to the father's that taught them so well.

    Happy Father's Day, Dad.

    Finding Jesus

    in Humor

    Posted

    A drunk stumbles across a baptismal service one Sunday afternoon down by the river. He proceeds to walk down into the water and stand next to the preacher.

    The preacher turns and notices the old drunk and says, "Mister, are you ready to find Jesus?"

    The drunk looks back and says, "Yes, preacher, I sure am."

    The minister then dunks the fellow under the water and pulls him right back up.

    "Have you found Jesus?" the preacher asked.

    "No, I didn't!" said the drunk.

    The preacher then dunks him for quite a bit longer, brings him up and says, "Now, brother, have you found Jesus?"

    "No, I didn't, Reverend."

    The preacher in disgust holds the man under for at least 30 seconds this time, brings him out of the water and says in a harsh tone, "My God, man, have you found Jesus yet?"

    The old drunk wipes his eyes and says to the preacher...

    "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"

    Patriotism in Nevada

    in By State

    Posted

    The Moonlight Bunny Ranch, a legal brothel in Moundhouse, Nevada is offering the first 50 veterans of the Iraq war who show up "one on the house."

    This is a great deal for our boys in uniform as the minimum rate is $150 an hour for this "service," and can be over $250 depending on the "merchandise." You know this is a high-class place since Gov. Jesse Ventura has been a customer there and has a room named for him.

    You gotta take your hat off (or anything else you like) to these ladies for wanting to do their part to keep up morale.

    [This message was edited by Pirate1974 on June 05, 2003 at 12:38.]

    Anti-Penis Enlargement Pop -Ups

    in The Birds and the Bees

    Posted

    Larry,

    In the interest of helping a fellow human being with an obvious problem, I offer you this link to the Large Penis Support Group (LPSG.)

    LPSG

    The LPSG claims to be a support group for people (well, probably men) with "abnormally large male genitals" and people (anyone's guess here) who have been injured by same.

    Why these guys would need a support group is beyond me, but this claims to be a "serious" site. But then there's this quote:

    quote:
    "While it is true that 1.5% of home accidents are caused by large penis related incidents, only a small number have ever been known to be fatal."

    You have to register to get into the site and one can only imagine what sort of spam would come from registering.

    File this under: "There Is a Website for EVERYTHING!!"

    This Is For All The Mothers

    in Greasespot Holidays, Holydays and Heydays

    Posted

    This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

    This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here.

    This is for all the mothers of Kosovo and Baghdad who fled in the night and can't find their children.

    This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.

    And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

    For all the mothers who have sent their sons and daughters off to war proudly, praying for their safe return.

    And all the mothers who have had to hold a folded flag at their child's funeral.

    For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.

    And all the mothers who DON'T.

    What makes a good mother anyway?

    Is it patience?

    Compassion?

    Broad hips?

    The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

    Or is it heart?

    Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street,

    walking to school alone for the very first time?

    The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

    The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?

    So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies.

    And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.

    This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then reading it again. "Just one more time."

    This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

    This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school.

    And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

    For all the mothers who bite their lips - sometimes until they bleed - when their 14-year old dyes their hair green.

    Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.

    This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

    This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

    This is for all the mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home, or grown up.

    This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves, even after 50 years.

    This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the word to reach them.

    This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away!

    This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.

    And mature mothers learning to let go.

    For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

    Single mothers and married mothers.

    Mothers with money, mothers without.

    This is for you all. So hang in there.

    Happy Mother's Day.

    The Ubiquitously Hidden Teaching of VPW

    in Entertainment Archives

    Posted

    Earth to Mike. Come in, Mike.

    You did write this, didn't you?

    quote:
    In Dr?s case, it seems that during his life, God did cover for him, in that it was some pretty inept (5-senses wise) individuals who supposedly did the master covering for him on the natural level. How did they succeed so perfectly? God always kept Dr ten steps away from these (exaggerated?) scandals because of Dr?s believing to do the job that God called him to, bringing forth His Word.

    Sorry if I jumped to "concussions" but that's about the biggest crock of b.s. I've ever heard and then you try to pretend like you never said it. Time for a reality check.

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