dabobbada

I remember a similiar thread from back in the early 2000's. I felt compelled to add a new medical report that said that every adult human being generates an average of 250,000 new cancer cells a day throughout his life. A normal function of white cells is to take these cancer cells out. This was a fact from some published medical journal. I suppose if someone wants to, it is still findable on the net.

All things considered, I guess we should be thankful cancer is not a lot more prevailent in this ol' world.

The part I found amusing is that the medical facts prove that by 'wayfacts' every human being on the planet is possessed by a quarter million devil spuruts.

No wonder it is so hard to do the right thing.

I never could get past this verse myself. :wacko:

Matt 23:9

And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven.

Of course veepee never called himself that, and believe it or not, I even heard him with a big smile on his face sort of apologize for those who did say it. Of course it never did stop.

(With that one verse, he knew better.) :P

Thank you, Broken Arrow and Old Skool

In Twinky's origional topic, she said:

But apart from (possibly) funding their own events - does anyone know of what CFFM might do with its funds to help the wider community?

Do they contribute to local initiatives for homeless, to provide meals at the soup kitchen, to help fellow non-CFFM Christians? Do they support locals who have had emergencies - support in case some local carpenter was injured and unable to work; a woman whose husband had deserted her and the kids; a family where a child had been hospitalized a long way away? Do they use the funds to help at the local hospital, at the night shelter, kids' club, or anything else?

Do they support their own members who might have trouble? A sudden emergency - a vital piece of household equipment breaks down - a tree crashes through the roof - a family member overseas is in desperate trouble - or even just - an individual simply cannot make ends meet despite all reasonable budgeting?

Does CFFM share funds out - does it have it all "in common" or it is - you share with me, and I'll guard it from everyone?

There may be publicly-accessible accounts somewhere that are available. And there will be some here who have experience with CFFM.

Look, I am sending you out as sheep among wolves.

Again, this info is 8 to 11 years old and may or may not currently apply to CFFM. In the late 90's CFF was brand new in a small town in western

Ohio.

Twinky wondered about CFF and the wider community. They started out by renting a closed church building until they built their own. And they had joined the local church organization and were actively involved in church community activities. They wanted to be on a good relationship with their fellow christian neighbors.

John Shroyer, native born to western Ohio, wanted to be active with his local community.

I did hear a few stories of CFF helping someone who had a need. One family had a member with some serious health problem, and CFF bought them a new minivan so they could get around.

Again, when I first went, CFF was maybe two years old, and maybe 3-400 people. When I faded away, it was 4-5 years old and had 800 subscribers to it's sunday tapes. They were still a young organization and trying to figure things out. Also they were growing very fast, taking in many of the walking wounded of twi.

Anyway a few more twi curioddities;

In '73 and '74 even before there were official branches and limbs, the area leader kept the abs for a month and then turned it in to the limb leader. Said limb leader then kept it also for a month before turning it in to hq. If either the area or limb leader needed something that month, the cost came out of the abs. My area leader needed some tires because he traveled a lot to care for his people so that was taken frrom the abs. Somewhere in '74-5 hq called all abs directly in to hq because they said some were abusing the privilege.

In the early days, when abs was local I did hear of a few little financial assistances when a believer had need. nothing big, but then we were all young semi-hippies and had little we needed at the time.

A funny thing happened on the way to TWI's self destruction. Apparently a part of Geer's godification of the patriarch for personal use, abuse, and self gratification was abs should have been to help believers. Twi announced it would use some abs to help those with need. (At least to the IRS max of $3000 per individual.) Our branch lesder filed for a single mom who's young son had broken a leg and she recieved the $3000. By the time she got the money, the program was already gone.

I attended some of the CFFM fellowships, both local and in Tipp City, in the early 2000's before my health went too seriously bad.

Something to remember was John Shroyer was born and raised in twi. In those earlier days it was more innocent and loving in God. Fellowships and the people were sweet on each other and it seemed little miracles happened all the time. the smiles on peoples faces were very real.

I got in '73 and listened to tapes from '71 & '72 wherein veepee would open a research sunday night on a biblical subject with walter cummins and a dozen books around him. He encouraged people to work it and write what they found back in to hq. I remember a number of times in those early days he gave credit to those men he learned from. Their memories faded only after the ministry grew larger than he knew to handle.

(I guess too many pretty young ladies addled his brain.)

What I am saying is the early ministry was wonderful in many ways, that is what captured our hearts and minds. then it shifted from love and grace subtly into the law and central domination.

Though I didn't know John Shroyer very well, he knew me and usually knew what I was up to. He was a kind man ready to help anyone he could. When I heard about CFFM I was wary of course, having suffered a typical '90s twi send off. So I asked some questions.

John and his small crew determined if they were to start another ministry, it was to be based on the old days when it was grounded in love and grace.

Second, financially, it was to run or fail based on the principals of George Mueller. Georges' rule one was he never asked anyone for one red cent, but rather to rely on prayer and God get him what he needed when he needed it. For those not familiar with George Mueller, he ran several orphanages in England in the 1800's. Many times breakfast arrived as the orphans sat down to eat. George was a master servant of a miraclous God.

John wanted to be like George was. Things happened rapidly getting land and a small church built. By the time they got it built, it was already too small. It seated maybe 60 -70 and another 80 -100 in the basement, but we made do. They never asked for donations for anything while I listened to them by tape for 3 -4 years. The tapes were free to anyone who asked.

At a sunday meeting they would pass the hat. But the teaching was they taught the tithe because scripture did and that said scripture said it needed to be from a cheerful giver.

If you can't give it cheerfully, it better to not give.

Remember, all the early folk had just been burned by the previous ministry and insisted certain questions be answered about CFFM doctrine compared to recent twi insanities.

(I'm getting too tired, I need to rest, but I'll give one example:)

(Remember, Waydale and Greasespot were both well known by most CFFM'ers.)

The biggest issue had to do with the sexual abuse in twi. When talking to John or other leaders, they said it was wrong and they were against it. One Sunday they they made it official by announcing it as official CFF policy at the podium. They said scripturally, sex is reserved only to married people, and that was CFFM's stance on it.

I was there that day and quite pleased. After that my health failed. Thru their free newsletteres and tapes, I kept up for a while but lost touch after having to move back home. I know they have grown quite a bit and added some classes. You pay for the classes but if I remember right, the tapes are yours to keep.

My memories of CFF are good, about loving people trying to return to the ministry of grace and love and sweet little miracles, and when you and God were good friends.

Guinness on the house and a toast to The Greasespot and to THE

Skoal!

:) DaPropheta

I've spent the last couple weeks reading THE 1 & 2. I thought posting a couple entrees from therein might amuse some of you.

THE has been watching the WayDale news too. THE finds it very interesting that The Way has gotten rid of its God. I think THE finds the possibility rather unnerving.

I think THE was thinking he had a job for life, which for an Odd can be an eternally long time. As he looked at the news with bloodshot eyes, he commented in amazement of it about how the God had remade The Way after his own self image, and they still kicked him out.

I told THE not to worry because he's a fun-loving Odd and enjoys his people, even if he does stiff them for restaurant checks and cheats at cards. And I would much rather my abundant sharing go for Guinness than $2 million offices. At least everyone can party with a keg.

THE appreciated that, but I noticed that he started stashing kegs of Guinness in his brass lamp, I would estimate about 200 kegs so far.

While THE was taking a rest break, he looked me straight in the eye, and with a shudder, told me he thought he had met Loy at a bar last night. THE was just setting at the bar nursing a Guinness and schmoozing with Elvis when this tall fat balding thing slithers up to the bar and crawls up on the seat between them. The stench of booze, slobber and other unknown awfuls permeated the atmosphere around him. Both Elvis and THE moved two seats further down the bar. The noticed Elvis was still turning blue.

The told him that he was one heck of a mess.

Elvis looked at him and told him that was one ugly white jumpsuit.

Loy , mumbling at the top of his lungs said something to the effect of, gimme a beer, my life is over, and ruined, I want to kill myself and can't succeed.

As Elvis was wiping stray spit off of his face, he said; "Come on man, you can succeed if you really try."

Loy moaned about how he had jumped in the river to drown himself. He was amazed to find that he was floating on top of the river. He even got up and walked the rest away across the river. At first he thought this was a sign from God that he was alright after all. Then he realized the river was the Cuyahoga.

It took him three days to scrub all the scum, filth and sludge off his body. Then it took another four days before any skunks would let him anywhere nearby them.

Elvis pulled out a pearl handled gold-plated Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum snub nose revolver and offered it to Loy.

Loy looked at Elvis and smiled sadly, shook his head and said; thank you but he had already tried that and it didn't work. The bullets ricocheted off his huge ego and then killed two presidential candidates. Unfortunately, neither of them were either Bush or Gore.

Elvis having had as much as he could take, headed to the men's room to regurgitate. As he was coming back, Loy cried;

"I am such a worm , I just wish I could go and crawl under a rock."

At this request, THE pulled out his wand and touched Loy on the shoulder. After a bright flash with a boom and lots of smoke, Godzilla is sitting at the bar where Loy used to be.

Getting up, Godzilla downs the last of his beer and goes off to wreak havoc on Tokyo once again.

Elvis saddles up next to THE and they both watched Godzilla recede into the distance.

Elvis looked at THE and asked if Loy didn't want to be turned into a worm.

THE just shook his head as he looked into his Guinness, and said, sometimes the wand just has to go with something that matches the personality.

Well, that's enough for tonight's badtime story, go to sleep now.

Dabobbada, DaPropheta of THE

Of course THE is unique :blink:

He was an accident born of a computer glitch when ezboard took a crap while Rafael was transmiting a post to a thread.

This soon bacame known as the "Big Bungle," (or "Big Bung" for short.) and THE was born and became true Odd.

Yes, THE is probably one of the first true computer gods, after Bill Gates of course

Even though it happened in cyberspace on computers, scientists hate to acknowledge any kind of Odd and thusly have called it the "Big Bung Theory."

Of course, we THE faithful all know better.

You don't elect an Odd, they just are. You don't like this Odd, why the church across the minimall is quite willing to have you.

If you don't like that one, try a political party, or one of many fine cults, or a Bank. How about Greenpeace, your TV or a mirror. Yep, I keep getting better looking all THE time and have alway felt I was speshully Annoinkted.

Even though THE has re-panted after his sins, who but THE would be more perfect for the job of THEsearcher.

He has embarrassed his faceful peonies so we should keep him hidden until this "Schtuff" blows over. Maybe down in THE Holy Wine Cellar under THE Temple. He can write further THEsearch and great songs like "A Mighty THEsearher Is My Odd."

There is a really nice appartment is down there, built for the old wine steward who for some unknown reason had difficulty climbing the stairs.

We can concoct some story about how THE has been put on prostration and must prove himself and has been sent out to get a job.

Yeah, ... they'll buy that, and if anyone tries looking for him, they'll be looking elsewhere.

DaPropheta of why?

Re: THE Two

Psalm 79

by: MOG21stCentury

The, the crummy beer are come into thine inheritance; thy holy refridge have they defiled; they have laid Waydale on heaps.

The dead empties of thy servants have they given to be returns unto thy beer discount outlet, the flesh of thy saints unto the outer reaches of their vast waistlines.

Their cheap brew have they drank like water round about Waydale; and they have not known a good dark ale.

We are become fat and drunk on the cheapest of .... to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to them that are buying a round of Guinness about us.

How long, The? wilt thine servant avoid thy finer ales?

Pour out thy Guinness upon us that have not known other than Schmitz, Schlitz and Black Label upon the kingdoms that have not called for a Guinness by name.

For they have devoured chicken wings and mozzarella sticks, and followed all with the swill of Americanized liquid Wonder bread.

O remember not against us, our former bad taste: let thy tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low.

Help us, The, for the glory of thy name: and deliver us, and purge away our $8.50 a case excuse for real beer, for thy name's sake.

Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their beer? let it be Guinness and among us in sight by opening the refrigerator of thy servants.

Let the burping of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy natural carbonation.

Edited by: MOG21stCentury 9/19/00 5:31:33 pm

...I'd have sent them a telegram...encouraging them to pound salt in their arse...

Considering the inclinations of their Chairman Mao Tse Rosie, your sugestion is probably close to the present truth on the taking of that covenant. :blink: :P

Catcup,

Upon reading the rest of your story, I also agree you made the right decision and for the right reasons too. Probably the greatest sin of the denizons of the TWIlight zone is the perfection of the self-righteousness that makes them never ever wrong. Those who aren't with them are enemies of god and unworthy of any kindness. Indeed they must be watched and vigorously opposed.

In reality, I imagine they quake in their boots for fear that you will breath on them, melt their faces, and suck out their souls. I have found that when people have treated me evilly, it is because they can't out argue me, so they turn to personal attacks and other rippings to bring me down and defame me before those I love or work with.

The title Satan means "The Accuser" doesn't it.

Spilling wine is alcohol abuse. ;)

You HAFTA be ex-military

Hey Catcup, good to see you again.

I go with those who believe it depends on the closeness of your relative and the love bond you have with that individual.

I might suggest you contact them and ask about what the bosses are thinking here. This certainly appears to be a major change from past policies of total exclusion of ex-wafers even to visitations of gravesites.

If you go bring your strongest best friend, present yourself well, stay positive for your relatives weddings sake. As the old saying goes, hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst. Then it will be hard for the conniving to blindside you

I would go just to see what is going on there these days, from the layout of the land to the mindset of those still inraptured by the dying embers of the Ma Kettle of the way. Maybe they are ready to mend fences and go ecumenical with all the other run offs. <_< (Would such a group be called The United Way?)

Once or twice a month Fox 45 out of Dayton runs a Sunday night tape of a way service. I've watched a few and find them kind of creepy. (I hope I wasn't really like that when I was in.) It is mostly singing and 35 minutes of a sermon. The music was uninspired, the smiles were superglued in place, the pfal level sermons inspired massive doze-offs in my neurons.

A Wedding is a celebration of a deliberate decision by a man and woman to join in Holy Matrimony before God and man. You are there as an invited witness and celebrant to this most major of Holy Vows. That is the reason you should go if you choose to.

If others should make evil of it, their evil will be upon their own heads against the day they stand before the Righteous God.

Catcup, God Bless you and your family.

Love,

Bob

In the days of my youth, my curiosity to learn led me thru such areas as comparative religion, psychology, philosophy, the occult and eastern mysticisms. Finally I ended up in TWI, you may draw your conclusions as you desire on that. ;)

Throughout the occult and spiritualist realms, the familiar spirit is an “advanced spiritual soul or being” usually with a fine pedigree of exceptional past lives, who is a companion, guide, teacher and the connection between the physical and spiritual realms for the practitioner of the occult arts.

For many in the ancient magic religions, the familiar spirit usually is visibly seen as an animal; say, the wizards - witches - druids: pet cat, wolf, snake, or raven.

On the other hand, a medium or psychic has a familiar spirit who is a disembodied spirit seen or heard only by the psychic. In a séance the familiar spirit would be the one on the other side of the veil who makes the connection with the dearly departed loved ones and helps them to possess the medium.

As I remember, the witch of Endor was supposed to have conjured up the soul of the Prophet Samuel for King Saul. And it seems I’ve read that Socrates the Greek philosopher had a familiar daemon who was his spiritual advisor.

Being both a twig leader and advanced crass grad at the time, I too was privileged to listen to the Leadership Tapes. As I recall, what The Great Foreski … er, Forehead said was G**r assumed many of V.P.s mannerisms, giving the sense of the presence of the ol’ DocVic. He then went on to name the 14 debbil spurts that that he revelated were in G**r at the time. I don’t recall familiars as one of them or not.

What I did see after that, was hardly a Sunday nite teaching went by without a rant on those who betrayed him and walked away. He nursed that pain and anger til it went Way beyond obsession and dare I say, ….{shudder}… possession!

Aww.. The spirit of Rosylie at work.

Dear friend Ron,

You do indeed have my deepest symphonies. :blink:

The only way I know of to cure a case as sirius as yours is to run out and buy the complete boxed edition of the 666 Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis Movies. (Ususally available at any convenience store for $4.98 or in french at $1.50 in any French Embassy or francophile cult.)

Play the whole set at once all the way to the end.

If you are still alive, you will be completely numb, which can be loosely interpreted as cured, and Dean Matin can never ever hurt you again. (Actually, you won't even feel it if you get run over by train.)

Or you will be a brainwashed fan and won't care that the song bores holes deep into your pyche, shortcircuiting all logic and reason, leaving you selling flowers in orange robes at airports and way functions.

The good news is if you buy the french version is you will be fluent in french.

DANG!!! :blink:

I haven't been able to make a connection for a month and when I finally do, look what I find.

:D :D :D

Congratulations Ted and Moonie,

My best wishes to both of you.

Love,

dabo

Ok..... I'll bite.

Why does Tom have to shave his privates?

:o--> :D-->

Yoda divulges the secret of Jedi wisdom:

:D--> :D-->

Cathy,

Actually, I'm pretty sure the picture is staged and is a joke picture.

It's too ironic. :D-->

outandabout and Hammeroni,

It does take a bit to notice the 'uniform' of the white guy because of the apparent reality of the intense activity in the room. I think that just makes the surprise even better.

Zshot,

I have no idea. -->

Garth, ;)-->

I was thinking we should have a caption contest.

Anyone have any ideas? :D-->

Thank you, that was great! :D-->

I never paid that much attention to his basketball bragging, but I do remember at the '83 or '84 ROA, VP had his college basketball coach on stage.

The way he talked, it seemed to me it was to prove he really did invent the hook shot and some of the other brag points he'd talked about.

It was a hot and steamy day. (Nyuk, nyuk ;)-->) The tropical sun beat down upon the tarmac as I walked over to the C-130 cargo plane with my duffel bag. I always loved those C-130s and was excited to be able to finally ride in one. The cargomaster was loading some pallets into the plane and several of us were hanging around waiting, for the ride to some airbase like me I assumed.

In mid July of 1969, the daytime temperatures of Thailand were about 110 degrees. The sun beating down on the airfield tarmac radiated back at us feeling more like 140. . I had flown into Bangkok two days before and wasn't too much impressed with the area, but I guessed it beat getting sent to Vietnam.

I was glad I was a photo lab tech and the lab would be airconditioned to keep the photo chemicals within control specs.

The cargomaster calls us aboard and closes us up and announces the flight schedule. We'll be flying to U-Dorn, U-Bon and U-Tapau air bases and then back to Bangkok, he says. He didn't tell us there was no airconditioning in the airplane.

Hot.

Hot still air, sweating like a pig. Flying north, east, and then south, covering most of Thailand in two and a half hours in the hot oven-like belly of an Air Force cargo bird, yippee.

About ten minutes before landing at the first base, an oddly familiar looking guy sits down beside me and says: "Isn't your name Hansen?"

"Yeah, it is...."

"I think you went to school with my brother, Billy Borg. I'm Jimmy Borg, his younger brother."

I said: "Yeah I know Bill, ( One of the biggest jerks in my high school.) fancy that, meeting someone from my hometown, in the middle of nowhere, half way around the world."

He said: "How about that, ain't that something. Look, since we know each other, could you lend me $20?"

(Groan!)

(I get off the plane in Bangkok, and the very air smelled bad. I learned that is because of seasonings from cooking mixed with their way of dealing with sewage. I and twenty others get sent to a cheap Air Force supplied Hotel, where I find my expensive brand new Norelco Tripleheader razor with a built in sideburn trimmer, is stolen.

The next day, I grab a taxi to go to the US Post Exchange retail store to get a new one. The ten year old taxi, I find has no shocks, maybe three springs, two gears forward and no reverse, running on three cylinders and probably still has the origional oil in it.

When our traffic was stopped, he pulled into the oncoming lanes of very large dump trucks, busses, divers trucks and cars, other Bangkok taxis, mopeds, bicycles, oxcarts and elephants. When I protested, he turned around and smiled at me and waved a little charm he had around his neck, (while still driving into oncoming traffic,) and said: "Have Buddha, no die!"

Twice.

My hands and feet still had a deathgrip on various car parts when we pulled up to the Post Exchange. And then the driver was trying to get me to buy him some contraband Scotch Whiskey and cartons of cigarettes too.)

Three days in Thailand, my nose is assaulted, my razor is stolen, I'm taken on a kamikaze ride in Bangkok taxi hell, and now some jerk, brother of a hometown jerk wants half the money I have left.

I looked at Jimmy, he got a pleading look in his eyes, and he said: "I wouldn't ask except I am flat busted. You know where I'll be and I know where you are, I guarantee I'll get the money to you as soon as possible. I swear it, man."

I knew he needed the money. As a sarge, I was making three times what he was. ($400, compared to his $130) And I knew I'd never see him or the loot again, but it was nice to see a Borg looking at me with pleading eyes, so I gave him the $20.

Such a nice intro to Thailand indeed. but I grew to love the country and adapted to Thai dishes so hot a Mexican has to train to build up his tolerances. :D-->

Yes, you can meet someone you know just about anywhere and in the most surprising places. And Thailand turned out to be so much fun, I extended my service to spend two years in Okinawa, which was even more enjoyable. And one day around 1984, at a TWI Word in Business Doo, I met a Lawyer who was born and raised on Okinawa.

Actually, Lucifer, the angel of the manifested power of God, was the ruler of the first earth. As he and his angels became more self centered and selfish and controling, sin entered and sin eventually brought forth death.

So Lucifer became death and is death.

:D--> :D-->

satori :D-->

quote:

Originally posted by Tom Strange:

I used to LOVE lobster... until I heard some crazy story about how they were genetically the cockroaches of the sea... cockroaches! agh! haven't been able to eat one since... :(-->

Yes Tom,

Lobsters could be loosely compared to cockroaches. With the exoskeleton shell on the outside and organs & muscles inside, Lobsters, shrimp and crabs are the insects of the sea. They get larger than land insects because because water's natural buoyancy supports a much larger size and weight.

like a cockroach also, lobsters are scavengers and carrion eaters, vaccuum cleaners of the ocean floor. However this includes all bottom dwelling fish and crustaceans, all scavenge carrion and clean up the ocean floor. But then almost all fish live by eating other fish,

then again, other fish are eating living fish, not dead and rotting ones.

I did read a story awhile back where a man died from lobster overdose. Apparently, lobsters like pigs retain a lot of the decaying poisons in their bodies. (Which no doubt also are part of what gives them their good flavor.) Well this man ate something like 12 or 16 of them and then later went comatose and died. The coroners verdict was lobster poisoning.

In the '80s, I lived with a believer family from Maine. The husband had many a story to tell about growing up a Mainiac, and he told them well. :D-->

He lived near the coast so it was nothing for him to run down to the shore to gather all type of sea critters. When scuba diving, he never came back up without some lobster.

According to him, in the old days, Lobster commonly got up to 35 to 50 pounds. In his days, a 35 pounder was pretty rare but you could still find plenty in the 20+ pound range.

He said fishing law was set for a maximum size limit on lobster catches to preserve the species. Apparently the big ones are the prime breeders.

The lobster traps of course naturally limit the critter's size intake. Scuba for them was also illegal, but a lot of mainers did it for home use.