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In addition, it is more blessed to give than it is to receive (the Peshiita text reads "to give it up"). The leadership only had the womens' best interest at heart. A tree is known by its fruit. And I suppose the leaders were not trees ... So maybe OM, Johnheis and Mike? have a valid point ...

Look at all TWI did for us before you start pointing fingers. I cannot remember all the picnics that they put on during my maany maany years of involvment. Too many to count. And only half the time was I required to pay (sponsorship & ABS does not count as payment) ...

That convertable was not just a convertable, it was a convertable CHECKER, delivered directly out from among the Way fleet. Ole' Uncle Rubin gassed 'er up and did a spit-shine beforehand, sos she shined like a bald-man's head, or like Dave Bedard's head, standing at midnight out on the back fourty with a full moon, watching gleefully as we did our commando routine. Shine on me oh, shine on me ... Lo shanta, selah, pressed down, good seeded, and paul virgilio'd. Auxano - growth from the inside without compulsion. The life of the seed is within itself. Poor old Humpty Dumpty - all the strength of the kingdom couldn't be put him back together again. All life is spirit, but not all life is eternal life spirit. All sickness is death in-part or in-whole. It's HIS eyes behind MY eyes. All the women in the kingdom belonged to the King. I wonder what Elrod is doing these days ...

I agree with a lot of what Simon says. Two on this side, two on that side, JESUS in the midst ... Proof that Jesus smoked, if you just read what is written between the lines. This is why Jesus wept. Cig smoke in the eye, so sad-u-cee. You tell me what you think he did, and I'll be able to tell you how far you're going to go, metaphysically. I'd walk a mile for a camel ...

Congrats, Nika. You must be doing a great job; wish more teachers took more interest in our keeds ... Simon, just "root hog and die", both barrels blazin, let the rod of god do the talkin'. Those fair maidens will be saying, "Bring this Simon out to us, that we may know him!!". Just be cautious if'en thou come across a very young maiden, for instead of exhibiting exousia, thou shalt be exhaustia. And our beloves Sexie, thou art the dynamo that turned the 9th corps world upside down, which is really rightside up, 'cause we were kittywampus to begin with ... And thou, widowripper, consider thyself also, lest thou also be tempted ...

I wanted to bless the entire body, not just those of us in the 9th corps household ...

Sometimes it's hard for me to distinguish between being bored and feeling so foreign in those situations, like, "What the eff am I DOING HERE??". I remember during our wonderful corps nights, everyone sitting "top-floor Wierwille", hundreds of us, watching VP-IN-ME sitting at the desk in the front, picking at his teeth, sipping his "coffee", adjusting his glasses, letting out a hissing noise, like some panoramic vision was about to take place. Everyone's eye trained on the MOG. How stupid. Exie speaks the truth - I am em-bare-assed for us all. Well, I could tell you more, but Father says "Wierwille, shut up!!" ... Yeah, like he was privy to our innermost secrets. Which must be why he had us write "From birth to the corps".

Oh, yes. God hath reminded me of my 1st year in res, where I, along with a few other super-blessed corps, were blessed to be allowed to move the more than abundant life metal bed racks and springs from the pool in Allen gym to various locations on campus. I witnessed to those bed springs, asking God for much fertility to take place because of my effectual fervent prayer, except in the case where the springs supported non-married corps. That was hard for me to ask of God, to only allow married couples to get pregnant. Oh, crap!!! I just thought of something!!! I didn't specify that also, these married corps had to be married TO EACH OTHER !!! I wonder if ...

Quality - Job #1. I got to enter the chalet once ... only because I supposedly eff'd something up (which I didn't) & was in need of personal crucifiction, err, consolation, I mean, by the love of the man who spoke for God. Sure glad I contributed to this ediphus ...

Jus sos ya'll know I don't joke about everthin' I had one work assignment where for 2 weeks I did nothing all afternoon but brush the outside of Kenyon auditorium, which was made of some stone-like material, with a steel wired brush. And it wasn't even dirty or in need of cleaning, so I couldn't tell where I left off the day before. And guess who the father just blessed my socks off to be working with?? Good ile' Harve. Of course, back in those days, I called him Harvey. I just thank you father for just knowing how frail I am, father, as just a human, just thank you father for forgiving my lack of just respect and just recompense. These anal-retentive tasks all of us in the corps went through were very similar to "shadowing" the "leaders"; paying close attention to the slightest movement, the faintest inflection of their voice, for surely THEY were walking with God. And that distant look they got in their eyes, why, God Almighty MUST be shewing them the 7th heaven & earth (that, or they were concentrating on some cute corps gal who could show them the earthly 7th heaven - gee, I wonder how VP got that analogy ...).

You got eet, ex. Fatness for Loving. I had done forgat. And you are correct about our Bishop of the 9th. I really blessed Simonize has opened up and shared some of his beauteeful heart with us. Boring was listening to Lenny sharing in the sonlight room, or ANY room for that matter. I just wanted to git the EFF OUT !!! Let mah people go !!!!!!!!!!

By the Way, any 9th out there remember who it was that always yelled out "CORPS NIGHT !!!! WOO-HOO !!!!!" on the way up the sidewalk towards the VPWWOW library for corps night? One hint: He was "kidnapped" by Ted Patrick for deprogramming while we were in res. Another hint: Who was the fastest in the 12 decade test around the track, and later "earned the right" to "Lead" the aerobics program - what the h*** was the name of that program?? Devine design, Waymart, Reflections, Onward Christian dogSoldiers, ... Anyone ever cheat on their aerobics points?? You're cheating God ... I fell so short of the standard, I was bored with trying. Why, I was in such poor shape down here, I couldn't even get a delegation together ...

"Rolled around..."; etymologically derived from the greek words "rectumai" meaning "to roll like a rump roast on the 6th of May (May = MAYO, meaning mine, or only mine, keep your stinking fingers off, genesis of ownership and origin, pluperfect tense), and EK, meaning OUT, or To Lead Out, hence the transliteration according to abusage, "To roll away, roll away, roll away, all the burdens of mah heart, roll away, like moistened dung from a goose, separating itself out from among that which binds". Indeed Simon, much learning hath made us all mad ...

Hows about "Corps Night" ?? You have not experienced the pain of boredom until you have attended a corps night, from beginning to end, which means the hype beginning at breakfast, spoken lovingly of throughout the day, the rushing back to your room after a "supper" of one-half baked potato and some alien-looking side dish with 20 minutes to shower & get dressed for success, walk with feigned enthusiam to Wierwille library, climb the stairs and salley into your assigned, alphabetical order seat, sweating in your wonderful 100% wool suit (very practical for hot summer evenings), already fighting off yawning because you had "Bless Patrol" the night before, and wait for the magic show to begin, with Craig ranting & raving about something that didn't suit his godly fancy, then burst into a joyjul noise (song), followed by the grandest hype of our day and of our time, accolades to The Man of God, who sits, bemused by himself, looking out over his flock (or future prey), puffing on a Kool shortie and sipping the Drambuie disguised as hot, black coffee, 1/3 cup please Howard, till the cock crowed thrice. Then begins the labored and minute "dividing" of the scriptures with an occasional "UMGGH", to show how hard working up this teaching really was, while we servants to all merely had stayed awake for 2 days and worked most all of that time, ashamed we would even question how GREAT the MOG was, and how MUCH he loved us, and SERVED us, how GREAT a priveledge it was to be sitting at his cornhusker feet, listening the pearls of wisdom flow from his aqualung lips, and after this brief 3.5 hour ordeal, respond to some jackass's question "What blessed you MOST about that teaching??", to which I would mutter to myself, "The dismissal." This, my people, is boredom. If not for a number of good hearted, real people, this would have caused insanity.

It may be just dung to you, but it's the exterminator's bread and butter... Glo - Rie, Hal- lay- lou-ya !!!

Strange, Strange, thou art careful and troubled about maany things. YOU, sir, are one Power for A-bung-ant Ranger.

THE man of god for this our day and our time ... I thinks the way mythed it altogether.

Are you "Wayne" clapping??

Exie, remember the sarcastic saying we had back in those days, so maaany, maaany years ago; "I just wanted a class on the Bible ..." ? I just wanted a neat nametag. What a price I paid...

... and JUST when you needed the power ... it wasn't there ...

They had a plurality palace in Emporia called "Paps Place", the place for used bras. Corps nights were good for dressing your best to snooze to lose.

WordWoof, Mr. Hegotout gots more spirituality in his lil pinkie than that old boy will ever know. If you were tapped into the correct pipeline, you would know to think outside the 4 lines - are you limiting God??

No.

Miss you more Miss Sexie. "A real riot..." I just broke a tear over that statement. Such sincerity, such love, springing forth from the virgin Mother of the 9th corps thread, in whom we live and move and have our being. She knows who is standing, and who is not. She knows when you are sleeping, she knows when you're awake, she knows when you've been bad or good, so be good, for goodness sake. I wonder if Tic and TJ had to refrain from the watering of the shrubs at HQ during the SNS ... All this "spiritual protocol" reminds me of a picnic we had one of our first days in residense at Emporia. What a godly decision, to have an outdoor picnic behind Vaudeville library, wind gently blowing through our hair at 55 MPH, napkins and hamburger buns flying like Toto in the tornado, like a sunflower to the sun ... We had to be dain-bramaged, all except me & Ex ...

Siborg, we are ALL nameless before the father of lights (Zippo), with whom there is no variableness, neither shadow of churning. Did you take her to Peeps?? Now I lay me down to sleep ...