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  1. Gosh, with all the unprecedented heartfelt public support I suddenly started getting, I'm advancing quickly into a pronounced stage of treacly false humility and sacharine modesty. And I am increasingly-optimistic my extravagently messy maudlin self-pity will finally get a fair hearing with people who know well how to fairly ooze with unsightly exaggerated sympathy that I so crave! Hmm....I wonder if I have time for all this? As a self-obsessed preening attention hog by nature, I think I do. Oakspear asked a perfectly reasonable-sounding question from a five senses standpoint, which I will deftly sidestep - since by now I have spiritually realized such cactus-like questions inherently have the quills of rude ego and grandiosity deflation. This must be what people mean when they say I "have grown since his earlier posts." I almost forgot - I have now have some of the top people working on the messier day to day issues like personal security and answering sticky questions evasively. That way I can maintain my deity-like distance above the mere tussling rabble. Love all you kids! You da best! (Blowing insincere Don Ho-type kisses and pointing wordlessly at Oakspear and Krysalis)
  2. At last! Some grudging praise, but praise nonetheless from Ex-10 and Steve! Some oblique recognition of my pained and tortured struggles, the endless succession of selfless sleepless days and nights, some recogniztion of my awesome gift to humanity ... ME! After having undergone and survived a brutal gauntlet of subtle but vicious threats, screechy catcalls, and thoroughly undeserved underappreciation, I detect some light, some hope at the end of this tunnel of personal heroic sacrifice! Ex-10 - that pharmacy-blond gum chawin' scold -is evidently cowed awestruck at my prowess and is finally left mute and spellbound! The roving wild dogs of five-senses scholasticism - Rafael and Jerry - have settled down to gnaw thoughtfully on the fresh meatbone of meekness and teachability! The muscular believers in physical intimidation and bodily mayhem - Sudo and Zixar - have laid down their wicked clubs of snide unbelief and proud doubt and nestled down lamblike in flacid philosophical exhaustion. And Garth and Cynic - keen worshippers at the polished marble mantle of high-falutin' rhetoric, both - have zipped a lip and pressed their greasy street urchin foreheads against the storewindow of a LIVE walkin' and jivetalkin' 2003 version of Joshua. So come one and all and scratch my heels and appreciation my talents as the Oracle of the Lost 100 hours..... Not that I have time for this, of course. [This message was edited by Larry P2 on February 08, 2003 at 10:23.] [This message was edited by Larry P2 on February 08, 2003 at 10:25.]
  3. I have been accused of overusing a cheap, manipulative literary devise to keep people tautly on the edge of their seats as I slowly parcel out crumbs of my work on the lost 100 hours of PFAL. Thus, I have been accused of promiscuously referring to my extraordinarily busy schedule dealing with matters of immense historical gravity. It is as though Saturn should be brusquely interrogated to explain itself to one of the minor moons of Pluto! Not that I would have the time to listen to it even if you people were to suddenly become teachable and meek, but I have no time for your thoughtless expressions of pity, even though at times I admit five senses-wise I fantasize the fulfillment of a great need. Somedays, it seems like my struggles against feelings of martyrdom is a losing cause. However, I heroically buck it up and go on, satisfied in the notion that someday I will be more appreciated. It might be after I die, and if so, just think how the heck BAD you all will feel then! How can you sleep at night knowing your failure to recognize and venerate a true modern-day prophet might have contributed to his early demise! In any case, I don't have the time to entertain such childish fantasies of posthumous revenge. I will just go away and die quietly and not let ANYONE in on my quiet suffering, although even I have difficulties silently enduring my heroic and stoic life. Like I have time for all this!
  4. I knew it....Spiritually I had my doubts about the validity of Sudo's veiled threat and the strong potential for eventual bodily injury. Although I have accepted the very real possibility of getting the living snot beaten out of me on occassion, given my extraordinarily-important work, it isn't like I go looking for it. It's par for the course, although I think I have gone to great lengths to avoid seeming a martyr. But cynic spelled out the very real danger I constantly face, and confirmed my original splash of Godly insight. Some days, given the terrible crush of time as I alone selflessly devote sleepless hours to this project, with nearly no gratitude from you unteachable ingrates, five senses wise I feel pretty darn unappreciated. But somehow I force myself to go on, knowing what a calamity for the world it would be if I quit. I could just cry right now, I feel so lonely and picked on. But right now, I don't have the time to allow those human emotions.
  5. Just when I thought my important destiny as the New Master Teacher was going on swimmingly, Sudo has to come in here and ruin the ambiance by muttering what I consider to be imminent threats of bodily harm. While all you lesser five senses-oriented folks might disagree his post amounts to even a colorable threat, spiritually I can sense it. Do you ingrates think I have time for this kind of baloney? Just when I had Rafael and JBarrax convinced to sit at my feet and humbly absorb retemorize my every word..... If you people think I have the time and energy to tolerate these distractions, you've got another thought coming. I could leave, you know. I could go and teach really meak people. So watch out, cuz I just might disappear and then what would you have? And then I have to waste my precious time arguing with a haughty, unmeak and unteachable WOMAN! How many times did Doctor instruct us that you can't believe one word a woman says? I'm getting to feel pretty unappreciated around here, when I have to lower myself into the rhetorical pigsty to debate a mere Hydrogen Peroxide Blond. After all I have selflessly tried to teach you ingrates about the missing 100 hours of PFAL, and the gratitude I get? Constant threats and not one ounce of appreciation! Not one bit! Like I have time for this! You people need to have your cognitives adjusted and honed, and I mean like quick.
  6. While I don't actually have the time to spar with a five-senses oriented pseudo-researcher like JBarrax, I do take his incredibly-subtle threats very seriously and refer him to my previous post wherein I easily held off an entire barroom full of vicious lesbians. People like Barrax and Rafael have put no effort into mastering the missing 100 hours of PFAL, and so I despair of gleaning methods of getting them to become teachable, to turn them into the type of meak students who will sit on the floor at my feet with adoring eyes lapping up every single word. And so while I shouldn't be wasting my time thinking up entertaining teaching methods just to get them to the point of accepting the validity of simple absorption and rote repetitive mastery of simple detail, I will take some time out from my incredibly busy schedule completely full of important meetings and other things of historical significance. So as long as we can keep this soap opera focused on the main subject - ME, of course - I might be convinced to stay around more. And my inner-VPW, which I have been getting very huggy and kissy with lately - is getting really really bummed by you people's non-diligent and non-salted study methods. Why should a Great Teacher such as myself have to pour my talent before such slackers? I'll provide some real answers to these questions by and by when I have some extra time.
  7. While I might well be exactly the type of person Rafael describes, I feel the best way to deal with his accusations is to dodge them, and refuse to see them until they are confirmed by the people I trust most: My most glassy-eyed committed followers. However, right now I don't have the time for such a distraction from my important mission and work. Cuz right now, I am being shocked and amazed by what I am reading on a ketchup-soiled restaurant napkin wherein Doctor clearly enunciated the basis for a full 100 hours of PFAL rather than the 30 hour Mini-me version most people assume is the correct one. It says: "30 hours of me.....GOOD! 100 hours of me.....EVEN BETTER!!!!" And so when I can find the time, I will eventually get around to addressing Rafael's comments.
  8. While I don't actually have the time to properly address the latest veiled threats of both Garth and Ex-10, which are on the same level as the most hideous inhumane tortures of the inquisition - rising to the level of the rack, the screw, the wheel and the lead boot - I find that I must redirect the energy of this thread back to its most important component..... ME, of course. Now Ex-10, think of all the wonderful contributions you could make to finding the missing 100 hours of PFAL rather than wasting it on being a ditzy, hydrogen peroxide blond and all the other devil spurit inspired travails. I'm about ready to release a one-minute segmant of tattered film strip from section 8, which I am having translated by a lipreader for Deaf people, since the sound has been inexplicably lost. I was hoping you and Garth would learn to participate in civilized debate, as Long Gone, Rafael and Zixar have recently learned to do. But I certainly don't have the time right now to teach you effectively.
  9. I don't have the time right now to properly refute Ex-10's very very subtle threat of physical harm - which is actually a very subtle and almost obscure implied reference to the tortures of the Inquisition. However, I alone was spiritually aware enough to pick up on those vibes. However, since ex-10's post veered away from the central issue in this thread - ME! for Gawd's Sake! - I will bring it back to task by relating yet another amazing find I just made in the missing 100 hour PFAL. WHen of course I find the time to do so. Not now though.
  10. I don't have the time right now to give Rafael's post a careful second or third parsing like it deserves, but I am relieved that he seems to have chosen the method of verbal debate to resolve our bitter dispute, rather than trying to scare me half out of my wits with threats of physical violence. I must say, Rafael, you people on this thread have been some of my worst students ever, worse than the Lesbians at the Butch Body Builder Biker Bar. Now back to the point of this thread: Me. In any case, I was astounded to notice that the garbage can lid graffiti supplied the third sentence of the 7.5 minutes of the missing 100 hour PFAL. "And." The "And" seems to have been lovingly and carefully inserted after another variations on the Maggie Muggins joke in session 7, which had it been carefully studied via several sleepless lights on the part of all you spiritually shiftless people, probably would have prevented the Fog Years. Yet both the "And" and the entire "Maggie Muggins" joke was removed by the careless five-senses oriented film crew. Do you see now why Doctor was always whining and complaining? More than 70 hours of his beloved PFAL were snipped out without consulting with him first. And Rafael, how many hours have you spent on the actual "PFAL Errors" thread? ANd how much time have you spent on the missing 100 hours of PFAL? ANd yet you stand there with a straight face and accuse Doctor of error, when all the man's wonderful consistency was left on the cutting room floor. This is just a small taste of the revealed and wondrous Word of Weirwille I am eager to teach you recalcitrant students. And right now, I just don't have time to apply the necessary committment to mastery and attention to detail the missing "And" and the Maggie Muggins joke deserves.
  11. I do not have the time right now to respond fully to Long Gone's post and will largely skip over the actual content of it while formulating my limited response. You claim you "spent 29 sleepless hours" going over this thread? Heck, I spent 15 years chasing seagulls, getting battered by lesbians with mustaches, fighting with drunks over a half-rotten cantaloupe and worrying about having my skull dented by Zixar's baseball bat and the unknown intentions of Rafael's veiled threats. Heck, in piecing together the lost 100 hour PFAL, I have spent 29 sleepless hours in just one 24 hour period!And so I have concluded that Long Gone's basic problem is his/her inability or unwillingness to master the assorted 8 mm film scraps, hastily jotted handwritten notes on restaurant napkins, and graffiti carefully copied from the garbage can lids at Emporia College. So far, I've lovingly pieced together approximately 7.5 minutes of additional PFAL film. Only 69 hours and 52.5 minutes left to go. And while I don't have the time to delve into it further right now, I detect an implied threat in Long Gone's profound interest in two instances wherein I got the "boot." Later on, I'll explain the underlying meaning behind the correct usage of "boot" in both contexts. But not right now.
  12. Zixar, If you meant for that the frighten me, well it didn't work. And while I don't have enough time to respond to your assertion that you don't have time to write in more than monosyllables, I want to relay the story to you how I decided to start moving the word of the 100 hours of missing PFAL. I was driving by a Lesbian body-builder biker Bar, and from a five-senses standpoint it wasn't a promising place to reveal the hidden truths I had barely snatched from a horde of seagulls earlier that day. I was, in fact, still covered with Seagull poo. Spiritually, I knew it was hostile territory so from a five senses point of view, I left the car running just in case. So buddy, you think your implied threat of Hmmmph is gonna cause my nuts to jump into my body cavity, you've another thought coming. Couple of the Dykier looking Lesbos were quietly sucking down their brews when I walked in, they gave me the evil eye which isn't anything unusual from either a spiritual or a five senses standpoint. So's I start relaying my recent discovery of the Real PFAL and the next thing I knew a 6-5 300 pound shave-head bull with pierced nipples and a mustache kicks me right in the kidneys so hard I immediately crash to the floor. As I am vainly attempting to suck in air, cuz she's gotten me squashed under her thick leather boots pressing the air out; she hollers out "Let's make Bible Boy into a Girl!" Next thing I knew, the rest of them were walloping me up side the head and back with table legs until I was beat to within an inch of my life. I should really be spending time mastering the lost 100 hours of PFAL instead of defending myself from all these muttered threats. I thought you people would at least have an open mind, but all I have gotten here is threats, rather that sticking to the subject. Not that it scares me, I am used to it. I've been scared in many places a lot more than this. I only have time for people who are devoted to mastery. You people are completely five-senses oriented, so spiritually I don't have time right now to go into it more.
  13. Zixar, Your thinly-veiled threats of actual or attempted bodily mayhem are not conducive to an honest and open discussion of what I have been discussing. And placing those five senses polling results - if it was meant to disuade me from going on and on about the lost 100 hour PFAL - isn't going to work any better than you saying that you wished you could dent my skull with your Babe Ruth autographed baseball bat. While you didn't actually make that threat, from a spiritual standpoint, I could sense it. Do you think I have time to debate somone that is only interested in arguing from the standpoint of brute physical force? I think not. Maybe you just can't handle what I have presented. Maybe you are just spritually weak. Now while I don't have time to address the issues raised in your last post any more than the points raised in anybody else's posts in spite of the fact that I have been repeatedly caught insisting that I will.....umm....er...Where was I? Oh.....Yeah....... Mastery. I and only I am mastering the lost 100 hours of PFAL, the outtakes and stuff that was left on the cutting room floor, with many of the original notes which are far more reliable indicators of Doctor's actual thought processes than what went into the tepid 30 hour end product - edited by five senses oriented videographers and film technicians. Anyway, I don't have time to go any further with this or respond to anyone's posts right at this time, since my important work with the lost 100 hours of PFAL takes high precedence and makes me so awfully important to boot.
  14. I will eventially address Rafael's thinly-veiled threats of physical violence to my last point and also some of the incidents that Orange Cat refers to (He is, of course incorrect). I will also address Zixar's poll summary, and the spiritual implications of polling that Doctor discussed in one of his last "hidden" teachings. But right now I don't have the time and I really need to talk about something far more important. Myself. I'm not much, but I'm all I think about. And today, I have to express the wonderful excitement I experienced when I heroically managed to singlehandedly save some photocopied original PFAL notes that would have been used had Doctor's wishes for a 100 hour PFAL been heeded. I met with a seedy-looking character down at the Venice Beach, and forked over the last part of my remaining 401-K so for the rest of the month I will be subsisting on cat food. But in return, I got the precious notes that PROVE the original intent of the Teacher for a full 100 hours of PFAL. Is there any doubt a wonderful 100-hour long PFAL would have saved TWI? I think there is no doubt.... Anyhoo, as he was handing me the treasured sheafs in Doctor's original longhand, a sudden gust of wind blew them out towards the ocean. I scrambled to save these irreplaceable treasures and just as I lunged for the last page, a Seagull apparently mistook it for something edible. He landed down the beach and soon the paper was surrounded by an entire flock, tearing at it viciously, pecking at it like the Debil Spurt infected birds that they are. I plunged into the middle of them and tossed myself on the paper, saving it from certain destruction all the while being pecked and dive bombed (EWWWWWWwwwwwww.....those white streaks look awful on my new blazer). Anyway, I don't have time to address the many points that have been raised in opposition to my contentions, and I'll make a serious attempt eventually to respond.
  15. Since I really don't have the time right now to directly deal with any of the comments that have been made since my last post, let me direct your attention to a project that has consumed me for at least 15 years. How many of you have spent time gazing at, and analyzing and retemorizing the "outtakes" from the original PFAL film? Did you know that there was over 100 hours of film that was edited down to a niggardly 30 hours of finished PFAL? This is what I meant by the forgotten PFAL, which Rafael so snidely dismissed with his term of "unremembrance," which of course I can find nowhere mentioned in my precious collection of film snippets. Through great personal hardship - I once got soundly beaten to a bloody pulp rummaging through a dumpster searching for minute film shards when an angry drunk mistakingly thought I was after half a rotten cantelope; and another time I was apprehended and repeatedly maced and kicked in the nuts after I crawled through the window of the home of an ex-way leader who I suspected possessed the outtakes from session 4 - I have concluded that the outtakes could have saved TWI and all of us oldtimers from LCM's spitting attacks. I have to go now, I wish I had more time to explicate more fully on these wonderful film snippets and I will get back to you as soon as possible.
  16. I really don't have the time to directly address some of the issues raised by Rafael and Ex-10, so I will simply ignore their points for the time being (the way one ignores lowly sea bass while one is chundering for halibut). Had Rafael spent even one fifth of the time memorizing and absorbing PFAL word for word - including every facial grimace and hand gesture pattern - that he has in learning smarty-pants words like "unremembrance" we would be somewhere today. Rather than deluding yourself with all that showoff knowledge of Greek syntax, you could have been using your time productively studying the way Docvic dealt with his nasal polyps issue by popping his nose by laying his hand on the side of it. Have you done what was decreed by Doctor in 1956, 1961, 1977, and at 8:33 pm on January 8, 1984 when in a memorable and important occurance, Docvic stated that memorization of the second session of PFAL, particularly his absent-minded intonation of the Maggie Muggins joke, could save TWI from Craig Martindale's incoming reign of terror? And I have even less time to address Ex-10's flighty female forgetfulness. Had she spent even five minutes analyzing the wonderful and important and significant way Doc described the only correct way to hold the can opener ("palm open, thumb on can side, slow and even strokes") and stir the soup ("clockwise, but occassional sweeps through the pot's center and once or twice dredging up the vegetables from the bottom to prevent scorching") in Passage of the Old Poop, wouldn't she have become as adept a housewife as Chris Geer? How soon has she forgotten all the Godly advice Doc Vic gave to benefit the pure and chaste station of the Godly, salted woman? So anyway, I have to rush off now, and I really didn't have the time to address either one of you at this point. But I will get back to you eventually.
  17. Ex, that's a no-brainer. Given your fact pattern, you are referring to a forgotten teaching. Which requires you to enter into the Rafaelian darkling plain of "interpretational" versus "actual." Was it a forgotten teaching because it was overall merely a forgettable teaching, or did Ex-10 forget the teaching because she is forgetful?
  18. I might be interested in the REAL hidden teachings of Mr. Weirwille, as opposed to the "hidden" teachings that Mike has actually found. Which lends itself to splitting metaphors on the horns of the following dilemna: Is it still classified as a "hidden" teaching if somebody actually finds it? Or if it is in fact "found," does it properly become merely a "forgotten" teaching rather than a "hidden" one? Does this classificatory schemata lend itself to a Rafaelian dichotemy of "actual" versus "interpretational?" In otherwords, is a teaching a "hidden" or "forgotten" one dependant upon one's analytical distance and philosophical chilliness? Therefore, the poll for the sake of clarity should distinguish between "hidden" and "forgotten" teachings.
  19. Ya know, I gotta share something on here..... I do not think any of Mr. Weirwille's sexual activities with followers were remotely consensual. I say that because I personally knew one example of a woman who I now truly believe was possibly sexually abused by the Old Grifter or other higher ups in TWI. Man, was she screwed up..... She was in the Corps and our first Twig leader. She worked partime as a bartender while she was getting enough people together for the first "class." That's where my roomate and I met her. She said she was an ordained minister which I thought was something else, working as a bartender. I thought "Great" a minister that luvs booze the way I did. Which at the time was my primary interest in life! Anyway, after the first night we met her, I could tell my roomate and her were hitting it off fast so I left them in the bar. He regaled me the next morning with his tale of doing the nasty on the pool table after closing. I thought Hmmmm "A boozer AND a slut.....kinda strange combo for a minister, but oh well, at least this is a Bible Study where I can drink all the beer I want." Well my roomate's flings usually lasted about a week, and so did this one, although they both did move into the local huge TWI house with several other waybots. About that time I had my motorcycle accident and was pretty tore up physically, and went back to mom's house to recooperate. I don't remember exactly why the TWI household disinigrated, other than a bunch of single people living together like that tends to be by nature a pretty unstable living arrangment. Anyhew, when it all split up, I moved back to my own house and my roomate moved back in with his flocks of girlfriends. She used to bundle me up in her car, crutches and all and take me for long drives through the country-side. She seemed really upset about her situation with TWI, apparently it wasn't going so well (The Limb Leader told me later she was ousted for some reason which I do not remember). I didn't understand the politics of it at all, but once in awhile we would stop and be looking at some of the beautiful vistas and she would just sob. She wouldn't tell me what was going on, and I always assumed it musta been really complex on many different levels. You know, female stuff. See, I am totally dense about such things. I am always the last person who figures out what is REALLY going on. Particularly when it comes to women, plus I think she was really worried about the effect anything she might divulge would have on my recooperation process. She would drive me in for my frequent blood transfusions, so she well knew how physically fragile I was. She did express terrible remorse and terribly regretted the way she had carried on sexually with my roomate and some of the other Twig guys. I don't think she was at all naturally that kind of a woman. In fact, when she was around me she seemed to revert to being really shy, inexperienced and vulnerable and with my painful shyness around women and me focusing on my terrible physical injuries and loss of energy this was a combination that was doomed to stay a purely platonic freindship. She kept that famous picture of Weirwille on his motorcycle next to her bed and I caught her crying several times when I hobbled through there to use the bathroom. When she looked at that picture, the corners of her mouth would get really tight. Her eyes were bright with hatred. She tried to hide it, but she didn't do a very good job of it. She appeared very angry whenever someone would even mention the photo. There was some sort of trauma there I never got to the bottom of. But then again, I am pretty dumb about such things.
  20. Yeah, but Plot, can't you see the point of TWI's critism? Here you invest all this time and niceness in people and you most likely won't extract any money out of them. In addition, you probably won't get any sympathy from them either since you probably won't tell them how the denominations are always picking on you and so on. And visiting sick shutins, how's that supposed to meet your needs? Sheesh, what kind of minister ARE you anyway?
  21. Gosh Erik, I wept as I read your sound and godly reproof. I will strenuously take it to heart, and follow your example to become a better man. If you have any other revelations on my faults and BIble verses that I can use to correct my errant ways, I sure hope you won't hesitate to post them.
  22. You might wanna read Catcup's last post over on the "VPW was a believer" thread. Think about what happened to her sister, and all the reasons she kept silent about VPW's sexual aggression until Catcup and the rest of the family left TWI. It's very easy to understand why it wasn't discussed until the Age of the Internet. Unless you think Catcup's sister should have published a book about it? Would you have fronted the money to have it published? And Watered Garden, would YOU have supported a woman in a lawsuit against VPW in 1980? How about 1984, or would you have felt guilty about picking on "an old, sick man?" Would YOU have testified in Court against VPW on her behalf? Would Catcup have supported her sister in her allegations against VPW? What about if her sister decided to sue the Old Grifter? I didn't think so. PS: Remember that oh-so-convenient doctrine about not taking your problems with another believer to court? Gosh, that couldn't have been totally out of self-interest for VPW to have taught that, could it? [This message was edited by Larry P2 on January 29, 2003 at 6:37.]
  23. Watered Garden, You've of course heard of famous Biblical concepts such as "The Lockbox" and "Spiritual Maturity," haven't you? As in, "You'll keep our little tryst in the Lockbox, just in case your husband isn't spiritually mature enough to handle it, won't you?" In addition, if a woman DID try to talk about VPW's unvarnished sexual evil, who would most, if not all Weirwillians believe? A Devil Possessed Whore? versus "The Unrivaled Spiritual Stud Muffin for the 21st Century?" And don't you find it quite intriguing that so many ex-TWI "leaders" courageously discovered enough ethical integrity to discuss VPW's widespread sexual perversions only after they were fired? If they knew about it before they were fired, why do you suppose they kept their mouths shut? And why do you suppose VPW deliberately scuttled TWi with the Passage of the Old Poop rant? Could it have been a last ditch effort to prevent the revealing of his evil? After all, he wasn't enough of a profit to predict the Age of the Internet, was he?
  24. Goey, I was busier than a one-legged man in an a$$-kicking contest working your last post, I literally put my shoulder to the oar and my nose to the grindstone in intense furrow-browed thought and......and.......and... I had something really profound and important to say, but for the life of me, I can't recall what the heck it was....
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