Corps Indoctrination: Twisted

[GeorgeStGeorge]

Oh my goodness. Are we the Pres of the USA or something???

The greatest leader is the greatest servant - so would this preparation be to make sure there were crowds of people who might be sick - perhaps so that they could be healed by touching the hem of his robe, or his shadow falling upon them?

More likely by spitting in their eyes!

George

[wrdsandwrks]

To claim cult status you have to have the mog in front.

Tom Brown came to HQ to run his school in Dec. of 80.

A few had gone to New J to take it before he came.

VP was at HQ at that time for a few days because it was during the

time the Christmas party was there.

It was a fun school. I was raised a very much out door kind of guy and

still love it to this day.

VP could go off at anything that took away from he being the head.

I guess JC had a time making his way in our lives.

VP would of and did knock him out of the lime light putting himself

and the word before him.

My hubby was charged with taking care of Tom Brown and his staff during this HQ tracker school. He observed "up close and personally" how VP reacted to having Tom Brown around.) He said VP was extremely jealous of Tom Brown. At the first dinner meal for the school which was served in the OSC, Tom Brown and his staff went and served themselves as soon as the food was set out (of course not knowing anything about HQ protocol.) VP was livid that he got his food before the MOG got his. VP reamed Tom Brown, "You think you're the Tracker, but you're nothing....", cursing at him and tearing into him. This was the 1st night of the school. Tom Brown's staff wanted him to leave after this, but TB was gracious enough to stay.

Another time during that school Tom Brown, who was a chain-smoker, lit a cigarette up in the BRC, while he was teaching his class. VP was so put out with TB because he was the only one allowed to smoke in the BRC.

They also hated the food at HQ and they were very grateful to hubby for making a "McDonald's run" for them.

[cinderpelt]

Normal people just don't behave like that!

Good for your hubby! Kinda reminds me of my hubby when I was 7 months pregnant and wrestling with indigestion all day. When it finally broke, I had a fierce craving for a Big Mac. It was 11:30 p.m., but he drove 25 miles round trip for it! For me!

~Cinder

[now I see]

Wow, it's terrible that corn field vic treated others that way, it makes you wonder how many countless others were the receivers of his spiteful tirades. What a charlatan. How blind and forgiving we all were for his inexcusable breeches of etiquette and love of God. We were all really deceived...

[TheHighWay]

Those Corps meetings and weekends.... they sukked! We didn't just attend them- we endured them. They were a necessary evil that came with signing up to be Korps.

While folks who didn't go to these meetings felt like they were lowly and not spiritual enough to handle what we were learning, we were being yelled at for not being spiritual enough and not able to handle what the MOGs wanted us to learn.

Dooj, that is by far the best summary of the situation I've ever heard!!!

[TheHighWay]

Vic loved to find "experts" in worldly fields and laud them to the sky, because he would follow that by saying that WE could do better because we had holy spirit and the rightly-divided Word of God, as given to us by the MOG and TWI. The whole thing was always intended to make Vic look better, not the 'worldly' expert!! That's why he would just go off the deep end when someone got a little too impressed with the guest.

[skyrider]

One more vivid incident comes to mind.....

Sitting in the OSC Dining Room during Corps Night [those transition years moving from the BRC and waiting for the Auditorium to be built]........where wierwille was going thru his "literal translations according to usage" in the Book of Romans. While most corps took notes furiously, there were others in the back who didn't take these meetings quite so serious or spiritual.

Anyways..........about an hour into the corps meeting, and this 6th corps guy is starting to nod off. Problem was..... he was near the front, somewhere near the fourth or fifth row, and in eye-shot of wierwille. Well, the nodding increased and the closed-eyelids-duration was becoming visibly evident. And, even though a couple of nearby corps tried to help this fellow stay awake.........it just wasn't meant to be.

And, then it happened......wierwille's eyes fixed on a NODDING, DOZING CORPS GRAD who had the audacity, and no spirituality, to sleep while wierwille taught from Romans!!! This "act of disrespect" demanded the most intense verbal lashing that wierwille could muster......and thus it was. Red-faced with anger, and neck-veins visible...... wierwille launched into this tirade to strip bare every thread of self-worth that this corps grad had. On and on the verbal lashing went........not 20 stripes, not 25 stripes, not 30 stripes, not 35 stripes........BUT 39 VICIOUS, VERBAL STRIPES.......just one short of total and utter demoralization.

Wierwille's anger could not be contained.....he went back stage and Craig came out as if *to tag-team* the effort some more. It was horrendous and awful and disgraceful. Man, in hindsight.....I wish that I'd stood up and yelled at the top of my lungs........SHUT THE FVCK UP AND LET HIM BE.

The corps guy was escorted from the room......and wierwille came back, after about 10 minutes, to finish his teaching. But we'd already SEEN his teaching and lifestyle......who needed to take more notes???

The next morning......word spread that the 6th Corps staff guy was fired and sent packing.

Need to add.......this corps guy, after seeking medical help awhile later, found out that he had a blood-sugar problem and he was treated for it. Prescription medicine helped him to not doze off. Guess wierwille nor martindale saw deep enough to HELP this guy.

Edited November 26, 2007 by skyrider

[Hooner]

That is so sad. I am dealing with issues of my own and I just keep telling myself, "It's not what the person says.....but how they live."

[Belle]

Here's one of my favorite corps stories, courtesy of Hope:

I've posted it before, so I won't write the whole thing again but... I got peed on... literally.

I found it in the archives...

Here's the whole lurid tale - the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent!

It happened sometime in our first week - during orientation classes we had in the chapel.

I was sitting on the end of the pew, another guy, (I'll call him Crusty) was to my right and Mr. Pee (no relation to Mr.P-Mosh) was to his right.

I felt something wet behind me and asked Crusty if he'd spilled some water or something. He very quietly whispered, "The guy next to me peed in his pants."

So I whispered back, "C'mon, really, did you spill something?"

He then gritted his teeth and whispered more forcefully, "The guy next to me just peed in his pants! Look!" He shifted his eyes towards his right.

I looked over Crusty at Mr. Pee and saw that the front of his WHITE pants was soaked... ugh.

I was wearing a coat sweater - remember those? It was GROSS!

Since I moved up towards the front of the pew when I first felt wet, the pee had by-passed me and went onto the floor next to me. A small puddle had formed.

Before I knew it, LCM had dismissed the class and Mr. Pee was GONE.

Then my Waybrain kicked in and I thought that perhaps there was something wrong with this guy. Maybe he was sick or had a bladder infection or something.Maybe I should minister to him!!

I went up to him in the lunch line and asked him if he was okay. I told him I'd been sitting near him in the chapel and wanted to know if he needed to be prayed for. He said (and I believe this is a quote), "No, I'm fine. I just didn't want to get up in the middle of Reverand Martindale's teaching."

I WANTED TO SCREAM!

I told him he'd have to use some of his allowance to get my sweater DRY CLEANED. He really thought I was nuts, that he had done the right thing. How bizarre was THAT???

I should have taken that as a sign, I mean - who gets PEED on the first week of the Corps????

Yikes!!!

BTW, he never gave me a nickel towards cleaning it. I think I washed the sweater in Woolite - but I can't recall ever wearing it again.

From the "You Might Be in a Cult if...." thread:

If you sit still in a church pew and someone sitting next to you has peed in their pants and it's running down the pew behind you, getting you full of pee, and you don't get up and beat the cr@p out of him.... you might be in a cult.

When you later ask this person if they're feeling okay or do they need to be ministered to because they peed in their pants and you figured they must have a bladder condition or something - instead of beating the cr@p out of them for getting your brand-new coat sweater full of their pee.... you might be in a cult.

When this person tells you that they're fine, that they just didn't want to get up during the MOG's teaching but peed in their pants instead -- not giving a d@mn about the consequences of their stupidity and all you do is ask them to have your sweater dry-cleaned rather than beat the crap out of them... you might be in a cult.

When this person tells you they don't have the money and can't you just wash it and you don't blow your stack, beat the cr@p out of him and leave him for dead... you just might be in a cult.

It's true - it happened to me and R*s*y F*r*l*nd during our Corps "orientation" in the chapel. I think we'd been in-rez for about a week or so.

Craig was teaching. I was sitting on the end of the pew, R*s*y was next to me and Mr. Pee was next to him. All of a sudden I felt something wet behind me. It was running down the curve in the pew and dripping on the floor next to me. I asked R*s*y if he spilled a glass of water. He very quietly whispered - "the guy next to me just peed in his pants". I said "C'mon, what is it. My sweater is wet." Again, he said, with a bit more of an inflection in his whisper, "the guy next to me just peed in his pants!". I looked over him to the guy sitting next to him and the front of his WHITE COTTON pants was soaking wet. It was just then that LCM ended his teaching and the guy got up and fled the chapel. Neither one of us could catch up to him.

When I saw him at lunch, I asked him if he was okay - was there something wrong with him and could I minister to him? He said, "No, I'm fine. I just didn't want to get up while Craig was teaching. It would have been rude."

I looked at him with amazement and said "YOU DIDN'T WANT TO GET UP? You ruined my sweater!! You're going to have to get it dry cleaned for me or I can never wear it again."

He told me he had NONE of his $30 allowance left and I could probably wash it out. I was at a total loss for words. Then I told him he'd better get it dry-cleaned for me. He shrugged and walked into the cafeteria. I never wore that sweater again.

I will say that even though I didn't go to any "higher-ups" - I did share the incident with everyone I knew - and I named names. If nothing else, I sorta made sure that no one would want to sit near him again! (what a bee-atch!).

[rhino]

The next morning......word spread that the 6th Corps staff guy was fired and sent packing.

Need to add.......this corps guy, after seeking medical help awhile later, found out that he had a blood-sugar problem and he was treated for it. Prescription medicine helped him to not doze off. Guess wierwille nor martindale saw deep enough to HELP this guy.

Well Skyrider, I think you are reading this wrong, and it is the first case of vp actually ministering healing to anyone that I have ever heard of ..

First vp got the guy out of servitude at hq ... then he put him in a position to get healed of his physcial ailment, by sending him away from twi ...

of course vp was acting out of ego, but in this case he really seems to have healed the guy ... twice :)

[skyrider]

Corps Indoctrination: TWISTED

Teaching after teaching after teaching on serving others...........YET, every day we saw the special serving and pampering TO the corps leadership. And, when wierwille came to the Emporia Campus..........the week-long preparation, the special treatment, the signs and banners that were newly-painted, the German dinners that wierwille especially liked, etc. etc. was a constant reminder that THE MAN ON TOP is revered.

Not being a quitter.......I vowed to stay in the corps until graduation. But, I also vowed to NOT BE LIKE WIERWILLE and, therein, be a servant to God's people.

And now.......when you look at twi, it's very telling to see HOW MANY corps coordinators had/have split from twi many years ago. Guess they, too, saw it as abit hypocritical.