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My Father, my daddy and me

Posted by Janis Lang Johnson on May 3, 2008 at 3:30pm
God waited a long time for me to be born. So did my earthly father.After both my parents had fallen asleep, it fell on me to go through all their belongings. One of the most treasured items I found is my father's mothers Bible. She had notes all through it. I could tell she loved to read it, loved to spend time in there and she also put a few of her hearts desires in the margins. One of which was a prayer on behalf of my father as he always wanted to have a daughter. She fell asleep in the late 1940's, she didn't see the answer to that prayer came on August 24, 1959 at 4:03pm central time. That is when I was born.My parents had very high hopes for me. In some ways I bitterly disappointed them, particularly my mother. All my father wanted was for me to do the best I could and like what I did with my life.My favorite times with my daddy was on Saturdays when he tinkered with the family cars. He loved cars, trains, motorcycles, and airplanes. Anything with an engine fascinated him. It was all new back in 1915 when he was born and he loved the whole idea. On Saturdays he would check the oil, the water, the tires, the belts and get in the engine compartment and fiddle around. My brothers weren't interested in that but I sure was. Anything my dad did, I did too. So I learned the parts of a car, the tools to use, how to change the oil, check the plugs, radiator, all that. Useful information to this day. After he was done, we'd go for a drive. In the back the never ending chorus of faster daddy faster came from Gary and I. My mother, hmmm not so much. He would fly. We had a Simca (sp) and a couple of coupe's that would haul boogie down the backroads of Hwy 41. Yes, THAT Hwy 41. (Ramblin Man).I believe I was born again around the age of five. I remember a kindergarten teacher reading to us about Jesus and I believed every word I heard. I often wondered why my father never went to church with us. I asked him when I was older. He was raised a Seventh Day Adventist and they had church on Saturday. He had to give up all sports for church and he couldn't stand fish which those people ate every Friday. So when he turned 18 he told his mother he wasn't going back. He didn't think God cared if he ate fish or not, and what was wrong with football. He could not believe that God would take the joys out of life. So he sent out to find God his own way. To my father, being alone on a pristine golf course to think, pray and ponder was as close as he could get. He often golfed alone.At 13 I got involved with a group from school, Campus Crusade for Christ. They are trinitarians and were trying to force it down my throat. One night, my father picked me up and that stuff bothered me so much I asked him about it. He pulled the car off the road and was quiet for a minute. Then he said, you have got to believe Jesus Christ was a man, he was born a man, he lived a man and he died a man. You gotta believe that. He was accentuating his point by hitting the steering wheel and I saw a tear streaming down his cheek. I had never seen my dad cry before and it hit my heart to the end that I believed my earthly father over what these people said to me. For that I am truly thankful.At 24, I chose to go into a Christian Leadership Training program, that those of us know as The Way Corps. I needed $4300 for tuition. My dependence on my dad had switched from my earthly father to relying on my Heavenly Father as my source for knowledge, love, support, and yes for food, clothing, and tuition. I asked my Heavenly Father how to get the money, as the spiritual partner thing seemed too chancy for my taste. He said to ask my father. So I did. I was logical, straightforward, but telling him how much it would mean to me as I wanted to serve God. All he said to me was yes, I never saw the money. He mailed it to Emporia. However, when I got to Emporia, on my bed was a note telling me to go to finance. So I did. I was told my father's check bounced. I laughed so loud and hard they must have thought I was nuts. Folks, my parents were loaded. So I used the phone to call my dad, who laughed too, and said lemmee talk to that Wierwille fella. I told him he was in Ohio, and I am in Kansas, he says put the financial people on the phone. Two minutes later they said he is sending another check. I asked what happened, they said he grabbed the wrong checkbook and wrote it on an account he had closed. He also said he would send extra for you to open a bank account for things you might need. I said ok. And it was done. My tuition was paid in full. And my $30 allowance.I was free of financial problems to be able to concentrate on what I was there for. For God to teach me. And He did. My earthly father sent enough for not only my $30 a month allowance, but enough so that I could help other people too. That blessed me.I was DFAC in October of my interim year. It was a right decision. John Townsend was loving, very loving, concerned about every heart involved, I always respected him for that. But, my father was so disappointed in me in "failing" he would not allow me to go home. So I spent two years estranged from my earthly father. It was hard. He wouldn't speak to me. But my fellowship with God continued to grow, as it does to this day. I trust God, He will not let me down. If I ask according to His Word, He will take care of it.In 1986 I almost back went into residence, changed my mind and decided to go WOW again. I loved being a WOW, I totally relied on God, from who I was going to be with and I never really cared where I went. Except for this time. I knew my daddy was close to the end of his life and I asked if I could be near them. So, Susan Pavlica, Chris Yetter and Melody Leffler and I left the Rock in Susan's car for Clearwater Florida. Only eight hours from my parents and dying or not, my daddy loved to drive. It was close enough.....They came down to see us in January. My daddy and I had had some talks through the year and cleared the air of my past misconduct. He met my boss at the drycleaners ( I loved that job) they genuinely liked each other. My mom loved my sisters and our house. It was a great time and I am very thankful I got to see them.In late July as we were winding up our year, we had a bunch of people over playing Pictionary of all things...(typical) and the phone rang, it was always for Susan or Chris so I didn't pay any attention, til Susan came to get me. It's your mom. The whole house got quiet. I remember talking to my mom and her telling me my daddy was in a coma. That's all I remember, except for a house full of people surrounding me in the kitchen. Praise God for family.I called my boss on Monday on his cell (golf course) and asked if I could use the work phone to call the hospital, he said fine, hurry, so I did. And once I got patched into his room a nurse answered. My heart sunk. I asked if he was awake, she said yes, and who is calling, I said his daughter, and she said he was expecting you and put him on the phone. Everything I had ever wanted to say to my father came rushing out. I knew this was our last talk ever until the return, and I wanted no regrets, not with my daddy. After all that, I heard what I realized later he had never said before. It was understood. I never questioned it, not ever in 27 years had I ever doubted it. He said he loved me. He said he forgave me for everything and said to keep on the path I was on, that I was doing fine. Then the nurse took the phone. My mom called that night and asked me how I knew to call when I did as he was only awake about 25 minutes. She was always clueless about spiritual matters. He went back into a coma quite soon after I called. That was a Monday. That Friday, July 31, 1987, my father fell asleep.My Heavenly Father made sure I heard the last words my daddy would ever say to me. Because our Heavenly Father loves us and wants us blessed. My whole life with God has been that way. Anything I have needed, God supplies. Anything my heart needs to know, God makes sure I find out. Everything His Word says will come to pass is going to come to pass.I am very thankful for my earthly father, he always took care of me, we had all we could possibly need, he taught me right from wrong and at one critical moment persuaded me to go God's way instead of man's. And taught me how to laugh in the most horrible of situations."Always find the funny, it helps you get past it." JGLI am also thankful I will see my earthly father again when Christ returns.I am even more thankful that my Heavenly Father will never die, and I will never be separated from Him. I am so thankful God is more perfect, more resourceful, more intelligent, more quickwitted and more of everything my daddy ever was.
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Spiritual perception of our Culture

Posted by Rev. Joe Pasquella on May 3, 2008 at 1:25am
Lately I have been studying and writing a lot regarding moral norms. Since the so called Enlightenment of France, the new Religion of Secular-Humanism-Relativism has become the norm for the Western World. No longer is Objective Truth which comes from The Holy Scriptures,considered the moral compass, of want is right or wrong, what is acceptable in society or not.It is my belief that in the near future we will someday see laws that make religious freedom impossible as we have leaned to enjoy in the last couple of Centuries. Already there are laws and proposed laws in some Western Countries that would make the mention of certain sins hate crimes, if spoken even in Church by a Minster of the Gospel. This is a sad affair for Europeans and the countries that came from her, such as the USA, Canada, Australia, etc...If one does a survey and asked people how important is faith and God in their lives, the majority of people in the USA would say, very important. Yet we seem to live in a dualistic way. I was remember my early days of witnessing for Christ . I was truly taken back when people would repeat certain well know, and accepted phrases...such as: Never talk about Religion or Politics. Ha! these same people are not shy about talking about politics at all. I know from over 30 yrs of being a Master Barber what people in general talk about. They are not private about their views of Political Correct topics, who they want to run for a political office, in complaining about the president..etc. etc...Yet talk about Jesus Christ (unless the name is used in a curse word-which then, its acceptable), and you are reprimanded for the very notion of talking about your faith in public. "My faith is personal and private". Or "I don't let my personal faith interfere with my Political Party's Views". I believe that such a notion is false. If one truly believes something with all their heart, these beliefs surly dictate one's thought patterns, governs one's behavior, and informs one's Political decisions. If not, then such professed faith must be false, just lip service.Well, that's it for today...I have to get busy...have to travel a couple of hours to preach today.God bless.Joe
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How to Blog

Posted by DonnaJo (Langford) Dembinski on April 13, 2008 at 1:17pm
OK. I've written in myspace, I have blogged in facebook, on this site, and in blogger. I want to learn how to be able to blog once and have it go everywhere.You are welcome to take the journey with me.In my quest to find blog peace the first place I looked was "help"Myspace help isn't any. At all. Blog isn't in the help section, and if you go to the blog page the help there goes to the main help page.Google's Blogger had more help.http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=42662It taught me how to change my site feedings… didn't know sites were hungry, didgya?Ok- one hour later… and you wonder why I don't blog more often… my head hurts and the room is spinning. I now have a membership with feedburner, and have tried to explore the website of http://blogging.nitecruzr.net/2007/07/what-is-my-blog-site-feed.html"The Real Blogger Status" and am no more full of understanding than before I began.I thought I was going to get some help with new Google blogger videos on yourtube, but they only show a video of how to set up a blog.Still questing! Stay Tuned!
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Samaqyazeel

Posted by Michel Archer on April 7, 2008 at 4:19pm
My friend at Perpetual Magazine asked me for a story, so I wrote this. In honor of my re-found friends here I have the main character climbing th El Capitan Mountain range. And if it sounds like I've been reading Paddy Heron's Pyramid of the Apocalypse, that would be a 'Yes!'Samaqyazeel"You have been in heaven, but all the mysteries had not yet been revealed to you, and you knew worthless ones, and these in the hardness of your hearts you have made known to the women, and through these mysteries women and men work much evil on earth."Say to them therefore: "You have no peace."'Enoch 16:3, 4Henri squinted as he gazed across the New Mexican desert. The El Capitan Mountain range stood holding back the light of a sinking sun. Henri tugged the brim of his hat down to help keep it’s dying rays out of his eyes. He would be heading that direction, all the way to the mountain top.Henri straightened his shoulders, adjusted the small bed roll on his back and took a swig from his canteen. He put one foot in front of the other. No one said he had to, but Henri felt walking the distance was important. He had to give in order to receive.The signs were clear, the knowledge from his teachers, invaluable. If he did not falter and showed no fear, by tonight he would be in the presence of an Ascended Master.He pictured his earthly master, Jean-Pierre, as he leaned over the Ouija board, his entire body quaking with realization.“Mon Dieu! Henri!” Master Jean Pierre paled as he pushed his white hair away from his face. “He is not in the Arabian desert! The spirits tell me he is to be found in America! In New Mexico. Go to him! You know his name! If you speak it, he will do your bidding,” Master Jean Pierre’s eye’s fairly glowed with excitement. “He will make you powerful!”Henri’s long strides kept him on a steady course.Power, oui. How he needed, craved power! Many had scorned Master Jean-Pierre.Others ridiculed his own writings and his descriptions of the strength and greatness of the Ascended Masters. Fools! To doubt their existence was clearly an act of insanity.But tonight he would pledge his loyalty, his body and very soul to the god Samaqyazeel and all mocking would end.An hour passed. Henri began his climb of El Capitan with legs heavy as lead.All is well, all is well, he told himself. I must come to the end of myself. There must be nothing of me left and then the Master will rebuild.He picked up one foot and put it down, then another.Henri! Come! It is time for church!Henri looked about. The memory was so clear he half expected to see his father beckoning him to climb into the family car.Church, he scoffed. There lay the weakness of all mankind. When his mother died, did God give her back? No. When his father’s business failed, did God give them money? Not at all.“Those days are done!” he cried in the darkening woods. His breathing deepened. His legs felt on fire. The moon would rise soon and his way would be clear.The ground beneath him slanted ever upward. “…Keep…keep…going…“ he gasped.Two more hours past and he kept climbing. The woods with its mountain side evergreens gave way to fields of skree, loose rock waiting to slide out from under him. Henri feared if he stumbled here the incline was so steep, it could be a fatal fall. He planted his feet and took another drink.Breathing heavily he kept telling himself, “Almost there, almost there…” At last he stood below the summit and stared out across the vista. Brilliant stars throbbed overhead and through out the mountains coyotes began to howl. Far below, the foothills resembled a black, rolling sea.Henri leaned heavily against the rock face and longed to lie down. Heart pounding, body exhausted, he was almost there. Henri closed his eyes. He could feel it now, the end of himself. A sense of holy dread fell over the area and Henri sensed eyes upon him, watching, waiting.From above, the sound of voices in a low, steady chant filled him with fear and excitement. Others.“Why shouldn’t there be others?” he whispered in the dark. “My god can call all of his people…yes…yes…Go. Go to them.”He gave an exhausted chuckle as he started the climb. “Ah, Henri, you are speaking to yourself now, no? You are surely your own best company!”Now that the sun was gone, the air grew colder by the moment. Henri dug his fingers into the rock, balancing and hauling himself ever upward.The sound of his father’s voice jarred him.Henri! Come back! Come home, son!Henri nearly lost his grip. Startled, he grabbed the rock face and glanced around.“My father is not here…he is no where…” he whispered, pressing his cheek into the rock. “You are exhausted, Henri. There is rest at the top. You are almost there…”His hands were starting to bleed, but he didn’t care. This was the end of his old life.A cruel voice from his childhood howled with laughter.Henri! You dress like a pig!He grit his teeth and continued. “Of course I looked like a pig,” he muttered. “We had no money…” he gasped with effort, “…My father no longer cared…Ah! I will show you!”With the determination of the damned, his body quaking with exertion, his heart thudding, Henri crawled and clawed his way to the summit. What he saw thrilled him.In the midst of a small plateau, a fire blazed before a large flat, boulder. Circling the fire, were men. Some naked, some clothed in robes, others wore jeans and flannel shirts, all prostrated themselves as they uttered the name of their god, over and over.“Samaqyazeel! Samaqyazeel! Samaqyazeel!”The seekers of power! Henri’s face quickly dampened with tears of joy. All of his life he searched for a place and people from which to draw strength; a brotherhood that would embrace him no matter what and a spirit that could fill him with endless power. These were his people. Truly he was home.He tried to stand and walk to them, but his legs collapsed and he crashed to the ground.I am too weak! Oh, Samaqyazeel! I am so tired!His body aching with exhaustion, he dragged himself across the rocky surface.A man from the circle, looked up, saw him, rose to his feet and called across the plateau. “Are you the Frenchman?”Henri pushed himself to his knees, threw back his head and laughed. “Ah, oui, I am French! Forgive me, brothers. I am exhausted.”There were cries of joy from around the circle and several of the men leapt up to help him.“He will come now!”“The blood of the Frenchman will bring him!”“Now he will come!”“He said that would draw him!”Henri’s spiritual brothers surrounded him and lifted him up.“My brother,” the first man said. “We mingle our blood and he will be here.”They carried him to the rock, where Henri stood, dumbfounded as he watched each man step forward. The leader handed them an ornate dagger and each one sliced his arm and let his blood drip upon the rock alter then each returned to his spot in the circle.The leader took the dagger and handed it to Henri while around him the others chanted Samaqyazeel’s name.“Share your blood.”“Samaqyazeel…Samaqyazeel…Samaqyazeel…”His stomach turned, but Henri was determined. If these gave blood, he would give more. Henri set his jaw and rolled up his sleeve.“Samaqyazeel...Samaqyazeel…Samaqyazeel….”The men’s voices beat the air like a drum. Dizzy with weariness, the sound alone made him woozy.“Samaqyazeel…Samaqyazeel…”He took a deep breath and jammed the knife into his arm. The act was surprising painless. A mirthless smile spread his lips as he watched his own blood drip onto the stone.“Samaqyazeel…Samaqyazeel…”As one voice, the men silenced themselves. The atmosphere became electrified, over head heat lightening danced through the sky, a blast of icy wind tore through him.“Kneel and speak his name,” the leader said.Henri melted to the ground and shouted, “SAMAQYAZEEL!”A sudden boom of thunder shook the mountain top and in that second, the air thickened and split and out of the fire rose a beast like Henri never dreamed or imagined. A full fifteen feet high, a great, worm-like dragon came forward. Black, oily, scales covered its undulating body. Its head and snout were long like an alligator’s, with its mouth in a permanent death grimace that displayed rows of pointed teeth. Samaqyazeel opened his mouth and roared and Henri heard it as the roar of thunder.Henri had not expected such overwhelming fear. His god filled him with absolute terror. All he could do was shut his eyes, scream the name of his god and pray the end came quickly.“SAMAQYAZEEL! SAMAQYAZEEL!”Weeping, wishing he had strength to stand and run, Henri suddenly realized the plateau had grown quiet.From above him, a voice said his name, “Henri Dubois?”Slowly, Henri lifted his face. A man stood over him. Not just any man. He was tall and glowing. Snow white robes wrapped around his body; long, yellow hair hung about his head and when Henri gazed into his eyes, he saw a deep and terrible intelligence, but also the nobility and compassion of a thousand, thousand lifetimes. Henri knew this was the true face of his god. “S-samaqyazeel?” he choked.“Yes, Henri. I am here.”For a few moments, Henri wept for joy. “I-I have longed for you. We knew…my master and I…we knew from the old writings…we knew you were still here…”“I am pleased. I could sense you searching, so I called you. You have a great purpose before me tonight, Henri. Rise and answer your calling.”Tears streaming down his face, Henri cried, “Yes, Lord! Yes!”He jumped to his feet, but his exhaustion, the thinness of the air at 10, 000 feet and his already over wrought emotions finally took their toll. Henri collapsed in a heap before his god.The leader of the others gasped. “My Lord Samaqyazeel. He is so weak. What is his worth to us?”Henri felt Samaqyazeel gather him in his arms and lift him easily, as if he were a sleeping child.“’What is his worth?’” Henri, half-aware, watched the star filled sky over head , his heart still filled with wonder over the being who cradled him close as he walked.“His calling is an act of love.” Gently, with all the tenderness of a loving father, Samaqyazeel placed him on the flat, raised boulder. Taking the dagger in both hands, Henri felt puzzlement as he watched his beloved god raise the knife over him as he said, “It just so happens, I love French food.”The knife plunged down into his belly. Henri’s eyes bulged open. As his world dimmed he heard Samaqyazeel call, “Faithful ones, join me in my feast!”A cry of glee went up from his followers. And before Henri could pass from this life, the feast began.
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Hey, a Publisher wants to read my Novel! Please pray!

Posted by Michel Archer on April 4, 2008 at 3:20pm
Wow, it finally happened. I received something from a book that wasn't a rejection letter! After reading my book proposal, Marcher Press has requested to see the manuscript for my novel, 'The Mysterious Calling of Mike Malone.' Mike is the little guy in my avatar, BTW. An artist friend read the novel then decided I needed a picture, so EJ Mickels II, comic book artist and ace Christian biker drew one up.So I'm going to be spending the night making sure Mike is properly tweaked and nothing left out and I will zap him over to Marcher in the morning. Pray they take him.Here's the cover letter that got me in the door...(Editors name)-What if your father's dream was for you to become the Antichrist? Or what if your father was a fallen angel?How about if you were a Christian?In my novel, THE MYSTERIOUS CALLING OF MIKE MALONE, Mike discovers that his father has been trying to mold him into a Prince of Hell, but he chooses to become a guardian of humanity instead.Dad is not happy. His father, the fallen angel, Ahiel, kidnaps Mike’s fiancé in an attempt to force his son into doing his will. In the process of saving her, Mike becomes the man God called him to be.The manuscript is complete at 70,168 words and is available upon request. This is in the fantasy genre. It will appeal to readers of the Harry Potter books and the Eragon novel. The reading level runs between 5th and 6th grade.I have written a number of short stories. My latest story, Bless the Children, recently appeared in Alien Skin Magazine. A flash-fiction piece I wrote titled, On Rejection, was picked up by Perpetual Magazine, along with another work titled, Pensacola Harbor, Circa 1962. School of the Exorcists, ran in Teenage Magazine’s 2007 summer edition. Another story of mine, Ellie, appears in INFUZE Magazine's Best of 2005 Anthology. INFUZE also published a tale of mine called, Sound Bite from the End of the World, a poem called Soul Mate, and one interview I did with video game developer Patrick Fry. I am currently turning School of the Exorcists into a full length novel.Thank you for your time.Sincerely,M.L. ArcherWell, hope it works.
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Hi! Glad You're Still Breathing!

Posted by Michel Archer on April 1, 2008 at 12:57pm
Well, I may not be around too much, not because I'm snob or not glad to see some of you guys, I'm just busy. But hi! I was probably the least memorable person in the Way Corps, so if you have no idea who I am, no biggie. Glad you're well. Life so far finds me divorced, working for in a 'Christian School' for a guy who thinks he's God's gift to all Christendom. But I have two excellent children, sons, who make the BS worthwhile.I've written and had published a number of short stories, even in print, (Lol!) But just for fun, here's a link to one I did for an e-zine if you feel like checking it out. It's called 'Sound Byte from the End of the World' and I wrote it for Bohemian Alien. The editor there is so great, what can I say, except I'm proud to be her bitch! (If that just confused you, no I'm not gay.)http://bohemian-alien.net/ezine/2008/02/21/soundbyte-from-the-end-of-the-world/
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I had 12 Brothers and Sisters Growing Up

Posted by John Richeson on March 11, 2008 at 2:30pm
The older I get the more amazing I realize my upbringing was. I was one of 12 children, eight boys and four girls. I was number five. I am not sure how my parents managed but they did and for the most part we were very happy. We were raised in a rural community you have never heard of, trust.me. Let's just say Stanley, Kentucky was much smaller than New Knoxville ,Ohio. We were not in poverty even though my Dad was a common working man, a carpenter like Jesus, who always worked construction his whole life. We never had much but we were always well fed, nicely clothed and had a few toys. Best of all we had constant playmates.....lots of them. The fun and laughter was non stop. My Mom was 17 and my Dad was 20 when they got married. They were happily married for over 50 years before my Mom passed away. By the time this picture was taken there were 11 children all living under one roof. (My youngest brother was born the following year.). At this time my parents were ages 36 & 33! Yes, what is amazing is that my parents had 12 children in less than 15 years! 11Children1962Arrow.jpg We had tremendous fun as kids. We faced difficult challenges as adults. But we always had each other. Because of that unique upbringing we are all very close today. I am glad to have these wild and wonderful brothers and sisters to grow old together with. It is almost unheard of today. Here we are in 2000 (my Mom has passed and I lost two brothers in their teen years) 11Richeson's2000.jpg
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My Mom

Posted by Billy Britt on March 11, 2008 at 7:05am
My mom fell alseep on Friday March, 7, 2008Ardie Harris BrittMany Way Corps members from NC will certainly remember her. She and my dad had a fellowship in NC for many years. She was a loving, smart, funny, tough woman. I will miss her dearly.
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The Sweet Smell of Success: Health and Wealth Secrets

Posted by James Tad Geiger MD on March 9, 2008 at 8:42am
PrefaceAromatherapy and essential oils books have been written from many points of view. The Sweet Smell of Success is a very different approach to aromatherapy. As an acute care anesthesiologist, I believe clinical aromatherapy should be integrated with allopathic medicine in the Wellness Revolution of the 21st Century. Aromatherapy with essential oils is one entity of the vast array of holistic specialties comprising nutritional medicine and complementary alternative medicine. Nutritional medicine with essential oils has great potential to enhance and humanize healthcare when practiced with what is often considered as conventional medicine. Although aromatherapy is not appreciated by many physicians and is often misrepresented to the public, there are tremendous advantages to be gained in its diverse applications. Scientific studies have shown aromatherapy to be effective for a wide variety of medical diagnoses. This information will be presented in “The Sweet Smell of Success” along with exciting new discoveries, products, techniques and keys that serve to promote wellness through nature as a mentoring and teaching tool for network marketing distributors. These revealing secrets, which pertain to both your health and your wealth, will revolutionize your life.The natural nutritional foods, the essential oils and the berry fruit juices are key dietary elements which play a significant role in the quest for true physical, emotional and spiritual wellness. The “healthy energy” found in these superior functional foods is astounding. Incorporating these powerful building block foods into your life will help to abundantly meet your basic nutritional needs. And as these foods are balanced with mentally and physically stimulating exercises, you will attract all the good health that you deserve. This represents a tremendous shift in thought process for most people. However, better health created by supplementation with natural nutritional medicine products is a worthy goal and as your life improves, you can help others by increasing their awareness of the health and wealth secrets found in the nutritional supplements of the wellness revolution.Awareness and concern for the health of the people of our country and all the nations of the world is increasingly shared by growing numbers of medical, health care workers, professionals, celebrities and even politicians. The obesity epidemic, for example, is affecting many more children with each passing day. Overweight children today are much more likely to become morbidly obese adults. It is possible in the future that some obese children will die before their own parents! A generation of premature deaths is a sad and unacceptable result whether from obesity or starvation. The obesity and starvation dilemmas of our time will grow to crisis proportions sooner rather than later unless there is intervention. Awareness of these problems is the critical first step to circumvent the predictable progression of illness, disability and death due to whichever malnourished state.Another major concern for our society is aging. Aging increases requirements for the essential nutritional elements that function as antioxidants which the body needs to use as the critical building blocks for the formation of free radical scavengers and the energy required for effective metabolism. Over time, our bodies can become progressively deficient in vital ingredients unless supplemented due to poor eating habits. While many foods are plentiful and cheap, that does not make them healthy. Many have been seduced into the fast and processed foods of our culture. Instead make a conscious choice to eat food which is natural and good for you.Dietary supplementation with the new superior functional foods like nature’s essential oils and berry fruit juices will improve your life, and soon you will wonder how you functioned without them. Essential oils are classified as foods by the FDA. The essential oils and juices from plants have amazing properties and the science to substantiate their benefits, for example the reduction of minor aches or the major inflammatory pains due to arthritis. The basic data to prove numerous clinical principles is readily available. References are included in this book to encourage the further networking of important and substantial research.Every day entrepreneurs invite you to consume innovative new products of the wellness revolution. Companies manufacture life-enhancing products that taste great and are of superior value and quality. Several suggestions by the oilMD® for products and business development are included to increase your health and wealth prospects. These new products are so convenient and powerful that they could change your quality of life and life expectancy significantly.Medicine is becoming increasingly miniaturized, digitized and computerized. Gene therapy, microendoscopic robotics and robotic surgery are vastly different from aromatherapy, and yet they can be combined to enhance the overall benefits of practically any therapy, traditional or modern for patients. Conditions caused by continued poor diet and overall failing condition of general health increase the urgency to integrate nutritional medicine and complementary alterative medicine (CAM) into acute and chronic care hospitals as well as the numerous varieties of clinical and therapeutic spa settings.And God said, “Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat:” and it was so. And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.”— Genesis 1:29-31God knows what is good and ideal. He created the plants, including their fruits, juices and the essential oils they yield. Concentrated health-oriented natural products of the wellness revolution, such as essential oils, as well as wild-crafted and organic foods, and the natural juices from fruits and berries, have been put on earth for us by God. He expects us to use them for our benefit. It is time to apply all the good that is available to give us the good health God intends for us to have.James “Tad” GeigerThe oilMD®Promoting Wellness through Nature
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Lily Gets Dreads

Posted by LewEllyn Hallett on March 9, 2008 at 5:30am
I have just had a fun education I thought I'd share. My daughter Lily is 15 years old and wanted dreadlocks. Actually, I suggested she dread her hair because it seemed so in step with her bohemian, creative personality--and because, unlike other teenage girls, she doesn't brush her hair. It's fine and snarly, and after four or five days of rock climbing, running and sleeping in the tangles, it becomes a big monster dread at the back of her head anyway. So as my manner is, I got into the research. I went online and started reading and watching videos on the how-to and the maintenance. Then we ordered supplies and got started. It is not a lazy hairstyle, at least in the beginning. They said it was a lengthy process but I had no idea. Lily wanted thin dreads, which means lots of them, and they're long. Mucho backcombing for me. The photo of the sectioned hair is my initial attempt--I had to redo it in sections about a fourth that size. We could not stand a nonstop dread-a-thon so we've been at it for almost two weeks and there's still a section at the back to be done. Then it will take time, rubbing and waxing for the dreads to "lock". But it is fabulous on her, I must say, and turns heads in the grocery stores in small-town New Hampshire (not sure that's good thing?). I've posted some pictures of my daughter's head undergoing the transformation--sorry they're not in order. When I retire to Puerto Rico to write my novels, maybe I'll have me some grey dreads. For now I have to live vicariously.

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Email to a friend

Posted by Billy Britt on March 7, 2008 at 10:06am
I suspect that for those of us with a yearning for knowledge (or should I say truth) will eventually find that honest questions strip dogma of its lovely veneer.Sometimes I strain to find a way to live honestly in a complex would. A world filled with moral ambiguities and ethical certitudes based on false postulation.This is the juncture where revelation meets revision meets conveniences; here truth is crushed into the dust of conformity. There is no warning! Our very minds become pariahs and ours hearts like Tamil Tigers explode with confusion.Clues in the fire, in the ashes?It is good every half century or so to examine why we think the way we think; why is it we see so much and understand so little?Yes, smack the curtain; see if the man is there. Look beyond the great cosmos above the waters that separate the waters; is the great God and His son there as well as here?It is said that when we stare into the abyss that the abyss stares back at us, nature abhors a vacuum, so then must God. Therefore we look within and without to judge by proof not tradition what and who is God and His son? I am at once sure and yet without full knowledge that I am right.
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We've gotten hooked on LOST

Posted by Randy George on March 6, 2008 at 4:15pm
We rented season 1 on DVD and got hooked on this program. We just finished Season 2 on DVD. Got Season 3 to get caught up. It's more enjoyable on DVD with no comercials and being able to keep track of the continuity better. Anybody else hooked on this program?
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An apology and a timeline

Posted by Peter R. Doliber on March 5, 2008 at 12:21pm
As I read through these pages, and see many, many names and faces, some leap out with wonderful memories of people's love and compassion. Some touch on a sad part of my heart where while there is no regret there is remorse (while being aware of God's great forgiveness through Jesus Christ) of things I said and did that I know hurt others. And sadly, some faces and names have a faint chord but no recollection; and yet I feel as though I should know who you are.So I thought I would post this blog for two purposes. First, for an all encompassing invitation to reconnect if our paths crossed and you so desire to do so. With the caveat that if I caused you hurt or pain along your journey I ask for your forgiveness. I can say I face my life no without regret. The healing is not finished, and won't be until I am made perfect in Christ, but I understand that in our zeal to be right we sometimes got it wrong. And that since God looks on the heart and we have an intecessor in Jesus, I know that I am who I am because of the sum of my experiences and who God made me to be. As the wise man said, what doesn't kill you will get you later!The other thought I had was to provide a chronology of my Way Life. It may help others who have seen my name or face but cannot make the connection (just as I cannot for so many of you) perhaps make the dots meet.I would love to hear from any of you at any time.Doliber's Way Time Line1973 PFAL Brown University, while attending Barrington College in RI, under Allison Heaney, Ellen Fowler and Chris Geer.1975 WOW, Sioux City IA.1977 Providence, RI. LIved on Angel Street in Way Home. Then with Jim Duffala Branch/Limb coordinator Attended Johnson and Wales University in Culinary Arts then Hotel Management.1979 Advanced Class, Rome City1981 Gunnison, CO Chief Cook and Bottle Washer1981 - 1982 Emporia , 12th Corps1982-1983 WOW, Seattle WA (Interim Year)1983-1984 Emporia, then HQ (where I worked in Purchasing) then back to Emporia1984 marry Jean Flanagan, to HQ, Purchasing then meeting planning/travel1986 HQ PR director taking over from Ellen Fowler1987 Ashley born then to Sydney House1988 leave HQ1988 - 1989 Shreveport LA with Larry and Kedgy Larson (at the time Geer devotees)1989 - present Savannah, GA Originally with Ed and Lisa Goebel. That was our last TWIG in about 1990 when they moved to Oregon. (Ran a restaurant, then a dentist, then a preschool. Went back to school, got a bonafide Bachelors in Hospital Management, then two masters, one in Public Health the other in Health Services Administration. Have own business with community development and nonprofit work. Only former Way folks we see are Robin Adleman and Jim and Lake Daly and we love them dearly. We attend a Methodist church that is quite liberal for the area, or anywhere, but we love the fact that we are focused on love and service.That's the dry overview. Maybe it will help someone at some time.Again, love to hear from anyone I once knew and I pray you are healing and growing and living life to the fullest.Peter
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Is the Renewed Mind really the key to Power?

Posted by Karl Chang Wai on March 4, 2008 at 11:00am
'Don't take my word for it, go to the Word for yourselves." Well VPW did not say exactly like that but he many times encouraged us to work the Work for ourselves. He taught me how to be a workman of the Word not be lazy.To my great sadness I have seen many believers just teach over and over VPW books. They say it the way he did, they explain it the way he did and show no desire to "search the scriptures" as the Lord Jesus said. Hey the word of the Lord Jesus carries more weight than that of any man.What I love about VPW is that he exhorted us to take it further, to teach it better. Now I am not trying to condemn what VPW taught nor am I trying to "be different" nor am I being vindictive to him. This is not my purpose nor is it the heart of what I am about to say. I remain thankful for VPW and the work he did ON BEHALF OF GOD AND HIS SON JESUS CHRIST.Looking at the renewed mind being the key to power biblically is important for us to re-work. We must be able to prove this from scriptures. If we can't then we must take a fresh look at scriptures. Here are some questions:1. What makes the Christian powerful?2. When does a Christian exhibit power?3. What is the renewed mind?4. Is holy spirit, spriit power?Well let's just start with those four questions. No where in scripture does it say that the renewed mind is power or the key to power. When a person becomes born again he/she now has two natures (old man/new man). God's word never instructs us to rehabilitate the old man (his thoughts or his actions). No we are to put him off, consider him dead, Why? Because we are a new creation in Christ. The new man nature has all we need to exhibit the image of God. A christian believer every day is faced with the decision to follow the old nature or the new nature. Walking by the spirit brings out the qualities of the new man nature. Walking by the spirit burns up the rubbish in our lives. God and His Son is actively involved in changing our lives and developing our new thoughts. our new mind. Grinding our teeth and trying to make the bad thought go away has never worked. What works is walking by the spirit, then the bad thoughts, desires, and actions burns up. The Lord then gives new thoughts, desires, and actions.Well, don't let me say it all.....what say ye?
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Spring Chickens

Posted by John Alton on February 27, 2008 at 10:57pm
A middle age phenomenon is occurring in our lifetime, one which would have been impossible just a few generations ago. That is when people reach 40 something there is this urge to go out and buy music that they used to listen to in their late teens and early twenties. Not only do we re-purchase the music we originally had on vinyl but many of those bands are back out on tour in response to the renewed interest due to the baby boomer sense of nostalgia.So now your children look at you with a smile and a somewhat bemused look on their face. Here you are, their Dad, someone who in their eyes is this figure of maturity and dependability and now they see you thrashing around the kitchen looking like a commercial for an iPod. In their young minds they are alive and pulsating with all the things that are current and cool. The promises of learning and the perceiving of facts never before grasped by the human experience is within their grasp. The youth looking forward the parent looking back.I wonder if this is a parallel for this Way Corp web site? Are we a bunch of 40, 50 something’s that have found a portal to view our past, to reconnect with friends and faces perhaps long forgotten, pictures and words awakening memories both joyful and sometimes not. This flirtation with the past may re-open memories and be a reminder of our membership with a group long since gone but the Way Corp was about people who made a decision to serve God, people for whom “it is written” was enough.In many ways those days were just like my children and young people today whose world is filled with the possibilities of learning realities and the understanding of facts never before grasped by the human experience. They look at DNA and think they can extend the average life up to 150 years. Is not that the way we thought back then? Did not we think we had it all before us that we could only continue to grow in the things of God? Well grow we sure did but maybe not in the way we expected!And this Way Corps site this dalliance with the past does by no means suggest a desire to return to or re-live that past, about as much as I would like to stand in line for hours on a cold February morning to buy tickets to see the Stones (which I did in 72). But I am reminded of the good things the richness of the fellowship, the unity of the body the singleness of heart the love which passes knowledge these are the qualities that remain and should remain for they are good and godly.Today I am reminded of those wise words that said something to the effect of, “The steady advance of the veteran accomplishes more than the reckless rush of the young” or words to that effect well now it’s our turn to be the veterans. In our younger days we may have looked forward and saw nothing but possibilities but years later we now have the value of lessons learned. We have far more capacity and ability to think and evaluate, to balance and judge; but the simple truth of “it is written” is still the standard as long as the desire to continue on Gods path burns strong.The way I see it the best days are still to come and I don’t just mean Christ’s return (lol) but think about Abraham, he was no spring chicken when God called him out of Ur. Moses was eighty years old when God called him to lead Israel out of Egypt, Noah was a whopping 600 years old when God told him to build a boat for rain which he’d never seen, so who knows what’s around the corner. When it comes to Gods plan we are all spring chickens. Society (and of course our children) may pigeon hole and categorize us by age, but the reality is we can serve God with as much vitality as we ever could. Philippians 2:13For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure. And God’s still working. The desire to serve matched with seasoned grace is a powerful combination and I continue to pray to be equal to the task. People have churches with names and people have groups with members, but God only has the seed of faith in the hearts of those that Love Him and that’s all I’m interested in and I pray that we are like those to whom Peter spoke by Gods divine revelation when he said in 1 Peter 1:5Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.Our salvation is a future reality ready to be revealed at the last time, but today and tomorrow and until that time we are kept by God through faith. But then at that time we shall see those things which have not been seen and we shall hear those things which have not been heard. All these things God has prepared for them that love Him, then with finality and certainty we will say that our learning and the perceiving of facts and truths never before grasped by the human experience will be a living reality not just a hoped for dream for we will know (finally) even as we are known. This will be a living reality and we know it will be because “it is written”.
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Unveiling The Great Mystery Of The First Century Church

Posted by Ian Valentine on February 23, 2008 at 12:00am
We recently wrote this book and published it.It was the result of over 3 years of study and teaching in our fellowship in London, and shows (I Hope!) the great significance of our age, and the blessings we have in the Body of Christ.With so much division around and "following of men" our prayer for this book was that members of the Body would "Grow Up Into Him", and and be able to "Hold the Head" - which is surely the goal of every Christian while we wait for the return of our lord Jesus Christ.Enjoy.Ian

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