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Once Upon A Time in Hollywood - a Personal Memoir

by Terry in

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once upon a time in hollywood (a brief memoir).

for about two years, 1980-82, i worked for creative galleries in culver city, california which was very close to mgm studios.. creative galleries offered original art at wholesale, retail -- and (thanks to me) rented art to movie studios.. i had become friendly with two set decorators, joe kroesser and his partner, mel johnson.

one afternoon their car broke down in front of the antique guild nearby and they wandered in looking for a telephone.i chatted with them for over an hour and we quickly became symbiotically chummy.they needed artwork and i needed to sell artwork.. joe and mel suddenly dreamed up a little business scheme.apparently i was being granted an inside glimpse of how hollywood really works.the two guys worked for mgm on the tv show chips, joe and mel set up their "side" business as a kind of 'broker.".

Terry

Helm's bakery! That's it, I remember now.
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I sort of 'bumped' into Cassandra twice out and about and both times she was a civilian. Only I seemed to recognize her.
I do remember her in Pee Wee. That first film was terrific.
She was in Cheech and Chong's Next Movie, I think.
Jekyll and Hyde Together Again.

Her agent aimed high, huh?

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Once Upon A Time in Hollywood - a Personal Memoir

by Terry in

jw
friends

once upon a time in hollywood (a brief memoir).

for about two years, 1980-82, i worked for creative galleries in culver city, california which was very close to mgm studios.. creative galleries offered original art at wholesale, retail -- and (thanks to me) rented art to movie studios.. i had become friendly with two set decorators, joe kroesser and his partner, mel johnson.

one afternoon their car broke down in front of the antique guild nearby and they wandered in looking for a telephone.i chatted with them for over an hour and we quickly became symbiotically chummy.they needed artwork and i needed to sell artwork.. joe and mel suddenly dreamed up a little business scheme.apparently i was being granted an inside glimpse of how hollywood really works.the two guys worked for mgm on the tv show chips, joe and mel set up their "side" business as a kind of 'broker.".

Terry

Hey "I quit!"
I was casual friends with an employee at the Antique Guild.
She said they specialized in copying one-of-a-kind items with the intent of replicating or cloning the object (too expensive to buy or unavailable) and selling to celebrities (who might well pass them off as authentic :)

In Culver City there was this vast former Bakery complex which housed the Antique Guild and across the street (same complex) Creative Galleries.
This turned out to be a terrific location because of foot traffic and clientele.

My understanding is that the Antique Guild eventually moved or closed and Creative Galleries experienced a real shock as foot-traffic vanished.

I was gone by 1983.
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Cassandra Peterson in person is just a tiny thing but with incredible charisma which she can switch "on" or off.
You'd almost never recognize her out of drag.
She credits her (at the time) boyfriend for pushing the career which really took off like mad.
She's the sexy version of Ernest :)

My encounter with a real life Exorcist

by Terry in

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location exterior : the patio of starbuckstime: 9 amcast:lou : media / news analyst, religious fundamentalistterry: gadfly, writer /crow apologist, big mouth know-it-alledgar (a crow)________________.

our scene begins with two men at separate tables working at their laptops.lou is a man of about 60. he recently moved from new york to texas to start his own videography business.

he is shooing flies away from his laptop screen with a disgusted expression.a few feet away, terry begins waving his arms and scowling.. ____.

Terry

Location Exterior : The patio of Starbucks
Time: 9 am
Cast:
Lou : Media / News analyst, religious fundamentalist
Terry: Gadfly, writer /Crow apologist, big mouth know-it-all
Edgar (a Crow)
________________

Our scene begins with two men at separate tables working at their laptops.
Lou is a man of about 60. He recently moved from New York to Texas to start his own Videography business.
He is shooing flies away from his laptop screen with a disgusted expression.
A few feet away, Terry begins waving his arms and scowling.

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Terry: Thanks a lot. Your refugees have crossed my border.

Lou: Oh, Sorry. Starbucks needs to provide flyswatters for people who sit out here.

Terry: You’re obviously not a Republican Conservative!

Lou: Um Actually--I am. Why you'd say that?

Terry: Conservatives preach personal responsibility and not getting others to provide for them.

Lou: Ahhh, I see. I see. That’s funny. Are you a Republican?

Terry: You don’t want to know. Trust me.

Lou: What--why not?

Terry: It’s like asking Jack Nicholson to tell the truth on the witness stand.

Lou: I’m sorry--I don’t understand.

Terry: What did Nicholson answer when Tom Cruise asked him to tell the truth?

Lou: (Blank expression)

Terry: (Quoting Colonel Jessup in A Few Good Men) “You want the truth? You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!

Lou: (Face brightening. He ‘gets it’)
Okaaay. Why though? I’m serious. Are you a Liberal?

Terry: Two things civilized people don’t discuss are Politics and the other is --”

Lou: (Jumping in) Religion!
Haha, I produce religious videos and I’m a Website owner who provides commentary on political events with a biblical Christian viewpoint.

Terry: I’m sorry to hear that. No civilized discussions are possible with the likes of yer kind.

Lou: You’re a pretty funny guy. What do you do?

Terry: Writer. I write analyses debunking religious & political commentary.

Lou: Sure. Sure. No really. Do you write books or what?

Terry: Books, blog essays, CD liner notes, Short stories, poems, bathroom graffiti, ransom notes...

Lou: I don’t know when to take you seriously.

Terry: The day after March 31st is a good bet.
_________________

From offstage, Edgar, a crow flaps down on to the patio and begins foraging near our two characters. Terry opens his backpack and removes a bag of corn chips. He proceeds to toss them at the Crow with deadly accuracy.

Lou: You two know each other?

Terry: Let’s just say If I don’t feed him, there are consequences.

Lou: Sounds like the Mafia!

Terry: (Glancing furtively left & right) These are things about which we must not speak.

Lou: Ha! What kind of consequences?

Terry: (Relates two blood-curdling tales of Crow payback.)

Lou: Are you being serious?

Terry: Keyser Soze with feathers--that’s what we’re dealing with here.

Lou: (Clueless) I’m sorry?

Terry: (Quoting Verbal Kint in the Usual Suspects) The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
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Lou: (Pivoting out of context) I have performed actual EXORCISMS on people!

Terry: Of course you have. I'd have bet money on it. What about Crows?

Lou: You can hear another person’s voice coming out of the possessed. And when you finally liberate them, their voice changes and a great relief comes over their body.

Terry: I frequently meet people who talk out of their ass.

Lou: (Ignoring the remark) It’s the person’s vocal chords--but a foreign voice. Very frightening unless the power of Jesus Christ is there to protect you.

Terry: (Triggered by forces more powerful than personal restraint) Okaaay. I have a question about Demons.

Lou: Sure, go ahead.

Terry: How large are they? About the size of an amoeba?

Lou: Beg your pardon?

Terry: A Roman Legion was from three thousand to five thousand soldiers. That’s a lot of Demons to cram into a person! Like the fella Jesus exorcised in the book of Luke.

Lou: Uh--well. . . Nobody ever asked that before. You do realize they are Spirits, right?

Terry: For something to be real it must have a size.

Lou: Well. Um. There are things called spirits. God is a Spirit. They are real but. . .
Terry: I’m just asking why cram inside a person like clowns in a Volkswagon?

Lou: (Lost) Uh. Well. That's the nature of demons.

Terry: The history of knowledge passed through superstition, religion, philosophy, and mythology before it got to Science.
I'm more of a Post Enlightenment science kind of guy. I'd say you're more comfortable Pre-Enlightenment belief sort of fellow.

Lou: Where’d you get that idea?

Terry: A Dictionary. Opinions without evidence are called FAITH. Science calls for evidence, not wishful thinking.

Lou: I’m not talking about human opinions. I’m talking about in the Bible. God's revealed truth.

Terry: Spirits without a size who cram into human beings by the thousands so Louis can get them to crawl back out again--right?

Lou: Yes. I have performed exorcisms.

Terry: Like the LEGION story in Luke?

Lou: (Wheels turning) I uh lost you there?

Terry: Nevermind. It’s non-testable in any scientific sense.

Lou: Well--you can measure the effects. You can prove Spirits by their effects.

Terry: That’s like me saying to a Comedian--I’m not laughing, so you aren’t a Comedian. If I don't laugh he doesn't exist?

Lou: (Suddenly chuckling) That is funny. You are a funny guy.

Terry: It is a Philosophical question--not an existential one.

Lou: You’ve lost me.

Terry: Logical Fallacy called Post hoc ergo propter hoc.
Trying to prove something by saying, whatever happened BEFORE an event was the CAUSE. I was describing your argument in terms of that Logical Fallacy.

Lou: Whew! You are hard work to talk to!

Terry: Quoting you: "You can PROVE Spirits by their effects."

Lou: Um, haha, okay--okay.

Terry: Let me tell you a little story about a cowpoke who was known throughout the Badlands as the most accurate marksman in all the west. Okay?

Lou: I’m all ears.

Terry: DeadEye Dick had the reputation as a fantastic marksman. Why? Reasonable people figured it out by looking at the tiny chalk circles on the side of the Blacksmith's shop where Dick fired his weapon whenever he rode by on horseback. Inside those tiny chalk circles, dead center were Dick's bullets.

Lou: That’s pretty good shooting. But, so what?

Terry: What those people didn't know was that the Blacksmith was the fellow drawing chalk-marks around the bullet holes each time Dick rode by and shot at his wall so he'd have an accurate count when he dragged him before the circuit Judge and sued him for repairs.

Lou: (Thinking. Thinking.) Oh. OH, ha-ha-ha, that’s good. That’s good.

Terry: Assuming the result was caused by the thing before or, in this case, the other way around, was logical but dead wrong.
_________

The Crow appears again. This time, closer to Lou.

Lou: I guess I better not feed him or I’ll end up like you.

Terry: If only. If only.

Lou: So, do you believe those Crow stories you tell or not?

Terry: I believe what I’ve seen. The other stuff is opinion and hearsay. Sometimes reasonable stories are wrong and sometimes unreasonable stories are true.

Lou: The Bible is an infallible source of truth.

Terry: Did God create Eve by taking Adam’s rib from his side or is that a legend?

Lou: Fact.

Terry: Then it was really Adam’s actual rib?

Lou: That’s what the Bible says. Yes. It is a fact.

Terry: That would mean Eve was created by cloning and factually a Clone of Adam--and therefore, a man!

Lou: No wait a minute--no it doesn’t?

Terry: That’s okay. You can’t expect ancient writers and storytellers to know about DNA. But--if it is the infallible word of God--you’ve got a problem!

Lou: Eve was a Woman--not a man. That’s proof she wasn’t a Clone.

Terry: The Bible is literally correct?

Lou: Infallibly correct. Yes.

Terry: Then it looks like it was Adam and Steve and the "St" got lost in translation.

Lou: Ha-ha-ha. You’re pretty funny. I enjoy talking to you. I have to go now--I’ve got an appointment. Here’s my business card. I’m sure I’ll see you around.

Terry: Please perform an exorcism before you leave and TAKE THIS DAMN CROW!

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End Scene

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Once Upon A Time in Hollywood - a Personal Memoir

by Terry in

jw
friends

once upon a time in hollywood (a brief memoir).

for about two years, 1980-82, i worked for creative galleries in culver city, california which was very close to mgm studios.. creative galleries offered original art at wholesale, retail -- and (thanks to me) rented art to movie studios.. i had become friendly with two set decorators, joe kroesser and his partner, mel johnson.

one afternoon their car broke down in front of the antique guild nearby and they wandered in looking for a telephone.i chatted with them for over an hour and we quickly became symbiotically chummy.they needed artwork and i needed to sell artwork.. joe and mel suddenly dreamed up a little business scheme.apparently i was being granted an inside glimpse of how hollywood really works.the two guys worked for mgm on the tv show chips, joe and mel set up their "side" business as a kind of 'broker.".

Terry

ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD (A brief memoir)

For about two years, 1980-82, I worked for Creative Galleries in Culver City, California which was very close to MGM Studios.

Creative Galleries offered original art at wholesale, retail -- and (thanks to me) rented art to movie studios.

I had become friendly with two set decorators, Joe Kroesser and his partner, Mel Johnson. One afternoon their car broke down in front of the Antique Guild nearby and they wandered in looking for a telephone.
I chatted with them for over an hour and we quickly became symbiotically chummy.
They needed artwork and I needed to sell artwork.

Joe and Mel suddenly dreamed up a little business scheme.
Apparently I was being granted an inside glimpse of how Hollywood really works.
The two guys worked for MGM on the TV show CHiPS,
Joe and Mel set up their "side" business as a kind of 'broker."

The studio needed art for scenes in movies and TV shows.
Sometimes a one-time shot but more often, ongoing TV series.

Set decorators had long ago figured out how to enrich themselves by setting up for themselves a dummy corporation (WESTCOAST WHOLESALE ART) which they'd use to buy art wholesale from me / Creative Galleries, and turn around and "rent" from their dummy Corp at an inflated cost to the studio.
A successful TV series flowed green with cash budgets, you see.

They did this not only with art but just about everything else.
They paid themselves and kept everything.
This scheme, I was told, was originated by actor Hugh O'Brien from the 1950's TV series, WYATT EARP.
O'Brien set a business renting pistols for Westerns.
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It was none of my business. As long as I sold art I received my commission. What the Set Decorators did on their end was their business.
As a result of being friendly with Joe and Mel, I began to meet and work with other Hollywood people.
I've told you those stories, so I'll move on with this one.
For my 33rd birthday, Joe Kroesser sprung a surprise for me.
_____

On my birthday, Joe arranged for me to be picked up by a long stretch limousine and chauffeured to MGM to watch an episode of CHiPS being filmed.

I was going to visit the set of CHiPS to watch the way-in-advance shooting of a Halloween episode with ELVIRA, MISTRESS of the DARK and directed by Addam's Family actor, John Astin.

Joe provided me with a V.I.P. pass and a LIMO!

We drove up to the gate to the guard shack and I flashed my pass. The guard gave me the once-over and nodded. We drove on down between the various shooting stages in very large barn-shaped metal buildings.
I was cautioned by Joe (who arranged it),
"Whatever you do--don't acknowledge anything said to you. Especially if you are told to get out."

He was a set decorator and he knew how things were done.

Looky - loo's annoy the hell out of everybody. They hate 'em.
EXCEPTION: Studio Execs and Producers.
My task was to "look" too important to roust.

Joe emphasized:

"When the assistant Director kicks everybody out--just stand there looking very important and you won't be bothered."

Damned if it didn't work!
The A.D. (Assistant Director) was a tough, no-nonsense woman with a utility belt and a clipboard, who sounded like the Drill Sergeant in Kubrick's FULL METAL JACKET.

I was wearing a suit.
I had my hands behind my back with my eyebrows arched and an insolent Elvis sneer on my lips. I stared at the A.D. and looked straight through her. She went up to all the non-essential personnel and barked at them.
Finally, she headed my way.
I feigned boredom and malevolence, but--I'll tell you straight out--my widdle heart was pounding away like a blacksmith with a hot hammer!

The A.D. eyeballed me like a wolverine sniffs fresh meat, but she never said a word and passed me by within a comfortable zone of deference.
I WAS IN!!

The guest Director, John Astin (Gomez) of Addams Family fame was blocking a huge shot of the entire cast at a party.

(Episode: ROCK DEVIL ROCK)

It was a Halloween episode being filmed in January!! One of the guest stars was Cassandra Peterson (Elvira Mistress of the Dark) and the sound stage was filled with the weirdest assortment of actors and supernumeraries you could imagine! I don't know what any of that had to do with California Highway Patrol!

The A.D. blew her whistle like a volleyball coach. John Astin nodded and the whistle blew again. he signal for "ACTION!"

The sound stage came alive with clamor, movement, and a tiny Indian Runner motorcycle ridden by a "little person" in a CHiPS uniform. My eyes widened as big as UFO's.

That was among my favorite all-time memories. It was a wonderful birthday present.

I was invited by Set Decorator Joe Kroesser one other time, to
location shooting in Agoura.
This is where Joe himself lived.
Agoura was very flat and sprawling, so it had been used a lot in Westerns in the past. Among the TV shows shot there had been a favorite of mine as a kid, SKY KING.

On this day, a small airport was the scene.

Evil Knievel JR. (Robbie) was filming a wild stunt by jumping his cycle over a WWI biplane (flown by legendary stunt flyer, Frank Tallman).

Say what, Terry?
The biplane would swoop low and the motorcycle was ramped to fly OVER the biplane!
There had to have been at least 200 people standing around waiting to shoot this scene.
Why weren't they shooting already?

Joe told me.

Eric Estrada was holding production up!
He had a really big ego by this time. He acted like King of the World. All because of Saturday Night Fever's popularity.
The show's writers saw the extraordinary interest in Disco becoming a national sensation. So, they wrote a silly episode around Estrada in a similar disco dance routine as had made John Travolta a superstar.

It worked like dynamite!
Overnight, Eric Estrada was launched as the superstar and the CHiPS budget was quadrupled!
More money for CHiPS meant more for Joe and Mel (and subsequently ME.)

Since Estrada knew he was responsible for all that money flooding into the production, he took full advantage.
That's Hollywood.
You're Nobody until you're Somebody.
Somebody can get away with anything.
Until . . . they become Nobody again.

On this particular day, about 45 minutes late, a limousine pulled up in the muddy ruts of the airfield. While hundreds of crew members stood with their jaws agape, Estrada and a very, very Bimbo-esque (worse for wear) blonde stumbled out as "Ponch" marched her in front of all the men's envious eyes. She was wearing high heels in the grass and mud and each time she pulled her heel unstuck she would--um--bounce a little. (Or a lot!)

Finally, make-up department ran over and seized Ponch and dragged him into a trailer. About half an hour later, he emerged looking exactly the same--but--in uniform.

Frank Tallman's biplane's engines roared to a start.
Evel Junior (Robbie) revved his engine on the motorbike.

A practice run-through commenced.
The timing and coordination were choreographed to the half-second! Every single element was planned out for the jump to work.

The cycle had to hit the ramp at the precise instant to gain altitude enough to clear the overshoot. The cycle would go over the top of the biplane exactly as it crossed low enough to the ground to allow it to pass.

Let me cut to the chase!
The signal to begin was a loud starter pistol. At the "Bang!" the clockwork stunt commenced, worked the miracle and ended before you could say, "Bob's yer Uncle."

Estrada had a single line on camera. A Brandoesque grunt or something. (I couldn't hear.)

Then, he and his bimbo-du-jour paraded once again back to their limo and zipped off to--each of us had our own imagined destination in mind.

When I watched the scene play out on TV some years later, it looked like nothing. In fact, it looked easily as though it could be faked. But--it wasn't!
A fortune was spent on all that nonsense.
Big Budget = waste, graft, and fun for the kids.

From 1977-83 Joe made a great living with his double-dealing "props for sale" side business.
It was great fun knowing him.
He invited me to his house; quite lavish.
He was a lonely divorced man alone in a sprawling ranch house.

He threw parties and invited attractive women, endeavoring to live the Hollywood life and trade on his "fame."

Well, it didn't seem to do him much good with the ladies.
We all know what happened to Estrada when his stardom turned to cow plop.
He became a self-joke.
He'd pop up in TV commercials as a parody of his CHiPS character. He was about 50 pounds heavier.

Well, this many years later now. I'm 50 pounds heavier!
Fun memories to share with my friends.
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Its been 2000 years now since Jesus Christianity was Established and now today we have 40000 + Christian sects ?

by smiddy3 in

emperor constantine might have got the message 17 centuries ago but surely god must by now realize that the mission has failed .?.

surely he should as he has on past experience in the old testament now approach a world leader of either the usa ,england ,russia ,china ,or the united nations or even israel and make his judgement`s known .?.

why has he been so quiet all of these years ?

Terry

Many folks fail to see a rather elemental test case caused by the Protestant Reformation. A test case utterly failed.
What the hell you talkin' bout, Willis?

For one and a half thousand years, "Christianity" was solely/officially the Catholic Church with a Christ-stand-in: Pope who 'channeled' Truth.
The Pope said it, you did it. When you failed, you confessed and were forgiven.
You celebrated the 'Memorial' as often as you were moved to do so (communion).

So what?

So...
The Protestant Reformation addressed the dirty little problem of corruption in the sacred institution, the "Organization" of Truth.
Martin Luther faced two rather dodgy issue requiring immediate action.
Can you guess?

Without a Pope and without a Priest granting forgiveness how would Christians now:

1. Know the Truth (which sets men free)?
2. Be forgiven for sins

Martin Luther and John Calvin created a sleeker, faster, more personal solution (which is our Test Case).
1. Sola Scriptura : each Christian approached God individually in prayer and asked Holy Spirit to "reveal" Truth. No clergy needed. Fellowship? Sure, just no Priests.
2. Grace alone : Grace refers to God’s ability to place favor upon any individual. As the creator of humankind, God, according to Christian doctrine, remains unbound by rules. It is thus within God’s purview to grant salvation upon any person he so deems.
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WHY CALL THIS A TEST CASE?

Here it is / was:
a chance for Holy Spirit to reveal one unified Truth to all Christians and what resulted? History now reveals the result has been thousands of very *different* ideas, rituals, truths, practices, doctrines abounding in sects, congregations, churches, et al claiming equally to be the ONLY Truth. (Jehovah's Witnesses anyone?)

The verdict is: FAIL!
Holy Spirit is as corrupt as the Catholic Church.

Or, if that's a bit too harsh; we are ALL just making shit up and passing it off as Organization, Truth, holy spirit, anointed elders, etc.

The sniff test revealeth a stench to high heaven.

Go to the buffet of choice and slide your tray past the made-up shit and
enjoy your meal.

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Big Bad Burly Brothers who like to corner you

by Terry in

jw
friends

in my local congregation w-a-a-y back in the 60's, there was a brother who was an uber-witness.. brother h. t. jones, as i recall.

stolid.

impassive.

Terry

I have to chuckle at our hot Texas efforts toward remaining blameless whilst going as far afield as imaginatively possible.
I think the counsel, admonition, and exhortations of JW leaders toward stifling natural and healthy sexual expression is not only wrong-headed but unkind and rather malicious.
Nobody has succeeded in keeping the lid on hormonal volcanic urges . . . ever.
The best you can hope for as a Dub is an early marriage.
Even so, so many prohibitions on self-expression still exist even within the marriage arrangement, a different set of frustrations arise.
How did we ever make it through our teen years in that Organization?

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Big Bad Burly Brothers who like to corner you

by Terry in

jw
friends

in my local congregation w-a-a-y back in the 60's, there was a brother who was an uber-witness.. brother h. t. jones, as i recall.

stolid.

impassive.

Terry

The year was most likely 1966. My girlfriend was Jeanie Young.
She was a sort of Country Girl type with red hair, freckles, and a sumptuous figure in profile (he said discreetly.)
I'd been working on her for months. First, double dates at Drive-In theaters in which I barely made a move. (Barely).
Once I did the old arm-stretch and put behind her on the seat move.
She about jumped out of her skin calling me on it.
"What are you doing?" She asked as though I had unzipped my trousers and grabbed her hand.
"I'm just getting comfortable. Are you okay? Have you had a bad experience, Jeanie?"

Turns out, other Brothers had groped her and even slid sneaky hands up her thigh.
Shocking, I tell you, simply shocking a Christian male would do such a thing (nobody said...ever.)
I commiserated.
I was as virginal as Jeanie.
I was as inexperienced as Jeanie.
Turns out, I was as horny as Jeanie. It took time, patience, and above-all: instincts.

The day Brother H.T. accosted me on the Road to Damascus with his truck, I was walking to meet Jeanie out in the woods for spiritual communion.
I didn't have a car and neither did she.
I'd walk probably six miles over her way and she'd walk maybe a mile.
We never did anything at all explicit. Amazing, really.
If I knew back then what I know now -- it would have been a far different world which spun beneath our innocence.

Instincts for sex are amazing. I was a very shy person and so was Jeanie.
We both wanted the same thing. Jehovah stood there like ice water on blue balls,
Lord of the Cockblock!

Once Jeanie and I went for a walk in her neighborhood and I spotted a vacant house.
We found a way inside.
Now here's the problem . . .
It was Texas summer. Outside was very hot. Inside a vacant house without working air-conditioning it was a sauna.
We fumbled around pretty hot and heavy (doing innocent but provocative things you'd laugh at) until perspiration was ejaculating from my pores. (A poor substitute, indeed!)
She was drenched. Sweaty too.
Lucky for our virginity it wasn't perfect weather . . . or the electricity still hooked up . . . or a furnished bedroom, eh wot?

One other time, we were at her grandmother's visiting right on Lake Worth.
We walked down the sloping grassy hill to water's edge out of sight line.
We had beach towels.
Both of us were hornier than the Nashville Brass Ensemble.
We got worked up and something in my sub-conscious shouted at me: "Get into the lake water and you can *whisper whisper whisper*).
Was this (in retrospect) anything other than a damned stupid suggestion?
We got in.
Was the water cold?
OMG YESSSS!
But your boy was undiminished in purpose and perpendicularity.
I...t-r-i-e-d. . . but the door was clenched tighter than the gold depository at Fort Knox.
Cold water + virginity = hokey pokey with no hokey and all pokey.
Inefficient it was, non-productive, frustrating, and - did I mention? STUPID!

This was loose conduct, technically. TIGHT loose conduct.

Jeanie and I broke up during the Dallas Assembly at Market Hall when she showed up before the first talk having CUT HER HAIR short.
She had had luminous, luxuriant, flowing red hair that filled my soul with blazing embers of desire - until that moment. Now she looked like she was auditioning for Peter Pan.

I'm so disappointed in myself now looking back. I flipped out.
I actually broke up with Jeanie over something trivial like that. Which only goes to
actualize how clueless a human being I was in 1966.
Imagine breaking up with a beautiful young JW girl, compliant in every sense of the Me:Tarzan, You: Jane JW mentality.
I had done all the preliminary priming to suddenly - now - abandon ship.

Moron was me.

Her next JW boyfriend had her bedded so fast they were almost DF'd. They got married instead. Her name changed from Jeanie Young to Jeanie Jackson.
She subsequently (I am told) became a model in Dallas. Divorced. Left the Org.
I'd love to know what really happened with her and how her life turned out.

She was very fortunate to have me break up with her. I was less fortunate.

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Big Bad Burly Brothers who like to corner you

by Terry in

jw
friends

in my local congregation w-a-a-y back in the 60's, there was a brother who was an uber-witness.. brother h. t. jones, as i recall.

stolid.

impassive.

Terry

In my local congregation w-a-a-y back in the 60's, there was a brother who was an Uber-Witness.

Brother H. T. Jones, as I recall.
Stolid. Impassive. Hewn from stone.

He was built like a cast iron furnace. When he shook hands, your own hand disappeared into his hairy paw

and a sickening crunch soon followed.

His specialty was cornering the Friends, sucking them into intense conversation about some trivial minutia concerning their duties and especially with a view to creating discomfort. i.e. "guilt trip."

Few came away with joy in their heart but him.

Brother Jones sudden appearances were blitzkrieg.
Before you could shout inwardly,"OH SHIT!" Brother Jones had you pinned down like a butterfuly - withering under his steely doll's eyes like Spielberg's shark.

There was no wiggle room, only inevitable surrender.
He'd grill you.
You'd squirm.
He'd counsel you.
You'd skulk off and take a cold shower and drink too much.

_______ Image result for photo of the girl in the hairy paw KING KONG and FAY WRAY _________________

One day I was walking down the street minding my own damn business when a large truck slowed, made a U-turn and puttered up beside me as I made my way from Point A to Point B.
My policy--to ignore encroachments.

There was a minute of me walking and the truck ominously creeping beside me along the edge of the street.

Presently, the truck sped up just enough to cut over in front of me!

The window rolled down and the monstrous head of Brother Jones appeared like a storm cloud full of thunder bolts of crackling malevolence.

He glowered silently.
I paused with the realization I was doomed to one of "those" conversations.

I waited for a greeting. (After all, he stopped ME.)
I could have waited till the sun went down. He never greeted.

His clipped monotone was pure law enforcement declarative; no-nonsense.

"Get in, Brother Walstrom."

"Oh, thanks for the offer, Brother Jones. You see, I'm out getting some refreshing exercise and. . . "

"GET IN."
(Easy to see why he had so many successful Bible studies going ...)

I did climb in to his truck. (You would have as well!) It was a serial-killer victim moment if ever there was one.)

Once inside the cab of his truck, Brother H.T. turned only his head on a neck the thickness of a tree trunk.

The impression was like that of an enormous owl.

"Have you made out a daily schedule?" His voice was flat, without a trace of human feeling.

My mind's computer sorted, collated while searching to provide me with context; which was more than Jones had done.

(Sidebar: At the previous Service Meeting, a talk was given counseling all JW's to create a personal schedule to manage their every waking moment. The purpose was now suddenly clear to me. It was to prevent idiots such as myself from wasting time walking down the street instead of knocking on doors.)

I had to decide whether or not to play this interrogation game with Brother Jones.
Some part of me bristled. I tend to become insubordinate when cornered. But I tried to be pleasant.

"Sure. In fact, I'm scheduled to be about a block from here at this very moment--had you not stopped me."
I grinned. (A slowly dying grin.)

No trace of emotion on his side of the truck!

"When you sit down to make your schedule do you know how you are supposed to start it?"

Pure condescension.
Now I was getting steamed; I don't like intimidation!

"Of course. First things first. Second things second. Third things third--well, I think we can see where this is headed." I didn't smile.

His eyes narrowed only by a millimeter or so. He had no sense of humor or radar for sarcasm or--well, he had nothing personable to offer.

"You put the things you HAVE TO DO first. Our service to Jehovah is what goes to the top of the list. Everything else goes second."

Parsing this flash of infinite wisdom in my head, I pursed my lips thoughtfully.

"Not much room for 3rd, 4th, 5th, eh? FOOD, SHELTER, CLOTHING. What about bathroom breaks?"

I guarantee you, this man did not detect for an instant of time that I was anything but clueless!

He sat there.
He. . . just. . . sat there.

I sat there.
I. . . just. . . sat there. Until I couldn't take the torture any longer.

"Well, thanks Brother Jones for this little chat!"
I grabbed the door handle - my escape route inches, only inches away.

Sunlight, fresh air, and FREEDOM. . . if only I could make it out unscathed!

Jones' hairy paw clutched my elbow. I was Fay Wray to his King Kong.
He had SOMETHING ELSE to say!

His voice changed. Perceptibly. I can't say how exactly.

"I have an hour sermon this Sunday at the congregation in Denton. I have to go out of town. I need for you to present it in my place. The outline is in the glove box."

("What the fuck?") was not in my vocabulary. At least, not at that time.
I did manage to compose myself long enough to utter the word, "Huh?"

_________________________

So, that is why he stopped me. The pretext of counsel on how to make a schedule was just bullshit.

It was a Friday and the Sunday hour public sermon was two days away.
Lucky for him he saw me, the one Brother known for having a super memory.

I delivered the talk in Denton, Texas.
The title was, as I recall--"HOW PRACTICAL IS THE SEARCH FOR WEALTH."
It went over well. I like to think it was because I ad-libbed my way through it and inserted humorous asides
you'd now be castrated for doing.

__________________________

Now I ask you, who was the REAL uber-witness in that situation?
The Bro who fobbed off his assignment or the poor schmuck walking to see his girlfriend who got kidnapped?

________________

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Beards - September 2016 Watchtower

by Listener in

the issue of whether beards are acceptable or not is addressed in the september 2016 watchtower - well sort of.

it is as clear as mud as to whether they are allowed in places like australia, usa and britain.. 17. what are some factors that may affect whether a brother wears a beard?17 what about the propriety of brothers wearing a beard?

the mosaic law required men to wear a beard.

Terry

What--if any--differences or distinctions are there between:

the CUSTOMS of men

and the TRADITIONS of men?

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Remember when you 1st learned "The Truth"? Want to experience that tingle in a new way?

by Terry in

you can't unring a bell once rung.. you can't unknow nor can you forget being deceived, tricked, lied to and misled.. the truly awful aftershock of waking up to the 'truth about the truth' is the death of wonder,.

belief, and absolute certainty that you know what life is all about.

in fact, for most of us the path is the same.we begin investigating our foundational belief system.

Terry

I'm really really sorry I posted this topic because it isn't as funny as I thought it was at first.!
More and more young people are falling for it. Uneducated people relying on their "intuition" don't trust the idea that the real world can, and of is, counter-intuitive.
For conspiracy theorists, intellectual honesty is for OTHER people and not for themselves.
Intellectual honesty is the willingness to admit you are wrong when the facts go against even your most cherished "truths."

Here is a very brief breakdown of the skeleton beliefs behind Flat Earth Theory:

The leading flat-earther theory holds that Earth is a disc with the Arctic Circle in the center and Antarctica, a 150-foot-tall wall of ice, around the rim.
NASA employees, they say, guard this ice wall to prevent people from climbing over and falling off the disc.
Earth's day and night cycle is explained by positing that the sun and moon are spheres measuring 32 miles (51 kilometers) that move in circles 3,000 miles (4,828 km) above the plane of the Earth.
(Stars, they say, move in a plane 3,100 miles up.) Like spotlights, these celestial spheres illuminate different portions of the planet in a 24-hour cycle.
Flat-earthers believe there must also be an invisible "antimoon" that obscures the moon during lunar eclipses.
Furthermore, Earth's gravity is an illusion, they say. Objects do not accelerate downward; instead, the disc of Earth accelerates upward at 32 feet per second squared (9.8 meters per second squared), driven up by a mysterious force called dark energy.
Currently, there is disagreement among flat-earthers about whether or not Einstein's theory of relativity permits Earth to accelerate upward indefinitely without the planet eventually surpassing the speed of light. (Einstein's laws apparently still hold in this alternate version of reality.)
As for what lies underneath the disc of Earth, this is unknown, but most flat-earthers believe it is composed of "rocks." [Religion and Science: 6 Visions of Earth's Core]
Then, there's the conspiracy theory: Flat-earthers believe photos of the globe are photoshopped; GPS devices are rigged to make airplane pilots think they are flying in straight lines around a sphere when they are actually flying in circles above a disc.
The motive for world governments' concealment of the true shape of the Earth has not been ascertained, but flat-earthers believe it is probably financial.

"In a nutshell, it would logically cost much less to fake a space program than to actually have one, so those in on the Conspiracy profit from the funding NASA and other space agencies receive from the government,"

- See more at: http://www.livescience.com/24310-flat-earth-belief.html#sthash.D3oEofvH.dpuf