I FOUND IT!
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B6a8Sp5_PSf-UTdBaXY5ZFhqNms
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Note: I don't think I've opened it in seven years. You might as well run it through a virus detector software.
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There was scuttlebutt he was Bill McAninch (Shelby Star) and that he had died.
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12Whatever became of Marvin Shilmer?
by careful in12 hours ago someone resurrected a post by marvin shilmer from years ago.
it was then that i realized that i haven't seen a post from him for a while.
a check shows it's been 4 years.
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Whatever became of Marvin Shilmer?
by careful in12 hours ago someone resurrected a post by marvin shilmer from years ago.
it was then that i realized that i haven't seen a post from him for a while.
a check shows it's been 4 years.
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Schilmer's site was called (I think) WATCHTOWER QUOTATIONS.
The closing of the site may have followed a 'cease and desist' order.
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1973: MYSTERIOUS LADY (in the back bungalow)
by Terry in1973mysterious lady (in the back bungalow).
me: driving a squad car for a private security service.
me: "warren's night off.
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Finkle, I was just callow, wet-behind-the-ears and had zero experience with
"worldly" women. A big Nerd. Nothing heroic or even noble about that.
I simply find that - looking back on my post-prison life is either tragically funny or simply absurd until I finally get the hell out.
I had to start from scratch learning how to become a 'normal' human being.
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1973: MYSTERIOUS LADY (in the back bungalow)
by Terry in1973mysterious lady (in the back bungalow).
me: driving a squad car for a private security service.
me: "warren's night off.
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Who was this sophisticated and amorous young lady?
And... did you give what she needed so much that night?
I was a JW Nerd and married; struggling to pay bills.
That lady was less a source of desire or curiosity for me than the glorious grand piano.
I can't exactly remember what was on her list but I do know I refused to buy cigarettes for her. -
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1973: MYSTERIOUS LADY (in the back bungalow)
by Terry in1973mysterious lady (in the back bungalow).
me: driving a squad car for a private security service.
me: "warren's night off.
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This is NOT her - but sure looks like the "type" I was dealing with ...
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1973: MYSTERIOUS LADY (in the back bungalow)
by Terry in1973mysterious lady (in the back bungalow).
me: driving a squad car for a private security service.
me: "warren's night off.
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I'm going by what my boss, Warren said.
He claimed she was from Italy.
Did she look Italian? Well, very DARK Italian. But - who knows?
I found this photo on Google and searched the images. I couldn't really say any of these people
look like her.
So...bottom line? I know I didn't dream the incident :)
Warren was the sort of guy who liked to test people and he was setting me up to see if I
was more "human" than "holier-than-thou" JW.
Frankly, she was waaay more sophisticated than I was and that skeered me :)
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The END of my security job (such as it was) came when I fell asleep on the job.
I drove home for a very short nap and fell asleep on the couch.
When I awoke the squad car was GONE!
Panicked, I called my boss.
Me: "Warren, um, you're not going to believe this but --"
Warren: "Let me guess. The car has been stolen?"
Me: "Ummmm, well ...."
Warren: "You're fired. Go back to sleep."
Warren tried to contact me around three in the morning and I didn't answer.
Concerned, he drove around until he saw the car ... IN FRONT OF MY APARTMENT.
He had waited just long enough to determine I wasn't coming out again.
He took the car knowing I'd go batshit when it went missing.
He was an ex-sheriff or some other law enforcement specialty who had retired and
started up his own business, HOMEGUARD SECURITY.
Subscribers to his service in the "wealthy section" of Fort Worth expected full-time service
which consisted mostly of complaining about dogs digging up their garden, or shadows and noises
which simply must be checked out.
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1973: MYSTERIOUS LADY (in the back bungalow)
by Terry in1973mysterious lady (in the back bungalow).
me: driving a squad car for a private security service.
me: "warren's night off.
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MYSTERIOUS LADY (in the back bungalow)Me: driving a squad car for a private security service
Me: .357 Magnum pistol strapped to my hip
Me: Midnight to eight a.m. shift sleepier than sh*t
Radio: (see attached tune) playing too loud
Boss on 2-way radio: "Terry, get on over to (says address) and give the lady what she wants. Over."
Me: "Say wuh?"
Boss on 2-way radio: "A rich client has a music student living in her backyard bungalow as an exchange student. Van Cliburn finalist. You know the one. Don't you?"
Me: "Say wuh?"
Boss on 2-way radio: "I guess you don't know. Ha. Hahahahahahaha. You WILL KNOW soon enough. Get on over there. Ha. Hahahahah. Over and out.".
Me: "Say wuh?"
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Me (back on the 2-way radio as I head the squad car toward the mysterious lady in the back bungalow) "Say Warren, what's this all about?"Boss on 2-way radio: "This piano finalist is from Italy and she's hornier than a sailor on shore leave. She'll be at the door waiting for you - she'll have some bullshit errand to send you on - like buying her cigarettes ... and the light will be behind her ...and she'll be wearing something a priest would not bless. Now do you understand?"
Me on 2-way radio: "Errand? I'm not an errand boy. I'm a by-God rough and tumble conscientious objector fresh out of prison who has to wear a deadly weapon and work a lousy job all night for extra money because nobody will hire an ex-convict but you."
Boss on 2-way radio: "Tell me something I DON'T know. Now get on over there and give her 'whatever' because your boss is really doing you a favor. Over and out."
Me: (Insert un-Christian language out loud inside the squad car as the tune keeps playing).
__________Fast-forward to today 2020.
I hear the song again. It triggers THAT memory.
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I share it with you.
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The long gravel driveway snakes left and right with a thicket of dense pecan trees surrounding the pavement.
There, I see it!
The bungalow behind the rich person's house.
Just as my Boss, Warren told me. The light is on. The door is open.
The curvy Italian music finalist; she's standing between the light and my popped eyeballs.I pull up and park.
Back in 1973, no automatic windows. I lean and down roll as the lady is speaking.Me: "Say wuh?"
She stops speaking.
"Where is Warren?"I open the door and get out, standing all 6 feet 4 inches tall in a khaki uniform, tight fitting and adorned by my rather large deadly weapon...and rather sadly ... a Jehovah's Witness trying to earn a living working nights.
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I walk around the car and stand in front of - somebody I can only describe as straight out of La Dolce Vita - except, not blonde. She's a dark skinned Italian with movie-star looks."Warren ..." I quip. "You mean like Tolstoy's?"
Her face froze and a Neapolitan flicker in her eye signaled
she was chewing my comment over and for flavor."Ah" she remarked finally, "No - not WAR AND Peace ...
so - you make with funny for me. Who are you? You were sent by Warren for me?"I hesitated slightly.
I ignored the implications of "for me."My mind searched possible conversation starters.
Rejected: "What can I do for you?"Me: "Warren's night off. Yes - he sent me. There is an errand you wish to send me on?"
The slinky Italian pianist was eyeball frisking me for contraband.
She pursed her lips ... approvingly."Why don't you come in?"
Her hand beckoned like a TV game show Vanna White directing my eyes toward a gorgeous Grand Piano next to a wide bay window.
Once inside, she stands there and the light caresses her ample 'talent.'I was done for. She had me at "Where's Warren..."
In the next few minutes all I could look at was the truly magnificent and impossibly captivating object of desire I beheld.
"Do you play?" Her voice may have carried double meaning .. maybe not.
I was aching to get my hands busy. I don't know what got into me - I just couldn't help myself.
I might never have another chance such as this and the moment seemed right.I lunged and my hands grabbed great fistfuls. Of those black and white piano keys!
I improvised something in a minor key .. wistful ...forlorn ...exotic...passionate...
Until -
Until I came to my senses at what I had done!
I can't play piano worth a damn. I'm awkwardly self-taught.The hubris!
Me pounding like a chimp in front of a Van Cliburn competition expert - the shame of it struck me straightaway.The Italian temptress observed I had ended my impromptu passionate outburst.
She spoke: "It sounds very American."I stood gazing adoringly at the splendid keyboard (with 9 extra keys). "A Bösendorfer is Austrian, I believe."
The impatience with my not-so-funny comments tampered her mood.
She tossed her tresses impudently."Very well .. then ...here is my errand list..."
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The next day, my Boss Warren gave me a huge smile and one of those good-old-boy eyebrow raises.He chuckled. "What'd I tell you? Huh? Huh?"
I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly... "To tell you the truth,
she was very disappointed I showed up instead of 'Warren.'"I think I made his day.
_____*1973 tune on the radio*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jidMaFbmaok
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Bring Me The Head of Jesus Christ! (A true story)
by Terry in__________________bring me the head of jesus christ________________i have a story to tell.
if there is a moral to this story - well - it's for you to figure out.here goes ...toward the end of my so-called art career, i had devolved from a beverly hills art consultant slinging etchings, lithographs and paintings to movie stars in california ... all the way down to a local mom and pop art gallery and frame shop in fort worth, texas.i was now a custom-framer providing advice for graduation photos, paintings of jackrabbits, velvet elvis renderings, and even folded flags belonging to grieving mothers._____friday 1986the ting-a-ling bell attached to the front door brought me out from the workshop in back.a man standing in front of me appeared worried; very worried.he said his name was steve and was - he professed - "desperate.
"on the counter between us he'd laid out a very old portfolio of sketches, charcoal drawings, and preliminary studies.
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Here is a link to the CHRIST of St. John on the Cross essay
describing my meeting with the male model used by Salvador Dali to
creating his painting.
https://www.jehovahs-witness.com/topic/5129662540808192/my-conversation-crucified-man -
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Locate Your Brain Parasite (before you go Cuckoo)
by Terry incan you locate your brain parasite?_____________________________________is something troubling you?does your life often seem to make no sense at all?is your logic ...well...illogical?you just might have a brain parasite.scary, huh?but this planet is filled with opportunist species using you, exploiting you to aid its own purposes.sure, sure - we all know about one-cell organisms, worms, bloodsucking insects - but do you realize there are other kinds of parasites to worry about?meet the cuckoo!would this bird fit inside your clock?
?no, you silly!terry is about to use the cuckoo bird as an analogy of a brain parasite.stay tuned and follow along ...the cuckoo doesn't build a nest.
it lays its eggs in another bird's nest.
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CAN YOU LOCATE YOUR BRAIN PARASITE?
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Is something troubling you?
Does your life often seem to make no sense at all?
Is your Logic ...well...illogical?
You just might have a Brain Parasite.
Scary, huh?
But this planet is filled with opportunist species USING YOU, exploiting you to aid its own purposes.
Sure, sure - we all know about one-cell organisms, worms, bloodsucking insects - BUT do you realize there are OTHER kinds of parasites to worry about?
MEET THE CUCKOO!
Would this bird fit inside your clock??
No, you silly!
Terry is about to use the Cuckoo bird as AN ANALOGY of a BRAIN PARASITE.
Stay tuned and follow along ...
The Cuckoo doesn't build a nest. Doesn’t have to.
No. It lays its eggs in another bird's nest.
The other bird does all the work. Free childcare!
CUCKOO is a parasite.
(Brace yourself - here comes the analogy)
Cerain ideas are like those Cuckoo eggs.
You have them in your nest (brain) and as those cuckoo ideas hatch -- problems happen for you that may not be your own.
QUESTION: Who laid those cuckoo ideas in your brain?
Broadening this query - where did your cuckoo ideas come from??What is an IDEA?
DEFINITIONS (of "idea") are frequently too broad and so ambiguous that they end up having no IDENTITY. In fact, you may THINK you KNOW something and you are so confused you can’t really articulate it. ("Go get me that thingy ma jiggy")
To KNOW something is to UNDERSTAND what you know and HOW you know it.
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BRAIN PARASITE SYMPTOMSWhen our definitions are fuzzy and indistinct we can’t reason effectively.
We reason by linking ideas.
A chain is as strong as the weakest of the links.
The cuckoo egg is the weak link in our thinking.
The idea we don't own is the idea that wrecks our thinking and cripples our logic and derails our life plans.
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Our BRAIN (our consciousness) is inside our skull - but - the rest of the world is
Outside.
For us to KNOW and UNDERSTAND the world and how it operates we use our 5 senses to SEE, HEAR, SMELL, TASTE, and FEEL.
Example Analogy:
A robbery.
A witness to the robbery.
A Police sketch artist.
The witness verbalizes a description. The artist creates a sketch of the robber.
THAT IS HOW IDEAS WORK.
The more accurate the eyewitness description, the better the sketch will be.
Otherwise ...a FALSE ARREST occurs.
OUR IDEAS are sketches of what our 5 senses perceive.To be CONSCIOUS is to be conscious of SOMETHING.
To be AWARE is to be aware of SOMETHING.
To be is to be SOMETHING.
By continually making sketches of our surroundings we form our lists of Fact and Truth.
The IDEA IS THE EGG that hatches into -----something----eventually. Fact? or Lie?
We want no cuckoo surprises!Warning! Warning!
OUR mind can be stocked with self-examined and tested IDEAS or cuckoo eggs laid
by ruthless exploiters using us for their own purposes.What we do not test for ourselves we swallow whole.
Rumor, urban myth, fallacy, superstition, fear, propaganda --these cuckoo eggs penetrate our thinking if we are not ON GUARD.
The BRAIN PARASITES we must test by careful examinations and inspections.IDEAS RULE THE WORLD
ARE YOUR IDEAS YOUR OWN?
How do you make an idea your own?
TEST Example: What is JUSTICE?
Here is my definition: Justice is the principle by which each of us gets what we deserve but not what we don’t. If you do the crime you do the time. If you’ve done nothing wrong you can’t be punished.
Justice demands a balance - not an excess.
Justice is concerned with restoration.
Importantly, LOGIC is free of self-contradiction.
Nothing can be True or Just if it contains self-contradictions.
This is how I choose to understand these terms: logically.
Otherwise, I’m merely memorizing the dictionary.
I’ve learned to be very cautious (skeptical) about accepting definitions without examining them first.
CONSIDER THIS FACT:
When a newly interested person starts a Bible study with a JW, the questions are printed at the bottom of the page. ( PREEMPTS natural curiosity)
Insidious methods designed to lay eggs.Remember, if you cannot clearly define an idea it is NOT YOUR OWN.
WATCHTOWER EGGS with CUCKOO IDEAS
How many JW's clearly understand how the year 1914 is the KEY foundation of the Governing Body's hold on JW's worldwide?
How many comprehend the nature of the forced reasoning that leads to 1914?JW's are too busy raising Watchtower cuckoos to have their own agenda, their own life, their own purpose. It is a hijacking of the entire viewpoint to that person's own detriment.
What is the moral of the story?
IF 1914 teachings were Truth - no counter-factual statements would ever apply.
But the last 100+ years are filled with contradictions. Lies and Logic are incompatible.
Watchtower publishes and teaches things at the WRONG TIME (the events predicted do not occur)
This is incompatible with their own SELF DEFINITION "Faithful" "Discreet" "Food at the PROPER time."BRAIN PARASITES infest all of us from early childhood, school, friends, religious upbringing, News reports, political discourse, reading materials, advertising, technology -- the whole F-ing world is eager to dump a parasite egg in your noggin.
Detection is simple: Which ideas are your own and which are not?
Ask: What is the key idea and how do I define it?
Listen to your answers. How vague are the connections?
BEWARE THE SOURCE TELLING YOU :1.You can't "know" anything. (Although he seems to "know", doesn't he?)
2.You can't rely on logic because it is manmade and imprecise. (While using that logic to present that view)
3.Each person has their own reality; what is true for one person isn't true for another. (This relativism dilutes the concept of evidence, proof and facts. Very convenient preparation for a takeover.)
4.You can't really ‘define” anything. (Math works, doesn’t it? We send rockets to Mars, don’t we? Computers and A.I. depend entirely on strings of exactly defined procedures).
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Bring Me The Head of Jesus Christ! (A true story)
by Terry in__________________bring me the head of jesus christ________________i have a story to tell.
if there is a moral to this story - well - it's for you to figure out.here goes ...toward the end of my so-called art career, i had devolved from a beverly hills art consultant slinging etchings, lithographs and paintings to movie stars in california ... all the way down to a local mom and pop art gallery and frame shop in fort worth, texas.i was now a custom-framer providing advice for graduation photos, paintings of jackrabbits, velvet elvis renderings, and even folded flags belonging to grieving mothers._____friday 1986the ting-a-ling bell attached to the front door brought me out from the workshop in back.a man standing in front of me appeared worried; very worried.he said his name was steve and was - he professed - "desperate.
"on the counter between us he'd laid out a very old portfolio of sketches, charcoal drawings, and preliminary studies.
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In my Beverly HIlls days (70's-80's) I learned the investment aspect of Art collecting.
In those years, a business could buy art and depreciate it as "office furnishings" for tax purposes while, simultaneously, looking forward to the same item 'appreciating' in collector value for resale.
People with lots of money must keep that money churning constantly with all sorts of investments - or else -taxes and inflation eat away.
Consequently, particular artists and art items acquire a reputation as investment-worthy ENTIRELY APART from the eye-of-the-beholder quality of an image.
If 'so-and-so' owns a particular artist's work - it is like buying a house next a millionaire.
Property values go up.
In fact - the average layperson, outside of this bubble of prosperity and speculation, is often astounded at the enormous sums of money knocked down at Sotheby's auctions.
EXAMPLE:
In 1987, a Monet sunflower painting sold at auction for $39.9 million dollars . Almost instantly, other Monet painting's valuations jumped in estimated worth.
A tidal wave
Note: why did a Japanese insurance company want this Monet oil painting?
1. To replace an earlier painted destroyed in Allied bombing.
2. To celebrate the founding of the firm .
A tidal wave of sudden interest in owning art instantly kicked in because of FOMO.
(Fear of missing out.)
The 'knock-on' effect?The day after the ’Sunflowers″ auction, Christie’s reported record annual sales of $644 million, up from $591.6 million.
The firm is second to U.S.-owned rival, Sotheby’s, which the same day reported their total as $980 million, up from $803.5 million.
