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Getting Out : Media Reports
YOUTUBE.COM | from forester - Thursday, June 14, 2007
accessed 1141 times YOUTUBE CLIPS I thought this was interesting a friend referred me to view these different clips on YouTube.com you can do a quick search for "the family" or "the children of God" it links also to the "prophet bus". |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from figaro
Monday, June 18, 2007 - 15:36
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there are a whole lot of very damning clips from news casts and interviews, against TF that there is really no way you can put up a logical argument against. so they do what the bush administration does, ignore it and completely deny it even against a mountain of evidence.
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| from NClaunch
Sunday, June 17, 2007 - 08:56
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Look up 'wordstock' as well. Lots of clips on there.
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| | | | from Shannon
Saturday, June 16, 2007 - 11:32
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After watching the clips on youtube of the "prophet bus" I just felt sorry more than anything for all those young people… They're actually the "lost souls" and are the ones that need "the light". I know this is going to sound cliché but it’s just like the Matrix how most of the young people in the group are all happy and satisfied with their lives only because they don’t know any better. The group is all they know; it’s just really sad more than anything else…
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| from Samuel
Friday, June 15, 2007 - 19:14
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"The family" got me no results, but "Children of God" worked. The first thing that I found related to TF under "Children of God" is a stupid video of some young people fooling around pretending to be "flirty fishing" cult members. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tidLHVC_85A
However, if you click on that video, there are several in the "related" window that are pertinent to The Family.
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| | | | | | |  From BANG! BANG! --YOU'RE DEAD!
Sunday, June 24, 2007, 19:43
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NOW, DEAL WITH ETERNITY
Sun light burning...
I shade in (man main Words clicked}
Firing away my weapon of choice
Do you know the first time I Read the word s “You’re fired!” I had to put the book down and breath a little …I finally asked and it turned out the fore letters only meant someone was loosening a job. And here I thought it was their life.
I remember feeling silly, hurt a little
You’d think they’d teach us right off, how to take them in context
Which they obviously did –which was the worst part.
I’d never care to admit it but
If they are gonna put scary worlds like FIRE in books
And only let us read the ones they’ve written
Keep us home from school
Only To “teach” (what we haven‘t learned hopefully)
(I’m Laughing because Their in shockNever suspecting
Me to be a fire burning dragon With all the silly packs of matches and lighter fluidLaying around)
Reminds me
Of the power of fire
I say, when really, their killing stench,
me hates them
for killing me
Marked
Stuck
Like when naked I, electricity, glued me to a fan
Naked and wet Jakarta, before I know what prescriptions were for I was filling them out for myself Heat stroke/rash prevention “shower/fan therapy: B.I.D PRN” I was brilliant until I saw what I fool I was to believe I was safe which was like the first time I ever cried.
religon: Once a snake cursed to eat the earth’s dirt, and wallow through thickets of thorns--sorrow’s war Zone—barbwire blades tearing our flesh—vultures hover in packs--born unto the suffering, the house of wickedness-- hells earth: Job’s pit of ashes. Ashamed of our human heritage—we pick at our boil’s in hope’s mask of self depravation” for sherly, verily God will notice, our righteousness, and vaccine our children victims of cruelty’s circumstance . Waiting watching the digital clock blink blinking black on white numbers. stuck in infinity of yesterday’s electrical shortage—Garbage in black hole disposal, dump darkness, trash of toxic pollution, perpetually going—perpetually--no wear. We never even notice our routine and its comforting numbness in expectation’s lost effort forgotten.)
Dreaming of your imagined real life drama
…Billboards flashing: Cut throat gets throat cut! fore by fore cell anticipation You are the jail bird—Flu from the coop was easy to catch—too bad blow to the head-subconscious nerve voice cold clam dead—rotting Logs engulfed by growing fungi hungry—devouring, slowly from the inside our vary structure—our foundations stolen ever so slowly, our own mother milk! We drink their evil concoction thinking it tastes of warm milk and honey because we’ve don’t know any better and are to tired and scared to question Because besides their sick pleasure in our purpose ( we be to feed their glutton appetites , we become their sick delicacy: (Strung out but Fresh) Alive baby Monkey brains they suck out any what could be placid –so that we believe their story of heaven only told to us so their conscious is penny lighter. .
They wrapped the worthless metal--extra weight, in paper coils and placed it in our pockets “for food little solider, for nourishing food” they almost believe their own lies and we, to young to know that a penny couldn’t buy a beggar child grub, or even a bare wooden coffin--much less freedom!
But being reared for execution and deaths weight pulling us below, we thought it “So kind, how touchingly kind them to sacrifice silver for our nourishment” The love of a parent to give up such heavy metal…we, well trained child slaves, void, empty.
“Love slaves” their drunken hearts cry in perversion --our blood and brains, stolen, fermenting in the gluttons bellies. Our skulls exposed --cracked and hollow and echoless empty except for there dripping stagnant back wash swish of their f their anise’s regurgitation “family,” they name it. And even though I am dieing slowly, and my still has killed most my senses, being one’s whose scenes are sensitive I can’t help but notice the stench all over me. Communion, Christ’s blood: their version of runny diarrhea--Blaspheme-tick-blood-sucking-pestilence’s potty mouth-er call spirituality/love—even we, so young can see the “so called "ice cream life float” is a cesspool’s shit fest with crawling bussing cockroaches as treats. …And we in our innocence shed a tear when they tell us we are their brave little solider. We believed, we are the chosen, special despite the fact we are being eaten alive by insects—termites ripping away at our flesh-- we describe our pain as. Itchy, scratching, scratching itch of a unidentified discomfort. We Curse God. Our blistering Boils have become our offspring who’s child heads spew out yellow, puss thick of infection –Righteous anger of those born of mental institutions, and concentrations camps—sometimes those poor souls are worse off free. Like the free’d egal’s ignescents dance down insane Dr. Perpetual Disillusion propelled by our newly discovered lack of understanding the simple.
Us lucky ones develop an appetite for danger, finding the tree we eat quickly in large worrisome gulps and our stomachs ach form remorse. of our horrible sin.. As the forbidden fruit in our bellies digest, churning the cud absentmindedly, and by chance we stumble to the greenest pasture.
Painstacking in coming –experimentation—doubt—the harder knocks of lessons un-learned Has fattened this young calf
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| | | | | | | | From rainy
Friday, June 15, 2007, 21:29
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There was one there I just watched that completely devastated me. It was called "Cult teens sing to their leader". I'm not kidding, I had such a huge and unexpected reaction to it. As the music started, I remembered singing that song with my eyes closed and meaning every word with all my heart. Watching the smiles on those faces as they sang, all of them looking like stepford wives, I began to cry pretty hard with a lot of emotions, mainly anger with my parents for not seeing the weirdness all around them. It's strange that seeing something like that can be so much more powerful than words. It's a piece of the past, a time when we were so young that everything was molded. Our ideals, hopes, dreams, views on the world. It was all tainted. Nothing was original or just us.(reply to this comment) |
| | From figaro
Monday, June 18, 2007, 15:43
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i kind of had the same reaction. i also remembered singing this song meaning every word of it, but what made it worse for me is that the second girl to sing, thats my oldest sister Misheal aka "vessel". who is no longer in TF. and the girl sitting behind the first girl to sing, is my second oldest sister celest aka "joan", who is still IN TF in japan. this tape is OLD!(reply to this comment) |
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