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Offline GregFL

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« on: October 22, 2004, 09:03:00 PM »
FUNNY SEED STORIES...Please post them here.

Okay, I think I have one.

In the early 70s open meeting was every monday and friday. With approx 700 kids and group and more than double the number of observers and parents, it was an event likened to a penecostal tent revival in the press.  

Part of the dog and pony show was that when someone "earned" the right to go home, it was a secret until someone passed him/her the mike, he would exclaim into the mike "mom, dad...IM COMMING HOME!" and the place would go crazy applauding, old ladies would cry, people would hug each other. It was really a site to see.

My first open meeting the mike was passed to a guy on the front row and he made the proclamation with much emotion "MOM, DAD...IMMM COMMMINNNG HOMMME" real sincere like. His parents were gleee filled, the entire place burst into applause...only it wasn't true and the staff wildly tried to get the place under control and came down on him hard the next day.  The next open meeting, the same...with the staff wildly waving off the applause and shooting him dirty looks.  This went on every open meeting and people would get snookered every time.


Hysterical.... :grin:  :grin:  :grin:




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« Reply #1 on: October 23, 2004, 01:24:00 AM »
Can u i contact u by phone i need to speak to u Greg and need to hear ur voice.
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« Reply #2 on: October 23, 2004, 09:53:00 AM »
send me a private message with your phone number and I will call you right now. the private message icon is to the left in red. Click on it, post your message and phone number, and I will call you wherever you are.



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« Reply #3 on: October 23, 2004, 01:27:00 PM »
I had two older brothers in The Seed at one time. The one took the indoctrination, hook-line and sinker. The other really only agreed to go in to stay close to the girl next door, whom he eventually married. But he never really bought in. So, just for shits and giggles, once in awhile he'd relate in group about his druggie past, only he was telling our brother's story. Far as I know, Tom never busted him out and no one ever really caught on. Eventually, they graduated Jim, telling him they'd given up, he wasn't ever going to buy in, so just get out.

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« Reply #4 on: October 25, 2004, 09:51:00 PM »
bump...com'n, get yer head out yer asses and get outta yer head....there has to be more funny stories out there!!!

 :grin:  

Okay, I got one.  There was this skinny sixteen year old kid that got put in the seed and "thought he was tough". He really was just a skinny kid that apparently had a hidden talent.

Soon he was gone. Of course we didn't know what happened until a couple days later he showed back up and got stood up for "splitting". He apparently had escaped and they came down on him hard for hours.

Sufficiently pleased that they had modified his behavior with their ego busting techniques, they sent him home again. The next day once again he was gone.

Again a few days later we are blessed with his return when we learn the police had caught him and brought him back.  Once again he is stood back up for a "come down on you" session and told if he ever left again he was going to jail..no passing go..no two hundred dollars. Again he goes home with a new house with increased security and the next day...gone.

A week later here he comes again and we here that he "split again. This time he was savagely ripped apart in group and told how lucky he was to be getting another chance, that they should just let the police take him to jail. At the end of the night when they made announcements, they stood him up and then stood up the biggest baddest kid, an oldcomer about 19 years old with massive muscles, sneared at him and told him he was going home with this ex football jock along with his massive dad and brother, was going to be locked in his room and there was no way he would ever escape again.  Everyone laughed at him as the muscular oldcomer smiled at him with "a shit eating grin".

That was the last time we ever saw him because that night he escaped for the last time...

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« Reply #5 on: October 26, 2004, 11:35:00 AM »
Still no story tellers, eh?

Am I to carry this burden all by myself?

Okay, here is another.

My father and stepmother bought into the whole Seed culture hook, line and sinker. They spoke the language and would rather have slit their wrist than criticize the almighty seed.

Anyway, my father took a "seed loves you" license plate and fastened it next to our front door. The next day it was gone, the prize of some local "druggie".

My father, Undaunted, replaced the sign but now wired it with an electric fence motor.  The next night a policeman showed up at the door with a local old buddy of mine (rick R.) and said there was a complaint about the sign, that the kid was only coming over to see if I was home (yeah right) and was shocked and had filed a complaint. The cop was pissed but my father proceeded to tell him he was buddys with his boss and if he pursued it any further he would have him fired. The cop tucked tail and left.

Two nights later the Seed sign was gone. Someone had planned a midnight coup and clipped the wire and took the sign.  

About a week later I was out in the field During PE class playing soccor and Rick and about 6 of his friends came up to me holding the Seed sign, only they had changed the S in Seed to W, making the sign now read...

'THE WEED LOVES YOU'

I of course couldn't say anything to them in retort.
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« Reply #6 on: November 10, 2004, 10:24:00 AM »
Humilitating for you, but sort of funny. I remember kids who were my "druggies" friends trying to get me to react - react to anything. But, true to form, I didn't.  God forbid I should have said anyting but the permissable statement of I don't want to talk to you. How sad.
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« Reply #7 on: February 18, 2005, 10:24:00 PM »
The only funny thing I remember was how my dad would make fun of the open meetings on our way home from the Seed.  

He'd say,  "Hi my name is Mike and I've been in the Seed for 3months...  and I am sooooooo
happpppppppy :???: "

He would say most of the kids didn't sound happy at all, and that we sounded all alike.  

Don't get me wrong.  He was a loving father and did anything for us 6 kids and my mom but he didn't like Art and didn't agree with most anything about the Seed.  

We were driving to the Seed one day and A Horse With No Name came on the radio,   We told dad Art said we weren't allowed to listen to that type of music.  Dad turned up the volume.....  
I still love when that song comes on the radio it reminds me of my dad.

Dad was always there to help us balance the ideas of the Seed and how he and mom tried to raise us.  I think my dad knew the cult direction the Seed was capable of taking while my sister and I were there.
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« Reply #8 on: February 22, 2005, 03:59:00 PM »
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We were driving to the Seed one day and A Horse With No Name came on the radio,   We told dad Art said we weren't allowed to listen to that type of music.  Dad turned up the volume.....  
I still love when that song comes on the radio it reminds me of my dad.


Hey. It really makes me smile to read stories like this. I am so glad that there were parents out there who didn't buy into the bulls*#t of the Seed like so many other parents I saw.
I can remember driving home with my oldcomer Ed ?. He lived in Hialeah, this was around '78. We were driving home from the SR84 Seed and he put in a tape of BOC's (Don't Fear) The Reaper, which I recall a staff member saying once in a rap that it was one of the biggest "druggy songs" there ever was. I might be confusing it with a David Bowie song, but I think that was the story. Anyways, I kept looking at him and wondered what he was doing listening to this song and If I remember, I asked him this as well. He said it was a great song, Today, I do like the cow bell in it.

After we got home I told his Mom what we had done. She told me to tell staff the next day.

So, I felt so egregiously bad about what we had done that I told Cookie the next day that we listened to BOC last night on the trip home. Shortly, thereafter I was moved to another foster home.
It wasn't long after this that I never saw Ed around the Seed again. Looking back at it, I guess he was the lucky one, but, I only wonder if I had told a different parent they might have laughed the whole (Don't Fear) The Reaper thing off. Like hey it's just a song. There is no such thing as a "druggy song". But, to a 14 yr old kid hood-winked by all the smoke and mirrors, I couldn't see the truth.
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« Reply #9 on: February 22, 2005, 09:45:00 PM »
My dad was hard to figgure. He was a WWI Navy vet w/ permanently short hair and extreme right wing leanings. Never in a million years would he ever admit that rock-n-roll was anything but a bad influence, brainwashing, etc.

However, he did used to call Art a "professional alcoholic" and compared him to the Bible thumpers who used to breeze through town leaving pregnant teenagers behind.

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« Reply #10 on: February 23, 2005, 03:59:00 AM »
Ginger said:
My dad was hard to figgure. He was a WWI Navy vet w/ permanently short hair and extreme right wing leanings. Never in a million years would he ever admit that rock-n-roll was anything but a bad influence, brainwashing, etc.

However, he did used to call Art a "professional alcoholic" and compared him to the Bible thumpers who used to breeze through town leaving pregnant teenagers behind.

Thom said:
Why would the thumpers drop off pregnant teenagers? (a Mom-type question)

Dad was WWII, his dad was WWI infantry. they both came home damaged, so we decided to skip a generation or two.

I think it fits Dad's conservative mindset to distrust recovery types. He was a will power, pull yourself up by your bootstraps kind of guy who didn't do well with the powerlessness concept. The 'professional drunk' thinking probably developed out of his bad relationship with his Father-in-Law, an early AA member, and arrogant know-it-all type snob who belittled Dad because he came from 'the wrong side of the tracks'. Based on his feelings for Grandpa, he saw AA as some kind of elitest country club. Dad didn't care for people who use their addiction, race, gender, etc. as an excuse for not acheiving. I think that made it hard for him to sit through those open meetings at The Seed and Straight. One time when his car wasn't doing well, he had to suffer the indignity of borrowing my Toyota to make his weekly trip from Pompano to Sarasota for an open meeting. (He fought the Japanese in the Pacific Theatre during the war, and hated anything Japanese or German). When he got back from Straight, I asked him how he liked the car, he said, "Oh, it rides OK...it's just that when I was getting out of it, I wasn't sure if I was climbing out, or it was giving birth to me" (Dad's way of saying it was a bit cramped) :roll:
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« Reply #11 on: February 23, 2005, 08:50:00 PM »
My Dad was WWII Navy too...  He  retired after  27 yrs of service.  A very conservative man.  He loved all types of music and dancing.
I got ahold recently with someone who went to the Seed with my sister and I, she mentioned how my dad was.  How he could sit around the kitchen table with us kids and tell some stories.  He would sit there for hours and talk with us about anything and everthing.  
Dad would bring home different people known around town as not as fortunate as most and feed them.  
Two months before he died, during the 2000 election we were waiting for hospice to arrive.   They were coming to educate us on what hospice was all about and how it was the last resort.  
The TV was on with news of the election, this was in January, the nation didn't know yet who was president.  He started to cry
He said "What's happening to my country, I'm so worried about my country".
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« Reply #12 on: February 24, 2005, 09:03:00 PM »
I think Dad was right about a few things, including Haines and Art.

He really did have an abiding grudge against anything Japanese, though. When he first bought that house in Pompano, I was really tickled that it has a good loquat tree. One of Vicki's friends had one and they just loved to pick the fruit. Dad was going on about cutting it down. But I reminded him that it was just a tree that gives fruit and didn't have any political preference one way or the other. He let it stand. In the end, it was the avacado that betrayed that one good orange tree by starving it of sunlight.

Fear believes--courage doubts. Fear falls up the earth and prays--- courage stands erect and thinks. Fear is barbarism---courage is civilization. Fear believes in witchcraft, devils and ghosts. Fear is religion, courage is science.
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« Reply #13 on: February 25, 2005, 02:35:00 AM »
He got it for being drunk all of the time. I saw him die of Parkinson's disease, just this last Easter morning. I teach him like a lesson to my younger brother, but he doesn't care, He's on the same path. I just stick to the stimulants and the medications and anti-oxidents like learned from my girlfriend Plus theVA taught mehow to live off of fruit and grain and protien. But "The Seed" was just an indoctrination to the world that I never cared for. Mom's a witch and so is sis',matter of fact the whole fam damily if fucked because of not the Seed but their own religious preferances. I just avoid them all and do my work. They're all very stupid though.They can't even learn from other's mistakes. They call it tradition or excuse it with genetics. They're all dying. Christ,they even make me sick thinking about them much less putting up with them. They're stupid. "The Seed" was a place for them to drop me off so they could continue their own counter-culture lifestyle. When they saw I had reformed......................I was viewed as the enemy. Until I got away from them...............Then I was a threat. Popularity shook them with my music.Woundup in straight. I escaped. Joined the Navy and got into real dope. I mean world famous real authentic impoted exotic dope...Just to forget their lame asses. I moved up the ranks with speed and got a job with NATO at shore duty. I had quit everything but drinking by then. I wound up in a alcohol unit. taking anti-buse, and distrupting their book learners. I couldn't forget"The Seed". So I just went to a doctor and said I "wanted out" and  a medical under"honorable" conditions. I got awarded a "A pension",then sent back to college with pay for everything including my work. I dropped out.Music Major"The teacher couldn't teach me anything. I just read my text books and gave them private tutored updates on my formulas with theoretic application to my instruments. I got hooked up with other bands but soon dropped out because it was a bunch of bullshit. Now I got my own studio with lots of instruments. Also a media research center and work for DHS. Newly built studio at that. So I'm still at the same place I was back in "The Seed". Outcast from the world but monitoring where I go and doing my work at home. I saved up all my VA checks for close to 25 years and invested and sad to see it all come to a market crash. So buy gold or oil. But I'm not even from Florida, and I don't belong in my hometown of Jamestown. N.Y., so I guess it's sort of a lonely type of limbo in this physical world I grew acustomed too. Been to middle earth before. Tried suicide a few times. But God isn't through with me yet. I just won't die, even when they try to kill me. I don't understand?Is it because I kept the words of God? I don't know. I think He's been fairly "Merciful" to me. I know a lot of dead people. Even in purgatory I seen enough to last a lifetime. Yeah, Dad got kicked out of open meetings for being a big mouth drunk. That's his legacy. I'm not going to folow his example. I witnessed the senility and lewy-bodies towards the last stages and the coninuous porno on his vision or the tube. FGace it Parkinson's comes from non-repentence. It's not only disease but the deeds that had to be turned away. But I learned about all that too. I'm alive. Thank God. :smokin:

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« Reply #14 on: February 26, 2005, 11:34:00 AM »
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On 2005-02-24 18:03:00, Antigen wrote:

"I think Dad was right about a few things, including Haines and Art.

He really did have an abiding grudge against anything Japanese, though. When he first bought that house in Pompano, I was really tickled that it has a good loquat tree. One of Vicki's friends had one and they just loved to pick the fruit. Dad was going on about cutting it down. But I reminded him that it was just a tree that gives fruit and didn't have any political preference one way or the other. He let it stand. In the end, it was the avacado that betrayed that one good orange tree by starving it of sunlight.

Fear believes--courage doubts. Fear falls up the earth and prays--- courage stands erect and thinks. Fear is barbarism---courage is civilization. Fear believes in witchcraft, devils and ghosts. Fear is religion, courage is science.

--Robert G. Ingersoll, American politician, lecturer, and Secular Humanist BS Artist


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I wonder if that avacado tree even had a valid green card.
I think Guacamole is vegetarian for monkey shit.
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