I can't remember them reading anything out of the Prophet, but I don't rule it out. As far was what the reg green game detailed...I don't really remember except for the fact that they seperated everyone into two groups and made them sit on opposite sides of the building(or the breakroom). The two groups couldn't be able to see or hear one another, they had to be seperate. I know that staff members had to relay messages between the groups. But I don't know what the actual game looked like. The POINT of the game was to realize that both teams could be right. It was to emphasize the "Win Win" "Tool." Like I said though, I don't remember how the game was played, just the outcome.
One girl in my group thought that she was "Dirty." She thought it was another sort of a "Disclosure Circle" and started to say all this weird shit. I think she said something like "I didn't do my dishes when I was living in the OSD."
My Summit took place at RMA's campus at the time. It was in that building on the hill or whatever, Emerson?!
But you are correct in your thinking that it really didn't have much to do with emotional growth. It was just one very long mind fuck where they broke you down and made you feel like shit, then somehow by lifting you up on their shoulders and playing John Denver or "Fame" they built you back up.
I know that when everyone saw people coming out of their Summit, holding roses and going "Pssstt" they thought it was lame, and it was. But coming out of the Summit myself, that's actually how I felt. Mind you it wasn't a real feeling or anything, but I was just so damn happy to be done that dancing was easily the best thing to do at the moment. It was a strangely happy moment (But not as happy as the WHITE SOX WINNING THE WORLD SERIES YESTERDAY! I'm from Chicago, sorry.)
Why do you still look back fondly on your I Want To Live? That shit was fucking dumb. OOOHHH hit a pillow for a long time and imagine that it's your father or the bully at school. I thought that shit was lame. It had this big reputation surrounding it also. Maybe that's because you could always hear yelling coming from the "Propheet Room" (what ever one that happened to be) and it scared the crap out of you if you just got there. Actually it scared the crap out of you even if you had already done it.
Did anyone ever assist, or help or support, with a propheet? I can't remember what that was called, but I had to one time. I did the Childrens again, and it was just as weird the second time around as it was the first. The only thing that was different when I was supporting was the fact that I didn't get yelled at as much in the rap. That was all. I had to do the same stuff as I did when I went through it the first time. The Diads or whatever (Yelling at someone: "My father told me...My mother told me.." Man, why didn't we burn that place down?!