"I dunno if she was intimidated by her, but I rarely, if ever, saw those two interact. They were never in a family together"
Castle, they were both in Voyaguers with Stacy "family head", for at least my first month or so. I was one of Stacy's kids, dunno if there was some politicking going on that I was the brunt of also, but it could stand to reason based on the factor you brought up: intelligence. Stacy and Caroline both believed in CEDU and what was going on in that era at RMA, but for different reasons. They were both COMPLETE Cultists, Yo. Again, for very different reasons. Without a doubt in the world, there was less harshness to Stacy. There was less tenderness in Caroline than there is in hard tack. I had my moments with Stacy...my head between her little breasts, her arms relaxed around my neck at the Tipi as Sonny and Cher blared out of the 1985 genre speakers on the boombox "For united we stand Divided we fall". I really knew something was very wrong when the adults all started to cry as the song was played.
"...And there's nothing in the world that I would rather see than your smile...If the world falls part, then I'll still be here, and if the going gets too hard along the way just cry and I'll be there..."
I think they played that in the staff conferences a lot and this night by the tipi was after one...or a staff rap or something. Anyway, it was one of my very first days...I've been reading about memory in the recent National Geographic and other publications and dealing with what is traumatic about CEDU practices (raps, propheets, memory vodoo, isolation etc...) and while I always viewed that night as a positive memory I now realize what complete confusion I felt being gently restrained between Stacy Wasserman's legs at fouteen years old after being abandoned in a place such as that was. She then began to cry and tremble and my scalp bounced in the hard hollow under my head, she held me harder and we swayed to the music of Sonny and Cher...
what the fuck? Not a bad memory but I play the music and simultaneously think/ actively remember that night, I bawl.
You been listening to the Era Music? it's wild man...wild.
Caroline and Stacy were certainly archetypes...but weren't all the charismatic ones? For the record, I was not swooned over by either, I held out for Challenge. I've still never written a questionable word about the staff I still LOVE. that I called my mother over and over, because she became that. and more...so much fucking more...Oh why do I feel if I tell my story I betray? I know some were trying to be helpful, but they had to follow program protocos that made them cultist or at least culty...and it's hard to understand that they truly did get paid sorry for the pun "small potatoes".
Once I get started...That fucking place...I hated it, and then I loved it, and then I RAN LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER...but I'm back...Sweet sweet swine, caroline, I'm gonna get mine, I hope you're still reading you abusive slag, Crazy snow pig.
Really tired about talking about RAPS.
And yet, as clearly demonstrated in the above posts, that ambiance and consistency of raps, and strange way that they made the place safe...in opposite land. The way RAPS and the communication principles weeded out many of the people who could have been their downfall early on by pressing on you. There is so much to say that I will start another thread. In it we will address what is a rap?
WHAT IS A RAP?
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