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The Seed-------Did Art Barker succeed?
lllLIZlll:
I hope somebody will see this post. I decided today that I was going to try to find out if the Seed still existed. I looked up the Seed and found the Mustard Seed in St Pete and called up. It was a drug rehab, but not what I was looking for. I just wanted to reach out and touch someone. I have had dreams over the years about the Seed, still sing the song and smile. Today I was trying to picture the staff and what they would look like at 55-65 years old and if they were still there. I felt the Seed helped to change my life. It brought an awareness that I didn't have and understanding of ME. It helped me to sort out what was "truth" and find out who I was. It was my first opportunity to find that I could be me and could have friends. As I grew and learned from life's lessons, I was able to accept myself the way I am...well maybe just that I am weird and different, but that I don't have to try to fit in the "normal" mode. During the many years that past after the Seed I would tell people that I was grateful for the Seed, but that if I "screwed up", I would NEVER go back. I learned the lessons that have helped me to make choices for me and not to continue doing drugs and screwing up not only my life, but the lives of my children. They know I did drugs, but they also know that drugs are bad! I wonder what happened to Suzie, Amy (?), Billy the short guy with the blue VW bug. I remember the bountiful meals we had at the Vero Beach Seed and then we went to Ft Lauderdale and had the PBJ sandwiches Monday thru Friday lunch Ham & cheese for Fridaynite/Saturday lunch and tuna fish for Saturday nite and I didn't eat on Sunday lunch because someone had gotten food poisoning. Yes...Heck yes things were tough. We had to deal with the human part of the program (the bad part) pointing fingers at others before they could point them at you, being the kicked dog when the boss yelled at you. I remember standing up for hours down in Miami (after getting home late) as punishment for not "being honest". Going to bed at 2-3 am and then getting up at 6 to go to Hialeah to be dropped off before I was taken to the Seed.
I am glad someone else talked about being an outsider when the went back to visit. I finally had a ride to go down there from Cocoa and I was so excited to be able to visit...It was horrible! I was not welcomed. I swear that they had changed it to look more like a prison and I never checked back again...except in my dreams.
I also was there in 1974....April Fools Day, I went in got out just before graduation...talked to my boyfriend and got sent back. Finally graduated the program sometime before January of 1975.
I hope that I can find someone that was in Vero Beach and got transferred down to Ft Lauderdale. I really want to find another "Seedling". I have read some of the posts, but I intend to go through all of them. Thanks to all of you that have posted and those that will!!!! Liz
Anonymous:
Liz... here here. I graduated the month before you came in. I did go back after the St Rd 84 facility was shut down, and the Seed had become simply a counseling center back near Andrews Ave. I met with Libby and she brought out Michele (Barker). I was in the navy by then and wore my senior enlisted dress whites. Libby just beamed to see me and I could really feel some pride from them. I was welcomed wholeheartedly, and gave me a warm & fuzzy to be there. I entered the Seed 4 days before Christmas 1971 and graduated in March 1973. After about eight months on the program I was selected to staff. I learned real inner peace there and learned the tools I would need to help me have a happy life and leave the world a little better for having been in it. I learned respect for myself and others. It made boot camp 4 years later a piece of cake, believe me!
:rose:
Anonymous:
Wow-this is amazing!!
I thought everyone had faded away.
I went to the Seed in Ft. Lauderdale in '75-'77?
I will say the one thing good it did was open my eyes up to reality. I really did live in a make-believe world before I went there.
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "Warrant" ---Liz... here here. I graduated the month before you came in. I did go back after the St Rd 84 facility was shut down, and the Seed had become simply a counseling center back near Andrews Ave. I met with Libby and she brought out Michele (Barker). I was in the navy by then and wore my senior enlisted dress whites. Libby just beamed to see me and I could really feel some pride from them. I was welcomed wholeheartedly, and gave me a warm & fuzzy to be there. I entered the Seed 4 days before Christmas 1971 and graduated in March 1973. After about eight months on the program I was selected to staff. I learned real inner peace there and learned the tools I would need to help me have a happy life and leave the world a little better for having been in it. I learned respect for myself and others.
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::puke::
--- Quote --- It made boot camp 4 years later a piece of cake, believe me!
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Think about that statement.
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "lllLIZlll" ---I hope somebody will see this post. I decided today that I was going to try to find out if the Seed still existed. I looked up the Seed and found the Mustard Seed in St Pete and called up. It was a drug rehab, but not what I was looking for. I just wanted to reach out and touch someone. I have had dreams over the years about the Seed, still sing the song and smile. Today I was trying to picture the staff and what they would look like at 55-65 years old and if they were still there. I felt the Seed helped to change my life. It brought an awareness that I didn't have and understanding of ME. It helped me to sort out what was "truth" and find out who I was. It was my first opportunity to find that I could be me and could have friends. As I grew and learned from life's lessons, I was able to accept myself the way I am...well maybe just that I am weird and different, but that I don't have to try to fit in the "normal" mode. During the many years that past after the Seed I would tell people that I was grateful for the Seed, but that if I "screwed up", I would NEVER go back.
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Why? And why do you say it so strongly (the all caps NEVER)?
--- Quote ---I learned the lessons that have helped me to make choices for me and not to continue doing drugs and screwing up not only my life, but the lives of my children. They know I did drugs, but they also know that drugs are bad! I wonder what happened to Suzie, Amy (?), Billy the short guy with the blue VW bug. I remember the bountiful meals we had at the Vero Beach Seed and then we went to Ft Lauderdale and had the PBJ sandwiches Monday thru Friday lunch Ham & cheese for Fridaynite/Saturday lunch and tuna fish for Saturday nite and I didn't eat on Sunday lunch because someone had gotten food poisoning. Yes...Heck yes things were tough. We had to deal with the human part of the program (the bad part) pointing fingers at others before they could point them at you, being the kicked dog when the boss yelled at you. I remember standing up for hours down in Miami (after getting home late) as punishment for not "being honest". Going to bed at 2-3 am and then getting up at 6 to go to Hialeah to be dropped off before I was taken to the Seed.
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Ah, it's becoming a little more clear now.
--- Quote ---I am glad someone else talked about being an outsider when the went back to visit. I finally had a ride to go down there from Cocoa and I was so excited to be able to visit...It was horrible! I was not welcomed. I swear that they had changed it to look more like a prison and I never checked back again...except in my dreams.
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Wow.
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