| Author | Message | ||
     Anonymous |
Anyone have family members involved with the "ISA Experience" and care to share details? It would appear that Ole Larsen and Luis Cordoba should be kept well away from families. | ||
| Susan |
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Nothing could be further from the truth. I've been going to isa seminars for the past 15 years. It's a remarkable weekend. You should check it out for yourself before you badmouth it. www.isaexperience.com Read the letters to Ole... you may change your point of view... :-) | ||
| Tom Midgley |
Dear Anonymous I second Susan. Irrespective of what goes on in other organisations, the isa seminar is really excellent, full of insights, and new ways of looking at things, and very practical. The seminar, and isa as an organisation put a lot of emphasis on family and relationships, and from a really constructive point of view - namely that if there are problems in relationships it is up to the individual to deal first with whatever in themselves is contributing to those problems. This is a big subject which I'm not going to try do justice to in this email. Unlike Susan I have not been to an Experience for a good many years, but every day I use things that I learned there, and I have no hesitation in saying that it is hugely beneficial That said, it is true that there can occasionally be issues when one partner goes to the experience without the other, depending on the real level of trust between them. The partner who goes has an experience of 40 or so hours of ideas, interactions and conversations which the other does not, and usually comes back buzzing with excitement and ideas for change. If the relationship - as is not uncommon - is built on compromises, the other partner may find this quite unsettling. I would therefore always recommend that couples go together. For the most part the couples I have known who have got past this initial hurdle are shining examples of how families can really work. No don't keep families away from Luis & Ole; recommend them - urge them - to go and take what they have to offer. | ||
| peter websdell (146.87.248.61) |
I have just completed an isa weekend for the first time in a few years and had forgotten how wonderful and insightful they are. I have learnt so much this time, about how wonderful my parents are and how honouring them is very important. Thanks to Ole and luis. | ||
| (198.1.37.136) |
To anonymous at top of page.. You are correct about keeping families especially your young daughters away from Larsen and Cordoba. They have pedophiliac ideations about young girls in the cult. I can tell you much about them and their view on nubile young girls................. Beware!! | ||
| lisa (80.46.219.60) |
To the last poster, If you are so sure you know what you do why wont you even post who you are? What do you fear? My bet it is the fact that what you have writen is slander and you have no evidence to back up your statement! Some people post interesting arguments and are looking for what they believe is the truth, others are just mindless yobs that get off on posting rubbish. | ||
| Michael Hadley (198.1.37.17) |
Ole Larsen and Luis Cordoba are nothing but jet-set gurus. Part of the dharma glitteratti. Isa is a superficial pep rally | ||
| Håkan Lövén (217.209.64.62) |
Ole Larsen founded ISA 1977. There is no way a man with opportunistic goals would continue for so many years. If that was the case whey would have faded away along time ago. | ||
| Anonymous (81.49.69.241) |
I assisted on the experience for quite sometime and spent a lot of time around Ole and Luis. I doubt Ole Larsen is a pedophile, I doubt it very much. He is, in my experience, sexually predatory. I stopped assisting because I couldn't respect Ole as my teacher after he touched me up at a get together, he thought it was funny, I guess he thought it was innocent; to me it felt like incest. According to a very reliable friend he did the same to her. He lives in France with a house full of women and he is a dinosaur when it comes to women's emancipation. He used to forever whitter on about how powerful women are. In his opinion men being violent or sexually predatory with women was due to this power we have over the poor saps. Hakan, the only way such an opportunistic man would continue for so many years is that he created a cult following that sustains his power. It doesn't take a genius to work out that if the experience, the GIT and other courses net big bucks and the hotels are cheap and nasty and all the kings horses and all the kings men work for nothing, over the last 26 years or so Ole has made some serious money. I'm no accountant, but I reckon he's made around the $52 million mark. Ole is a charismatic man, as is Luis, who by the way I experienced as delightful, if a little juvenile around the bra strap, pinging them boyishly whenever Ole was off in his room having a drink. Having a charismatic leader and double standards both feature highly in descriptions of cults. After experiencing a weekend of mind-control techniques at the ISA experience culminating in a harrowing exposure of ”Three things I don’t want you to know about me” in front of a couple of hundred people, participants are asked not to tell their loved ones what happened at the experience. Live life in the open BUT/AND lie to everyone you know or meet. If you are afraid for a loved one involved in ISA, there are some very supportive links to groups who help nurture you whilst your youngster (or mum and dad) wake up and realise that they really are in a cult. My intention is not to scare you, I am certain isa will never ever advocate self-harm or physically hurt anyone. The assistants all think they're doing great and being of service assisting on isa, they just don't get it that it's all very ordinary and a little bit sad. For anyone who may be concerned, I recommend checking out the relevent links on factnet. | ||
| Anonymous (198.1.37.17) |
Larsen is a pedophile | ||
| B (198.1.37.17) |
There is a factual story about a man shot down in WW2 and was captured by the Nazi's. He was put in charge of dead bodies going out of the concentration camp. One day he decided to escape and set up a plan that took two weeks to implement. He got naked and got in with all the dead bodies only bringing a pair of pants. After the truck left the compound and the bodies were driven to the dump site and dumped he lay there in that pile until dark. It took him two weeks to get back to his unit. Upon arrival he said nothing to his fellow pilots. He jumped into a plane and went back to the camp and dropped a bomb on them and then quietly flew back home........ | ||
| B (198.1.37.17) |
I am really glad to see this website up and running. It is great that these people can be exposed for who they are. Word of mouth before the net was slow but now it can be seen around the world. There are lots and lots of people numbering in the thousands that do not even know about this place to empower themselves against what they "Got" from Isa. I met several of them but now I dont know where they are. | ||
| B (198.1.37.156) |
One word Larsen and Cordoba: Gabacho Gabacho Gabacho. Anybody that speaks spanish knows what this is. It is exactly what you are Gabacho. It means Men with lots of money that visit poorer countries and have lots and lots of sex with beautiful women while servants wait on them Gabacho | ||
| B (198.1.37.156) |
Baachnal now, pay later............ | ||
| 3 (198.1.37.17) |
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| Doc (65.6.142.79) |
A breath of fresh air from the interminably supersolemn 198.1.37.17 -- Harper's Magazine, Sept., 2004. 309 (1852), 57(5). "In defiance of gravity: writing, wisdom, and the Fabulous Club Gemini," by Tom Robbins (Miscellany). It had been a long time since I'd contemplated suicide. In fact, I don't believe I'd ever before considered the corporal DELETE key an option. Yet there I was, teetering on a bridge high above some oyster-lit backwater from Puget Sound, thinking about closing my earthly accounts with a leap and a splash. Why? My romantic life couldn't have been sweeter, my health was close to rosy, the writing was going well, finances were adequate, and while the horror show that that cupidinous cult of corporate vampires was making of our federal government might be enough to drive me to drink (a trip I'm seldom reluctant to take), the political knavery does not exist that could drive me into the drink. No, the truth is I was being prodded to execute a Kevorkian header into the Stygian slough by a short story I'd just read in a back issue of The New Yorker. Entitled (ironically enough) "Fun With Problems," the piece was composed by Robert Stone, and you can bet it wasn't Stone's prose style that had weakened my will to live: the man's a crack technician whose choices of verb and adjective can sometimes floor me with admiration. He's a smithery of a storyteller who's hammered out a stalwart oeuvre -- but holy Chernobyl is he bleak! Stone apparently believes the human condition one pathetically unstable piece of business, and, frankly, at this stage of our evolutionary development there's a shortage of evidence to contradict him. Nevertheless, I'd always counted myself among those free spirits who refuse to allow mankind's ignoble deportment and dumb-cluck diatheses to cloud their grand perspective or sleet on their parade. On that day, however, Stone's narrative prowess had been such as to infect me (unconscionably, I now contend) with his Weltschmerz. In fairness, Stone alone was not to blame. For too many years my edacious reading habits had been leading me into one unappealing corner after another, dank cul-de-sacs littered with tear-stained diaries, empty pill bottles, bulging briefcases, broken vows, humdrum phrases, sociological swab samples, and the (lovely?) bones of dismembered children: the detritus of a literary scene that, with several notable exceptions, has been about as entertaining as a Taliban theme park and as elevating as the prayer breakfast at the Bates Motel. "Fun With Problems" was simply the final straw, the charred cherry atop a mad-cow sundae. So who knows how things might have turned out that glum afternoon had not I suddenly heard, as I flirted with extinction, a particular sound in my mind's ear: the sound, believe it or not, of a distant kitty cat, a sound that instantly transported me away from the lure of fatal waters, away from the toxic contagions of sordid fiction, and into a place -- a real place, though I've only visited it in my imagination -- a place called the Fabulous Club Gemini. The Fabulous Club Gemini. Where is it, anyhow? Memphis, probably. Or Houston. No, actually I think it might be one of the ideologically unencumbered features of Washington, D.C. In any case, some years back, a music writer for The Village Voice made a pilgrimage to the smoke-polluted, windowless, cinder-block venue, wherever its exact location, and while being introduced to some of the ancient musicians who'd been playing the Fabulous Club Gemini practically since the vagitus of time, the pilgrim became so excited he momentarily lost his downtown cool. "I can't believe," he quoted himself as having gushed, "that I'm talking to the man who barked on Big Mama Thomton's recording of 'Hound Dog'!" "Yeah," the grizzled sideman drawled. "I was gonna meow but it was too hip for 'em." Okay, perhaps I'm overly fanciful, but I have reason to suspect it might have been precisely an echo from that crusty confession that, as incongruous as it may seem, enticed me down from the kamikaze viaduct. I do know that I'm often reminded of it when I glance at the annual lists of Pulitzers, Booker Prizes, or National Book Awards; when an interviewer's question forces me to reexamine my personal literary aesthetic; or when speaking with eager students in those university creative-writing programs where prescribed, if rarefied, barking is actively promoted and any feline departure summarily euthanized. There's some validity, I suppose, in the academic approach, for, as Big Mama's accompanist would attest, our culture simply has a far greater demand for the predictable bow-wow than for the unexpected caterwaul: orthodox woofing pays the rent. In a dogma-eat-dogma world, a few teachers, editors, and critics may be hip enough to tolerate a subversive mew, a quirky purr now and again, but they're well aware of the fate that awaits those who produce -- or sanction -- mysterious off-the-wall meowing when familiar yaps and snarls are dearly called for. Let me explain that when I refer to "meowing" here, what I'm really talking about is the human impulse to be playful; an impulse all too frequently demeaned and suppressed in the adult population, especially when it manifests itself in an unconventional manner or inappropriate context. To bark at the end of a song entitled "Hound Dog" is just playful enough to elicit a soupcon of mainstream amusement, but Fred (I believe that was the sessionman's name), in wanting instead to meow, was pushing the envelope and raising the stakes, raising them to a "hipper" level perhaps, a more irreverent level undoubtedly. There's a sense in which ol' Fred was showing a tiny spark of what the Tibetans call "crazy wisdom," a sense in which he was assuming for a bare instant the archetypal role of the holy fool. Now, the fact that Fred would have denied any such arcane ambition, the fact that he may only have been stoned out of his gourd at the time, all that is irrelevant. It's also unimportant that Fred's recording-studio tomfoolery lacked real profundity, that while it may have been eccentrically playful it was not very seriously playful. What does matter is that we come to recognize that playfulness, as a philosophical stance, can be very serious, indeed; and, moreover, that it possesses an unfailing capacity to arouse ridicule and hostility in those among us who crave certainty, reverence, and restraint. The fact that playfulness -- a kind of divine playfulness intended to lighten man's existential burden and promote what Joseph Campbell called "the rapture of being alive" -- lies near the core of Zen, Taoist, Sufi, and Trantric teachings is lost on most Westerners: working stiffs and intellectuals alike. Even scholars who acknowledge the playful undertone in those disciplines treat it with condescension and disrespect, never mind that it's a worldview arrived at after millennia of exhaustive study, deep meditation, unflinching observation, and intense debate. Tell an editor at The New York Review of Books that Abbot Chogyam Trungpa would squirt his disciples with water pistols when they became overly earnest in their meditative practice, or that the house of Japan's most venerated ninja is filled with Mickey Mouse memorabilia, and you'll witness an eye roll of silent-movie proportions. Like that fusty old patriarch in the Bible, when they become a man (or woman), they "put away childish things," which is to say they seal off with the hard gray wax of fear and pomposity that aspect of their being that once was attuned to wonder. As a result of their having abandoned that part of human nature that is potentially most transcendent, it's no surprise that modern intellectuals dismiss playfulness -- especially when it dares to present itself in literature, philosophy, or art -- as frivolous or whimsical. Men who wear bow ties to work every day (let's make an exception for Pee-Wee Herman), men whose dreams have been usurped either by the shallow aspirations of the marketplace or by the drab cliches of Marxist realpolitik, such men are not adroit at distinguishing that which is lighthearted from that which is merely lightweight. God knows what confused thunders might rumble in their sinuses were they to encounter a concept such as "crazy wisdom." Crazy wisdom is, of course, the opposite of conventional wisdom. It is wisdom that deliberately swims against the current in order to avoid being swept along in the numbing wake of bourgeois compromise; wisdom that flouts taboos in order to undermine their power; wisdom that evolves when one, while refusing to avert one's gaze from the sorrows and injustices of the world, insists on joy in spite of everything; wisdom that embraces risk and eschews security; wisdom that turns the tables on neurosis by lampooning it; the wisdom of those who neither seek authority nor willingly submit to it. Oddly enough, one of the most striking illustrations of crazy wisdom in all of Western literature occurs in a pedestrian piece of police pulp by Joseph Wambaugh. The Black Marble is so stylistically lifeless it could have been printed in embalming fluid, but the rigor mortis of its prose is temporarily enlivened by a scattering of scenes that I shall attempt to summarize (though it's been decades since I read the book). As I remember it, a relatively inexperienced member of the Los Angeles Police Department is transferred to the vice squad. No sooner does the new cop report for duty than he's introduced to a strange lottery. There is, it seems, an undesirable beat, a section of the city that no vice cop ever wants to patrol. It's a sleazy, filthy, volatile, extremely dangerous area, full of shooting galleries and dark alleys and not a doughnut shop in sight. So great has been the objection to being assigned to that sinister beat that the precinct captain has devised a raffle to cope with it. At the beginning of each night shift, he produces a bag of marbles, every marble white save one. One by one, the cops reach in the bag and pull out their fate. The unfortunate who draws the single black marble must screw up his spine and descend that evening into the urban hell. Around the drawing of the marbles there's a considerable amount of tension, and the new man quickly succumbs to it. Just showing up for work is twice as stressful as it ought to be. In the station house, negativity is prevalent, jovial camaraderie rare. The new cop draws the black marble a couple of times and finds the dreaded zone to be as violent and unsavory as advertised. However, he not only survives there; he learns he can tolerate the beat reasonably well by changing his attitude toward it, by regarding it less as a tribulation than as some special opportunity to escape routine and regularity, by appreciating it as an unusual experience available to very few people on the planet. Slowly, his anxiety begins to evaporate. One night he shocks his comrades by emptying the bag and deliberately selecting the black marble. The next night he does it again. From then on, he simply strolls into the station house and nonchalantly requests the black marble. He no longer has to fret over the possibility of losing the draw. For better or worse, he controls his destiny. Ordeal now has been transformed into adventure, stress into excitement. The transfommr is himself transformed, his uprightness replaced first by a kind of giddy rush, then by a buddhistic calm. Moreover, his daring, his abandon, his serenity, is contagious. Vice-squad headquarters gradually relaxes. Liberated, the whole damn place opens up to life. And that, brothers and sisters, although Wambaugh probably didn't intend it, is crazy wisdom in action. Admittedly, when the cop made the short straw his own, when he seized the nasty end of the stick and rode it to transcendence, he put himself in extra peril. That's par for the course. Only an airhead would mistake the left-handed path for a safe path. Although serious playfulness may be an effective means of domesticating fear and pain, it's not about meowing past the graveyard. No, the seriously playful individual meows right through the graveyard gate, meows into his or her very grave. When Oscar Wilde allegedly gestured at the garish wallpaper in his cheap Parisian hotel room and announced with his dying breath, "Either it goes or I go," he was exhibiting something beyond an irrepressibly brilliant wit. Freud, you see, wasn't whistling "Edelweiss" when he wrote that gallows humor is indicative of a greatness of soul. The quips of the condemned prisoner or dying patient tower dramatically above, say, sallies on TV sitcoms by reason of their gloriously inappropriate refusal, even at life's most acute moment, to surrender to despair. The man who jokes in the executioner's face can be destroyed but never defeated. When an eminent Zen master, upon hearing a sudden burst of squirrel chatter outside his window, sat up in his deathbed and proclaimed, "That's what it was all about!" his last words surpassed Wilde's in playful significance, constituting as they did a koan of sorts, an enigmatic invitation to rethink the meaning of existence. Anecdotes such as this one remind the nimble-minded that there's often a thin line between the comic and the cosmic, and that on that frontier can be found the doorway to psychic rebirth. Ancient Egyptians believed that when a person died, the gods immediately placed his or her heart in one pan of a set of scales. In the other pan was a feather. If there was imbalance, if the heart of the deceased weighed more than the feather, he or she was denied admittance to the afterworld. Only the lighthearted were deemed advanced enough to merit immortality. Now, in a culture such as ours, where the tyranny of the dull mind holds sway, we can expect our intelligentsia to write off Egyptian heart-weighing as quaint superstition, to dismiss squirrel-chatter illumination as flaky Asian guru woo woo. Fine. But what about the Euro-American Trickster tradition, what about Coyote and Raven and Loki and Hennes and the community-sanctioned blasphemies of the clown princes of Saturnalia? For that matter, what about Dada, Duchamp, and the 'pataphysics of Alfred Jarry? What about Gargantua and Finnegans Wake, John Cage and Erik Satie, Gurdjieff and Robert Anton Wilson, Frank Zappa and Antoni Gaudi? What about Carlos Castaneda, Picasso, and the alchemists of Prague? Allen Ginsberg and R. D. Laing, Rahsaan Roland Kirk and Lewis Carroll, Alexander Calder and Italo Calvino, Henry Miller, Pippi Longstocking, Andrei Codrescu, Ishmael Reed, Alan Rudolph, Mark Twain, and the electric Kool-Aid acid pranksters? What about the sly tongue-in-cheek subversions of Nietzsche (yes, Nietzsche!), and what about Shakespeare, for God's sake, the mega-bard in whose plays, tragedies included, three thousand puns, some of them real groaners, have been verifiably catalogued? Obviously, although crazy wisdom may have been better appreciated in Asia, nuggets of meaningful playfulness have long twinkled here and there in the heavy iron crown of Western tradition. (It was a Spanish poet, Juan Ramon Jimenez, who advised, "If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.") The question is, when will we be hip enough to realize that these sparklers aren't mere rhinestones or baubles of paste? When will our literati -- in many cases, an erudite, superbly talented lot -- evolve to the degree that they accord buoyancy and mirth a dime's worth of the respect they bestow so lavishly on gravity and misfortune? Norman N. Holland asked a similar question in Laughing: A Psychology of Humor, concluding that comedy is deemed inferior to tragedy primarily because of the social prevalence of narcissistic pathology. In other words, people who are too self-important to laugh at their own frequently ridiculous behavior have a vested interest in gravity because it supports their illusions of grandiosity. According to Professor Donald Kuspit, many people are unable to function without such illusions. "Capitalism," wrote Kuspit, "encourages the pathologically grandiose self because it encourages the conspicuous consumption of possessions, which symbolize one's grandiosity." I would add that rigid, unquestioning allegiance to a particular religious or political affiliation is in much the same way also symptomatic of disease. Ironically, it's this same malignant narcissism, revealing itself through arrogance, avarice, pique, anxiety, severity, defensive cynicism, and aggressive ambition, that is keeping the vainglorious out of their paradise. Among our egocentric sad sacks, despair is as addictive as heroin and more popular than sex, for the single reason that when one is unhappy one gets to pay a lot of attention to oneself. Misery becomes a kind of emotional masturbation. Taken out on others, depression becomes a weapon. But for those willing to reduce and permeate their ego, to laugh -- or meow -- it into submission, heaven on earth is a distinct psychological possibility. It's good to bear the preceding in mind when trying to comprehend the indignation with which the East Coast establishment greets work that dares to be both funny and deadly serious in the same breath. The left-handed path runs along terrain upon which the bowtiesattvas find it difficult to tread. Their maps are inaccurate and they have the wrong shoes. So, hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the house of woe they go. Nobody requires a research fellowship to ascertain that most of the critically lauded fiction of our time concentrates its focus on cancer, divorce, rape, racism, schizophrenia, murder, abandonment, addiction, and abuse. Those things, unfortunately, are rampant in our society and ought to be examined in fiction. Yet to trot them out in book after book, on page after page, without the transformative magic of humor and imagination -- let alone a glimmer of higher consciousness -- succeeds only in impeding the advancement of literature and human understanding alike. Down in Latin America, they also write about bad marriages and iii health (as well as the kind of governmental brutality of which we in the United States so far have had only a taste). The big difference, though, is that even when surveying the gritty and mundane aspects of daily life, Latin novelists invoke the dream realm, the spirit realm, the mythic realm, the realm of nature, the inanimate world, and the psychological underworld. In acknowledging that social realisnr is but one layer of a many-layered cake, in threading the inexplicable and the goofy into their naturalistic narratives, the so-called magical realists not only weave a more expansive, inclusive tapestry but leave the reader with a feverish exaltation rather than the deadening weariness that all too often accompanies the completion of even the most splendidly crafted of our books. Can we really take pride in a literature whose cumulative effect is to send the reader to the bridge with "Goodnight Irene" on his lips? Freud said that wit is the denial of suffering. As I interpret it, he wasn't implying that the witty among us deny the existence of suffering -- all of us suffer to one degree or another -- but rather that, armed with a playful attitude, a comic sensibility, we can deny suffering dominion over our lives, we can refrain from buying shares in the company. Funnel that defiant humor onto the page, add a bracing shot of Zen awareness, and hey, pretty soon life has some justification for imitating art. Don't misunderstand me: a novel is no more supposed to be a guidebook to universal happiness than a self-indulgent journal of the writer's personal pain. And everyone will agree, I think, that crime is a more fascinating subject than lawful behavior, that dysfunction is more interesting than stability, that a messy divorce is ever so much more titillating than a placid marriage. Without conflict, both fiction and life can be a bore. Should that, however, prohibit the serious author front exploring and even extolling the world's pleasures, wonders, mysteries, and delights? (Maybe all this neurotic, cynical, cry-baby fiction is nothing more than the old classroom dictum "Write what you know" coming back to haunt us like a chalky ghost. If what you know best is angst, your education commands you not to waste a lot of time trying to create robust characters or describe conditions on the sunny side of the street.) In any case, the notion that inspired play (even when audacious, offensive, or obscene) enhances rather than diminishes intellectual rigor and spiritual fulfillment, the notion that in the eyes of the gods the tight-lipped hero and the wet-cheeked victim are frequently inferior to the red-nosed clown, such notions are destined to be a hard sell to those who have E. M. Forster on their bedside table and a clump of dried narcissus up their ass. Not to worry. As long as words and ideas exist, there will be a few misfits who will cavort with them in a spirit of approfondement -- if I may borrow that marvelous French word that translates roughly as "playing easily in the deep" -- and in so doing they will occasionally bring to realization Kafka's belief that "a novel should be an ax for the frozen seas around us." A Tibetan-caliber playfulness may not represent, I'm willing to concede, the only ice ax in the literary toolshed. Should there exist alternatives as available, as effective, as potent, nimble, and refreshing, then by all means hone them and bring them down to the floe. Until I've seen them at work, however, I'll stand by my contention that when it comes to writing, a fusion of prankish Asian wisdom, extra-dimensional Latin magic, and two-fisted North American poetic pizzazz (as exotic as that concept might seem to some) could be our best hope for clearing passageways through our heart-numbing, soul-shrinking, spirit-smothering oceans of frost. We have a gifted, conscientious literati. Wouldn't it be the cat's meow to have an enlightened, exhilarating one as well? ------------------------------- Or as Robert Anton Wilson puts it in Right Where You are Sitting Now, "The final war will be between Pavlov's Dog and Schroedinger's Cat." | ||
| Anonymous (210.56.73.249) |
What constititutes a cult? I went to my first isa experience in July, went back this past weekend to my second, couldn't get past Thursday and Friday evening..........didn't feel comfortable doing the experience thing again.....what stopped me? | ||
| coyote (198.1.37.17) |
A simple definition of a cult is; There is a mysterious leader in the background, there is no accounting for where the money actually goes and the leaders of the cult claim to be married to only one woman so the sex looks clean to the business community around them when in actuality they have several young women in their harem and sex is used as a tool to enlightenment........ | ||
| Anonymous (210.56.73.249) |
I see on this webpage a list of cults, but isa is not on the list. Why is that? | ||
| Anonymous (210.56.73.249) |
One thing that always bothered me about the isa experience is the cost to do it. It's pretty expensive and if you want to continue it seems you need to keep coming back for more of these weekends. When I first did the experience I didn't realise this. I spoke to some people these past few days of my unfinished course who had been back 10 times......that's a lot of $$$$ - I see in an earlier post somebody reckons Ole Larsen has made 52 million dollars!! It also bothered me that at least half of the people there I had seen the first time around, yet there we all sat in the very same room listening to the very same words. I actually found it a little scary, although I can see that there are some merits to isa. | ||
| Anonymous (210.56.73.249) |
Why is there no word wrap on this, page, it's very difficult to read. How can I do that? | ||
| Doc (65.6.142.79) |
Dear 210.56.73.249: re your Saturday, October 16, 2004, 05:31 P. M. post -- maybe because isa isn't a cult? That is to say, it isn't a religious sect or an organization to which one belongs. Maybe because it's just a weekend seminar that most people do once and that's all they feel is necessary. Others, such as myself, think doing isa is a lot of fun, and useful to boot. | ||
| Anonymous (210.56.73.249) |
Thank you Doc, I came across this website quite by chance when net surfing on another totally unrelated subject matter. It was quite co-incidental (serendipitous maybe?). I do understand the merits of isa, it's not that I think there is anything "bad" going on, I just prefer, for myself, not to participate again. They say at isa that "we are all the same" and whilst this may be true in a lot of ways, I don't believe the same approach works for all people. | ||
| Doc (65.6.142.79) |
210.56.73.249: You're welcome. If you feel that isa isn't the best approach for you, check out Marilyn Ferguson's unfortunately titled book, The Aquarian Conspiracy. In it, she lists two pages of what she terms 'triggers of transformation.' If any of the things she mentions in there pique your interest, check 'em out. You'll know what works for you. The isa experience turned out to be the most effective thing _I've_ run across; for you, it may be something else. To prevent the text from spreading across the page like this, hit the return key BEFORE you get to the right-hand column of the composition area. It will stack up neatly in quite small clumps of words like this, to be sure; however, it's a heck of a lot easier to read! | ||
| Anonymous (210.56.73.249) |
Thanks Doc I will be sure to check this book out Looks very interesting BTW hope the return key thing works or you will be seeing a long scroll of letters!! | ||
| B (198.1.37.17) |
Isa is not a cult? Thats a laugh!! I personally witnessed at least 100 people pay 500 dollars each to pick up a flower (that was the cost of the flower) and then stand in line to place the flower at the feet of Ole Larsen as he sat cross-legged on a fat pillow. Something was said to each person as they laid down the flower. That is 5,000 dollars in his pocket in less than 2 hours. Now you tell me that its not a cult. Isa participants are seen as rabble and rubes which provide an income and a means to harvest information. | ||
| B (198.1.37.17) |
Larsen, Somebody on the inside of your fly by night organization told me that your favorite past-time is eroticism. That you actually have sex with one of your victims as one of your other female victims pours warm liquids over the both of you. It has a kama-sutra name but I dont remember what it is at this point.. I call it WHITE SLAVERY | ||
| B (198.1.37.17) |
And I also know you occasionally read this board because curiousity is one of the four hungers | ||
| Doc (65.6.142.79) |
Dear 198.1.37.17: re your post of Wednesday, October 27, 2004, 1:19 P. M., "Now you tell me that its not a cult." Sure, glad to oblige. isa is not a cult. Happy now? Incidentally, 100 times $500 is $50,000, not $5,000. Your tall tales are almost as plausible as your math. | ||
| doc (doc) New member Username: doc Post Number: 2 Registered: 11-2004 Posted From: 65.6.142.79 |
"Psychic vampires," eh? Heh, that's right up there with "astral projection," "mass hypnosis," and "black magic." Cue to Stevie Wonder singing "Superstition." My karma ran over my dogma. It's a dogma eat dogma world, though. | ||
| jmikulin (jmikulin) New member Username: jmikulin Post Number: 1 Registered: 11-2004 Posted From: 134.225.239.63 |
To all! I have just come back from my 1st ISA experience in Bradford and I have been having many mixed thoughts about its content and meaning! I understand that many people are 'fearful' of ISA and what it talks about! I remember certain triggers in my mind with some of the wording at times - the use of the word 'fear' for example linking my mind to the film Donnie Darko; where Patrick Swayzie (sp.?) was the leader of a self help organisation that spoke about life being seperated along a line of fear and love. He was then found to be the leader of a child porn ring! This is not uncommon - many paedophiles hold positions of authority and status - that is what empowers them to act the way they do! There were many spiritual slants put on the experience and many people may see this is an identifier of a cult! Someone then asked what a cult is. Let us look at that, for it is the meaning of these things that allows us to understand them (we must also relaise that the meanings we glean from such definitions are limited by our understanding of what the words of the definition mean! In other words, our point of view determines the meaning we take from the words). 1. a. A religion or religious sect generally considered to be extremist or false, with its followers often living in an unconventional manner under the guidance of an authoritarian, charismatic leader. b. The followers of such a religion or sect. 2. A system or community of religious worship and ritual. 3. The formal means of expressing religious reverence; religious ceremony and ritual. 4. A usually nonscientific method or regimen claimed by its originator to have exclusive or exceptional power in curing a particular disease. 5. a. Obsessive, especially faddish, devotion to or veneration for a person, principle, or thing. b. The object of such devotion. 6. An exclusive group of persons sharing an esoteric, usually artistic or intellectual interest. From all of these definitions one can come to the conclusion that ISA is a cult - what is important is the charge that you give that word and the perspective one takes about it! Let us consider the first element: extremism! Was not the idea that the world is round considered absurd and 'extreme' when it was first profered? Is not the idea that you ARE in control of your life extreme. We have been programmed to believe that we are victims of global circumstance, helpless to make changes on our own and directed by things outside of our control! It is therefore quite natural (for our animal mind) to believe that this is wrong; it represents a change in beliefs and is therefore hard to comprehend and digest! If we consider the idea of religious worship we can see how hard this is to attribute a charge to! Are we not witnessing a war of 'cults' at the moment (Iraq)!?! If we think about the word ritual it is clear, to me that each and every one of us goes through several rituals a day. We wash, cloth and preen ourselves; worshiping our own bodies! And this is seen as 'normal' what the ISA experience has given me is the idea that I can worship myself in a different way, from within - garnishing myself with the clothes of a complete individual, from within! This does sound 'cultish' and different, and that is the whole point - I am changing how I look at my life and the lives of others, because I have chosen to! I went into the experience with an open mind and a lot of questions. I was not given any answers, and was given a whole load more questions. this is what makes life! The day we stop learning is the day we stop living!!!! Let us now consider the 'disease' element of our definition. To be diseased; to be out of ease! What if certain 'diseases' could be cured 'non- scientifically'. What if instead of getting an anti-depressant pill I looked within myself as to why I was depressed? What if I then was able to identify that which was the cause of my depression and deal with it? Would that not be better than simply ignoring the existence of the problem and taking a drug that had physical side effects, that I did not want, and didn't solve the problem I had - it simply hid it! We have become too dependant on 'science' and 'medicine' and we have forgotten that we are powerful beings. We have the power to control our own lives - after all they are ours, aren't they? If you think that this is cultish and wrong, that is your choice! May you find happiness in that choice and be heartened by the fact that this choice means that you don't have to work to get what you want. Be heartened also, that you will never get what you want, for it is 'out of your control'!! I accept all of your views above, as they are yours! I cannot change them, especially if you do not want to change them! Just think about this why should you try and change anyone elses beliefs if they choose to have them? Would the world not be a much better place if we all accepted eachother for who we were and didn't waste our energies trying to change each other. After all, we have no control over other people, only ourselves! | ||
| anon_jack (anon_jack) New member Username: anon_jack Post Number: 1 Registered: 12-2004 Posted From: 80.3.128.7 |
Hey Jimikulin, Just wanted to respond to the point you made at the end of your post: Just think about this why should you try and change anyone elses' beliefs if they choose to have them? The answer is simple- because people's beliefs may be wrong and this may have a negative effect on the rest of us. Would the world not be a much better place if we all accepted each other for who we were and didn't waste our energies trying to change each other. After all, we have no control over other people, only ourselves! I'm with you up to a point, but would the world be a much better place if we had accepted Hitler's beliefs - that Jews were a sub-human species to be exterminated etc. and not tried to change them? Of course not - but that means that people can be 'right' and 'wrong' in their beliefs - in which case it seems right that we should try to change them. But who decides who's right and who's wrong then? | ||
| oli (oli) New member Username: oli Post Number: 1 Registered: 12-2004 Posted From: 80.4.224.7 |
To all sceptics: if this was really a cult or a money making sceme then why-o-why is isa not more comericalised? it survives by people getting value out of the seminars, information and experience that helps them to change their lives THEMSELVES. forget not that is is the participats that decideds, what he/she takes in and pratices outside. Slandering Ole and Luis is useless, and please go ahead. no one cares. To those that have received value: Brothers and Sisters do not judge these fools for not knowing better. Fear of the unknown is powerful. Love & Light Oli www.wcasap.com | ||
| doc (doc) New member Username: doc Post Number: 6 Registered: 11-2004 Posted From: 65.6.142.79 |
To 198.1.37.17, re your Friday, December 10, 2004, 7:17 P. M. post: "Fuck Ole Larsen and his High Drama and the lives he ruins by opening a crack in the wall where people run through and get destroyed." Spoken like a true guard of the Gulag! Alas for you, no prison is entirely escape-proof, not even a black hole the size of the universe. Sooner or later all of the matter trapped therein escapes through Hawking Radiation, and the black hole itself ceases to exist. My hat's off to Ole and Luis and those who seek to escape from all of the prisons of the spirit (and those who would keep the prisoners locked inside forever). doc124558@yahoo.com | ||
| coyote_speaks (coyote_speaks) Junior Member Username: coyote_speaks Post Number: 39 Registered: 11-2004 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
Ole Larsen does not use mysterious esoteric methods. He has refined the folk art of human manipulation and influence. He has combined ages-old manipulative and persuasive techniques known to social psychologists, influence professionals, salesman and all the other compliance professionals in many fields. He has created a program of social and psychological influence effective for his goals. You are simply helping a band of itinerant gurus, pied pipers and self-proclaimed messiahs become wealthy and powerful. Isa as a cult is a reflection of the personal interests (sex) persuasion and choices of the leader. You are being manipulated by an intense, dedicated and persistent persuader whom you meet at a time when you are vulnerable, needy and lonely. There is great or excessive devotion or dedication to some person, idea or thing. Thought reform programs are used to persuade, control and socialize members. You are integrated into the cults unique patterns of relationships, beliefs, values and practices. Psychological dependency is induced in members and the members are exploited to advance the leaders goals. The archetype of the sabatouer is invoked in each individual where it is turned against the self and continual attendance is required until it exhausts the members bank account. There is a common misconception that cults actually fulfill members needs, when in reality they exploit needs in order to promote compliance with the leaders wishes and goals. People join Isa not because they make a rational informed choice. They join because they are duped. The process is a seduction, not a mutually beneficial agreement or a choice of an "informed consumer". The very core of your self is attacked as deficient. Your Isa indoctrination led you to believe that your pre-cult personality was viturally all wrong and the Isa cult personality is all good. Cults operate in an open society and do not have the power of the state at their disposal. They cannot forcibly restrain prospects or run them through a debilitating regimen. Instead they must fool or con them. They must persuade prospects that the group is beneficial in some way that appeals to targeted individuals. As a result of this deception and the use of highly manipulated techniques of influence recruits come to commit themselves to the groups prescribed ways of thinking, feeling and acting. (egosyntonic) In other words they become members or converts. Many ex-cult members are liable to be recruited into another cult in large part because of the exaggerated dependency needs induced by the first cult. Spiritual imagery is full of young nubile girls used to maintain the "puere eterna" (eternal child) of the leader. The Gopi or the Dakinis were such young maidens used for sexual energy by zealots. The taking of virginity is a common practice among these types. Most of the young women around them are bred for just such a practice. And the leaders are the ones doing the breeding...... | ||
| midge (midge) New member Username: midge Post Number: 1 Registered: 1-2005 Posted From: 63.202.174.63 |
does anyone out there know anything about iImpact training seminars? My daughter has been brainwashed & used by 2by2.net/IXP.net & when I finally got her back home (after 3yrs & ready to file bankruptcy), she now is going to these seminars @ iImpact...the first of which cost $499, the second $1149 & the third $700. "Seminar" hours range from 10:30a-midnight & noon-midnight, 4-5 days in a row!! This kid has NO MONEY, sez someone "took a liking to her & wanted to "help her". I smell a rotten fish...Nobody gets something for nothing. She is 23, coming off of the disatorous crash the pyrimad internet scheme & is very vulnerable emotionally. Especially after a MVA 2 mos ago. I don't know what to do, feels like I am losing her again, yet, she is an adult & can make her own decisions...BUT, she is living in my house...no income...bills mounting...}}can anyone help? | ||
| love2be (love2be) New member Username: love2be Post Number: 2 Registered: 1-2005 Posted From: 217.205.217.26 |
I have never been to isa but the people that seem to be slandering it talk about sex a lot. It seems to me that that these people are very very frustrated - specially coyote_speaks. By Jesus you have serious issues! I believe that you are the pervert and you get off on writing this complete garbage! My advice to you is: 1. Lighten up 2. Get out more 3. Look within - NOT WITHOUT! 4. Stop blaming everyone/everything else or: 1. Write a good horror novel - I think you would give Steven King a run for his money 2. Join a real cult 3. Join some sex domination or satanic worship websites You are really wasted round here LOLLOLLOL | ||
| healingquest (healingquest) New member Username: healingquest Post Number: 1 Registered: 1-2005 Posted From: 68.207.168.219 |
Coyote: What is "Expedition Choler"? | ||
| doc (doc) New member Username: doc Post Number: 7 Registered: 11-2004 Posted From: 65.6.142.79 |
198.1.37.17 gets funnier and funnier. He posts a snootful of pseudo psychological jargon to explain something which doesn't happen, and concludes that everyone involved with isa lacks critical intelligence. He insists that isa is a criminal organization, although when asked to give even one example of isa being taken to court for criminal or civil charges, he can't do so -- for obvious reasons. And when asked to give even one example of isa being examined by investigative reporters for alleged criminal wrongdoing, he can't do that either -- again for obvious reasons. When these minor lapses in logic are pointed out to him, he replies with insults, obscenities, and non sequiturs. I guess he thinks isa folks constitute some kind of super Illuminati who have total control over every court on the planet, to say nothing of every news organization on earth. He reminds me of a guy I met in the late 1970s who told me in dead seriousness that the SCA -- Society for Creative Anachronism, the group that puts on Renaissance Faires and such like -- was in truth a paramilitary organization whose true purpose was the violent overthrow of the United States government. I waited for the punch line since it was obviously a joke, but he never said anything; he meant what he said. Ever since then, I've often wondered how much chain mail would be required to stop even one M-16 bullet. Let's hear it for critical thinking! -- Doc doc124558@yahoo.com | ||
| cutthroat (cutthroat) New member Username: cutthroat Post Number: 22 Registered: 3-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
As a wise man keeps away from wild dogs one should not make friends with evil men. Forced teaming is not about coincidence, it is intentional and directed and it is one of the most sophiscated of manipulations. The detectable signal of FORCED TEAMING is the projection of a shared purpose or experience where none exists. Both of us, were some team, how are we going to handle this? now we've done it, etc. The best cons make the victim want to participate, to accept the concept of partnership. FORCED TEAMING is not about partnership or coincidence, it is about establishing rapport. Rapport is percieved as admirable when in fact it is always done for self-serving reasons. The most common reason for seeking rapport is to put someone at ease. Charm is another over-rated ability. Charm is an ability, not an inherent feature of ones personality. Charm is always a directed instrument which like rapport building has motive. To charm is to compel, to control by allure or attraction. Charm is a verb, not a trait. If you tell yourself this person is trying to charm me as opposed to this person is charming you will be able to see around it. Most often when you look behind charm you will be glad you looked. STAYING AHEAD OF THE LAW OF DIMINISHING RETURNS!! A MAN WITH A BRIEFCASE AND A SMILE CAN WALK OUT WITH MORE MONEY THAN A MAN WITH A GUN!! One way to charm is with a smile and a smile is the most obvious and important signal of intent. It is also the typical disguise used to mask emotions." The predatory criminal (Larsen, Cordoba and Hadley) was so nice". Niceness does not equal goodness. Niceness is a decision, a strategy of social interaction. It is not a character trait. People seeking to control others almost always present the image of a nice person in the beginning. Like rapport building, charm and the deceptive smile, unsolicited niceness often has a hidden and discoverable motive. Personality, charm and niceness are simply vehicles for self-advancement WE LIVE IN AN AGE OF ANONYMOUS ONE TIME ENCOUNTERS AND PEOPLE LIKE LARSEN, CORDOBA AND HADLEY HAVE BECOME EXPERTS AT FAST PERSUASION. TRUST ONCE EARNED THROUGH ACTIONS IS NOW PURCHASED WITH SLEIGHT OF HAND AND SLEIGHT OF WORDS. Warmth, openness and rapport serve the person with sinister intent by providing much of the information he will need to evaluate and then control perspective victims. A CONVERSATION WITH ISA PERSONELL IS SIMPLY A ROBBERY. Negotiations are about possibilities. It is an agenda where no cannot be heard. Not hearing no is an attempt to control. You are simply providing access to somebody that wants to control you. Ole P. Larsens process of victim selection which is the interview is similar to sharks circling potential prey. The predatory criminal is looking for a targeted individual, someone who will allow him to be in control. ISA IS INFORMATIONAL POWER AND REFRENCE POWER. ONLY THEY CAN REFRENCE INFORMATION PLACING THE INDIVIDUAL IN A ONE DOWN POSITION. So in closing I would like to say, NO THANKS MISTER CROWLEY, PUT SOME BUTTER ON IT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!!! | ||
| cutthroat (cutthroat) Junior Member Username: cutthroat Post Number: 26 Registered: 3-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
Men like Ole Larsen have no real credentials. They hit upon one idea then steal all the other info from many different places. Larsen is a cum-shooter. | ||
| cutthroat (cutthroat) Junior Member Username: cutthroat Post Number: 33 Registered: 3-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
Ole Larsen, Luis Cordoba and Michael Hadley have acquired over 20 corporations and companies during their stint with ISA. They do seminars at your corporation, insert operatives that bring down the company from the inside, then covertly purchase the corporation, rebuild it, make a few million then sell the company for millions. This is what ISA is really about, WAKE UP. | ||
| sun_myung_larsen (sun_myung_larsen) New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 1 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
This is Ole, I am a solar being from stargalaxy 386luy. I am a fantastic being with a tremendous ego. I love painting young hot nudes while I am strung out on acid. I believe I can fly and levitate but of course you will have to send me all your money to see me do this. I am Eurotrash. All I need is some scaly skin on my face, a tan and place me next to a dumpster and you will see what I mean. I use spit and run tactics, grab your money then make myself unavailable cause I have a harem and I have no time for you. | ||
| sun_myung_larsen (sun_myung_larsen) New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 3 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
Ok everybody, Breath like a breatharian and send me all your cash. I am a charmer and a con-artist. I love to paint hot young nudes on my ship. They bask there in the sun and I have totally zapped them too. Security is the most important thing in this world to a young girl. Next is owning horses. I need your cash so I can buy Arabian horses fer my many many young penis erectors. | ||
| sun_myung_larsen (sun_myung_larsen) New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 9 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
This is Ole, I snip big brown macrobiotic turds(sometimes over two feet long). The length is achieved by keeping it in the staging area for several days, then I get that infantile sensation of evacuation enhanced. My big brown turds really offset my big blue eyes. I am Baby Huey made flesh. My main concern in life is EATING, SHITTING, FUCKING and SLEEPING. All the money I clipped you for really lets me do all of these with perfectionism. Mostly I just EAT, FUCK and SHIT. A turd formed in me in France can be deposited in Australia the following day when I disembark from my private jet and shit that French turd in an Australian toilet. These are the little things in life I enjoy, smuggling foreign turds into distant countries. Its the little things. | ||
| cutthroat (cutthroat) Junior Member Username: cutthroat Post Number: 36 Registered: 3-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.218 |
Ole Larsen has sold you a chinese finger trap | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 2 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.218.17 |
You people have such a childlike fascination with Ole P. Larsen, Luis Cordoba and Michael Hadley. I have met these men and spent a lot of time around them and I can assure you that Ole P. Larsen doesnt even know you exist. You are a digit, a cypher, a line on a piegraph. So what if Michael Hadley was a cocaine trafficker in the seventies, Wow, castigating a guy for trafficking cocaine 30 years ago, get a life!! So what if Ole Larsen is a pedophile, Im sure that he is and so do a lot of other people in Isa. Im sure that he has a penchant for young nude females just like all the painters and artists throughout the ages. Im sure that he also has a thorny past and he is whats known as a ............HOLY THIEF................. So what if Ole has been locked up in a state mental hospital. Im also sure that Luis Cordoba has lots of lovely young women. Maybe they all get together on this sailing ship of Larsens and have wild orgies at sea like its been rumored. Maybe they pack young girls noses with Hadleys cocaine at sea and have a unibang. Bring on the dancing girls and put the champagne on ice. Every man rebuilds paradise in his own weird way. When you are filthy rich like these men you have the wherewithall to do many illicit things out of public scrutiny. If you could peer into their private lives and see whats really going on you would be horrified. Yes, Michael Hadley tells his story of when he was a cocaine trafficker and Luis Cordoba is from Columbia so theres no telling how much cocaine he has moved also. If you ask me all these men are queer for each other. Does George Clooney know you exist? Does Jennifer Anniston know you exist? How about NO!! You just make them rich out of your ignorance. These Isa freaks make their money off of your BLIND SPOTS and they are very good at the art of the con. I must be one of the few people that didnt fall for the compulsion to protect the leader. Just ask Luis Cordoba about all his clandestine women and check his reaction. Any man can tell what is going on with playboys like these....... | ||
| jae (jae) New member Username: jae Post Number: 1 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 58.105.104.161 |
I am finally going to tell you the truth about ISA. I am probably just like some of you who are curious about the ISA Experience Weekend (“the Experience”) and truly looking for answers. You know I was scared too about the Experience. I was googling 'ISA Experience' and found this message board. I read most of the posts here and still made the decision to attend the Experience. Why? Well look at the posts. It’s evident that there’s people who won’t reveal their real names posting negative messages numerous so it looks like there’s a lot of negative publicity about the Experience when it’s actually just one person. For example, it’s a fact that There’s 17 posts by user 198.1.37.17 who has used pseudo names of syn myung Larsen, coyote speaks and the number above. There’s a total of 47 messages here – that’s 36% of messages from one person – that’s more than a third of messages!!!!! I recommend that you don’t believe anything anyone says. Even me. JUST TRY IT OUT AND JUDGE FOR YOURSELF. OK the Experience does cost something to do (they do have expenses they have to cover) however, you can try a bit of it for free by coming to a free intro night if you want to find out more just by contacting your nearest ISA group on the website address posted from Susan at the beginning of this messageboard. I don't think the website does this course justice. So it’s better to talk to someone who’s actually done it. I tell you you’ll be surprised at the number of people that have been in the ISA environment for many years e.g. one of my good friends has been in the ISA environment for 8 years voluntarily. That to me, demonstrates, how wonderful this course is. There’s not much of that loyalty around marriages, job and life in general anymore and for some people to do that for free, shows they really believe in this stuff and that ISA Experience works in their lives. | ||
| jae (jae) New member Username: jae Post Number: 2 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 58.105.104.161 |
My post is continued here: I am just like some people who are reading this message board and genuinely want to find out more about the Experience because there isn’t much written about it. You know why? Because it’s not commercialized and you know why that is? Because I believe they’re NOT DOING IT FOR THE MONEY! I've worked for a seminar company where they charged up to $7000 Australian dollars for a weekend course and that’s a lot of beans but the delegates believe they got value for money so what’s the problem i say?) or other organizations e.g. landmark or scientology who do sell a lot of their courses and very strongly recommend you do more and that everyone you know has to too. Now I’m not bagging out the other companies because I’ve found landmark very valuable it’s about whatever works for you as an individual. Whether it’s coaching, Anthony Robbins, mentoring etc etc, the Experience is just another course or support in living your life. I really don’t see how evaluating your life and seeing what works and what doesn’t and having clarity around what you’re here to do in the world can really hurt anyone!!!! People I know personally have received so much benefit from the Experience. Some paid off $15,000 worth of debt, others bought positively geared properties making them rental income, others reconciled with family members while others found the strength and support to live a more fulfilling life, others found the courage to get rid of a partner that was abusive, others found the power to changed] every aspect of their lives completely e.g. spiritualy, financially, socially, career etc. Others got a new job, the list goes on.... The main benefit I got was I had peace around two recent deaths. Only after a month prior to the Experience, my dad passed away and my 26 year old friend passed away. I was in a bad state of mind and was very sad after all this happened. And after ISA weekend I found peace and I’ve had this peace ever since then. What would be the price of that? WHAT IS THE DOLLAR VALUE OF PEACE AND RESOLUTION with those you cannot talk to ever again? So how does this relate to you or someone who hasn’t had people close to them dying? Is that you can also find hope, peace, resolution after a difficult period in your life when you spend a weekend out to look at your life in a different way in which the Experience provides. I can testify to that it has worked for me and changed my life for the better. | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 4 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
Autosoterism is so much more than buying your way to enlightenment. I see a lot of hi-frequency language as opposed to literate language here. Hi-frequency language is the pop cultures current mode of speaking. If you looked into the body of knowledge out there like Erich Fromme, Karen Horney,Fritz Perls, Rollo May, Wolfgang Krohler and so on you would see how you want to fly over everybodys head and land at the other end and pretend like you made the journey. Isa is nothing but a JUNGLE UNIVERSITY. The bee knows his formula and builds a hive, the wasp knows his formula and builds a nest, the ant knows his formula and builds a hill whereas the human does not know his formula and pays pedophiles like OLE LARSEN AND LUIS CORDOBA AND MICHAEL HADLEY to wag their finger at you. You closed your eyes and wished for a bag of candy and when you opened them it wasnt there. You did it again and when you opened your eyes OLE LARSEN put a bag of candy on your desk therefore he is now your GOD by the looks of this page. When the chess game is over the king, queen the rook and the pawn all go back into the same box! You use hard hat psychology. | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 5 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
This is how unenlightened you are. The popes headgear is a fishes mouth. (vertical miter) The fish is the oldest symbol humans have for sensuality and fertility. It was the chief emblem of Aphrodite, Persephone and Venus. The church stole that as its symbol in the twelfth century. What is being conveyed to you is that the pope represents the fertility and sensuality of the heavens and the earth. Thats a laugh in itself. Anybody can see that a young girl represents these attributes, not a decrepid old man and his bishops and cardnials. They do not represent the mystery yet people flock to him and he is pretending to be holy. Its show business. Friday comes from the latin Verendi which means Venus day. Enjoy your fish! The priests in the church do not marry because if he were to die then his wife and kids would inherit gold and property from the church. Its nothing about a closer communion to God. So you can insert your religeous ramifications and your pontifical pontifications also. | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 6 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
LIFE IS A SERIES OF MEANINGLESS POSES | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 7 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
People are just tubes | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 8 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
Putting people on the outside gives you the illusion that you are on the inside | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 14 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
Jae, sounds like you run a pretty tight ship. Sounds like you and Larsen are holding the town together. GOOD JOB!! | ||
| kisskiss83 (kisskiss83) New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 15 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.221.60 |
Isa is a JUNGLE UNIVERSITY | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 17 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 63.227.99.118 |
Here is a picture of Ole P. Larsen. click here http://poetry.rotten.com/weightlifter/ | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 18 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 63.227.99.118 |
Ole Larsen is distracted by luxury. How can he even know the common struggle. He is a psychic vampire, a svengali if you will. A svengali got 500,000 dollars out of Brian Wilson over a two year period. What it takes you 50 years to bring home in a barrel, Ole Larsen will throw out in one teaspoon. If you are a connecter (a person at the top of a pyramid where everybody is connected by that one person as friends and associates) then Larsen will go right for your throat because of the geometric progression and connectivity in your life. Once your daughter has been to isa you cant keep her down on the farm anymore. Larsen is the original velvet steamroller. He likes lots and lots of young girls also. just go to xxxcollegeparties.com to see how easy it is to pick them up. | ||
| three_hour_tour New member Username: three_hour_tour Post Number: 2 Registered: 3-2006 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
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| coyote_speaks New member Username: coyote_speaks Post Number: 5 Registered: 11-2004 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
Now you are 40 years old Jody Ford and your sister Kim is 37 years old. Now you both have a place to store your bowling ball. Ha Ha! | ||
| sun_myung_larsen New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 14 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
I havent discussed my big brown turds and my big blue eyes in a couple of months. Last night I feasted on pate and bre cheese and a bottle of wine which cost you (I mean me) 5,000 dollars. This morning I awoke to a fine young lass standing nude before me with fine braids. I farted one of my patented tripleflutterblasts and she was pleasantly amused then I had her for breakfast. My latest wife walked in and scolded both of us for not informing her that I was going to fart. She smelled it in the air lingering like a heavy blanket of fog and at her request I let go with another. This time I got some dribble but luckily my speedo thong prevented any mess. I promptly cleaned the area being careful not to disturb my anal warts of which I am very proud. I let my lovely lass with the fine braids light some of my farts and the neighbors were pleasntly surprised. They requested that I bottle some of my farts so they could have some to go. I replied Hell No! You must purchase a ticket on my spaceship where you will recieve all the Larsen farts you can handle. After all the farts were depleted I promptly phoned Luis to see if I could borrow a cup of farts from him. He told me, I'll be right over. | ||
| sun_myung_larsen New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 15 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
I am a FOOD SNOB and a SERIAL RAPIST. Ole Larsen | ||
| sun_myung_larsen New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 13 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
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| sun_myung_larsen New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 14 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 198.1.37.17 |
This is Ole, I am the leader of the European sexual underground also. I have you all trapped in my WEB OF GREED. I am into radical hedonism. I cant get enough because there is a hole in my soul and I need to be a soulsucker to feel alive. I have so much money that experiences have no deeper meaning anymore therefore I have become a psychic vampire to feed on you and sit back and laugh as you all cannibalize each other hoping to get a glimpse of me. I make a cameo every so often so you will know that your money is actually going to a person........ | ||
| rob2020 New member Username: rob2020 Post Number: 1 Registered: 3-2006 Posted From: 88.109.49.250 |
i have been to the experience and all i will say to you is that i do not judge you, i accept your views on these people, they may be the people you claim them to be. i cannot deny though i am now truely happy, happy doing the things i would have previously hated. so what you think is up to no one but you. although i have succeded in not gaining your point, as has been said before people have read your comments but have still been to the experience and gained from it. as i have said before i do not judge you and can accept your point of view because of this is i like you. Rob | ||
| sun_myung_larsen New member Username: sun_myung_larsen Post Number: 19 Registered: 7-2005 Posted From: 71.34.222.60 |
This is Ole, Farts for sale, farts for sale I would cry from my balcony as dozens and dozens were written on the walls saying The way we play the dozens, the dozens is a game, but the way I •••• your mother is a ••••••• shame. I am a syllable sung sweet and high as an orgy orgasm ordered. I want to dive and die as an eagles fart and masturbate as I think of KIM FORD and her lovely sisters and NATALIE HERBERT TINNON CLAQRKE CONNER and al;l the other nude young females in the program. You should see me. | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 16 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.222.60 |
Natalie herbert clarke tinnon dodd of franklin tenn gives great skull | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 17 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.222.60 |
marianne herbert clarke was an isa sex monger for years | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 18 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.222.60 |
marianne herbert clarke burns coal regularly | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 19 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.34.222.60 |
you are now in the ravening. you are feeding on a dead carcass. The planet is sore and crucified and you are here to die in the apocolypse for what vanity has done to the earth. Put your head between your legs and kiss your ••• goodbye. pack your little make-up bag for a free ride into the sun burn baby burn its a disco inferno | ||
| kisskiss83 New member Username: kisskiss83 Post Number: 20 Registered: 1-2006 Posted From: 71.221.199.13 |
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| ukboy New member Username: ukboy Post Number: 1 Registered: 11-2006 Posted From: 194.223.81.87 |
my friend goes to these and works for ISA, he has to pay to go and tries his hardest to get people to go, like someone is forcing him, it's all he ever talks about, and like i said he works for them........BUT they don't pay him, maybe there is nothing wrong with going once, but this has taken over his life and brain washed him, it's upsetting to see your best friend go down this road, his friends and family miss him. He spends evenings on the phone taking to ISA people, this to me is a cult because he is not who he used to be and he once was a strong minded leader and now a servant to this ‘ISA’ experience. It’s like he is under a spell. | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 1 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 4.242.3.163 |
Ole Larsen has just appeared in a corn tortilla in Tijuana | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 4 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 4.242.0.66 |
Isa is Occams razor. You are just a snail in isa crawling on the edge of a razorblade, the further you go the deeper it cuts. And the funny thing about it is you pay for it like a ride in an amusement park... | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 10 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 207.69.138.12 |
Isa may look and seem sanitary now but back in the early eighties it was nothing but a humpfest. Every man in there was screwing everything that moved. People were talking about sex with animals, one guy told of a rape he committed years earlier and was never caught. There were at least 5 girls in the one I attended all under 15 years old. They had to sit there and listen to it. On outings everybody was on drugs. Poe and Doe (Larsen and his current sextoy) were dressed in gauze clothing and had these lame hand signals and some covert trip they were on. It may look clean now but it used to be nothing but sex and drugs. You would be wise to avoid this whole gig. | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 18 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 207.69.136.199 |
Ole Larsen has kissed more boys than Oscar Wilde and Gore Vidal combined. He likes little brown boys from the islands. He fiddles about, fiddles about. ello gov'na, wax me pole would ya. | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 20 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 207.69.137.200 |
Ole P. Larsen is a d^icksucking •••••. He has a lazysusan that he loads with little brown boys from the islands and spins it in circles to make his selection. You ••••• Larsen. You d^icksucker. You are a ••••• and a tramp. | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 21 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 207.69.137.206 |
If you want to see a picture of Mr. Big with your money at work (foodsnob) Ole P Larsen click on http://www.zoominfo.com/people/level2page22735.aspx scroll down to ole larsen isa link click on that then scroll down to rockysresortnewsletter that his your money at work. mr big with the glass of wine......... | ||
| metro New member Username: metro Post Number: 1 Registered: 6-2007 Posted From: 199.123.79.97 |
I did the experience, with Luis. Yes, it was interesting. Psychology 101 techniques. If you haven't figured out that it is a con, I suggest you investigate, as I have done. I did the experience, and my kids did the camp in Des Moines, Iowa. My former wife (divorced me as a result of making changes in her life, met a new partner in ISA while we were married - thanks ISA) did many experience weekends, the GIT, and she assisted. It's a con, a classic con. Ole - God Luis - Jesus Assisters - Disciples Interesting that you are never done with ISA. There is always more. And, it cost money. If you can't afford it, they will help you "wash cars, etc" to get the money. Anyone who doesn't like the experience, get's ostracised. "they don't have the information" or "they don't get it". They encourage you to approach your family members, but tell you "be aware, they may not get it. You are different now, not like them". Is anyone licensed there, to conduct the psycho exercises? Is there anyone on call if you have difficulties afterward? Nope. It's a con, and Louis knows how to work an audience. I'll post facts later. metro (Message edited by metro on June 08, 2007) | ||
| rex_reason New member Username: rex_reason Post Number: 1 Registered: 12-2006 Posted From: 206.127.78.65 |
I called the resort in Thailand and requested to speak to Ole Larsen. He is completely losing his mind and speech. He sounds just like Katherine Hepburn when he talks...Quite gay I must also add....... |
