30 years later: Charlene Afremow
Linda
trainer?"
Are you willing to perform this work for the rest of your life?"
Yes.
Charlene Afremow, trainer of Mr. Erhard, co-founder of Lifespring and
former Holiday Magic Distributer, is scheduled to be the Featured
Leader for the Special Introduction to the Forum February 19th 2003.,
at the Comfort Inn One at Westport, Saint Louis, Missouri..
Come and see the "energetic red head..." who thirty years ago, along
with Stewart Episito became leaders and franchise owners of Alexander
Everette's Mind Dynamics, a 32 hour, two weekend course on how to
harness the brain's alpha waves to achieve almost any goal you set, and
unlock the human potential.
Stew's franchise was on the East Coast, Charlene's was in Marin County.
Mr. Erhard took her course and follow up seminars. He also enrolled his
two daughters into the child's course, held in Charlene's house.
2 months later, Mr. Erhard had paid his $1,000 for a training fee to
Everrett and was given the San Fransisco franchise.
He lead his own first Mind Dymanics class in February 1971, just about
30 years ago.
Gonneke Spits and Laurel Scheaf had already been working for Mr. Erhard
since '66 and '67. They sold books during the day, and enrolled people
into Mind Dymanics at night.
Like Charlene had done holding follow up seminars in her house; Mr.
Erhard held guest seminars in his door to door book sales employees'
homes, where people who had completed the training brought guests and
praised the courses. Then the Misses Spits and Scheaf would take
registrations from the guests in the bedroom, while Mr. Erhard chatted
in the living room with the 'graduates'.
About that time, Harry Margolis, a tax attorney started handling Mr.
Erhard's financial affairs, starting into circular motion a series of
transactions with off shore corporations and holding companies that
would result in Saratoga Restaurant Equipment Company turning into
Erhard Seminars Training Inc.. Mr Erhard sold 'est's body of
knowlege' to a Panamanian company called Presentacionces Musicales for a
million bucks and became an employee of that company working for a
salary of 30 grand a year. There's more, but my head hurts. .
In the fall of 1971, Mr. Erhard gave his first training of est. In '78
Scheaf and Afremow became est trainers at an elegant dinner event at the
Silverado Country Club in Napa Valley.
The rest is disputed history.
Linda
black-ice
You should go to the intro............maybe she (Charlene) can
disappear your headache (and $350).
computeruser
black-ice <blac...@bellsouth.net> wrote in message
news:gffl4v4bq7nl4fhsf...@4ax.com...
Ask her about Enlightenment Intensives and the ex-Co$ guys Peter Monk amd
Mike Mauer<sp?
If the headache trick came from Charles Berner of Enlightenment Intensives
or somewhere else?
If she knows her old buddy Stewart Esposito is into Tantra Sex?
Linda
Ellenestnot
> http://www.consciouslovingtlc.com/
.....
YIKES!
(All kinds of ~possibilities~ if you have absolutely NO shame.)
Just looking at this guy's picture put me right out of the mood.
Reminds me of that joke about alcohol being God's way of making
sure even ugly people can have sex.......
Ellen
Linda
black-ice wrote:
> You should go to the intro............maybe she (Charlene) can
> disappear your headache (and $350).
All I needed to get rid of my headache was to stop thinking about
Margolis,
It Enron away.
Linda
Linda
Ellenestnot wrote:
Geez Ellen, are you that shallow?
Ellenestnot
Ummmmm.......Maybe ~already, always~ knowing the dude's history
and ~past~ "accomplishments" colored my judgment! hehehehe....
So how come *he* isn't in the Caymans with Weenie? Or
Charlene-baby? God, can you imagine the Caymans with all of
them together? Now that's a thought -- a whole "Landmark"
island. LOL....It's almost an idea for a sitcom. If I
could stop myself from barfing long enough to write it.
>>>>Since the French Revolution, the wealthy have moved money offshore
to safeguard their assets, to make a decent return, and to avoid
paying taxes on their gains. There are currently some 218
jurisdictions that offer these and other special incentives to foreign
investors, and many are among the best places on Earth to vacation.
For example, the Caymans, three lush islands 475 miles from Miami, do
not levy taxes on personal or corporate income, capital gains or your
overall wealth. On top of that, the islands' financial-privacy laws
can protect your assets from creditors and people who might sue you.
It is indeed no wonder why the main street of this tropical paradise
is lined with branches of banks from New York City, Amsterdam and
Geneva.
(from an advertisement)>>>>>
(And I'd be hard-pressed to find much funny about it. That was
the 2nd most often heard complaint about "esties" after
"arrogance,"
(that they had little, no, or an impaired sense of humor.))
Can you just imagine a whole island of them? No police, except
"private" thugs and security guards. No fire department. No
paramedics or hospitals, except pay-at-the-door services set up
by wealthy entrepenuerial physicians. And then only what would
be lucrative procedures offered, like plastic surgery. Or penile
enlargment. "We can't fix your fractured femur but we'll make
your peepee bigger." hehehehehe "We can't do anything about
that 30 pound ovarian cyst, but we'll give you bigger breasts so
at least you're balanced."
No social services, no public roads, no oversight of
businesses, corporate "mischief," or institutionalized
corruption. No apprehension or investigation of criminal
activity with no legal system to sequester or punish scofflaws.
No standards for purity, cleanliness, or effectiveness of
products sold to the public. No open dialog, newspapers other
than "house" organs, public universitites, museums,.....in
other words, none of the services or protections provided
by people as a collective or corroborative effort. (Not to
say people can't become as corrupt collectively as individ-
ually, but the liklehood is less in a democratic society.)
After a while, I imagine it would look like Lagos in the 70s.
A small population of extremely wealthy, corrupt, brutal
exploiters, and masses of bedraggled and starving street-people.
Towering sky-scrapers with open sewers at their feet. Unpaved
roads clogged with sick and starving children and animals, thick,
choking diesel fumes, rotting garbage everywhere, and a few
chauffered limousines trying to make their way through the mess,
all the while not troubling themselves in the least about the
plight of their fellows or their country. After all, they, the
poor, "created their own reality." Yuck, yuck, and double yuck.
Ellen
Larry Person
>>Now that's a thought -- a whole "Landmark" island. LOL....It's
almost an idea for a sitcom.<<
But when I read it I started imagining a "Landmark" reality show.
Pick one.
* 7 strangers/landmark grads in a house with cameras.
* 5 strangers/landmark grads in an RV.
* On an island. Voted off the island for not being their word. Or
any reason, but those voted-off-the island shows are all about gossip,
so it may not work.
* Joe Landmark. (complete with cleaning up lies)
* Tough Enough -- but I highly doubt you can find enough landmark-grad
hotties in great shape. Landmark grads are too busy assisting to work
out.
* That horrible thing with the two ugly finalists -- what was it
called? The winner did something tasteless on 9/11 at the Lincoln
Memorial?
