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Endigar 272

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on January 26, 2011 by endigar

I will have 30 days, again, tomorrow.  Everyone has a formula that they failed to live up to, when they return to the rooms.  They say they quit coming to meetings, or they stopped working the steps, or they quit praying or networking with other clean & sober people.  They didn’t get involved in service work.  Never sponsored or quit sponsoring others. 

The day before I relapsed, I spoke at an H & I, I had been in contact with my sponsor, although my attendance at meetings had begun to slack off.  No sponsoring, still haven’t finished my amends.  Part of the problem is that I don’t really feel that guilty for the transgressions, but know that I probably should, or that it was the only way to invert resentments so that I could abandon the powerlessness of being a victim.

But mostly, I just felt stuck in my sobriety.  I wanted to temporarily use alcohol to see if I could find a better answer.  Although my sobriety was interrupted, my spiritual pursuit continues. 

Damage Done:  I lied to someone I had worked hard to build up trust with, DUI, and that sense of futility that comes with starting over. 

I am applying power-exchange principles to my Higher Power.  Following intuitive guidance.  But fear and self-loathing are beginning to interfere with my ability to hear Her.

I have a writing project I want to give back to recovery.  That might be a way I can serve.  I think this is something that She was showing to me.  I know that if I stay still, paralysis will find me once more.

Endigar 271

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on November 26, 2010 by endigar

The following is a quoted entry that I wanted to capture here:

[http://www.barefootsworld.net/aaebbyt.html]

EBBY T.
The Man Who Carried The Message To Bill W.

By Walter L.

In 1960, at the Long Beach, California Convention of Alcoholics Anonymous, Bill Wilson wrote this dedication in an AA book that he gave to Ebby Thacher.

“Dear Ebby,
No day passes that I do not remember that you brought me the message that saved me – and only God knows how many more.

In affection, Bill”

It was Ebby who found relief from his alcoholism in the simple spiritual practices of the Oxford Group which was an attempt to return to First Century Christianity – before it was complicated and distorted by religious doctrines, dogma and opinions. The program offered by Ebby to Bill involved taking a personal moral inventory, admitting to another person the wrongs we had done, making things right by amends and restitution, and a genuine effort to be of real service to others. In order to obtain the power to overcome these problems, Ebby had been encouraged to call on God, as he understood God, for help.

Bill was deeply impressed by Ebby’s words, but was even more affected by Ebby’s example of action. Here was someone who drank like Bill drank – and yet Ebby was sober, due to a simple religious idea and a practical program of action. The results were an inexplicably different person, fresh-skinned, glowing face, with a different look in his eyes. A miracle sat directly across the kitchen table from Bill. Ebby was not some”do-gooder” who had read something in a book. Here was a hopeless alcoholic who had been completely defeated by John Barleycorn, and yet, had in effect, been raised from the dead. It was a message of hope for an alcoholic – that God would do for us what we could not do for ourselves.

Bill continued to drink in a more restrained way for a short while, and then was admitted to Towns Hospital on December 11, 1934. Ebby visited him there on December 14th and essentially helped Bill take what would become Steps Four, Five, Six, Seven and Eight.

But that “boost” from Ebby’s visit wore off and that night, Bill’s feeling of hopelessness deepened and a terrifying darkness yawned in the abyss. As the last trace of self-will was crushed, Bill said to himself, with neither faith nor hope,

“I’ll do anything, anything at all! If there be a God, let Him show Himself!”

The Conference approved biography, Pass It On, quotes Bill as describing this experience:

    “What happened next was electric. Suddenly, my room blazed with an indescribably white light. I was seized with an ecstasy beyond description. Every joy I had known was pale by comparison. The light, the ecstasy – I was conscious of nothing else for a time.Then, seen in the mind’s eye, there was a mountain. I stood upon its summit, where a great wind blew. A wind, not of air, but of spirit. In great, clean strength, it blew right through me. Then came the blazing thought, “You are a free man.” I know not at all how long I remained in this state, but finally the light and the ecstasy subsided. I again saw the wall of my room. As I became more quiet, a great peace stole over me, and this was accompanied by a sensation difficult to describe. I became acutely conscious of a Presence, which seemed like a veritable sea of living spirit. I lay on the shores of a new world.”

Ebby had carried the message of the Oxford Group to Bill with great care and dedication—that recovery from alcoholism was possible using spiritual principles, but only if it was combined with practical actions. Bill Wilson never took another drink, and left Towns Hospital to dedicate the rest of his life to carrying the message to other alcoholics.

Ebby, however, took a different path, one that caused him to have a series of relapses. The man whom Bill Wilson called his sponsor could not stay sober himself, and became an embarrassment. There were periods of sobriety, some long, some short, but eventually Ebby would, “fall off the wagon,” as he called it.

More revealingly, Ebby referred to his periods of sobriety as, “being on the wagon.” For an AA to regularly use this sort of language is an indication that the commitment to sobriety is temporary in nature. If there is an “on the wagon” then there is an “off the wagon” too. And that was the on/off cycle of Ebby’s drinking.

Ebby was born on April 29, 1896, into a prominent and well-to-do family in Albany, New York, with roots going back before the American Revolution. His grandfather started a railroad wheel manufacturing business in 1852 and became the main supplier of wheels for the New York Central Railroad, as well as Mayor of Albany Two other members of Ebby’s family were also mayors of Albany, including his older brother, “Jack.” One of New York State’s most beautiful parks, located on the Helderberg escarpment southwest of Albany, was donated by the widow of Ebby’s uncle, John Boyd Thacher and is named after him.

Ebby’s full name was Edwin Throckmorton Thacher and he can be said to have arrived in the world with “a silver spoon in his mouth.” It is possible that because of his upper-class origins, with servants waiting on him and the respect brought by his family name, Ebby developed the attitude that life should always be easy for him. He was ‘entitled’, it seems.

Lois Wilson shared her insights into Ebby in her biography, Lois Remembers, and stated that while Bill wanted sobriety with his whole soul, Ebby appeared to want just enough sobriety to stay out of trouble. In addition, Lois said, “Beyond that crucial visit with Bill, Ebby seemed to do very little about helping others. He never appeared really a member of AA. After his first slip, many harmful thoughts seemed to take possession of him. He appeared jealous of Bill and critical, even when sober, of both the Oxford Group and AA.” Lois felt that it was important that AA’s know why Ebby was not considered the founder of AA. Ebby carried the message to Bill, but he never followed it up with the years of devoted action needed to develop the AA program.

Despite his failure to follow through after his vital visit with Bill, Ebby still seemed to feel he was not recognized adequately for his contribution to the start of AA. His employer for many years in Texas said that Ebby, “kind of thought the world owed him a living, to a certain extent. He thought he never got the recognition that he should. That was stuck in his craw for years.”

Another AA who had known Ebby in Texas said that, “Ebby held a deep resentment for Bill, Dr. Bob, and others, because he felt he was more the founder of what was to become AA than anyone else”. In the author’s opinion, this resentment may be the reason for his repeated “slips” in the program.

Ebby also had the idea that he needed the right woman and an ideal job in order to stay sober. The implication is that if he didn’t have the perfect woman and the perfect job, he couldn’t stay sober. And he didn’t stay sober. AA members know that sobriety has to be sought without any conditions, that we have to be “willing to go to any length to get it” and that “half measures availed us nothing.”

Some of Ebby’s own letters bring to mind Lois’s observation noted earlier, that Ebby seemed to be “around” AA, but never really “in” it. Typical correspondence from AA’s devotes substantial discussion to the AA Program and the application of the Steps to their own lives. Ebby’s letters avoid these topics and are significant for what they don’t say. In 1954, Bill wrote that Ebby now, “shows more signs of really joining AA than ever before.” The implication is that Ebby had shown less commitment to the AA program before then, but even at that time, there were still substantial doubts about his sincerity.

Earlier, in 1947, his sister-in-law received a letter from Ebby, and she wrote back suggesting that the answer to his problems was to devote himself to helping others and then continued,

    “But as I read your letter this thought is far from your mind and you are again concerned with the petty and material affairs of your surroundings and the bickerings and by-plays of your associates, with the thought still deep in your mind that you have been persecuted and discriminated against by others, while the real facts might well be that it is your own ego that is at fault.”

Ebby drifted in and out of sobriety, and in and out of AA, with many AA members trying to help him regain a more stable sobriety. The person who was ultimately successful was Searcy W., who had established a hospital for alcoholics in Texas. Early in 1953, Searcy had asked Bill what he would like to see happen in AA, and Bill said, “I would like for Ebby to have a chance to sober up in your clinic.” Several months later, it came to pass, and after a short slip in 1954, Ebby remained sober for seven years.

In 1961, Ebby’s girlfriend died and the next day Ebby got drunk. He apparently still believed that his sobriety was conditional on having the right woman, and now she was gone. Ebby moved back to New York and lived at several places for the next two years, one of which was at his brother Ken’s home in Delmar, a suburb of Albany. He had emphysema, the same disease that caused Bill’s death, and was in poor health, his weight having dropped from 170 to 122 pounds.

Ebby eventually came to Margaret and Micky McPike’s farm outside Ballston Spa, New York, in May, 1964 and it was under their loving care that he finished the final two years of his life, dying sober on March 21, 1966. While at McPike’s farm, he never even attempted to get something to drink although he never attended any AA meetings. Still, AA visitors were frequent and AA principles were in constant evidence, permeating the entire atmosphere at McPike’s. Dr. Bob said that the AA program boiled down to love and service and that was the essence of Margaret and Micky McPike, who helped more than four thousand persons to recover from alcoholism. Ebby was one of them.

AA’s agree that no matter what happens to them, the most important thing is to not pick up that first “sucker” drink. Once alcohol is placed in our bodies, the results are physically inevitable in the same way that once a dose of castor oil has been taken, all the mental will power in the world is of no avail. Our problem as alcoholics centers in our minds, in having an entire psychic change as a result of taking the actions set out exactly in the 12 Steps. It is said in the rooms, “If you do what we did, you’ll get what we got.” Ebby was unable, for whatever reasons, to put the AA program of action into his life on a regular basis.

All of his life, Ebby was overshadowed by the recognition and success of his father and grandfather and in his own generation, by the accomplishments and respect given to his older brothers. This may have developed in him a sense of “never good enough” so familiar to alcoholics. It is also likely that his privileged childhood accentuated the sense of self-importance and self-focus that the AA program requires us to deflate at depth.

If Ebby had been recognized as the founder of the AA program, it would have given him respect and recognition far surpassing anyone in his family. After Bill received the message of recovery from Ebby, he devoted the rest of his life to helping other alcoholics. If Ebby had been willing and able to take similar actions of love and service, he would have been a co-founder with Bill Wilson. But he would not, or could not, do the day-to-day work with others needed to bring AA into a concrete reality.

Rather than realistically looking at his own shortcomings in establishing AA, Ebby wallowed in resentments, the greatest obstacle to sobriety and the number one killer of alcoholics. Perhaps Bill was thinking of the example of his sponsor, Ebby, when he wrote the many strong statements in the Big Book condemning resentments. For whatever the reasons, Ebby never seemed to give himself completely to the simple program of Alcoholics Anonymous.

There are many others who achieve periods of sobriety yet relapse from time to time. They are not to be condemned, but welcomed back into the Fellowship. Their experience is a lesson to others that alcohol as an enemy is indeed cunning, baffling and powerful. If anyone might feel smug or superior, he or she should be grateful that they have not gotten that bad – yet.

If there is a Higher Power, then by implication there is a lower power. And the lower power can never win, unless we give up. Despite many slips, Ebby never gave in to the lower power and always came back. He ran the race; he kept the faith and died sober. Ebby deserves to be honored for carrying the message of spiritual recovery to Bill and for acting as his sponsor. Whatever his problems may have been with sobriety, Bill was always grateful to Ebby and so should all AA’s.

Bill said, in “The Language of the Heart”, “Ebby had been enabled to bring me the gift of grace because he could reach me at depth through the language of the heart. He had pushed ajar that great gate through which all in AA have since passed to find their freedom under God.”

Much of the above material is synthesized from Ebby’s biography by Mel B., Ebby-The Man Who Sponsored Bill W., published by Hazelden. Other material was taken from sections of Conference approved books listed in the reference section below. Comments and inferences in the article are the opinion of the author.

References:
Alcoholics Anonymous (The Big Book). Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Box 459 Grand Central Station, New York, NY 10163.

AA Comes of Age. Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Box 459 Grand Central Station, New York, NY 10163.

Language of the Heart. Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Box 459 Grand Central Station, New York, NY 10163.

Lois Remembers. Al-Anon Family Group Headquarters, 1600 Corporate Landing Parkway, Virginia Beach, VA 23454-5617.

Pass It On. Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Box 459 Grand Central Station, New York, NY 10163.

As in so many things, especially with we alcoholics, our History is our Greatest Asset!.. We each arrived at the doors of AA with an intensive and lengthy “History of Things That Do Not Work” .. Today, In AA and In Recovery, Our History has added an intensive and lengthy “History of Things That DO Work!!” and We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it!!

END OF QUOTED MATERIAL FROM [http://www.barefootsworld.net/aaebbyt.html]

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This has several materials I must read.  I really wish Ebby had made it, I think he would have had much to offer those of us that are so vulnerable to relapse.  And we would have a more accurate picture of what went on in his head.  History is written by the victorious, and the valuable lessons of the vanquished are often re-written to dismiss or demonize them.  Ebby had become an “embarrassment” to the program as is stated in this writing.  But is not three often the number that leads to a more perfect understanding of the Higher Power?  I still believe that there is more to be gleaned from the life of AA’s third co-founder if we drop the fear of embarrassment, the tendency to judge, and seek it out. I am still seeking.

There is a statement in this text, that I have heard mentioned in the rooms as well; “If there is a Higher Power, then by implication there is a lower power.  And the lower power can never win, unless we give up.”  I think one of the greatest flaws in centralized religion is to construct a devil, a satan, an adversary to scapegoat for serious issues in human development.  Such a scapegoat is perfect for the control of the masses.  Hitler used this tactic well and  something I believe he learned from the church.  But such scapegoating does not allow individuals to assume responsibility for their own lives.  It produces a victim’s mentality, supports a dependant psychosis in society, and lays the bedrock for an “us and them” approach to helping others.
 
If I perceive the lower power to be isolated self-will, then I have something to work with.  And I have avoided a religious hi-jack of this program. 
 
The statement that “…the lower power can never win, unless we give up,” causes some of my red flags to go off as well.  It appears that we are back to solving our issues simply by the force of self-will, and I do not see the program teaching that.  If my understanding is correct, we recognize our powerlessness and appeal to the Higher Power for a connection and new way of living that empowers us against our drug of choice, and against our self-defeating flaws of character.  And if I can solve my problems simply by self-will, why bother to connect?  If I can boast of my abilities in isolation, I will tend to judge those of you who cannot likewise bring forth the internal fortitude necessary to “just not give up,” “to just not take the first drink.”  And it is this judgement that is so damning to many of those who relapse.  I have been guilty of this judgment, and I learned it from the pulpit, not from the 12 step program or the Big Book.    
 
I do want to thank the quoted author for much material I find helpful and references to aid me in my quest for the truth. 

Endigar 270

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on October 17, 2010 by endigar

I entered church for the first time in several years.  I stayed through the entire exclusive message, where sad news masquerading as good was poured out before me.  My purpose was to facilitate an amends to a former employer.  It went well, I suffered no panic attacks or overwhelming desires to flee.  So there is some forward momentum with the steps.

Endigar 269

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 15, 2010 by endigar

As I awaken, some thoughts. 

There are levels of consciousness achieved with the holograph of our existence.  Its progression is  not linear, like a ranking, but levels of empowerment to reach out and connect.  That is the nature of empowerment in our universe.

For the ease of discussing the concept, lets say that our current level of consciousness is level zero.  That the collective consciousness of the human species is level one, and the consciousness of our divided life complex, the single cell, is consciousness level negative one.  Now lets just say that the accumulation of all infinity produces consciousness level infinity and we know this as God, the God of order.  Now lets say that the infinite void of all consciousness is level negative infinity, or what we have arithmetically touched on as Zero.  This is also God.  The God of chaos.  This produces balance in nature, and works like opposing muscles in the body.  On an infinite continuum, any point can be the center, and thus every point of existence can be your center.  It only requires that you achieve your self-awareness at that point.  Thus we are given creative flexibility by learning to shift our center. 

Now our level one consciousness, our collective soul, establishes the context for the existence of other beings we commonly identified as gods and demons and the such.  These are not the same as the infinite God of order and chaos.  But we tend to have more interaction with them.  They represent our various cultural ideas, but do take on a life of their own.  Our emotions that tend to be more destructive such as anger, fear, and despair also take on life as a hierarchy of demons in negative level one.  Selling your soul to the devil is a way of connecting to a negative level one entity.  But it must contain the emotion which empowers it to be successful.  It appears to me that the despair of death and judgment finds its personification in the Satan.  A deal with the devil is then a spiritualized suicide pact.  In some way we have given up on ourselves.  And we seek empowerment from negative level one.  This process into the negative consciousness leads to the extermination of body and soul, it dissemination into chaos.

But there is a process of transcending if we can connect with the infinite level.  This pull into the infinite shifts our center toward level one, which then becomes our new level zero.  This transcending shift is not to be confused with the creative shift of our center I mentioned earlier. 

A pact of overcoming with the infinite God draws our center outward into greater connectivity, manifest in greater usefulness. 

Thus the act of making amends increased my connectivity.  It was an act of transcending. 

So if I where to expend my life force to move toward the negative infinite, I could experience power by “selling my soul” to the devil.  That power would be explosive, as I would be moving against the flow of nature, and would go into negative level one, dividing into individual sells and disseminating my life energy into the void to be caught up and re-used for other expressions of life.  Because of the level of self-awareness I have achieved, I would be embraced by the infinite, and on some level I might still be aware of being dumped into the void of God, the great Zero.  That would be hell.

But on the other hand, if I capture the emotions, the passions, that are most useful in connecting with others and create a pact of overcoming, a determination to transcend, my center will be shifted toward level one.  To my fellows, I will become a god.  Not the infinite God.  But a level one god. 

At this point, let me qualify that I will not escape the process of death and aging as long as I remain connected with my species who still gravitate toward negative level one.  In a perfect world, we would all seek to shift outward, to connect with one another, and all other life, we would all overcome together.  I believe that if that ever happens, we will transcend several levels toward the infinite very quickly.  Being gods would become our “normal” existence.

I think that the Infinite One has listened to my rant, seen past my defiance, and given me hope and that this is wisdom drawing me to transcend.  I also know that this effort stands a greater chance of success if you, who are reading, are also given this hope, and that somehow, you are committed to transcending, to the shift of your center toward greater empowerment.

Endigar 268

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 15, 2010 by endigar

I just got finished watching the movie, “The Box.”  And it only seemed to reinforce everything I said in the previous post.  Some advanced alien race is standing in judgment over mankind, examining us.  These aliens are conducting tests that they are pretty sure we are going to fail to justify mass extermination of our species. 

We are a race that is continually facing death with vivid self-awareness.  There are so many humans around me who are dying and I will not shed one tear for them to honor the significance of their lives, because I do not know who they are.  This system of mass denial is how we cope with the limitations of our mortality.  I have two children who will die.  When I held those little infants in my arms, I did not look at them and think about their upcoming funerals.  No!  I imagined the fullness of their lives, and reveled in my love for them as though they where eternal.  But I have no empirical evidence that is true.  So I push those doubts far from me and embrace the systemic denial of my kind. 

Imagine if we were physically eternal beings with no aging, no sickness, permanently young and strong.  Then give us time to evolve in our awareness.  I think the prospect that we would push the button in the box would become obsolete.  Is it not possible that it is our powerlessness over death that breeds our short-comings and not the other way around.  We are all walking around with a gun to our heads, our lives ticking away.  Time is running out.  A small fortune can speed up our personal pursuits.  Such an opportunity means more to mortals.  The illusion that being good will give us special consideration before some angry, demanding old god or some pridefule alien race is absolutely repugnant. 

Who is more brave, the soldier who sacrifices his life for the well-being of his countrymen, not knowing what or if there is anything afterwards, or a god-man who allows his own execution, knowing that he will rise from the dead, and knows that at any time he could have called a host of angelic warriors to his side.  It is the mortal man who lacks the knowledge and fights on anyway who has the greater courage, in my opinion. 

I understand that you admire the writings of John Paul Sartre. Perhaps these words will comfort you. “There are two ways to enter the final chamber, free or not free. The choice is ours.” – Arlington Steward, The Box

Martin Teague: Sir? If you don’t mind my asking… why a box?
Arlington Steward: Your home is a box. Your car is a box on wheels. You drive to work in it. You drive home in it. You sit in your home, staring into a box. It erodes your soul, while the box that is your body inevitably withers… then dies. Where upon it is placed in the ultimate box, to slowly decompose.
Martin Teague: It’s quite depressing, if you think of it that way.
Arlington Steward: Don’t think of it that way… think of it as a temporary state of being.

I prefer this message from William Wallace’s dead father in Braveheart:

Malcolm Wallace: Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.

And screw those advanced patronizing aliens who expend their fantastic technology and warped morality to justify their cosmic sadism.

Endigar 267

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 14, 2010 by endigar

Change Me or kill Me.  But do not ignore Me. 

I am in this program to gain power, to be empowered.  I will finish the amends.  I will do this.  Me.  I will sponsor on a 4 x 3 or 3 x 4 matrix.  I will do this.  Me.   And then I am finished.

If I am behaving stupidly, teach Me. 

I am tired of cringing from judgment, afraid of who I will disappoint next.  Give me a faith that is faithful to Me!  I am either everything to You, or I am nothing.  Don’t love Me because that is what is in your nature to do.  That is insulting.  Love Me because You have something unique and special going on with Me.  I would rather that you be totally turned on by Me, or hunt Me down in hatred.  But if you are simply disinterested in Me, I will spew you out of My mouth like vinegar given to a dying man.

I want superhuman, supernatural, universe rippling power. 

I don’t think I or any mortal who seeks the same is asking too much.  We are tired of being the scapegoat for Your “issues.”

Why do you hide in the dark, oh God.  Come out into the open so that your deeds can be seen and rightly appraised.  Have a real relationship with us.  Or get it over with and blot out our existence.

My sponsor has asked me to give Him His seven-year token this afternoon.  I will do this.  Me.  Because I value Him and the special place He holds in My life. 

I have already walked the path of religion.  For Me, it is the way of socially re-enforced denial. 

If you come to My door and knock, I will ask You in.  If you come in the back window and lurk in the shadows like a thief in the night, I will seek to expel you as an intruder.  Can you blame Me?  Truly, can You?

Endigar 266

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 9, 2010 by endigar

Oh god, it’s already after 5pm.  Traffic.  Next meeting at 6 and a run after that.  I must get prepared for drill this weekend.  Camping out and using the night vision goggles.  My nephew gets married next week, so I will head south for that event.  A birthday celebration as apart of my amends.  I sure hope there is some validity to the tortoise and the hare story.

Endigar 265

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 9, 2010 by endigar

The amends went well.  I experienced magic along the journey, and the one event I dreaded the most turned out to be a very good reconnection.  My anger, resentment, hatred all melted away.  I know that I should be on a high after this has been accomplished.  I found myself initially very emotional with something that passes for happiness.  But underneath was a surreal world in which elements of the steadfast, a pillar of my existence, had been disintegrated.  Some of the furniture of my world has been carved out of the reality of this resentment.  With it gone, what is there to fill its place.  In a meeting this week, I said that void is what I am dependant on the Higher Power to fill. 

Anxiety builds as I move to accomplish the other 20 amends.  I find myself growing impatient.  I am wanting to argue again.  Slight altercation in the Bruno’s parking lot.  Obsessing over disagreements, hoping for confrontation.  I don’t want to scare the civilians, but…I don’t tend to trust love, or what gets tendered as such.  I find that I am in need for my connections in the lifestyle.  But I don’t want to lose this opportunity to get these amends behind me.  Self-control is so important for someone with my predispositions.  Suppression only increases the prospect of a future explosion.  I need a community where I can be me.  And the recovery community only partially answers that need.  It seems to be a yin-yang type of connection.  I can feel the internal clock ticking.  I have some time. 

“I have ceased fighting anything or anyone…”  Relax. Breath. Move forward.

Endigar 264

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 3, 2010 by endigar

I have 22 amends left from my trip through the steps.  I performed my last amends in January 2009.  July 2009 I was in jail for DUI.  I have since made a re-run on the steps and am left with these same 22 amends.  I am going to make a trip down to Florida this weekend and hope to set some things right, and to get my most horrendous amends completed.  My expectations are low for one in particular.  I grew up with him.  I have seen my hopes for his life replaced with the horror of what he has become.  My own love for him fuels a seething anger and hatred that I feel for few others on the face of this small planet.  If I could die and he would be saved, I would consider it.  It won’t happen.  I simply do not believe that he will ever change.  So all I can do is concentrate on my side of the street.  And there is plenty of my own dirt to deal with there.  This may be the last time I look on his face, if he even gives me that chance.  I will make the effort and leave the rest to the Higher Power to sort out.

Endigar 263

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 7, 2010 by endigar

Well, I’ve reached a new level of stuckism.  Which means that I have moved forward.  I am not in the old level.  You know, I never picked up my 18 month CA chip prior to last year’s relapse…just wasn’t interested anymore.  I guess that’s why.  January 2011 this time.  I’ll make damn sure I at least stay involved enough to remember to pick it up this time. 

Something has happened in me, and there are a lot of things that I just do not feel anymore, a lot of voices that used to cry out have gone silent.  And I have felt strangely alone, in a very different way.  I am not sure it is a negative.  Now I see this program as something to accomplish, and levels to graduate to.  I am not sure that is a positive.

I have asked my HP to remove a character flaw, a bad idea that causes my life to become unmanageable. 

THE BAD IDEA:  Failure is inevitable.  I will disappoint those who stay in a relationship with me.

THE UGLY TWIN SISTER OF THIS IDEA:  If I fail the only honorable course is death.

The resulting behavior is paralysis, procrastination, anxious over-planning, until I get to the last moment of a deadline, and then I rush in a panic as if there is a gun to my head.  By then it is usually too late, and a self-fulfilling prophesy gains credibility.

I am sick of talking about this for now.  But I will say that I found what I believe to be the mother of both of these:

MOTHER OF BAD IDEAS:  God is not interested in me as an individual, is only interested in controlling me.  He resists my individual expression, conspires to break me.  He is totally apathetic toward me, but desires to empower His purpose through me.  I feel like His presence is a rape of my soul, and that this amuses Him. 

In response, I have yet another BAD IDEA:  The belly up manipulator.  So I not only have problems trusting the HP, but I have problems trusting my own mind and motives.  Am I addressing a real issue or am I just manufacturing something to manipulate individuals into some form of protective alliance?

One by-pass that I have is to trust in a female Higher Power.  Primarily because these bad ideas were built around the premise of a masculine diety.  But I know that is a band-aid.  She has been helpful though.

I have heard that the program is not going to really work unless you have a complete surrender to the HP, not just a cease-fire.  From a military point of view, that sounds more like I am dealing with an enemy, not someone I want to trust my life to.  Someone I want to escape given the first opportunity.

I have not found a mention of surrender in the first 164 pages of the BB and I suspect a religious hijack in making that a big deal.  The 12 and 12 talks about taking our concept of God in piece-mill.    But I desire the intervention of a HP to overcome and eliminate these bad ideas, like It did with my drinking.  And I am afraid that it is not going to work for me, that I will become what I hate…a professional victim, because (whine, sniffle) failure is inevitable.