Daily Reprieve

I put password protection on Endigar 254, because it redirects to another blog that I thought was going to be the next step in My journey.  But it is not turning out that way.  If you want to know the password, just enter the number of the rule that states; “Don’t take yourself so damn seriously.”  It was given to me after I completed my 5th step last year.

Oh, and I got my license back this week!  What a relief.

Source: c.1939, AAWS, Alcoholics Anonymous, “Bill’s Story”, p. 3

“God is either everything, or He is nothing.”

-Bill Wilson

My paraphrase of Bill’s words; The concept of God is either useful in all of my life’s circumstances, or he is useful in none of them.  That concept is either worthy of my absolute trust, or my absolute disregard.  It has the power to positively interact with me, and intuitively guide me, and responds in a way that I would see as love OR God is a persistent delusion socially re-inforced by some form of mortal fear (death, aging, limits in time, space, and resource).

The concept of Zero and the concept of God have much in common.  The usefulness of zero was debated, but finally acknowledged.  A symbol for absolute nothingness, a vacuum of existence, was useful in holding a place in defining the process of counting.  What if God is the symbol humans came up with to acknowledge universal infinity, the complete union of all things, the connection of all conscience, thus a place holder for super-conscienence.

Zero is the human symbol recognizing the significance of the existence of nothing.  Is there a place where absolutely nothing exists?  This could open all kinds of debates and arguments. But the usefulness of accepting zero is undeniable.

The cells in my body are individual living organisms, connected with one another through interdependence.  What concept does one of the individual cells in my body have of me.  I can see it as a separate and whole being.  But I don’t think it can recognize me in the same way.  As individuals join together, and respond to a need for interdependent connection, is another level of conscienceness created?  If my level of consciousness is ground zero, then the cell’s level of consciences is level -1.  And the human group associations I live in is consciousness level 1.

My recovery groups use the power of conscieness level one to overcome a problem I am powerless over in ground zero.  My alcoholism.  But like all journeys, there is the time I leave a place, and then there is a time for arriving at a destination.  As it says in the 9th step promises, before we are halfway through, we are going to know a new . . . destination.

So the steps of recovery point to levels that exceed that level one, and present the possibility of an infinite being that encompasses all levels of conscieness.  How would I ever conceive of such a being?   Step 11 is the continuation of a process begun in Step 3.  I trust that there is something there, that it seems to give a damn about me, and that my attempts to make conscience contact further expand and empower me.

Albert Einstein once said that we can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.

My journey away from alcoholism has become my journey toward spiritual fulfillment.

If you are interested in following my spiritual journey then go to another weblog I have started:

http://wooaman.wordpress.com/

 December 9, 2009 at 8:08 am – comment on 249
 
I still can’t accept what I see in the mirror. Will I ever be able to? It remains to be seen. Pun intended.
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December 9, 2009 at 8:00 am – comment of 246
 
Religion is made by man. Do not miss the forest for the trees.
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Instead, we looked at the human defects of these people, and sometimes used their shortcomings as a basis of wholesale condemnation.  We talked of intolerance, while we were intolerant ourselves.  We missed the reality and the beauty of the forest because we were diverted by the ugliness of some of its trees.  We never gave the spiritual side of life a fair hearing. 
Page 50 of the Big Book
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There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
James Joyce

So, the Higher Power must be more than a concept.  There has to be a very real interaction with a very real entity of some form that is connected to and at least influences all power and knowledge, and that has an obsession for me that would pass for love.  Without those characteristics, the Higher Power becomes irrelevant.  If I must pick and chose when the Higher Power can be trusted and where I have to step in and make up for His inadequacies, then the Higher Power becomes merely a concept that I give lip service to.  And something my disease will fashion to accomodate a relapse.  He truly is everything or nothing.

If this is too much for you to swallow, as it often is for me, it is quite workable to go at this piecemeal, to test the waters and accumulate your own undeniable experiences.  I have a few that I have to remind myself of.

As far as this blog goes, I will converse with anyone who comments.  But unless I am just overwhelmed with an epiphany, I will not continue writing here.  I will not initiate it.  You the reader, or Gomu Himself will motivate any further contributions on my part. 

Thank-you for the opportunity to share.

After I first came into recovery there was an overshadowing thought that haunted me my 2nd year clean…Will there be enough time to do what I want to do? There is so much left unsaid and undone, how will I accomplish it?
The answer came simply from a friend who reminded me that at some point I will not get a full 24 hours. I will be 42 in July and felt as if time was “running out”. It’s odd, before I got to recovery life seemed to take forever to arrive at that point and now it’s as if time has been speeded up.
I came to the understanding that 12 Step Programs prepare me to face the inevitable with dignity and a sense of self-worth. That the miserable existence I called life before really wasn’t living at all. That I have the full opportunity to live my life they way I was intended to from the very start, with the ability to be a human being.
My approach to a Higher Power is a bit more simplistic. I find it would be arrogant on my part to believe that I am one of 6 billion people living on a rock hurtling through space at 90,000 mph and this is it.
I believe the power we seek comes from both within and from others. I have witnessed far too many things both while in active addiction and while in recovery to believe in coincidences and luck.
I feel that my life has a sense of purpose and I may never know all of the answers to the questions I want to ask, but I have a faith today that what I need to know versus what I want to know is revealed when the time is right.
Take Care….Bob D.

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1.  The nature of self-expression: 

After I first came into recovery there was an overshadowing thought that haunted me my 2nd year clean…Will there be enough time to do what I want to do? There is so much left unsaid and undone, how will I accomplish it?
The answer came simply from a friend who reminded me that at some point I will not get a full 24 hours. I will be 42 in July and felt as if time was “running out”. It’s odd, before I got to recovery life seemed to take forever to arrive at that point and now it’s as if time has been speeded up.
I came to the understanding that 12 Step Programs prepare me to face the inevitable with dignity and a sense of self-worth. That the miserable existence I called life before really wasn’t living at all. That I have the full opportunity to live my life they way I was intended to from the very start, with the ability to be a human being.

2.  The nature of spiritual empowerment:

My approach to a Higher Power is a bit more simplistic. I find it would be arrogant on my part to believe that I am one of 6 billion people living on a rock hurtling through space at 90,000 mph and this is it.
I believe the power we seek comes from both within and from others. I have witnessed far too many things both while in active addiction and while in recovery to believe in coincidences and luck.
I feel that my life has a sense of purpose and I may never know all of the answers to the questions I want to ask, but I have a faith today that what I need to know versus what I want to know is revealed when the time is right.

Bob D, thank-you for your response.  I am going to try some active listening to restate what I think you are saying here.  Please feel free to correct me if I am wrong.

1.  In your 2nd year clean, you were haunted by the reality of the limited time of your mortality coupled with the realization that you had much left that was unsaid and undone.  Within you, there was something that identified the unsaid and undone of your life now that you had significant time clean and sober.  The spectre of it not being accomplished was a source of fear for you.   A reality that haunted you.

But you found an answer through a friend, one that resonated with you, provided you with comfort.  The friend pointed to one reality – that at some point, you will not get a full 24 hours.  In the context of recovery, we recognize that all we have is the 24 hours before us.  But this friend said that there will come a time when we will not even be given that in full measure.  There are elements of our life that are beyond our ability to plan.  We cannot even rely on a 24 hour plan to accomplish things.   He was inviting you to an acceptance of things you cannot control, specifically, time.

You continue by restating the reality of the limited time of your mortality inspired by the quickly approaching 42nd birthday in July.  But you put the phrase RUNNING OUT in quotations.  It seems you are saying that the feeling of running out of time was not a real concept.  You point to the oddity that before recovery, time appeared to move unbearably slow to arrive at some unknown destination (I do not know how to translate –at that point, for I do not know what point you are referring to- and it may be inconsequential to your primary exploration), but now it has speeded up.  Since we assume that time is a constant, that our coming into recovery did not actually accelerate time around us, this must be an illusion stemming from within you.  I think you are suggesting that this illusion is manufactured by the peculiar mental twist of our disease.  That the tendency of this disease to use our minds to manufacture misery in order to accomodate the return to an alcoholic or drug induced state of oblivion is the actual author of the feeling of running out of time.

You walked through a process that brought you to a certain comfort or reliance on the 12 step program.  The first thing this process did for you is to help you realize that no matter when the inevitable day of your death arrives, you would be able to face it with dignity and a sense of self-worth because of your devotion to this program of recovery. Then you looked back at what you had been able to achieve under the influence of drugs or alcohol, and realized that you could not even say that you were living life at all during that time.  You realized that when you did what was natural for you, you could not live at all, and that without the intervention of the program misery was a way of life for you.  With death faced, and the old way of living discarded, you looked at what you had under the direction of the 12 step program in a new light.   Your discomfort came not from the limits of time and resource, but the reality that for the first time you have the opportunity to live your life the way it was intended from the very start.   The ability to just BE who you were supposed to be was suddenly a possibility and the newness of this reality was what you are adjusting to. 

2.  Your approach to the Higher Power is more simplistic than…?   You value the simplicity of your approach to the Higher Power.  Because when you said that the answer came from your friend, you said it came simply.  If I am correct, you believe that simplicity is an indication of inspiration from the Higher Power. 

The phrase “on my part” identifies this as a personal assertion.  If you were to believe the following, it would be the voice of your arrogance:  I am one of 6 billion people living on a rock hurtling through space at 90,000 mph and this is it.  You are one of 6 billion people makes you small, maybe insignificant.  You are living on a rock, not a planet, hurtling through space,  not in a life-sustaining orbit,  at 90,000 mph.  Since both of those things are facts, but are expressed in a way that strips it of wonder, they could be considered an attempt to diminish yourself and your place in the universe.   It is the assertion that you and your environ are insignificant that is the foundation of this arrogance.  Now merge that expression with the opinion that “this is it,” and the statement of arrogance is complete.  I find this paradoxical because arrogance is defined as the offensive display of superiority or self-importance; overbearing pride.  If I am correct, the resolution of this paradox comes when you observe the universe and claim the ability and right to diminish its workings, and declare yourself and those around you as ultimately insignificant. 

You believe that the spiritual empowerment we all seek is available within us, and through our connections with other people.  You have witnessed things that had nothing to do with you being in recovery or being in addiction that you cannot dismiss as luck or coincidence.  These were events outside of you.  You see them as evidence of the existence of a Higher Power.  

What you have gained from your connection with the Higher Power is a sense of purpose.  This is something that you truly feel. 

What you give in the relationship is a trusting acceptance, a faith, a knowing, that those questions that are left unanswered don’t need to be answered until the time is right. 

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Bob, thank-you again.  I would like to ask you a few questions if life is not keeping you too busy.

1.  When you talked of having things unsaid and undone in the beginning of your missive, could you give some examples?  Have you found a new expression for them or have they been discarded as being of no value in your current life?  Are they apart of what gives you a sense of dignity and self-worth?  If not, what is it that feeds those qualities in you?

2.  You spoke of being able to live your life the way you were intended to from the very start.  Do you specifically know how your were intended to live it?  How did you gain this insight?  Intended by your Higher Power, or by you?

3.  You alluded to events that you do not count as luck or coincidence, and serve as evidence for your spiritual life.  Would you mind sharing some of them?  I will treat them with care, and not attack that which you view as sacred.  I truly am interested. 

4.  What feeds this sense of purpose that you speak of?

Why do I struggle so with living?  Two things seem to come to the forefront for me, at least tonight. 

1.  The nature of spiritual empowerment.  This is the centerpiece of the recovery program.  When I was a traditional Christian, the premise of spiritual empowerment for me was the reality of revelation through the scriptures, and the testimony of those who seek direct contact with God based on the authority of Jesus Christ.  Now that I am in recovery, the Agnostos Theos, the Higher Power, is a construct that grows through relationship.  But I am left asking if a deity concept built around my needs for empowerment is anything more than a concept.  The demands of life are larger than I am.  And death mocks my every step forward.  I need a Higher Power who is larger than every element of both life and death.  Who is larger than all my fears.  Am I my own god?  Do my needs and desires for empowerment cause me to forge a deity to support my efforts?  Or is there a deity that created me with needs that would force me to find it?  And if so, why the game of hide and seek?  Is this life a supernatural holographic training scenario?  For me, the pursuit of a deity must provide some hope of knowing, and thus the disciplines of prayer and meditation seeking intuitive guidance make sense.  But I find them ultimately inadequate.   I too often feel the despair of spiritual impotence.

2.  The nature of self-expression.  My life is filled with many passions and pursuits that compete with one another.  In talking with my slave this evening, she was lamenting the part-time expression of who we are, and prior to her contact, I was thrashing about in my own soul over this same issue.  How can I synthesize my life into a perfect whole that allows me to unfold completely as a person?  When I was a traditional Christian, mortification of the flesh, self-sacrifice, and absolute surrender to Jehovah God precluded this concern.  If I got any of my heart’s desires it was because God decided it was safe for me, was of value, fulfilled His ultimate will.  I spent most of my life then in a frustrated suppression of who I am.  I tried to be a vessel for the expression of Jesus.  My misery found solace in my personal life of martyrdom.  Someday, I would be rewarded for a life well lived.  All the things that should exist or that I desired of here and now were safely tucked away in the great here-after.  I have read that religion is the opiate of the masses.  I kept myself well intoxicated with it.  But now that I have given myself permission to be free, what do I do?  And how do I do it?  Is there a way to synchronize all my internal passions into one great symphony of self-expression?  On November 20th, I turn 49 years old.  That is seven squared, or seven sevens completed.  In my reading of the Old Testament, there was something called the year of Jubilee, the 50th year.  If I remember correctly, that was a time of rebirth, when all debts were cancelled and everyone started over.  I feel like I am approaching both an ending and a beginning.  And I do not know how to both mourn or celebrate to usher forth this transition.

On a somber note:  My lungs have always been my bane.  I experience repeated cases of pneumonia growing up that would keep me out of school.  It always affected my athletic participation because I never had the wind for a lot of running.  This has been a constant source of humiliation in my military service, and to this day, may keep me from getting retirement.  My next and possibly final PT Test is on the 5th of December.  When I sleep on my left side, my bronchial tube hurts.  It often hurts slightly to breath deeply.  I am always congested to some degree.  I cannot remember a time when I could breath clearly through both nostrils.  When I work out, I spend the next few hours coughing and in pain.  And I probably work in one of the last places in America where there is smoking in the building.  My mother died of pulmonary fibrosis.  There is some indication that it is genetically transferred.  It really cannot be diagnosed in its early stages, so I’ve heard.  Doctors have done the MRI’s and nothing has been found.  But I feel it.

The gist of what I am saying is that I am facing the reality of the downward drift into the other side.  We are all facing death, I just have a constant reminder with every breath I take.  I want to live the second half of my life better than the first.  And I want to leave behind a legacy of making it easier for others to do the same. 

THIS IS MY REQUEST FROM ANYONE READING THIS:  Consider the nature of spiritual empowerment and self-expression.  And tell me what you do, how you face it all.  I will be very respectful and grateful for your contribution.  I don’t care how religious or loony it may come off.  I may ask questions, but they are real questions, not taunts.  I may restate what I think you are saying, but I will quote you verbatim.  I will not alter your words.  I will do my best not to insult you.  If I do, I will be quick to apologize.  I am open to anything right now.  Please talk to me.

My eyes are set in my head so that I can never see my own face.  That part of my body that I use so much to communicate who I am, I rarely see.  So when pictures and videos allow me to see me from the outside, I am often surprised.  I judge harshly and am rarely pleased. 

Mirrors have been used for a long time.  Our self-awareness as a species makes it so vital to us to catch a glimpse of our own face.  Even there, the image is inverted.  It never perfectly reveals to us that intimate element of our being that everyone else can so casually inspect. 

So I depend on the secondary interpretation of their reaction to what they see when they truly look at me.  I hunger to know the mystery of who I am through their eyes.  What I see when I look at this most ancient of human mirrors, the eyes of those who care to look my way, is sometimes pleasing, satisfying, but most of the time it is disturbing and disappointing.

I did not choose this face or body.  Some hidden power in an intimate dance of chaos and order deposited me here.  The Creator God?  The Web of the Universe?  A genetic crap shoot?  I don’t know. 

I am tired of what I see in their eyes.  I understand the program to say that I am as powerless over my shortcomings as I am over alcohol.  Being able to connect and make good use of the eyes of other sufferers is where I found relief from alcohol. 

What do I say to apologize, not to God, but to those out there who do love him, who trust deeply in this Being of old.  I guess that the program teaches that it is easy enough to apologize, but it is the ability to make amends that truly helps.  In this context, is that possible? 

Let me say this.  I do not hate God.  I spoke from the pain in my heart, not the convictions of my life.  I am growing in my relationship to the Higher Power.  How many intimate relationships have you had that have not excited your passions, from the highs of ecstasy to the baptisms in absolute despair.  

I do not know what to say to you, my beloved sister, about all this.  I love you.  I am much less certain about the identity and manifestation of God, while being more certain of a very real presence that loves me in spite of my inability to know the right words to say. 

[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unknown_God]

In addition to the twelve main gods and the innumerable lesser deities, ancient Greeks worshiped a deity they called Agnostos Theos, that is: the Unknown god. In Athens, there was a temple specifically dedicated to that god and very often Athenians would swear “in the name of the Unknown god”  Apollodorus, Philostratus and Pausanias wrote about the Unknown god as well.  The Unknown god was not so much a specific deity, but a placeholder, for whatever god or gods actually existed but whose name and nature were not revealed to the Athenians or the Hellenized world at large.

There is a chapter written in the Big Book, Alcoholics Anonymous, called “We Agnostics.”  Why was it not entitled We Christians, We Jews, We Muslims, … We Believers.  No, from my perspective, and my understanding of the spiritual path offered in recovery, for me, there is only one concept of deity that has the hope of not pitting man against his brother or sister.  Agnostos Theos.  Gomu – God of my understanding.

So I turn to the Unknown God, walk the path where it is alright not to know the right answer, where moving forward and unfolding as a person makes me the right answer.  Perfection connected through flaws.

I would like very much to have something better to say than the previous entry.  I really have nothing to complain about, every reason to be thankful.  I am tired.  My apologies to the Higher Power.