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Endigar 236

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 29, 2009 by endigar

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

How many times have I been asked, “so what do you do?”  And the correct, expected answer is for me to describe my job, what I do for a living.  And my identity is carved from whatever quick and easy label was arroused by my response.  And to be truthful, I prefer a quick response, a professional distance to most people who come up and inquire, “knock, knock, who’s in there?”

But what happens when I ask myself that question, when I look in the mirror, and I am tempted to give the same answer.  So, what do I ache for?

The first thing that comes to mind is that I hunger to know truth with clarity.  I want to be able to rise high above it all, and say, “Wow, so that is what it is all about.”  I want to be able to bring it all together, the micro and macro universes, the internal and external pulse of life.  But, is that more of a method than the actual pursuit?

Rick, what do you ache for?  The truest answer is that I don’t know what I ache for right now.  I have been disconnected from me for so long, I just don’t know.   I want to change that.  I do not want to be spiritually lazy and just “throw up my hands,” as they say in We Agnostics. 

What do you ache for?

Endigar 235

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 29, 2009 by endigar

There is a poem written by Oriah Mountaindreamer called the Invitation.  Her site is [http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/].  My daughter had it up in her room.  I have it up in my kitchen now.  I have decided to take that poem as a challenge to take another kind of personal inventory. I don’t really know where this is going.  I am not sure why I am going here, except for the birthday dilema that my slave founds herself in, approaching an age milestone that causes you to review…everything.  So here I go:

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

 

My tarasha, happy birthday.  Or contemplative conception day.  Or, just know that the heart of your Master is with you, day.

Endigar 234

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 25, 2009 by endigar

I like the things I have roaming inside my head.  I don’t want you or anyone messing with my secret world.  I want you to help me find a way to make them live.  All of them.  Please don’t tell me to throw it all away and walk around empty-headed. 

Perspective.  I need to get perspective.  Let me look at the process I put myself through, the internal tasks I demand of my mind, heart, soul;

1.  THE SYNCHRONIZING DUMP.  When I was a teen, I read a Reader’s Digest blurb about the different ways people process information and thus interpret their environment, face life.  There were those who were creative and intuitive, doing whatever inspired them at the moment.  There were those who analyzed information by breaking it into smaller parts and looking in detail at each part.  The one I related to was the Synchronizer.  This is one who gathered all the parts and pieces of information he possible could, and then finds a unifying theme that seems to be present in all things.  As I live life, I am handed bits and pieces of information, and I tuck them away in various storage facilities in my brain.  As the days pass, I feel the burden of the clutter, and I absolutely must have a sabbath to dump all these gathered pieces and fix the puzzle until I have a revised, more perfect perspective of the whole picture. 

2. THE INSPIRED, INTUITIVE LEAD.  Once I have the picture, I am free from the clutter of these little parts.  And armed with the perfect picture, I turn it into a new vision.  I inspire myself, motivate me to move in union with the universe that I now have a better grasp of.  At this point, I become dependant on the empowerment of my emotions.  As the days wear on, I become an emotional wreck.  The futility of life makes my picture a burden rather than a rallying point.  The energy fades. 

3.  THE SIMPLIFYING PURGE.  I face the horror that I do not have enough life energy to make everything live, to fulfill all dreams, to realize all goals.  I just cannot do it.  I become stoic and cruel to myself.  Nothing is sacred.  The forces of tyranny march into the streets and began rounding up the hapless citizens of my hidden world.  My goal is to simplify my life, to gain as much focus as possible.  I begin quitting.  I withdraw.  I terminate projects and tell myself to grow up.  I hate the embarrassment of my impotence.  I desire militaristic effectiveness. 

4.  RITUALISTIC SCHEDULING.  When I am convinced that I have burned away the chaff, I consider my new-found focus and establish priorities.  I make plans.  I consider every angle.  I issue the orders to move forward. 

5.  SELF-AWARE BEAST.  I am devoted to the plan, and the schedule is making me look good to everyone.  Except me.  I lose me.   I am a beast of burden going through the motions and I look up at the stars and ask, what is the purpose?  What is this all about?  Who?  When?  Where? Why? and most importantly, So What?  As I trudge in and out of the days, I ask, I try to understand.  And I begin to pickup bits and pieces of information.  And I tuck it away.  Soon to be synchronized.

And the cycle continues.  It is all futility and the best answer I have ever come up with for this game is oblivion.  Chemically re-inforced oblivion.  The paradise moment of my first drink was the internal silence that washed over me. 

This was my fortress.  This was my prison.  The 3rd step prayer says “relieve me of the bondage of self.”  If I thought I was powerless over alcohol, I am infinitely more powerless over this self-tyrany and cyclic-futility. 

1.  I am powerless over …me?  And as a result my life has become unmanageable.

2. Came to believe that a power greater than OURSELVES could restore us to sanity.

3.  Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of GOMU (God of my understanding).

My time has run out.  I don’t want the day to end.  I want it to suddenly halt and let me catch up.  But I am going to try and just stop, relax, and connect with the Higher Power in meditative sleep.

Endigar 233 ~ Noteworthy

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 13, 2009 by endigar

I am quoting another recovery blog.   I discovered it because of her comment on Endigar 230.  I thought the recent entry entitled “Noteworthy” may provide a balance to my last entry, and so I quote it here.  I think it was published on 9/11 in her blogsite [http://sofreelygiven.wordpress.com/]. 

I often tap things into my iPod, during meetings, when I listen to speakers, etc.

For instance:

I had no idea until quite recently that the program of Alcoholics Anonymous was based on the biblical book of James.  Early AA’s would go into hospitals and present the book to suffering alcoholics.  Upon further research I have found that our fundamentals also come from 1 Corinthians 13 and also Emmet Fox’s work “The Sermon on the Mount”.  These were our ‘literature’ before our Big Book existed.

Fox’s secretary was the mother of a man who worked closely with Bill W.  It was partly because of this connection that early AA groups went to hear Fox and also why his writing subsequently became so popular in AA.

The following notes are from Father Meletios Webber’s “The 12 Steps of Transformation.”  Fr. Webber is an Eastern Orthodox Priest who is himself in recovery.  I paraphrase wildly:

Yes, but means no.  Everything I say after “but” negates what I said before.  “I love you, but you make me angry” means only “you make me angry.”

Spiritually speaking, the most valuable thing a person can do is admit their brokenness.  (Step One.)

We can tie God’s hands.  (To me, this means I can pray that God show me his will but I will get in his way regardless.  I put up the roadblocks.  Where is God?  Why isn’t he helping me?  But all the while I am playing God.)

Step 1-I Can’t       Step 2-You Can      Step 3-Please Do

Moral=Honest (Step 4)

There is only one prayer to begin–Thy will be done

*A favorite*  There are 3 criteria for talking:  That it be TRUE, That it be NECESSARY, and That it be KIND

When I have spoken unkindly, my heart was not in front of my mouth.

On the subject of ego:  The ego doesn’t actually exist. It’s just a collection of thoughts titled “Yes but what about me?”  “How the world has let me down.”

Heard in meetings:

Pride keeps me sick.

Am I important enough for this power to care about.  (Good for me to hear, as I suffer from low self-esteem.)

We fail forward.  (I use this often with my sponsees.)

I didn’t come to AA because I saw the light, I came because I felt the heat.  (not necessarily the law!)

Defenses of character (They are like our armor, aren’t they?)

I must turn over my knowledge of right and wrong to God.  (What a tall order!)

If someone tells me something I’ll forget it, if someone shows me something I’ll remember it, if someone involves me in something I’ll remember it.  (I have since learned that this is a Chinese proverb, and my experience shows this to be true.)

Fear is a dark room where negatives are developed.  (Heard on a Searcy W. speaker tape.)

I conditionalize my happiness.  This is because of my lack of acceptance.  (Not me!)

Jump into the lap of God.  (Yeah baby!)

Robbing people of their emotional sobriety.  (Causing them worry, etc.  I am an expert at this.)

The 12 steps are terms of surrender.  They smash my ego.  (But it rebuilds itself, that’s why I never stop working them.)

Humility=surrender

When I lay down at night and I go to sleep fairly fast I am doing well.  (Relative.)

If the quality of your life diminishes faster than you can lower your morals, you might be an alcoholic!

Giving rather than getting will become the guiding principle.  p.128  (I wrote this down because I can be such a GETTER!)

I do have a problem with the casual way the word surrender is used in the program and thus feel compelled for clarity’s sake to add my own qualifications.  I have served in the military for a while.  And there, the word surrender means that you have been captured by the enemy.  Your life is being preserved only for the benefit of someone that hates you, your home, and your way of life.  Any soldier will be looking for a way of escape from the captivity that such a surrender has brought them to.  “I am powerless over alcohol.”  I am acknowledging that I have been defeated by alcohol, and have surrendered to its power over me.   If surrender was the goal, then why resist the powerlessness of alcohol?  Why not make alcohol my Higher Power?  This sort of defeated non-consentual belly up surrender to an exploitive parasitical tyrant is not the kind of surrender I believe leads to recovery.

The kind of surrender I pursue in the program is to seek connections with a power greater than myself, that cares about me.  I am seeking intuitively inspired stewardship for my life.

Endigar 232 ~ Thirteen Reasons I Stayed

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 11, 2009 by endigar

There are thirteen reasons I stayed with the twelve step recovery program in spite of my fears and the pains harvested from a past devoted to and betrayed by churchianity. I list them here if you happen to be of like mind and are struggling with the prospect of being “beaten into a state of reasonableness.”

1. In true recovery, as I have seen it, there are no lectures or sermons to endure from some saintly elite or religious oligarchy.

FORWARD TO THE SECOND EDITION page xvi: “From the doctor (Silkworth), the broker (Bill W.) had learned the grave nature of alcoholism. Though he could not accept all the tenets of the Oxford Groups, he was convinced of the need for moral inventory, confession of personality defects, restitution to those harmed, helpfulness to others, and the necessity of belief in and dependence upon God. Prior to his journey to Akron, the broker had worked hard with many alcoholics on the theory that only an alcoholic could help an alcoholic, but he had succeeded only in keeping sober himself.”

THERE IS A SOLUTION pages 18-19: “…that he has no attitude of Holier Than Thou, nothing whatever except the sincere desire to be helpful; that there are no fees to pay, no axes to grind, no people to please, no lectures to be endured – these are the conditions we have found most effective. After such an approach many take up their beds and walk again.”

In these two references I see that Bill Wilson filtered and rejected some of the Oxford Tenets. It is my understanding that he spent those first six months of his sobriety preaching to alcoholics under the guidance of the Oxford Movement. As he went along he began to filter out the most exclusive elements of that movement and quit preaching. He just started sharing his experience, his understanding of the disease, and dropped the unnecessary baggage of religion.

And I can tell that the recovery rooms are more genuine and powerful when the preaching and lecturing is abandoned and all feel free to share the solution as they have lived it.

2. As I began studying the Big Book, I was impressed by the persistence of GOMU against the religious hi-jack. GOMU is an acronym for the “God of my understanding.” As I read the Big Book, I understand that this is a concept that was originally introduced to Bill Wilson by the man he regarded as his sponsor, Ebby Thatcher:

BILL’S STORY page 12 “Despite the living example of my friend there remained in me the vestiges of my old prejudice. The word God still aroused a certain antipathy. When the thought was expressed that there might be a God personal to me this feeling was intensified. I didn’t like the idea. I could go for such conceptions as Creative Intelligence, Universal Mind or Spirit of Nature but I resisted the thought of a Czar of the Heavens, however loving His sway might be. I have since talked with scores of men who felt the same way. My friend suggested what then seemed a novel idea. He said, Why don’t you choose your own conception of God? That statement hit me hard. It melted the icy intellectual mountain in whose shadow I had lived and shivered many years. I stood in the sunlight at last. It was only a matter of being willing to believe in a Power greater than myself. Nothing more was required of me to make my beginning.”

There is another quote from the founder of AA in Philadelphia that I believe is appropriate here:

THE VICIOUS CYCLE page 229 “Around the time our AA Big Book was being written, and it all became much simpler; we had a definite formula that some sixty of us agreed was the middle course for all alcoholics who wanted sobriety, and that formula has not been changed one iota down through the years. I don’t think the boys were completely convinced of my personality change, for they fought shy of including my story in the book, so my only contribution to their literary efforts was my firm conviction – since I was still a theological rebel – that the word God should be qualified with the phrase ‘as we understand Him’ – for that was the only way I could accept spirituality.”

It appears that the early history of AA is filled with the threat of a religious hijack. I am glad that these attempts have failed. The GOMU concept saved my life from a tragic alcoholic termination. And it gave the basis for my personal spiritual journey stripped of religious baggage.

3. The disease concept of alcoholism, once I embraced it, set me free from a lot of self judgment, and from the burden of judging others. The Big Book promotes the concept that alcoholism is a disease and this appears to be generally accepted by the medical community. This disease is the basis for the alcoholic and addicts powerlessness.

For me, the disease concept has replaced the old testament concept of sin. And according to the Big Book, the disease concept can be universally applied:

HOW IT WORKS page 66-67 “…We realized that the people who wronged us were perhaps spiritually sick. Though we did not like their symptoms and the way these disturbed us, they, like ourselves, were sick too. We asked God to help us show them the same tolerance, pity, and patience that we would cheerfully grant a sick friend. When a person offended we said to ourselves, ‘This is a sick man. How can I be helpful to him? God save me from being angry. Thy will be done.'”

4. The fact that the chapter in the Big Book entitled “To Wives” was written by Bill pretending to be the wife of an alcoholic rather than letting his own wife write it, the fact that Bill had to gain great geographic separation from his wife and home to truly launch AA, and the apparent fact that Bill never adopted his wife’s church as his own all say to me that the Higher Power used Bill Wilson’s underlying disdain for what he may have viewed as his wife’s moralistic co-dependant approach to protect the recovery process from agents of social control, from those moral vanguards that build a subtle tyranny because they know what is best for you. It says to me that this disease is contagious. It is transmitted to non-alcoholic / addicts and these people we infected will re-infect us, unless they also are treated. It is one of the most subtle form of sexually-transmitted disease. It travels through any tentacle of intimacy we have established in life. Alcoholics and addicts are usually in denial of their disease. And so are the people who are infected through co-dependency. 

As a qualification, understand that this section is my speculation.  I am still learning and do not want to create a new foundation for us/them thinking.  But there had to be a reason why Bill Wilson wrote deceptively, and it had to be more than just the bullshit answer he gave to Lois of  protecting the consistancy of the writing style.  Even Lois didn’t buy that one.

Bill was the author of the “To Wives” chapter. It is commonly thought that Lois wrote it. But, as PASS IT ON describes (page 200), Lois said, “Bill wrote it, and I was mad.” She added, “I wasn’t so much mad as hurt. I still don’t know why Bill wrote it. I’ve never really gotten into it – why he insisted upon writing it. I said to him, ‘Well, do you want me to write it?’ And he said no, he thought it should be in the same style as the rest of the book.”

[http://www.oakarbor.org/why_oakarbor/wilsons.html] “True to his mission in developing AA as a non-sectarian path to help alcoholics fight their disease, Bill Wilson never mentioned Swedenborg’s Writings as a source for his Twelve Steps. However, just as clear is the complete harmony between Swedenborg’s teachings on spiritual growth and development and the fundamental principles of the Twelve Steps. AA’s Twelve Steps make a wonderful outline of Swedenborg’s teachings on the process of repentance, reformation and regeneration.
“(Angels) picture wisdom as a magnificent and finely decorated palace. One climbs up to enter this palace by twelve steps. One can only arrive at the first step by means of the Lord’s power through joining with Him . . . As a person climbs these steps, he perceives that no one is wise from himself but from the Lord…The twelve steps into the palace of wisdom signify love in union with faith and faith in union with love.” Emanuel Swedenborg, Divine Providence, Paragraph 36.
The Burnham family were active members of the New Church, which is a Christian denomination based on the theological writings of Emanuel Swedenborg .
Her marriage to Bill W. began to degrade due to a combination of miscarriages and his drinking problem. Lois began to work on efforts for families of alcoholics after Bill had gone through rehabilitation and founded AA. These efforts led to the founding of Al-Anon.”

This hidden knowledge in the Big Book is another reason why I need the fellowship, why I need the re-enforced protective ritual of this process. Because the disease will pull me back toward those who will re-infect me.

5. The lamentations of some in the religious community that the earlier expression of AA had better results prior to the official adoption of the twelve steps demonstrates to me that there is a continuing desire to transform the unfettered spirituality found in recovery to a more “appropriate” Bible based ministry. The thieves test the doors and windows of a home they know possesses treasure.

The progressive growth of AA now includes hi-bottom alcoholics and addicts, a mixture of people far more pluralistic than the middle-aged white professional men of the 30’s and 40’s, and it includes numbers the early members never dreamed of. The early AA members where hand picked from the most desperate of cases. The early members had a 0% success rate with hi-bottoms.

I have stayed to bask in and preserve the spiritual freedom of this program.

6. I have seen people who are non-religious or who are of different religious groups experience the spiritual awakening, regain their lives, and transform. If the Higher Power was so very concerned about doctrinal integrity, why is It so democratic in Its sharing of the power to overcome the dominance of the disease? All that is required is a willingness to believe that there is something out there more powerful than ourselves, that gives a damn about us, and we pray for the knowledge of Its will for us.

I stayed because the simplicity of that spiritual pursuit is more easily maintained in the recovery rooms.

7. I have seen the power and freedom of vampiristic altruism. When I was a churchian, I helped others because I wanted to demonstrate that I was a better person. I wanted to demonstrate that I had a better way of living. And in a not so subtle way, my outstretched hand became a patronizing pity for those I sought to help.

But when I freely admit that I help others to save my own ass, to stay alive, I am embracing and utilizing the good selfishness in me. I have nothing to give anyone if I do not believe that I am worth saving. If I then understand that the success of your personal mythology strengthens the power of mine, then we are both exalted in the process.

I need your help. I need to help you. You need my help. You need to help others. This becomes the driving hunger, the feasting upon one another’s needs that empowers us through our connections.

This form of altruism is very liberating. And I haven’t seen it promoted outside these rooms. So I stayed in the rooms, with the rest of my vampire non-saints.

It is a selfish program, and I like that.

8. There is still some mystery to be farmed here, but I will say what I believe and you make your own decisions. Apparently, according to the Big Book, the concept of desperately needing a spiritual experience came from Dr. Jung. Dr. Jung knew that organized religion would not accomplish the task needed to save the hopeless alcoholic. But he had seen isolated cases of the psychic change, a situation produced by the spiritual experience. What really happened to Rolland Hazard? What really happened to Ebby Thatcher, Bill Wilson’s non-AA sponsor? I, like Bill W., am forever grateful to Ebby for giving Gomu to the recovery process . But he wasn’t listed as one of the co-founders of AA, probably because of his problems with chronic relapse.

I am staying because there is so much more to learn than the protective platitudes that decorate the recovery rooms.

9. It is my understanding that when a martial artist is preparing to put his fist through a board, he focuses at a point on the other side of it, not the board itself. If he looks just to strike the board, he will only get hurt. But if his energy is focused at the other side, the board becomes incidental, and splinters as his fist passes through to the desired point.

The real goal of recovery is individual and group empowerment. Sobriety is only a tool toward that end. I stay for the empowerment. And this causes me to enjoy my sobriety.

10. I have learned through the recovery process that Powerlessness is a human condition that my past Christian teaching would term “The Mystery of Sin.” It is a human condition that is not the violation of a set of rules, but the inability to express the Word of my own Creation, and thus the inability to unfold the best version of ourselves.

I have stayed because the paradox of powerlessness is preserved in recovery. I am only able to find that empowerment to become the best version of me when I acknowledge my powerlessness. And I will recognize that the fortresses I have built in my isolated life have become my greatest prisons. These impenetrable walls fade when I recognize my own powerlessness.

I need help in seeing past the illusion of isolated empowerment. In isolation I can build potential. But that potential will remain unfulfilled if I am alone.

“Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains by itself alone, but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”

I answer my powerlessness by recognizing that I am not alone, and must not stay alone.

11. I have stayed because recovery abandons the typical us/them mentality of religion. No one is better than the other. The program is very inclusive in the height of its effectiveness. In my past religious experience, I felt that I needed to be very us and them in my own personal life to maintain doctrinal integrity. Maybe this is probably just a matter of personal perspective.

WE AGNOSTICS, page 46: “Much to our relief, we discovered we did not need to consider another‘s conception of God. Our own conception, however inadequate, was sufficient to make the approach and to effect a contact with Him. As soon as we admitted the possible existence of a Creative Intelligence, a Spirit of the Universe underlying the totality of things, we began to be possessed of a new sense of power and direction, provided we took other simple steps. We found that God does not make too hard terms with those who seek Him. To us, the Realm of Spirit is broad, roomy, all inclusive; never exclusive or forbidding to those who earnestly seek. It is open, we believe, to all men.”

I used to listen to those who pound the pulpit tell any who would listen that the path of salvation is very narrow, that its sojourners were constantly at risk of contamination, and holiness meant separation, not connection. It was a life to be endured, not lived.

I stayed to see the magic that unfolds when the pulpit vanishes.

12. I stayed because we do not apologize for this way of living. We have ceased fighting anything or anyone. We rely on attraction rather than promotion. No apologetics, no theological turf wars, no evangelistic drives for financial empowerment. I stayed because I can relax and say “let the Higher Power’s connective will, not our isolating will, be done.” That is truly a light yoke to take on.

13. I stayed because the program avoids the trap of human arrogance found in doctrines of infallibility. There are no commands, only suggestions and proposals. The program is not offered as the only way. The group conscience values your experiences with the problem and the solution, and filters out those lost in lectures with tolerate disregard. We take on only what is useful, so that we may become useful.

Endigar 231

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 2, 2009 by endigar

I finished my 4th and 5th steps this weekend.  I also accomplished the 6th and 7th steps.  Now to the amends list for 8 and 9, to face my regretments. 

The stranglehold that my fears had on me, particularly with the military, have been amazingly removed and replaced with a resolute serenity to reconnect in the way I finish my service to this country.  Is this for real?  Or have I just hyped myself up somehow?  I don’t think so.  This does not feel like the manic-depressive roller coaster ride.  I could be wrong, but I don’t think so.  Something is doing for me what I could not do for myself. 

I must invest this relief in the lives of others, or it will vanish from my own.  I know this.  I am grateful today.

By the way, on Sunday, I dropped off that resentment marble I spoke of in the previous entry.

Endigar 230

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 14, 2009 by endigar

I am at the very end of my 4th step now.  I have 14 primary events that I submit to the Big Book analysis.  All of this is supposed to help me define the ideals of my sexuality that I will live by in the future.  And it is to those ideals that I seek the help of my Higher Power to remain true.  I like this particular process.  And I am seeing an interesting pattern imerge.  I have done a lot of withdrawing from relationships and situations in my life.

Last night, as I was working away in solitude, I sensed the presence of someone in the room with me.  I assumed it was my father.  But I got up and checked and he had gone to bed.  On three separate occasions I saw movement in the reflection of the mirror, with my peripheral vision.  But my direct gaze could not catch it.  I asked if it was Mom.  There was no response, nothing.  I don’t think it was her.  The being appeared taller.  As I continued to work, there was something on the bed with me, its movements looked like a dark ripple across the blanket.  So I stopped working.  I had been running review over the marital relationship and it was a bit painful.  I welcomed the break.  and the visitor.

I laid back and asked this being to communicate with me, if it desired.  Nothing happened.  I sought the intuitive guidance of my Higher Power, and got that I needed to lie down and meditate myself to sleep.  I did so.  I awoke with a missing marble in the bed with me.  This is the story of the marble.

At the Hut, they have started the practice of handing out marbles.  If you have a resentment that you know you need to deal with, you pick up a marble.  Resentments are the number one killer of alcoholics and addicts.  Once you have dealt with it, return the marble.  This is done at the end of the meeting after the sobriety / clean chips are handed out.  I generally do not participate.   It all seems too frivolous to me.

But one evening, a particular individual had been on a judgmental – moralistic tirade that really tests my devotion to the program, for it causes me to fear a religious hijack of this magical journey.  A female was bringing back her marble and when she tossed it in, she missed the edge and it bounced out onto the floor.  It slowly rolled up to me, and stopped at my feet.  I picked it up, and looked at everyone, and they looked at me…”I think I’ll keep it.”  Everyone laughed because they knew it was so appropriate. 

I thought that I would be able to bring back this large marble after the 4th step is complete.  But it had disappeared the last week or so.  I know, I could have laid in the bed with my pants on and it rolled out of my pocket and into some corner of the bed, until some gyration of dreamtime gymnastics caused it to roll out to me last night.  But the timing of the event is as important to me as the event itself.  Not an accident.

I am speculating that the large visitor was angelic, the one I called Ichabod, from a particular dream a few months back. 

I don’t really know what all this means, I just know that something happened.  I have some speculations, but that is all they are.  This morning after getting up, I retraced the positions that it would have been in, to see what it saw.  I can see that it would entered the room and moved until it could get a full vision of me on the bed.  But it did not stay still.  It was moving enough to catch my attention.  And finally, the place where it would have come to the bed, would put it directly across from my face.  And I felt as if I was to pay attention.

I can only believe that whatever I was supposed to hear was planted in my subconscious.  I get that from a place in an old testament psalm that I memorized for comfort many, many years ago:

Psalm 127 – Unless the Lord build the house, they labor in vain who build it.  Unless the Lord keep the city, the watchman wakes in vain.  It is vain for you to rise up early, to take rest late, to eat the bread of anxious toil, for the Lord gives blessings to his beloved in sleep.

Here comes another verse.  “Unless a grain of wheat fall into the ground and dies, it remains by itself, alone.  But if it dies, it bears much fruit.”

Come unto me all who labor and are weary, my yoke, my collar is easy to wear – because it amplifies who you were created to be.   It does not squash it.  It is not a yoke, it is not a collar that requires you to quit being you.  In fact it demands that you be the truest version of yourself possible.

I apologize.  I don’t know where all that came from.  I will take my marble and return to work.

I am working on item 12 of 14.

Endigar 229

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 2, 2009 by endigar

I believe in the power of numbers and that mathematical understanding is an attempt to look at the skeletal structure of the universe.  If you get something out of these numbers, good.  It is raw information pouring into me and I am very excited about it.  No time for in-depth explanations. 

Three step 10 books

4 (number of stability and certainty) / 5 (number of balanced connection with the Universe) = book one of the tenth.

6 (the number of human society) / 7 (the number of the completing power of the Universe, some say the Higher Power or God) = book two of the tenth

8 (2 cubed – covenant builder empowered) / 9 (3 squared – mythology empowered) = book three of the tenth

Endigar 228

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 2, 2009 by endigar
12:22 AM – 94.4%
12:35 AM – 95.8 %
12:47 AM – 97.2%
12:59 AM – 98.6%
1:08 AM – 100%

I AM FINISHED WITH THE DAMNED RESENTMENTS!  HOLY CRAP! 

I already have my fears list, just have to write it out.  And a more thorough revisit to my sexual sanity inventory.  And I will be done with this thing. 

Three mathmatical formula came to me as I was working these resentments:

1 = 12 = 1 ][ This formula shows that the realization that powerlessness is the problem and that empowerment from helping other alcoholics and addicts is the answer.

2 + 3 squared = 11 ][ Steps 2 and 3 are the gateway to the lifelong process in step 11 and is the true source of power.

4/5 + 6/7 + 8/9 = 10 ][ Steps 4 – 9 are the work horse of the program and they are consolidated and perfected in step 10.

Endigar 227

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 1, 2009 by endigar
8:20 PM – 77.5%
9:07 PM – 78.9%
10:02 PM – 80.3%
10:15 PM – 81.7%
10:28 PM – 83.1%
10:43 PM – 84.5%
10:56 PM – 85.9%
11:05 PM – 87.3%
11:15 PM – 88.7%
11:25 PM – 90.1%
11:45 PM – 91.5%
11:58 PM – 93%
 
I enter Sunday with only 7% left of the 4th column of my resentments.