Daily Reprieve

THE CONNER CREED

Come with me if you want to live

{Step One}

Listen and Understand

That Terminator, our Disease, is out there

It can’t be bargained with

It can’t be reasoned with

It doesn’t feel pity

Or remorse

Or fear

And it absolutely will not stop … ever!

Until you are dead

Come with me if you want to live

{Step Two}

It was suddenly so clear

The Terminator, the HP, would never stop, it would never leave him.

And it would never hurt him

It would never shout at him

Or get drunk and hit him

Or say it was too busy to spend time with him

It would always be there.

And it would die to protect him.

This thing, this machine, this recovery process, was the only one of all the would-be fathers that came and went over the years

that measured up

In an insane world

It was the sanest choice.

Come with me if you want to live

{Step Three}

Our destiny was never to stop judgment day;

It was merely to survive it together

The Terminator, this God of my Understanding, knew, he tried to tell us,

but I didn’t want to hear.

Maybe the future has been written, I don’t know.

All I know is what the Terminator, GOMU, taught me;

Never Stop Fighting

And I never will … the battle has just begun

{Step Four and Beyond}

THERE IS NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MAKE

My daughter sent me this wonderful gift.  It is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRXt9sXg-aw&feature=channel_page

I wish that I could gain the ability to breath from it, that it would possess that magic for me.

Ritual.  It seems that the power of ritual protects us.  And my experience shows that we protect that which protects us.  I was taught ritual in the act of brushing my teeth.  I wanted to keep strong healthy teeth that would allow me to eat.  But as I grew into adolescence, I discovered that dental health was necessary to an appearance and mouth odor that allowed me to connect with my peers.  And as I became an adult, it started my day, and defined the fact that I was pushing myself forward, out there, and it was time for the show to begin.

I think I have discovered that my most devastating fears and guilt are derived from violating my own personal rituals, that flow out of my own personal mythology.  It is not a violation of some external written code that shames me.  It is the loss of faith in my own personal ritual.  Then I have that sense of impending doom.  

The military has had me do many things that are beyond my perceived capabilities.  I learned to do certain things to adequately face these fears of falling short.  I go through a ritual of indulgence leading up to the event.  Then, on the cusp of time to perform, I get very serious, and I shave.  I pack or prepare something that I am going to wear or carry.  I do this in a place away from my most intimate dwellings.  I put my gear in the center of the living room, and distance myself from it after I have put it in a quick-carry order.  It has worked in the past…to a degree. 

Powerlessness is a human condition, because it is the wrapped up in our self-awareness.  It is a flaw within our perfection that prompts spiritual evolution.  Death is the ultimate expression of this powerlessness, this disconnection from life and social energy, the rejection of our application for godhood, the insignificance of a lifetime devoted to…rituals.  My youthful appearance that I have spent a lifetime cultivating and advancing, will fade.  A caricature of who I am will replace me.  And then I will simply … disappear from this place of my primary investment. 

Humans, me included, are driven to answer the inevitability of death with various pursuits of empowerment.  The process of this 12 step recovery program  contains protective rituals that we promote and protect, to counter our own form of living death. 

I am going to take a PT test that, in all likelihood, I am going to fail.  My respiration, my bane since infancy, is working against me.  My left side hurts.  My left kidney area hurts.  Saliva leaks out of the left corner of my mouth.  Knee joints in pain most of the time.  I will have to invite new and more intense rituals to resist the inevitable.

There is some slimmer of hope that if I can ignore my limitations and embrace the pain, I will make it.  But I have never achieved that level of self-abandonment.

Last night,  I was thinking about when I first began having problems making my PT run for the Army, now the Reserves.  I remembered my last really good run was back in Augsburg, Germany.  Then it hit me, that is when my former wife and I lost our baby Josiah.   Then I remembered that was when I first got a computer, and discovered free online porn.  I was obsessed and overwhelmed.  My wife caught me, and I was so very ashamed.  It was inconsistent with what I believed, and she had her own baggage so she really lost it.  The only way I could keep things together was to grovel.  We went to the church minister and he could relate because something similar had happened with him.  This would be a common revelation as I would seek to regain some purity of heart.  Male ministers hurting and hiding and having to go through some sort of hurdle to keep their marriages from suffering, to prove they are still devoted. 

My former wife and I had make up sex and she got pregnant from that one shot.  I felt like I had been forgiven and that we were going to be strengthened as a couple.  About that same time my unit was being moved to central Germany and the base in Augsburg was shutting down.  I was apart of the team staying behind to complete that process.  We were left without much support.  An American liaison and German doctors who did not speak English.

My Christian buddy was visiting me and began having panic attacks taking care of my kids during this time.  He was obsessively selfish and broken.  But he tried I guess.

The long and short of it, a mysterious bacteria invaded my wife’s womb, and her body began rejecting the pregnancy.  The doctors began shooting her up with meds to prevent labor, to no avail.  They sewed her shut, but ended up having to remove the stitching lest she rip open with the pressure.  That process nearly killed her.  I was in the room and saw my little Josiah laid to the side, and I thought I saw his little body breathing.  I told him that I loved him, that his Papa loved him.  And he was gone. 

I could not bury him without paying a very high German tax, and they would not preserve his little body to take home.  He was to be cremated and we would could not even keep the ashes.  We had a ceremony with one of the hospital’s Lutheran ministers.  And the nursing staff did some beautiful things for us, pictures of the ceremony, a poem, a shoebox filled with the quiet celebration of the short life, the few breaths of my little Josiah. 

How could I not resent a god who had punished my child for my sins.  How could I trust him to give a damn about the other two beautiful babies I had brought up to believe in him.  My faith unravelled as my wife’s seemed to strengthen.  She said she felt the loving embrace of god comforting her through this all.  I guess the pain and near-death experience helped purge her.  This would be the beginning of the end of our marriage.  The beginning of walking two separate paths.  My Christian friend downplayed our pain, my pain and began going on about his pursuit of some woman.  This was the end of our friendship.  Is this some kind of ultimate cruelty?  The military was no help.  They had left us behind, because they had bigger things to think about, more important than my little family and our puny struggles.  I suddenly realized I could trust no one.  I determined to get my family back stateside and hide away.  And the next time my wife’s baggage manifested and cast judgment upon me, I did not stand for it.  As a result she turned to the the church who inflamed her PTSD and they joined to perform a witch hunt on me.  We went through exerocisistic counselling.  The ministers finally concluded that you cannot drive you out of you.

Josiah paid a price to set his Father free from religion.  His death set off a chaos storm in my life that has resulted in finding a faith again.  And it is stripped of all the religious muck and mire I endured for so long and is now filled with childlike magic.  It was the god of religion that was cremated in Augsburg, my son took him to hell were he belongs, and left me free to live again.  The parasitic relationships have fallen away.  My former wife and I are good friends now and she would probably tell this story differently.  And I am ok with that.  That is her path, and it is no less valuable than my own.  My two children survived it all, and even thrive in the new environment of spiritual freedom.  And I now live a life I have only enjoyed in fantasy, for I have my own consentual slave.  I do not hate my sexuality, but embrace it and all of its magnificent expressions.  I am no longer limited by the Judeo-Christian-Capatilistic business contracts that pass for modern marriage.  I have captured a unicorn.  And it has captured Me.

Josiah was a messenger from this Higher Power I now walk with and desire to understand better.  And his Papa still loves him. 

As you can imagine, there are a few resentments I have had to add because of this pain resurfacing.  But maybe this will free me to run again, and to proudly finish serving the country I dearly love.  I am supposed to take a record PT test on the 15th. 

I can trust this HP, and can understand Its use of order and chaos to build and promote individual personal mythology.  I am ok now; so thanks for listening…or reading, whoever you are out there.

So, I added four resentments from this story and have completed the first three columns on them.  My completion ratio on the fourth column now falls to 28.8% and it is 5:20am.  And I am grateful for one more day, because it is miraculous that I did not drink last night.

It is 10:45pm and I am at 30.6%.  Something is happening here, something magical.  I am understanding some things about me, sure…but.  I don’t know how to describe it.  I feel the reality of my Higher Power more.  I am drawn to this Being.  I will not kid you, every time I look at one of these resentments, feel it again, it makes me sick inside.  I fight giving into self-loathing.  Or anger and distrust.  Yet I can sense that I am not alone in this process.  I need that.  The meeting was good tonight.  And I am connecting again.  I have had a withdrawal reaction as the 4th step began.  Not so tonight.  Hope is growing in me.

It is 12:30 am and I am now 22.6% complete on the fourth column.

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It is now 2:15am and I am up to 24.2% complete.  Fifteen resentments toward myself.  There has never been anyone I have hated more than me.  Moving on to that One that comes in as a close second.

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It is 9pm and I moved on to 25.8% complete.

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9:37pm and 27.4%.

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10:12pm and 29%.

This blog is now a few days over a year old.  And I continue with my 4th step:  19%.

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It is 10:30 pm and I am up to 21%.

Well, I am restarting my 4th step.  I am now at 11.2% complete on the fourth column.

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It is now 4:13pm and I am at 12.9%.

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It is now 4:35pm and I am at 14.5%.

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It is now 5pm and I am at 16%

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It is now 5:21pm and I am at 17.7%.  I am going to take a break.

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My first 4th step / moral inventory was much easier than this one.  This one is proving to be particularly painful.  I had not really expected that.  I think I conducted the express version the first time around.  I attempted to hand off a computer print out to my sponsor, to see if I was going in the right direction, and to see if would could discuss it in piece-mill.  He rejected it en todo.  Pen to paper, not computer print outs.  Inwardly I balked, and even made comments that he must believe there is some kind of magic to putting it on paper and handwriting it.  He seemed to agree, and that it keeps us from trying to find that easier, softer way.

I completed the first column, listing what I am resentful at on a word document.  Then I loaded that list into a spreadsheet and number coded my specific items.  The second column is populated by a brief explanation as to the cause of my resent.  I entered the numbers that corresponded with my listing in the second column of the spreadsheet.  Then I letter coded the seven areas the BB lists as “Affects my;” A. sex relations, B. self-esteem (fear), C. security, D. personal relationship, E. pride (my need for), F. ambitions, G. pocket book.  So column 3 would be populated with codes such as 1=A,C,E,F or 19=A-G.  All this was inspired from the guidance on page 65 in the BB.

On page 67, the list is evaluated without the thought of the fault of others.  I am only looking at me.  The fourth column is what I call the four sin analysis.  “Where had I been selfish, dishonest, self-seeking,  and frightened?”  On my spreadsheet I actually listed out these four topics of self-analysis and would put the item number in one, none, some, or all of these four.  I stayed up until around 4am completing this process.  Today I am working on putting pen to paper based off of this captured information.  I have a total of 62 resentments, and I have written out 3.  I guess that puts me at a 4.8% completion rate on resentments.  Numbers seem to calm me.

I guess I can just keep posting this ratio until I am finally finished.  I feel like crap.  Sponsor has advised me to make meetings while doing this.  Make many, share, connect.  I tried last night, didn’t feel like really talking to anyone.  But I wanted to.  Just couldn’t.  I am tired.

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It is an hour later, 3:30pm.  Another resentment to paper.  6.5%.  I am at this awful place of not wanting.  I do not want to be intoxicated, and yet I do not want to be sober.  I hurt.  I’m tired.  I need a meeting.

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4:00pm and another resentment is on paper.  8%.

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4:30pm – 9.6% – I have got to take a break.  For my own encouragement, and for your clarification, I have %100 completition on the first 3 columns.  The 9.6% is for the fourth and final column.  I am going to cook up some Tilapia and, by the way, Happy Easter Fertility Day, Christian Ressurection Day, Jewish Passover, and for me, Zerucave’ Erection day.

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I hope to close up the 4th step on the 4th day of the 4th month.  I have included a diagram that came to me about the steps.  It is my personal beliefe that prime numbers represent the skeletal structure of the universe, and I have been working to discover a formula to identify them.  I believe that they somehow represent the god entity, the Higher Power.  Just a note, I see the number 1 as a super prime, the birthing of all other primes.  The rules of arithmetic do not acknowledge it as prime.  In my gut, I know that 1 and 0 are extremely important.  And that 1 is a super prime.  Prime numbers reveal the presence of the HP and that is why we have not nailed down a formula to identify primes.  I have circled all prime numbers in the process.

In geometry, if one side is A and another is B, then the resulting corner is A/B.  I have noticed a continium in the step process that goes like this:  Steps 1 – 4/5 – 10.  Steps 2 – 6/7 -11.  Steps 3 – 8/9 – 12.  So I ran these figures as if the were expressing  three different corners. 

The geometrical monster below is the result of these speculations.  I must now return to the 4th step, for it is empowerment that I seek.