Walking with the Enemy: Forgive Your Enemy

I was trying to recall what year Litlle Timmy's mom and I started talking. I'm estimating 2011, judging from this memory. Mary Jo Robinson got me started in MADD by sharing how she forgave the man who killed Mark (her son). She told the man, "I love you and forgive you for killing Mark." I never thought I would hear such words from a mother, but it led to my first speech for MADD in January of 91.

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I tried for years to make what amends I could to Sherri, Little Timmy's mom but never heard back from her...until one fine day MADD called me and said that 'the mother' wanted to talk to me. I thought, "What kind of a statement is that? I'm in MADD and know MANY mothers. They had to tell me three times before I got it.

Eventually, Timmy's mom said she loves me and forgives me for killing Little Timmy, and was grateful to know I'm keeping his memory alive for a good reason. Hearing a mom say "I love you and forgive you for killing my son' twice reminds me of getting hit by lightning, like, 'what's the odds of that?'

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Both Mary Jo and Sherri are Catholic, which led me to say in speeches that no one does forgiveness like a Catholic (but some Buddhists come close). BTW, I'm not Catholic, so I'm not trying to herd people to religion. It's a credit where credit's due.

Almost every lesson from my life is borrowed wisdom. The wisdom borrowed from Mary Jo and Sherri was hard-earned in their lives, but they LIVED their faith rather than just give forgiveness lip-service.

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Forgiveness, like grief, runs deeper than the offense that required its presence. Without an offense, the world would not know forgiveness. In today's world, who among us is NOT called to forgiveness? How many of us can say YES to forgiveness? Forgiveness is a form of love. “Love your enemies.’

I was my own enemy for years, but in time and after a whole lot of work (Led Zeppelin, a whole lotta love?), I forgave myself and learned the deeper value of what it means to 'forgive your enemies.'


Phoenix 490: Making Marks on Hearts

Yes, being a Christian and practicing what Christ taught and LIVED is usually difficult, I'm sorry to say, probably for most of us. Forgiveness does more good than one might think. Sorry to go Biblical on yo' ass, but it is written, 'Don't let the sun goes down on your wrath,' and if you're angry, 'sin not.' In recovery circles, it is frequently said, "Resentments are the #1 Offender" and lead more people back to the bottle than any other single thing.

For me, simply stated because most truths are simple, "God is Love." In short, if it ain't about Love, it ain't about God.

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As a speaker and compassionate Public Healer, I've helped our speaking teams struggle to help carry the grief of HUNDREDS of victims over the last 29 in MADD, Minnesotan's for Safe Driving, and other organizations.

Support is Appreciated

Support is Appreciated

Our struggle is no easy road to traverse. For the first eight years of speaking, my grief almost killed me on countless occasions. Eventually, I forgave myself which is not to say what I did was "OK," 'sanitizing' or 'justifying' it or something pathetic like that. Those who struggle with forgiveness might believe such is the case, but I forgive them, too, for they know not what the F they are doing.

Don’t let the world silence you!

Don’t let the world silence you!

One of the hardest things I ever did in my life was not killing myself over the grief. Love & forgiveness healed me enough to understand truths beyond description. God loved and healed me despite my f-ups. We Love for we were first Loved.

Love may seem Far Away, but it’s everywhere.

Love may seem Far Away, but it’s everywhere.

We all know this stuff, but so few of us are willing to go to any lengths for our Creator. Phoenix (rising from the proverbial ashes) and 490 (Christ said to forgive forgiving 70x7) are making a difference. Phoenix 490 will makes its' mark on hearts.

Solitary Confinement

Occasionally I read an article about solitary confinement. Today is one of those days. When I read such articles, the following memory is but one of several that comes to mind.

I rather liked solitary confinement in some ways. Still, one day after a long time in ‘Seg,’ the quiet quietly enveloped me until I suddenly realized that my face was lying on a table in front of a group of staff members who called me out of solitary. They (whatever ‘they’ were called, I no longer remember) wanted to see if solitary confinement was punishment enough for my disobedience, I guess.

I vaguely remember that they asked me some question or other, but I didn't answer in any classical fashion. I 'answered' (laid my head on the table), resting my face on the cold wood. The room became quiet, which ironically caught my attention.

I lifted my head, looked at them, and saw their shocked faces, eyes transfixed on me. I had a vague understanding, a dim and distant memory, that said social presence means something (pause) that we are not 'supposed' to lay our faces on tables while someone's talking to us. I then sat erect, but still didn't say anything.

Yeah, solitary confinement is weird. It has its benefits. We delve deep inside of our nature, and as Nietzsche said, how we stare into the abyss. I never really thought of the void being a group experience before.

In my book, I wrote about solitary confinement in my youth, how alone I felt when feeling grief, and seeing cars drive on the freeway. I knew a soul, a person, was in those moving cans, but felt so sad they couldn’t sense that there are souls in a different can suffering from loneliness. I was under a severe amount of mental stress, maybe suffering from mental illness, but I felt the dark side was attacking me. It was horrible. But prayer and a loving voice freed me from several days of sleeplessness and impending suicide. The voice said after I asked if there was a God or not and asking for help if there is a God, “Rest, my child.” I was not alone, AND the mental illness (attack) went away forever. I slept like a baby and awoke refreshed and full of love and gratitude. In God’s Economy, even solitary isn’t wasted. There’s no prison wall, so think that God can’t get through it.

OK, here’s a random prison memory. The Associate Warden called me and my cellie into his office. He was upset because we both claimed religious freedom for not working on Sundays (the Sabbath). When we explained that God told us not to work on Sundays, he slammed his fist on the desk, and with a raised voice, said, “In this prison, I’M God!” My cellie and I looked at each other with a grin, looked at the Associate Warden, and one of us said, “No, you’re not.”

A year or two later, I guess God died of a heart attack. While I didn’t wish anything so bad happen to him, I still saw the irony.

OK, there’s a prison memory or two for you to ponder. Just remember that Social Distancing has its benefits if used right.

In Recovery, Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing. Which is More Important? Winning or Rules?

If it doesn’t kill us, it only makes us stronger?

If it doesn’t kill us, it only makes us stronger?

Sobriety is my first rule for living. My and all life is itself sacred and has rules; whether we like or dislike the laws of life is irrelevant. The rules of life do not discriminate for or against courage or cowardice. It does not favor the bold or the timid, nor smiles on the beautiful eye of the beholder. There is a divine intelligence ensconced and operative within the nature of everybody and everything. In God’s Economy, nothing is wasted. It's not possible to depart from the path that divine intelligence treads, even when we forget the rules or choose to ignore their presence.

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TRUST is the first rule or light that allows us to either sense, feel, or see the illuminated path before us. For me, the highest three-legged standard for ‘winning’ is that I TRUST God, clean house, (AKA, getting out of my way), and help others. As a person engaged in a collective recovery from alcoholism, the rules of sobriety bring about a win/win mindset, wherein we embrace a daily reprieve contingent upon the maintenance of a spiritual condition. That is, we follow a few simple rules that bring about maximum benefits for everyone concerned. Staying sober is best for my spiritual health, emotional and mental health, physical fitness, remaining free and being employable, and is useful in all my relationships.

Turning my will and life over to the care of God is to have unconditional trust. I understand God loves me unconditionally; this rule helped me stay sober for nearly 30 years. Another rule I’ve followed is attending 12-Step meetings to help the still suffering alcoholic. Helping others helps me stay sober. That’s one of the critical standards of sobriety.

Many years ago, at home, my ex-wife stood on the top stair looking down at me while I stood at the front door, ready to leave for a 12-Step meeting. She sought to force an ultimatum or solution. She said I had to choose between her and the 12-Step program.

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My response?

I said I believed I could have both. I stated that my attending meetings helped our marriage and made me a better human being and husband. I explained that if I lost my sobriety, I would lose my marriage anyway, so I said I needed to continue going to meetings. I also said if she didn’t think I could have both, then that’s a decision she would have to make. I told her that I loved her and that I was going to the meeting. Later she told me that it was the most painful moment of her entire life. I think if I would’ve relapsed, her pain would’ve expanded exponentially. She never had to the misfortune of knowing me when I was a practicing alcoholic. Had she ever experienced the old me, she would’ve probably kicked me out the front door and told me to get to the meeting now or else!

My marriage did come to an end, but I didn’t have to drink over the divorce. I discovered a set of rules upon which I could rely. I walked through my life as if it were is a complete stream of miracles and nothing less, for better or for worse (yes, she divorced me, and not vice-versa).

Remember when Einstein said that either 'everything' is a miracle or nothing is a miracle? I choose everything. The 12-Step 'rules' reflected in shared values, beliefs, convictions, align with our personal standards; but first and foremost, 'principles' and 'rules' rise above personalities.

Politics, religion, and myriad forms of separation are measured as “outside issues” in the 12-step system. Every day of our lives that we live following these rules, we also acquire the intuitive freedom to question our rules. Rules are meant to be broken.  The number one rule of all is the freedom of choice embodied within the acceptance of unconditional love.

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We quit fighting everything and everybody. That’s a real win-win. Take what you like and leave the rest. As I’m sure you’ve heard, ‘Do you wanna be happy, or do you wanna be right?’ Serenity, Courage, and Wisdom are Gifts from God.

Taking Power Back from Powerlessness

Welcome to the world of the Disenchanted that allows the lowest of the low to understand the highest of the high (The Most High). Like a Voice from the bottom of a tomb, Powerlessness ushers in Resurrection Consciousness., not in memory of death (let the dead bury the dead) but the consciousness of Life. Memory of the cage, remembering where we came from, is valuable only in the Now lest we not Rest.

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Tough Love

I always experience at least a titch nervousness when I hear or read the words, "Tough Love." I brace myself to endure cruel discourses on why it's OK to be mean to people who are sick. Maybe if people looked at Tough Love as the 'Last Words' they say before passing, things might lighten up a bit. Consider the Second Epistle to Timothy in the New Testament of the Christian Bible. The letter has been traditionally attributed to Paul the Apostle, the last one written in Rome before his death. His Last Words if you will. Therein it is written, "And the Lord's servant must not be quarrelsome but must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful." To me, this is one good definition of Tough Love.

Last week I gave a speech on this subject. I decided to do this speech because I heard a fellow human being, for the umpteenth time, say that someone else was 'wallowing in self-pity.' Her words continued to echo in my mind for a few days, which I took as a Higher Message that I was supposed to address it. The same 'titch of nervousness' arose within me at defining 'wallowing' and was akin to how I feel when discerning self-righteous accolades known as 'Tough Love.' I usually keep my thoughts to myself but find it benefits my beliefs, allows them to evolve when I challenge myself to be 'out loud' about disturbing topics. Truth without compassion is cruelty, and in that light, In the speech I gave last week, I spoke about a man who sponsored another man in a 12 Step program aimed at sobriety from alcoholism. The sponsor said he received a phone call from his Sponsee who was either in jail or a psychiatric ward of the hospital due to his drinking and depression. The sponsor described how he became angry at this young man and told him to quit calling him because the young man never does what he asked him to do and never listens anyway. The Sponsor city hung up on him at that point.

I think the sponsor allowed his heart to wax cold or indignant, perhaps at the young person not making progress as he thought development should be exemplified. I find it ironic that the Sponsor suffered from obesity, and I wondered how the sponsor would feel if his doctor came into the room at the hospital after his having had a heart attack and refuse to treat him because he told him to quit eating hamburgers. 'He never listens' and never does what he says anyway, so that justifies the doctor walking out of the room and turning his back on the patient? That's not going to happen, right? Likewise, when anyone anywhere reaches out there hand for help, I believe it is incumbent upon us to reach out our hand and help the person who asked for it. Jesus would've called the sponsor a "hypocrite!"

I suspect we are all hypocrites in some area/s of our lives, and who are we to say that our hypocrisy is better than someone else's hypocrisy? I suspect wallowing in self-pity is no different than wallowing in self-condescension. For me to judge either side of the equation is a mistake, because it's really up to God to heal the person, not me. God meets us where we are at. We don't get ready to meet God, we meet God to get ready. God's timing must be honored.

One thing to remember is, in God's economy, nothing is wasted. God is the Doctor, we just are Orderlies at best. But for the grace of God there go I. Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don't say it mean. Never get into a pissing contest with a skunk. Quit walking with the enemy. Keep your eye single to the glory of God. I continue.

Healing Hugs

Happy Full Moon, everyone!

Just a few thoughts I'd like to offer you as I prepare for tonight's speech. I sense that when we don't forgive a thing, whether our own shortcomings or someone else's, something never feels 'quite right' with the world. The reason being is because we never feel 'quite right' with ourselves when we have unresolved forgiveness, AKA Unresolved Grief.

The world itself never feels quite right until we resolve this gift of pain. I could offer you a warm embrace to help you experience what forgiveness and healing feel like, but I'll have to hug you with my words instead.

Maybe someday you will get that hug, perhaps not, but one hug you can ALWAYS get is the one you give to yourself.

In speeches, I often mention The More Loving One, a poem by W.H. Auden, and how it shifted my consciousness. In silence and prayerful circumspection, I ask you to consider its' import:

  • Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
    That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
    But on earth indifference is the least
    We have to dread from man or beast.

    How should we like it were stars to burn
    With a passion for us we could not return?
    If equal affection cannot be,
    Let the more loving one be me.

    Admirer as I think I am
    Of stars that do not give a damn,
    I cannot, now I see them, say
    I missed one terribly all day.

    Were all stars to disappear or die,
    I should learn to look at an empty sky
    And feel its total dark sublime,
    Though this might take me a little time.

Listen carefully and feel this truth. If you give love to others, even if you are single, alone in a prison cell, or being hurt by hurting people, you will always have love in your life.

Forgiveness is, first and foremost, an expression of love born from and delivered to you. But for most of us, we love for we were first loved.

One More 'Bad Word' on the News and I'll End It. What I Used to Be Like.

I could write an entire book on this matter, but I’ll just scratch the surface and deliver the following:

LOOKING BACK, I remember being at a point in life where 'one more bad word' could almost kill me. Like many people, I was aware that the news does the, “If it bleeds, it leads” thing, so that was just a tolerable illness of mass media and I tried to shrug it off. But when I was grief-stricken, life on life’s terms became nearly untenable, emotionally. I got so sick of watching the news, but the sick feeling was drawing to a head.

I vividly recall sitting with adolescents at my work in Hazelden Center for Youth & Families (HCYF) in Plymouth, Minnesota. It was during my Dark Night of the Soul. As we watched an unremarkable, typical news report, I was inwardly capitulating. Someone’s painful events were reported, and, I just wanted to check-out of this fucking place we call earth.

The news I heard was so sad, but doubly so because of my Trial by Fire raging through my essence; it was killing me to see how humans can treat each other. It reminds me of early recovery, where for the first time in a long time, I had to feel EVERYTHING, and I didn’t have a drink or a drug to hide behind. Indeed, The Dark Night was enveloping my entirety. I felt like I didn’t belong here, like, this is NO place for me. I begged God to kill me because I knew I couldn’t kill myself. I doubt I’m not alone with this feeling. I wondered why sensitive souls were still here. How is it that we survive and why?

Segue: Do you remember the saying, “Some men are too gentle to live among wolves?” Maybe it was a book, I no longer recall, but I distinctly remember seeing those words on a MADD Quilt. If you have never seen a ‘MADD Quilt’ it’s an array of Squares or Panels. Victims create a quilt memorializing their collective loved ones. That is, they are all woven together and displayed as one quilt and displayed at events. Many Panels I remember clearly, as they are so impactful. It’s like visiting a cemetery, except it’s where people can afford to have pictures, quotes, poetry and have personal artifacts sewn together in memorial. Tombstones are expensive.

In MADD one particular woman, a wife, lost her husband to a drunk driver, and on her quilt’s dedication, his photo was sewn on with those words attending about his being ‘too gentle to live among wolves.’ That Panel always stayed within my heart’s memory.

I apologize now if you’ve already heard my story about the Dark Night, but I felt it’s time to unpack some of the lessons that came from it and how/why I survived it. Depending on where I’m speaking, I address these reasons, but rarely in any real detail.

Back to HCYF. My Dark Night of the Soul lasted 3 1/2 years. I assure you in no uncertain terms, I didn’t want to ‘be here’ anymore. The first 2 1/2 years of the Dark Night, I wanted to die every day, ALL day. The last year was a lot better. I only wanted to die a few times a day.

Again, how is it that I or we survive these difficult days and nights…and WHY? Why even try? Because life forces a journey of ultimate CHOICE and the lessons earned therefrom. That seems a contradiction, yes, but truth without paradox doesn’t strip our souls down to the bare metal.

OK, let’s talk BARE METAL, AKA, the Reasons I Didn’t Kill Myself. Why? Because it might give insight as to why others struggling might find purpose:

Reason #1 was Step 3. On August 19th, 1990 at 3:30 a.m., I turned my will and my life over to God. That means that “my life’ didn’t belong to ‘me’ anymore. It still doesn’t belong to me anymore. To be clear, I couldn’t steal my life from God.

Reason #2. If I gave up, I couldn’t be here to help others who were struggling with what I was struggling with.

One of the lessons: Never let pain be your master. Pain can be a cruel taskmaster, one that mistakes love for the problem rather than the solution. We either serve pain, or it serves us. Teachers come in many forms, they arrive at any time and intrude upon our dimensional awareness until it’s evolved within us a true surrender. Until we get the Message from the lesson, we’re doomed to repeat the lesson.

Plants grow toward the sunlight, but if the light streams through a small window perpendicular to the plant, don't be surprised if it grows toward the light. Taken from the basement window, I bring the plants of life from their respective basements, set them in a natural setting, and protect them until they grow upward and look like the rest of us who were lucky enough to not be imprisoned in a basement somewhere. We forget who we are when we get distracted.

The Recovery Party

A political activist friend of mine, Randy Anderson, talked about “The Recovery Party” on Facebook. While it was more of a social-marketing thing for those in recovery to get behind opioid addiction issues, restore voting for ex-felons, and to create unity on these and other topics, I see potential in it like a real party. Why not? There’s a Green Party, right?

THE RECOVERY PARTY. A Party that puts principles above personalities. A Party where people don't get distracted by 'outside issues (RACE, GENDER, RELIGION OR NO RELIGION, ORIENTATION, PROPERTY AND PRESTIGE MATTER…ALL MATTER NOT ONE IOTA)'.

A Party Platform that reads, "Everyone has a Voice."

A Party where the only requirement for Membership is a desire to love one another, a Party that sees the good as the starting point of change, rather than mud-slinging.

If you believe in these ideals and practical realities, YOU got MY vote! I would even quit voting for not voting over the creation of this Party!

Legal Forgiveness

By law in Minnesota, patients in many treatment centers are just that, "Patients." They are legally deemed, "Vulnerable Adults" and understandably so. But what occurs to me is WHY what people DO when they are "Vulnerable Adults", that is, what they did 'under the influence" of what made them 'Vulnerable" is not set aside legally once they get well?

Do my thoughts make sense, or am I missing something obvious? Legalizing meaningful forgiveness based on being 'offense free' for let's say, ten years?

Yeah, let's do that.

I’m heading to the State Capitol today for a meeting on Redemption Day issues, voting and Automatic Expungement being discussed.

In the photograph, I was getting ready to speak with Prison Staff at MCF-Redwing about Restorative Justice. I’m glad some people allow change and know it’s real.

THE Multidisciplinary Union of Polarities in Recovery, The Minority Opinion, and the Essence of ‘A WE Program’.

This article I am writing in response to a woman who wrote about how A.A. is of questionable value to her and women generally. She tenders that A.A. is a men’s club. So, I’m taking her general contention and counterbalancing it. I am not saying she was or is wrong or right because, indeed, she’s not.  Everyone's perspective is valuable to me. I might not agree with someone, but I will stand up and fight for their right to say it.

For me, it’s important to remember that we, to stay sober, quit fighting everything and everybody.  I am typical of the Minority Opinion, and here follows no exception.

I got sober in August 1990. It took me about 19-years of self-induced torture (13 ½ years of jails and prison and more years of resentments) to finally acquire total abstinence from my DOC (Drug Of Choice) alcohol to the auspices of A.A.

Yes, I attended and still attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. When I first sobered up, I didn’t merely do the suggested ‘90 meetings in 90 days’, but instead, I attended 1 to 3 meetings a day for 18 months.  I decided I needed to take this path rather than treatment, probably because I was too arrogant to follow directions.  In A.A., it’s all about free will, making our own decisions, and taking our power back after being honest about powerlessness. I didn’t have a Sponsor, though I tried to have one, my history made my “Temporary Sponsors” very uncomfortable with me, AKA, Judgmental.  I used to be racist, which was their most challenging hurdle with me. 

But the Fellowship at large was NOT judgmental. I loved that they were not Patriarchal, Matriarchal, minimally Genderist (there were a plethora of Women’s meetings and a few Men’s meetings), or Racist. Sure, you’re wondering why a racist liked a non-racist environment?  It was a relief to let my guard down. A.A. was the only place I had ever been that exactly allowed EVERYONE to be who they are.  That was why it was welcomed by me.  Sure, it took some years to heal from racism, but I did, ODAAT (One Day At A Time). 

Back to my roots in A.A.:  They didn’t care about what religion or lack thereof I held.  They were not exclusive to politics left or right, never cared if I was straight or gay, and they didn’t even care if I was an Ex-con.   They also were not out for my body or money.  I was indigent, and no one was asking me for sexual favors, directly or indirectly, not that I could tell.  My focus on recovery was so strong, I probably wouldn’t have noticed if they were. I sometimes think it takes a sick mind to notice a sick mind.

I didn’t work the steps in any classical sense. It took me about eight years to get honest OUT LOUD about my worst acts which is what happens in a ‘5th Step.’  No one could or wanted to MAKE ME do anything.  On my first day in a meeting, I heard a few things that settled my soul:  1) “Take what you like and leave the rest.”  2)  The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking.”  3)  That the critical purpose for A.A. was to help the “still suffering Alcoholic.”  Most importantly, I wasn’t “required” to enumerate my character defects and nor forced to work on eliminating them. Instead, I heard that there is ‘One who has all power, that One is God’, which to me, translated into GOD eliminating my character defects.  I didn’t buy into the idea that escapism, an oversized ego, and lack of humility were the principal causes of any conscious desire to numb thoughts and feelings with alcohol.  The Big Book reads that we ‘were not drinking to escape,’ and indeed, this was true for me.  If I was drinking to escape, then it meant I was drinking to escape into hell. 

Fortunately, in A.A., there is zero status quo.  While sometimes it was mentioned that any given person was not going to stay sober because they were not working the Steps, there was no requirement to ‘work’ the Steps.  There is no one to blame in A.A., so 'taking recovery seriously' was always deemed an ‘inside job’ of willingness to go to any lengths.  To me, ‘any lengths’ meant being adaptable, 100%. I wasn’t surprised by anything in A.A. Nor was I overly fearful; as a result of my ability for adaptation, I was metaphorically Born Free from my willingness to go to any lengths.

Adaptation is not usually an attribute fueling an Alcoholic’s life, at least not in terms of cooperation.  Participation and ‘life on life’s terms’ in and out of A.A. is useful, as we ‘practice these principles in all of our affairs.’  There are many paths to recovery, and A.A. is not the only effective way to stop drinking; however, willingness is indispensable.  No brainwashing exists to believe that refuting or even questioning A.A. is proof of or somehow demonstrates one is “in denial.”  I was always free to question any of the principles espoused in the A.A. program. One of the things I like best about A.A. is that questioning authority was acceptable.

Being in the minority opinion and not being discriminated against over it is built into the healthy functioning of Alcoholics Anonymous (see the Concepts and Traditions).

The truth is, A.A. became the foundation of global recovery because it is available with everyone in mind. Alcohol doesn't discriminate, nor does A.A. It’s a framework created by Spiritual Guidance in the 1930s through but not “by” upper-middle-class white Protestant males to help people like themselves (hopeless low-bottom drunks who lost everything to drinking) to overcome addiction. Its founders believed the root of alcoholism was not just alcohol itself. The real problem was a ‘thinking problem,’ and that drinking was just a symptom thereof — alcohols’ effect on thinking further contaminated the thinking problem, so abstinence was considered a necessity.  A mammoth ego resulting from an entitled sense of unquestioned authority probably could be best described as someone having an unparalleled inferiority complex. The saying is that one is ‘an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.’

A.A. was a miracle for those who, until then, had nowhere to turn for help. It was radical in that it was free, and an ethos of service fueled it. ‘If you wanna keep it, you gotta give it away.’ The inculcation of the atheist’s influence was responsible for the language in the Third Step of Alcoholics Anonymous. Founders voted and decided that the 3rd Step would give preference and precedents to the idea that a person could have a God of their understanding. The Big Book “Chapter to the Agnostic” is, in my opinion, the most spiritual chapter in the entire Big Book.

Sure, it is arguable that A.A. grew out of a fundamentalist Christian organization, the Oxford Group. As a result, it is undergirded by the same belief system that asserts Eve grew from Adam’s rib. But that would be a dismal and prejudicial judgment to immerse oneself in this sort of negativity. In fact, it even sounds like a victim mentality ripe with resentment to even ’go there.’ Taking apart the creation story is not relevant, any more than it’s pertinent to say that Satan was a male. We must hang up the blamethrower mentality entirely and remember that it is a fellowship of equals and nothing less. Resentment is the number one offender and leads more people back to the bottle than any other single problem.

The values baked into its Steps, Traditions, and Concepts continue to shape the way the organization works in an evolutionary sense in that it is continuously reviewed and voted upon as to its application.  For historical purposes, the Big Book has kept its cultural language intact, and it does often reflect “Him” concerning God and humans generally being “he.”  The Big Book is undoubtedly not the only existing tome to do this.  I don’t perceive God has a male or female form by necessity, yet I don’t have a problem with seeing creation as being an extension of God as I understand God. Being made in God’s image is a concept that doesn’t bother me, but I also don’t care if anyone else believes in that are not. 

A.A. is not a patriarchal or matriarchal society, and in my opinion, having a men’s group or a women’s group is an outside issue that I believe falls under the “Live and Let Live’ slogan. Any ‘echoes’ of the ways men and women are expected to blame themselves and are encouraged to follow instructions and fall into line in a Patriarchal or Matriarchal society is a victim mentality that will slowly work its way out of the A.A. program as society evolves.

Participants are NOT expected to accept the tenets of A.A. without question.  There is a common refrain that the program “works if you work it, and it sucks if you don’t,” but what that means to any given one person is entirely in their own hands. In other words, one is always free to ask questions, and any failure is not anyone’s fault. The 12 Steps include things like 'admitting powerlessness' as the means to getting one’s power back, turning one’s will over to the care of God as one understands God (even if it’s just GOD ‘Good Orderly Direction’) is encouraged. Writing down and cataloging one’s defects of character and saying them out loud to a trusted person to eliminate self-recrimination and grow along spiritual lines, asking God to remove those defects and making direct amends for any wrongdoing except when to do so would injure them or others.

This Program, which was and is designed to break down a sense of entitlement, and made sense to the original members: It reminded them that they were not God and encouraged them to humble themselves, to admit their weaknesses, to shut up and listen. Perhaps these were much-needed messages when it came to the Program’s original intended audience and still holds true today. (Keep in mind, A.A. came about approximately ten years after women’s suffrage, at the height of the eugenics movement and 30 years before the dismantling of Jim Crow, but let’s also bear in mind that where there is a human, there will also be strengths and weaknesses. Racism, genderism, political favoritism, abuse of religion, etc.  have been and always will be present as long as there are human beings.  But for every act of cruelty, there is an act of peace, Love, and forgiveness to counterbalance it.)  Speaking strictly for myself, I believe that God is Love, and Love is the only thing that doesn’t have an opposite. Unfortunately, there’s a lot of money to be made in pandering to victim mentalities of a wide variety, but I hope we can all rise above this temptation.

But today’s women (nor women of any era) have needed to be broken down or told to be quiet, (in or out of A.A.).  Such things again are and “outside issue.” Everyone has a right to their Voice, and where someone does not have a Voice, there will I go speaking or writing. Some people chronically worry that any given program that tells us & them to renounce power that we have never had poses the threat of making us sicker.  I’ll go back to the idea that it takes a sick mind to notice a sick mind. It takes a healed mind to heal a mind. Hurt people hurt people and healed people heal people. Let’s have the kind of spiritual awareness that notices the good in ourselves and others. This is the grand starting point of every movement for healing.

I came into the awareness that I was an alcoholic. Submitting to ‘rules’ of A.A. (or any other organization) was not what I needed or desired.  You’ve probably heard the saying, “You can always tell an alcoholic, you just can’t tell him much!” 

The reason I liked A.A. is that they weren’t imposing rules upon me. Instead, I studied a combination of disciplines existing to augment recovery. As I studied the Big Book, I recognized the echoes of many Greek philosophers and world philosophers and even some of the concepts of Buddhism therein. I didn’t see the Big Book as merely an endless dialogue in churchianity’s diatribe. Instead, I focused on developing God-Esteem and Self-Esteem in balance. I used my free agency and conscience as an ever-present energizing agent for evolution. I learned to exercise constant compassion to be "The More Loving One." I utilized self-nurturing and reclamation of the agency I’d given up through the medium of alcoholism and continued to enjoy being happy and free as I trudged the chosen road of happy destiny.

To be sure, A.A. works for many people, and has innumerable lives. I don’t want to see it dismantled or disparaged or to discourage anyone from trying it out — I want more people to recognize A.A. doesn’t pretend it’s everyone’s answer to alcoholism. I think “evidence-based therapies” are today’s fad and will be tomorrow’s learning experience. There are many other evidence-based options available now — from medically assisted treatments (I have worked in several treatment settings to help people through the years) to cognitive behavioral therapy to the emerging use of psychedelics, including psilocybin. I sometimes wonder if Bill Wilson’s use of LSD impacted his spiritual connection to God as he understood God.

The real point is that we are willing to grow along spiritual lines, and not having a box to think outside of is genuinely liberating. In God’s Economy, nothing is wasted.  All roads lead from and to my Higher Power as I understand my Higher Power.

The antidote to my drinking problem was learning it was safe to trust myself through my reliance and relationship with a Higher Power. I thereby developed a sense of ‘confidence without conceit.’ I learned to 'auto-reject' my victim-mentality- ‘humility’ (that so many of us have been conditioned to embrace).

I also turned a critical but not cynical eye on the society that helps keep us sick in the first place.  Sure, it's illegal to drive impaired, but bars have parking lots. But does that matter? What do societies' ills have to do with our freedom to be happy, joyous, and free? No one has a right to be an obstacle to a fellow human being getting well, notwithstanding any philosophical discrepancies. Another way of saying this is,” I am more than my mug shot.”

So, as I draw close to my summation, I will say that the antidote to my drinking problem looked nothing like racism, genderism, politics, and religion.  Every “ISM” is a toxic resentment. Let's decapitalize 'ISM'S' and avoid the 'isms' like the plague.  ‘Ism’s” have, in my perception, acquired NO foothold in terms of who can or cannot find help with alcoholism in or out of A.A.

No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we can always use what happened to us to help others.  Burn it into the consciousness of every human being that we can get well regardless of anyone or anything. A.A. is a We Program, ‘We’ being you, me, and God.

symptomofwe

when I write a new poem, I proudly present it like a newborn baby. most of the time later, after rereading it and knowing no one liked it, I wondered ‘what was i thinking?” but truth be told, if we don’t be ourselves, no one will have a chance to like the real us, anyway? being liked for who i’m not? yeah, I’ll pass on that.

here’s my newborn baby, the reason of the heart, my symptomofwe:

symptomofwe

you can feel me now

because I’m in love with your love;

our big swirling black clouds demystifies

dissipates bragging.

i’m not fooled by pretty, expressive, faces,

because i really love them,

for expression is everything.

inside-out

turning like most people

turning

turn

inside-out

i want to be respected,

loved,

to transform spirits to shine so brightly, that

there’s no tomorrow or yesterday worth knowing.

when I write

i feel alone

less alone and then

together.

you know what it means when

no matter what it reads like, we

always write with all our singular heart.

this is how you bring the best rest out of me,

the best from you,

into the best called we.

there’s a difference in writing poems

at

people;

but writing

to

someone is everybody’s business.

i’ve always been an emotional overachiever,

unable to yield to this world in con-plicated tones, for

swimming in this river of love requires drowning in writing,

and

reincorporealizing into non-words of solid-ish substances,

extemporizing experiences;

so, in poetry, we die and are

bornbothatonce

drawing our sacredbreath

of

nonjealousy

in

symptomofwe

Treasonous Love

Someone recently wrote that the penalty for treason is death and that if we don’t like it, change it and to quit whining about that writer’s desire to have an unnamed U.S. Representative hanged by the neck until dead. He said we have to do what’s good for America and kill this person and that the laws of the land support his POV.

'Love and forgiveness' is good for America, isn’t it? Legal lynchings, controlled hatred, is what extremists do to justify reprehensible behavior. I get the IDEA of changing a law because I disagree with it, but death can't be reversed after we've grown a conscience. Treason is a big word for little offenses when seen over time. Some people are saying Trump is Treasonous. Some said the same for Obama, Clinton, and whoever else they didn't like, HISTORICALLY here and abroad. People that win wars (political or religious) get to write the history books.

I understand that we are all doing the best we can to make our world safe, but safe for who? Love your enemies, turn the other cheek, if they ask for your shirt, give them your coat, too. Can, or do any of us do these things? I try but fall short. Such a puzzle for me.

Some say Make America Great Again, others say Make God Great Again. Some say nationalism and religion are the bastions for weak and fear-laden minds. Love God with all your heart, mind, and strength, and love others as yourself.

Every law and prophet hangs upon this truth, for God is Love.

My difficulty is simple: if I love someone, I will admittedly defend them in the heat of the moment (like a child being attacked by a dog), and I see no need to 'turn the other cheek' to a pit bull chewing on my leg (God forbid). How is a pit bulls and an Extremists any different on from another? Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Let the dead bury the dead. 'Live and let live' and 'die and let die' and equals. For me, I am not smart enough to know what to do. God help us all.

sircuss of gone

Thinking outside of the casket
"we’ve always done things this way."
blending with the blame,
because I’m insane.

will you wash your hands at the thought of shaking mine?
in the curved mirror of desperate desire, we taxied,
born from the storm
of lies and minds hearing only what they don’t like & believe;
hearing the pounding deconstruction of intangible bridges(?)

remembering darkness, satin clouds
seeping alone cleaning slates, invisible going.
thunder thinks it knows what rolls

mixed up

Oasis of Soundlessness

pretty smiles hiding behind beautiful moments of sadtitude,
mistaking pain for beauty,
the raw power of attitude
so tired i don’t sleep
or weep
can you help me remember who i am?
my life, my time


gone


now, here so gone, so far gone is unkindness from me
so cold to not even complain
you are
not
me
i saw a not guilty quilt, a poem sewn thereon, a wife musing her missing husband,
SAYING
SOME MEN ARE TOO GENTLE TO LIVE AMONG WOLVES

but wolves have purpose
like capitalizations in poetry
and capitol cities feeding on fearing starvation
feeding hunger

i still feel you here hungers

another year
fading
clear of
me
dreaming about everything
'as if'
it’s all about me

i