In the 3rd year of Kings, a short time after the Sendrs had all but vanished, Gold had usurped the spiritual and the material governed most of the land.
On this particular day, a man of much wealth and riches, beckoned for his fancy chariot encrusted with rare and precious gems. A self-appointed king of all that he could see, he had decided to venture from his castle’s walls to show his young son how the poor folks in the countryside lived.
They trekked for a fortnight, passing the majestic waterfalls that separated the castle from the poor and downtrodden. They stopped at a farm belonging to a group of meager means. There they stayed for a few days so the young prince could immerse himself in the plight of the meek.
The journey back to the castle was quiet and reflective. Satisfied his son had a better understanding of his lot in life, the rich king asked, “How did you enjoy the trip, my boy?”
“Very good, father!” The boy replied.
“Did you see how unfortunate it is to be poor?”
“Yes, father. I did!”
“And what did you learn?”
The son eagerly went about answering, “I saw that while we have one dog, they have four. I saw that the pool in our castle is tiny, compared to their mighty river with no end. We have fancy lamps and lanterns while they have the limitless stars. Our courtyard is walled, while they have the entire horizon to gaze upon. We have a family and they have an entire village.”
The young lad continued on and on. When he finally finished his father was speechless. The boy wiped a tear from his eyes and hugged his father close. “I will always love you father… No matter how poor we are.”
-I am recovered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body (obsession and craving)
-To be recovered, we must continue to practice the spiritual principles of recovery
-There is hope
-I am either working on recovery or I am working on a relapse
-We do recover
-There is a solution
-I am no longer a victim to chaos and calamity
-We work to be healthy, happy and whole
-It is ok to be ok
-I chose life over death
I look to the sky and watch a You paint another perfect sunrise to another perfect day
I can’t see what the finished product will be but the colors are amazing
You create as I wish I could on my own
Let me be Your apprentice
Show me how to use a pallet as wonderful as Yours
Steady my hand
I will let You teach me
I invest myself in the process
The final product is Yours
A sober alcoholic sat in a bar without a thought of alcohol. A normie of substantial means approached, drinking a drink, casually and controlled.
“Drink with me, friend.” The normie asked, not wanting to drink alone.
“I will not,” The alcoholic replied without a thought. Drinking was always the same for this person- it starts out fun and ends in disaster.
The normie, not wanting to be deterred countered, “What if I were to give you a million dollars, would you drink with me then?”
The alcoholic thought about how nice it would be to have such a large sum of money. A sober person could work a lifetime and never make a million dollars. The prospect was very enticing.
“A million dollars? You have yourself a deal!” The sober alcoholic said full of excitement.
But the normie had other designs, “How about one dollar? Will you drink with me for one dollar?”
The sober alcoholic was disgusted and insulted all at the same time. “Excuse me? What type of person do you think I am that I would trade my sobriety for a single dollar?”
The normie shot back, “We already know what kind of person you are, now we are simply negotiating terms…”
What is the price of your sobriety? Are you willing to negotiate?
-We are humble servants doing what is asked of us
-I am responsible
-Faith without work is a wish that will never come
-We keep on keeping on
-I roll with the punches
-We standup for what we believe in
-To thy own self be true
-Reward is found in the process of doing
-We sink or swim
-If we aren’t living then we are dying
-I work it cause I am worth it
-We are in action
Some will say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. While this obviously speaks to the soundness of one’s thinking, it falls short of the particular insanity I suffered from.
My thinking was governed by an obsession based on a lie. I was completely unable to differentiate the true from the false. To me, my life seemed like the only normal one. I believed I was just like everyone else. I assumed we were all the same.
In the end, I had no delusions about what the results of my behavior would be. I knew the consequences if I repeated the same action. I knew I would end up in jail again. I knew I would lose my job, my house and my kids. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew I was slowly killing myself…and I did it anyway. Repeating the same behavior and expecting different results is illogical, it defies reason. Once reason was lost, my illness progressed.
True insanity is doing the same thing over and over, knowing what the exactly what the results will be, and doing it regardless.
I knew I shouldn’t.
I knew I couldn’t.
I knew what happened every single time.
And I did it again.
The sane will never understand.
Who feels it, knows it too.
The greatest bar to a life of acceptance and a relationship with a Higher Power is me. Free will is a gift that gives me a choice to work for self or work towards something Greater. When I have gratitude, no matter the situation or circumstance, I am strengthening my connection to a Force outside of self. I am grateful and trust that I am safe and protected at all times. Recognizing each day’s blessings without judgement, regret or remorse frees me from manufactured misery and realigns perspective. I become able to see a bigger picture. Slowly selfishness and self-centeredness subside. I am closer to a Higher Power. I am in acceptance. Life is no longer about me.