Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Miracle Of Alcoholism - Introduction

My childhood contains enough trauma and dysfunction to fill a month of Oprah Winfrey shows, that is when the show was still on the air.  From incest, pedophiles to drug and alcohol abuse.  Although I have never thought of myself as dysfunctional, I thought I came from a pretty normal family home structure that had its challenges.

We were poor, but unknowingly, I remember a good childhood, I was not particularly good in school, but I was smart. The seventies was a decade of sex, drugs and rock-n-roll, that is how I lived it, pretty much in that order, there was no moral compass, there was no second thoughts it seem liked the natural thing to do, women were promiscuous as much as men, everybody was having a good time.  I never thought that someday I would have second thoughts of this behavior in the future and if I did I doubt if I would have cared, as I look back now, I can't honestly say "If I knew then what I know now", would I be in this mess?  of course I would, lets not forget there is no luck, there is no choice, what we did was part of a very big plan thought out with an intelligence far greater than anything here on earth, ever in time.

What we go through, the experiences, trials, challenges, friends, lovers, relatives - all this this is meant to get us were we are today, we have always been right were we belong, right on time, without missing a beat.  Destiny, fate? hmmm, I still don't know.  I am what I am today, this is my realty, I am here where I am because that's were I need to be to grow into the human being I need to be right now.

Did it hurt, does it hurt right now, yes, am I am sorry, sometimes.It is what it is, after all that partying, during the seventies my mind started to clear a little, I was working, I was playing bands, I started to grow up, I started to realize realty, the realty my EGO created, I started to see the world through eye's conditioned by the world and my EGO, it was scary, I did not like it, I realized the world took itself very seriously, it had a lot of rules that seemed upside down, unfair and insane, there were people who were poor, because they could not make money, they could not get jobs, there were people who had jobs, they did not make money, at least not much, there were people who made more money because they did something that supposedly had more value, there were people made good money, because what they did had even more value, then there were people who made a shit load of money, because they could.

Who assigned the value to those who made more money, I was very confused by the time I was in my mid twenties about the world, I was losing my ideology, the magic was fading, it was no longer "sex, drugs and rock-n-roll", it was paycheck, bills, material wealth, the more you had the bigger, better and higher you were, I was not high anymore. I was this little guy, insignificant, a nobody, I wanted more, I was depressed, the world had changed, I was left behind.

I was not educated, I was not connected, I was not at the corporate top, I was not in politics, I had no power, I was a nobody - so I thought.  Welcome to the EGO's world!  I have failed, now I wanted money, power, a nice car, a nice home, a wife, kids, security, prestige, comfort, luxury, I wanted power and I wanted to be rich, but I spent most of my life getting sex, drugs and rock-n-roll, I did not know how to get this new stuff.  I was depressed, I drank, I did more drugs, I felt sorry for myself, I was depressed.

By the time I was 28, I was an assistant warehouse manager, I was married, I had a somewhat nice car, a pitiful apartment, a nice drum set and very disillusioned. The wife left, I lost the job, the car was repossessed,  I filed bankruptcy, I sold the drums for alcohol and drug money.

Then someone told me I was an alcoholic? A what? A alcoholic, I had a problem, I had a lot of problems, I was depressed, I was addicted to alcohol, it was chronic - FOREVER!, I could never drink again, holy shit!
How the fuck did this happen?  I was smokin, I was on fire, now all there is left is smoke, when someone said I had a big fuckin problem, that I was a fuck up, I had hurt my life, other people's life, I was fubar - "fucked up beyond all recognition", how did this happen, just a couple years ago it was - sex, drugs and rock-n-roll.
why did this happen to me?

I was told to go Alcoholics Anonymous, what? an alkie, a bum, skidrow, Maxwell street junkie!
your fuckin kiddin me.

So I went to a meeting, nice people, glad I am not one of them!, 12 steps, interesting, everybody should do them.  I don't belong here.

And so that was my first meeting, and there would be thousands of them to follow.  I tried to become an pro AA person, I tried getting my wife involved, no way was that gonna happen, she did not want anything to do with it, it horrified her, I tried to get my family involved, they made some feeble attempts, those attempts disappeared.  I was on my own.

I did not like being labeled, an alcoholic, an outcast, weak, pointed at, I was in a great deal of denial, I did not want to be a alcoholic, there was something deep inside that said this was impossible, I felt I was sentenced to die for the rest of my life, I resisted, I cried, I fought.

A doctor named Elizabeth Kubler Ross wrote a book about dying back in the seventies, that explained quite well what I went through when I was told I was a alcoholic.

The stages -
  • Denial - Obvious
  • Anger - why me?
  • Bargaining - there's gotta be a way out, I am different
  • Depression - self explanatory
  • Acceptance - NEVER!
 And so it goes, I have been in and out (as they say) in the program for 25 years, I have explored other programs, I have researched the disease of alcoholism on line till I was blue in the face, I have tried new treatment drugs, talked countless hours with counselors, psychiatrists psychologists,  sponsors, you name it.

I have been in so many treatment programs, 28 day's, 30 days, hospitals, detox's, salvation army, 12th step house, halfway house, three quarter house, transitional living, sober living communities - so many times I have lost count, so what is wrong with me?

To quote from how it works -

"Those who do not recover are people who cannot or will not completely give themselves to this simple program, usually men and women who are constitutionally incapable of being honest with themselves. There are such unfortunates. They are not at fault; they seem to have been born that way. They are naturally incapable of grasping and developing a manner of living which demands rigorous honesty. Their chances are less than average."

So is this me?
Am I not honest, how can I not be after all I have been through, all that I have lost, the pain, the despair, the suffering, how can anybody be not honest, how can anybody be of heart who after 25 years of the worst suffering imaginable on earth not be honest with themselves in this matter.

Maybe there is a flaw in the philosophy of AA, as beautifully as it is written,  only the Constitution of the United States has been better written than "how it works" of the AA literature, it is said that GOD speaks through man, ah but man has filters, we've seen what has happened to the bible, oops.

My personal belief is that much of the AA literature needs to be updated to the 21st century world as it is today (yuck!).

So where does this leave us, good question, there is a certain blindness that encapsulates the AA solution, there is assumptions that this is the only game in town, that within AA that "yours is not to question why, but yours is to do or die", yipes!

Any attempt to question the last statement, and you will be bombarded with accusations of denial, don't get this author wrong, AA is a great program, its success rate fluctuates greatly to be very low to somewhat moderate, there is a lot of failure, this is often seen as "He/she is not ready", has not "Bottomed out yet", needs more "research" etc.  Sad.

On a more positive note the people of AA are the most truly spiritual, helpful, loving, caring that I have ever met, I believe their integrity and sincerity is beyond question, what I am starting to realize is the biggest problem of all is the truth of us and this world.

The first question - What are you and who are you - Know thy self!

The second question - who created this world - We did, not GOD


The first answer - You/we are sons of the sonship of GOD - That's right were gods
The second answer - we (our EGO's) created this world without love, in defiance of GOD our father

The two questions and answers are referred to as the "fall of Man"

Chapter One - "If I am special then everybody is special"

2B continued...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

No Bodies Home - A Novel


The year is 1987, California is a beautiful place to be, the coastal cities are cool with great restaurants, night clubs, and at night you can touch the moon.

 It’s darn right magical, but all magic eventually comes to an end, I got into computers, weird, I used to put up the cross when I walked by one,  now I was a production technician on mainframes, I was well versed in metaphysical books by then having read probably 100-150 of them, I continued my interest in metaphysics by visiting stores and shops, looking for events to go to, even a palm reader or two (both fakes), I started to check the personal ads and found someone of interest, a girl who was interested in the weird stuff too, by then I was buying crystals and new age tapes, meditating.

She introduced me to some events that were of interest, special retreats, group readings.  I thought this was fun and just another past time that many other people found interesting, as time went by 1988, 1989, I advanced in my computer skills, had a few sexual encounters, the same job in 2 years, it kinda started when I received a call from brother, sounding a little loaded, we exchanged pleasantries and then something very dark and sad came over me and I started to cry while we were talking, since I was in the office I hid my emotions the best I could, my brother was unaware what I was going through, but I knew and said to my self this fuckers dying.

 At the time I didn’t know but I was headed back to Chicago.  About a month, sure as shit I was on Greyhound headed for Chicago, when I got there I moved in with my sister Cani Ann, that didn’t last too long because I got a job and found my own place.  I started school at night while I worked, I decided I needed a piece of paper to back up my new skills.

Things were going good, I graduated, I was working in Schaumburg and living in a nice apartment, my brother soon died, and I did not take this too well, he was very special  to me, I felt abandon in a way, my best advocate gone, the person who was on my side, no matter what.  I lost my job and apartment 2 years later, and started to have time filled with confusion and uncertainty, I felt scared, lost.

 When I finally found work something was missing, I was learning new technologies, but I no longer felt anchored.  I wondered about the monster, I first realized I was in a fight for my life with the monster back in 1984, I was aghast, first divorce, quiting my job, selling my drums, now this, it was too much.  I know the monster whom I call T.RX is part of my day to day struggles but there is something else?

 I have faced big challenges before but not with T.RX on my back, and still there something else going on.  My social life tanked after my divorce, it seems every potential I met would turn out to be a loser, I kept thinking, I keep meeting women who are me before the change, and I thought so this is Karma  huh, but I thought I changed, I am no-longer the trophy hunter, I am the new Michael.


When the year 1995 came I rekindled an old friendship from the 70′s, a musician who I regarded with respect and admiration, we soon became current buddies again and I even worked for him during the summer setting up his stages, it was fun work and after the summer of working you really were in great shape, the other thing was because he was still playing guitar in bands I started playing drums again, at first it was obvious that I was really rusty and would tire easily, but I got bettor, but then life happened, I had been working as a consultant making a good paycheck and saving money, when the contract ended, I decided to move to Phoenix, and it turned out like California, I struggled for the first few month’s but then got another consulting gig that lasted two years, those two years I lived well, had many good experiences and some bad, so I invited my Mom to live with me in 1996, it lasted awhile but not too long and we parted, then things got bad and I found myself homeless, then Mom got terminally sick and moved back to Chicago to die, she moved in with my sister Marge, I in the mean time was doing bettor, fighting T.RX, living in a commune type situation and was feeling good, then life took over and I got a call from Marge, she needed help with Mom, I got on a plane and the next thing I know I am back in Chicago.

After Mom’s death I got a job working downtown and a nice place in Oak Park, IL, still fighting T.RX, I was happy again, except for one thing, Mom was my last crusader, now I was really alone.    The year was 1999 after Mom’s death everything changed, I knew if I got into trouble no one was there to help me, my sisters were to caught up in their own lives.  And trouble found me, time after time, nothing too bad but T.RX was on a rampage, I tried many cures, followed advice from many people, did the right thing, did the wrong thing, prayed, meditated, read more metaphysical books, self help books, then I came upon a certain book called “A Course In Miracles”, this book was astounding, I have never read anything that made so much logical sense unfortunately I was too embattled with T.RX to give it the proper attention, deja vue would bring it back into my life later.  After more adventures I found myself back into my friend JP’s life again, I was playing again, working for JP again and even living with him, this started a new set of adventures that even got tricky at times, confusing, and T.RX was loving it.

This was a challenging time for me, JP was like a brother to me, but at times you would think he was my personal Satan, our lives together were very good and then very bad, the one thing that was very good, my drumming skills were surpassing the level when I quit 16 years ago, I was amazed, something I discovered when I was 16 years old was how I could learn through my subconscious, when JP and his band would practice I would watch TV or work on the computer, but what was happening was I was learning his songs, one day he asked me to practice with him and we went through all of his current songs he was playing with his band and I knew them bettor than his current band drummer, this not only surprised him, it surprised me, I thought how could this be, it was then that I think that under my own mind I knew something was up, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but somethings not right here.

The year was 2007, I got a new job programming again making OK money, but T.RX was still controlling a part of the story, I moved out of JP’s, never to return again, we had our fill of each other and things would never be the same, bye JP.  I started reading “A Course in Miracles” again and doing the lessons, this book was consuming me, I knew that it had the answers I was looking for, but like other things the answers were easy but hard, the ACIM reminded of a certain Organization I belonged to.  The book literally took me on a emotional roller coaster ride like I have never been on before.  I lost the book, I threw it away, I found it, I hated it, I loved it, I thought what is going on with me?, am I going crazy ?, that’s it I am loony, T.RX has won.  The year is 2009, I have so many ups and downs, I can’t tell bottom from top, I started working from home back in Oct, 2008, I got a nice place in Chicago next to an old friend and T.RX is hot for me! He wants me bad, my EGO wants me worse, I swear the two mother fuckers are working together, my EGO and T.RX , I am fucked, I am FUBAR, fuck up beyond all recognition, I go on a road trip to Arizona in March of 2009 to visit relatives and what an experience that turns out to be, I did get to see my cousins and Unc, but I soon realized I was related to another monster, she knows T.RX too, talk about meeting your spiritual challenges, so as the year approaches summer, I am back too my old homeless self, my destiny, I think, I hope not, I am still true to my friend ACIM, but now I am reading Metaphysical books again and surfing the net and finding stuff that is incredible – 2012.

2012 and everything I have read about it, associated, and somethings not associated with it, I also learn about the “Law of One” series, as I take and compute in my mind all this information, things start forming in my head, explanations, T.RX is not alone, something else is happening, I AM NOT GOING CRAZY!

Then it happened, I met K, wow I was blown away buy the circumstances, the odds, I have not seen this person since 1969, I have not talked intimately with a women in so many years I can’t even remember.  K changed my life, 180 degrees, 360 degrees, 720 degrees, 1440 degrees, GOD what are you doing to me!  Remember I am your friend, your son, your follower, a believer, a worshipper, a prayer, a meditator, I asked fucking Jesus Christ into my life, why are you fucking with me.  K has been my savior, friend, banker, lover, texting teacher.  Now as I go through life I notice other peoples behavior, newspaper articles, TV news, weather, catastrophes from around the world, for crist sake we have a Afro-American President, how can anybody tell me that something ain’t going on here that makes no sense to a three dimensional world.  I am now a total believer we are asleep, we are dreaming, this is not real.

Nothing Real can be threatened
Nothing Unreal exists
herein lies the peace of GOD

There will be those who are aware, there will those who are not.


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