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The purpose of this site is to help anyone in active addiction find their path to recovery, to give information on creation, help the suffering, and whatever else I decide.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Don't be mean; don't be a baby
We have atheist coming to this blog, let's try to treat them like Jesus would.
I know sometimes it is hard not to lump them all in a group, because I have been to atheist threads. These threads have been very malicious to people like me. VERY MALICIOUS. In fact, the offense that was taken on my facebook page doesn't even compare. But these are mean people who do that to people. We have been treated maliciously by certain atheist for many years, that does not mean that we get to treat just any atheist we meet with contempt. The fact that the "angry atheist" treat us very cruel, has nothing to do with some atheist we meet.
Person B treats person A in a very cruel way.
Person A, therefore, treats person C in a not nice, fairly mean way.
Person A then justifies his action toward person C by saying: "Well, person C didn't get hurt near as much as I did."
This is not intelligent, and we must live better than this. If you can't see the flaw, then maybe you shouldn't reply.
However, if someone gets offended by an argument, or a defense of an argument, then maybe that person is offended by themselves for having a weak argument. Don't be offended, rather, be intellectually open.
And let's try this: assume that someone means what they type in a nice way, unless otherwise informed. You know how it is when you can't see faces or hear voices. Don't be mean; don't be a baby. And never make me defend an atheist again.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
"Who Created God" Continued from the previous post, with an extra athiest argument presented at the end (in defense of an accusation of giving a straw-man argument)
Second, This atheistic argument is taken from Richard Dawkins, in his book "The GOD Delusion." If this atheistic argument I presented is weak, it is not my fault - it is the fault of one of the leading Atheist, because he is the one using it. I cannot help it if atheists use weak arguments. I agree, this is weak, and atheist shouldn't use it. However, the leading atheist does use it, so I have no choice.
Dawkins says that you can't appeal to God as the maker of anything, because God would have to be more complicated that what He made - that's more or less what he said... and that's just plain ignorant.
Read "The Dawkins Confusion", by Alvin Plantinga. This will open your eyes to how illogical (lacking in good logic) Richard Dawkin's arguments are.
Here is one of Richard Dawkin's arguments:
1. We know of no irrefutable objections to its being biologically possible that all life has come to be by way of unguided Darwinian processes;
2. Therefore, all life has come to be by way of unguided Darwinian processes.
This argument can be broken down to the following form:
1. We know of no irrefutable objections to its being possible that (p).
2. Therefore, (p) is true.
This is how lacking in validity Dawkin's logic is.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
The "Who Created God" Ojection
The atheist will say, "That's not an answer to the question of where it came from. Appealing to a Creator only complicates the issue. Anything that could create something would necessarily be more complicated than the thing created. So, appealing to God doesn't answer anything, it just complicates the issue."
Example:
John and Bill flew on a rocket to the moon. Upon arrival, they noticed a bunch of machinery that resembled tractors. John looked at Bill and said, "Who made this stuff?!"
Bill said, "No one made this stuff."
John said, "Yes, someone did."
To which Bill responded, "Appealing to a maker only complicates the issue. Anything that could make it would have to be more complicated than the things that were made. So, appealing to a maker doesn't answer anything, it just complicates the issue. I mean, who then made the maker?"
John responds in the only rational way, "I don't know why you always forget to take you crazy medication, I'll go get them for you."
Monday, December 5, 2011
Disconnect
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I know now that death was not the only reality. The gift given to me was the reality of what actually matters. As I went through the days, or hours, I questioned everything. I barely found a reason to put my foot off the breaks and accelerate when the light turned green - I actually had no reason but habit. The trivial things (petty arguments/rights/expectations of others or myself/etc.), which make up the falsity of this world, meant nothing any longer. Appreciating the important people in life and loving them was the only thing that meant anything. Everything else was a pointless and exhausting lie. What bothers me is this - I feel that I lost that gift. I lost it because like anyone else, I am not strong enough to hold on to the torturous reality of death.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
When will God fix me?
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Meditation on the Lord's Prayer Part 1
Meditation on the Lord's Prayer Part II
Thursday, May 13, 2010
ALIVE
While I was crying,
I felt alive.
While I was screaming into my pillow,
I felt alive.
While I realized my Big brother was dead,
as this pain wended my soul,
Nothing has made sense for a while,
Nothing seemed real.
I could see no good reason,
Not even to move.
But as I mourned - as I mourned,
That made sense.
As I cried,
I understood that my tears had purpose.
As I muffled the noise of my pain,
I saw the meaning in that.
While my wife held me,
I found meaning in her touch.
I chose to let it out,
And I feel alive.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Pain is the Cornerstone
Carl Jung would put it this way. "There is no coming to consciousness without pain.".
Carl Jung was a contemporary of Sigmund Freud. Many people assumed that Jung was a student of Freud, but this assumption was false. Carl Gustav Jung , 1875-1961, was the founder of analytical psychology. Of course it should be noted that Jung was perhaps quite neurotic.
William James was a pioneer in psychology. He lived from 1842-1910. While he was a professor at Harvard he taught Theodore Roosevelt. William James wrote a book called The Varieties of Religious Experiences. This is a very long book and hard to understand. However, this is basically what I get from it, having heard more about it than what I have actually read. The one common theme in religious experiences are hopeless situations. (Though there is much more to get from this book, for our purpose this will suffice.)
In a way, this is why many addicts are grateful for their addiction. They see it as the catapult for an intense desire to try something new, a spiritual way of life. The fact is that few people will want to seek spiritual help until it is the last option left. Even then, this option is often chosen with some form of regret. Such is human nature, the agony of coming face to face with our insufficiency. Sometimes this is too much to accept. We will not accept that we cannot accomplish change. Surely the answer lies in stronger will power, or more self knowledge. But in some situations will power and self knowledge will never be enough. It is in these circumstances that we possess an incredible opportunity. Where will power and self knowledge failed, acceptance and action will succeed.
We can accept the impossible situation as it is - impossible and beyond our power to effect a change. If we actually get past this point, we now have another choice. We have to find a power sufficient to accomplish change. If this situation is dire, there is no time to waste on lengthy arguments over the existence of God, or who He may be. When we are at a place where to stay the same is to die, we must move on. This acceptance of our condition along with the simple willingness to accept the possibility of a creator who can change our condition is the beginning of a spiritual experience.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Acceptance Was The Answer: Pg. 417, 420
Perhaps the best thing of all for me is to remember that my serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations. The higher my expectations of people are, the lower is my serenity. I can watch my serenity level rise when I discard my expectations. But then my "rights" try to move in, and they too can force my serenity level down. I have to discard my "rights," as well as my expectations, by asking myself, How important is it, really? How important is it compared to my serenity, my emotinal sobriety? And when I place more value on my serenity and sobriety than on anything else, I can maintain them at a higher level - at least for the time being.
Acceptance is the key to my relationship with God today. I never just sit and do nothing while waiting for Him to tell me what to do. Rather, I do whatever is in front of me to be done, and I leave the results up to Him; however it turns out, that's God's will for me.
I must keep my magic magnifying mind on my acceptance and off my expectations, for my serenity is directly proportional to my level of acceptance. When I remember this, I can see I've never had it so good.
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Just a good story, figured I would share part of it.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Indoors
Did the wind make it through the windows also? Reaching to me, moving around me - did part of it become part of me? Did the wind speak to me and call me outside as I now am? To converse with me more intimately.
More than just a memory - I felt the chill of the wind. She spoke to me and promised me relief from the sun. The wind does not just push me. Resistance is not the goal of her game, it is but a part.
Part resists me. Part pushes me. Part glides around me. Part comforts me, part ensures me. Part calls to me. Part penetrates me and becomes one with me. Yet all most people recognize is the resistance - and we wonder why we become so depressed and anxious.
I am glad I came outside, I was not lied to. The blades of grass are doing there quickstep, vibrating even. Is that not from the wind. So part brings beauty.
I would not like to live in a city with no wind.
I am reminded of a scripture that speaks of the Spirit blowing where He wills. Isn't it the Spirit that brings life. Isn't it the Spirit that is life. So part brings life. Nature is not God, but I am sure that a piece of Him abides within. Were we not all created out of Him.
To remain indoors forever is a shame.
Yet we can be outdoors while remaining indoors.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Revised Post
Weeping flows from the lungs of a newborn. Tears flow from the loss of security. A new sense of uncertainty. A new sense of fear. The baby can not open his eyes, not yet. The horror of this reality needs time to set. Can he hear the words of care and comfort. Does he understand?
Joy flows from the hearts of new parents. Tears rush out from a new sense of purpose, of love. The parents take not their gaze away from this child, not now, not ever, for this bond of love no one could sever.
Weeping erupts from the hearts of parents. Doubt rushes in with all these horrible feelings - a sense of uncertainty, of fear. Will they open their eyes when the horror sets in? Can they hear the words of care and comfort. Will they understand?
Joy explodes in the heart of the newborn. A wonderful sense of love, of purpose. The baby can not close his eyes, not now, not before all this beauty he has found. Brought up to the chest of his Father in a loving embrace, the newborn and his Father look down. And for the first time, he sees the love of his parents, and he does understand. And as the newborn hovers so close to the Father, his soul gazes ever on his parents, for this bond of love, no one could sever.
Weeping rends the souls of this family. A man with two great losses - a girl with one. What comfort can there be in so much pain. What agony so great can compare. All look on, this burden so eager to bear.
How can I stand to place her down. How can I live and let it down. The words from my mouth were not my own-something else was supposed to be said. Why couldn't You just let me beg?
Joy explodes in the heart of the mother. The heart in hand turned to reality. The soul gaze of the newborn in part realized. Now they both await the man, Now they both await the girl, Now the two present their request before the Father, Please, Father, comfort them, till we meet again.... because it will surely be a long time from now.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Resentment
The anger and bitterness that we experience through resentment are poison. First, taking hold of our spiritual and emotional health. Then, it spreads to our physical well being. Holding on tight to resentments is like me drinking poison wanting you to die. When our lives are full of resentment, we are a sick and decrepit soul.
We may have no reason to hold our resentment toward a particular person. Many times, however, we do have 'reason'. In these cases the people we are angry, bitter, or resentful toward have actually done something wrong to us. The truth is this - reason or no reason, resentment is deadly. This is especially true for addicts. We have to get rid of these, if we are to live in any freedom.
Most people are sick, either spiritually, emotionally, or physically. We can not make them better. I suggest, as someone suggested to me, that we ask God to help us look at these people who have wronged us as people who are spiritually sick. - To help us treat these people like we would a friend who was sick and be patient with them. - To save us from being angry and bitter.
For us to live free, the people who need to change are us, not the people who wrong us. Our problems arise out of our on making. When we pray, let's pray for change in us, not in other people. Like it says in the AA book.... "I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to change in the world, but on what needs to change in me and my attitudes."
Regardless of anyone, of anything, we can live free.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Self Sufficiency
We were not created to be self sufficient. We were made to need God, and each other. Take for instance, depression. This is not something to deal with by yourself. We must share this with someone immediately. We must ask God for help. Take temptation of any kind... We must share this with someone immediately, we must ask God for help. We must, if we are to live in any amount of freedom.
The Bible says "God resists the proud and gives grace to the humble. Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, casting all your cares on Him, because He cares for you."
Doing it ourselves, without help, without asking God for help, without asking other people for help,... is PRIDEFUL.
There is grace from God to help us with our troubles. But we must not think of ourselves as self sufficient.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Buried
God, how long?
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Written early in 2008.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
CONFESSION?
Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
Friday, February 13, 2009
An Innocent Meeting
It took me about half a year of dating her to officially start dating her, which she still doesn't get. Then I tried to break up with her, but just could not stay away from her. Heck, I bought her a 300 dollar ring while we were broke up. She still doesn't get that either.
I wish I could give this girl who would become my fiance 3 years ago today so much more love along the way. I wish I could take back all the tears, replacing them with a smile I would remove all her fear. I would take all of her doubt, uncertainty, and shame in the palm of my hand. Like a magician, I would make them all disappear.
But while I married this girl- a beautiful soul, she married this boy-a flawed man. And now the joy she can have will be even greater than if there never had been any tears. The comfort will be more than all her fears. And I will love her so, for all of our years.
To my lovely wife, Angela.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
We Give Out....But We Don't Give Up
Joy flows from the hearts of new parents. Tears rush out from a new sense of purpose, of love. The parents take not their gaze away from this child, not now, not ever, for this bond of love no one could sever.
Weeping erupts from the hearts of parents. Doubt rushes in with all these horrible feelings - a sense of uncertainty, of fear. Will they open their eyes when the horror sets in? Can they hear the words of care and comfort. Will they understand?
Joy explodes in the heart of the newborn. A wonderful sense of love, of purpose. The baby can not close his eyes, not now, not before all this beauty he has found. Brought up to the chest of his Father in a loving embrace, the newborn and his Father look down. And for the first time, he sees the love of his parents, and he does understand. And as the newborn hovers so close to the Father, his soul gazes ever on his parents, for this bond of love, no one could sever.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
DARWINS THEORY
Click this link for the list of scientists and their credentials http://www.discovery.org/scripts/viewDB/filesDB-download.php?command=download&id=660
It is my opinion that science is largely about careful examination. When I hear people say that the debate is over concerning Darwinian evolution, it puzzles me. If a scientist suggests that we not carefully examine things, it makes me question whether he or she is in the right field. You can pick thousands of scientists who say the Darwinian theory of evolution should no longer be examined, and you can click that link above and see a whole bunch of scientist who say that it should be, and that they are skeptical about it.
For someone to be closed minded about this issue makes me ask myself, why? Why, even after someone knows that a crap load of scientists are skeptical about the theory and encourage careful examination of the theory, would someone not question it themselves? The homepage is http://www.dissentfromdarwin.org/
I think what it really comes down to is the unwillingness to believe in the existence of a Creator. In my opinion, that is why so many people are closed off to the suggestion that the Darwinian theory for evolution may be incorrect. To a lot of people, it is either evolution or a Creator, that is why many people close their eyes and ears to the many scientists who are skeptical of the Darwinian theory. Some people just do not know that such scientists exist. But now that you do---don't close your eyes and ears. At least check out the site and look at the names and credentials. It's pretty long though.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Problem: Part 3 (please excuse the language)
Today, I am at Bradford, looking at a picture of my wife and I. Why am I here starring at her picture? There is a reason. It most certainly is Not because I loath her presence.
Over the past good while I have been using cocaine. (etc.). Time and time again I have quit. I would just know I wanted to quit. Time and time, time and time, time and time, time and time.
Is it because I want a vacation? Is it because I don't want my wife to leave? I am looking at her picture because right here and now it is the only thing I have that is her image. I kiss her picture every day because it is the closest thing to feeling her skin. I obsess over her cheeks, her hair, her lips, her eyes.
Right now I am not with my wife, but we are closer than we have been for a good while. Right now she knows where I am. Right now she is not scared that I am fucked up. Right now she is safe and I am safe.
Right now I am at Bradford because I am my problem. I put myself here, in every way. I am an addict. I do not like the way I feel, think, act. I do not like me.
Even here at Bradford I am an addict. Drugs are not my problem, I am my problem. Set drugs on the counter right in front of me. They will not do anything to me. They will remain where they lay. They will not stab me, insult me, steal from me, take my wife, my house, my health, or anything. I do these things. I ruin my money, relationships, and health, and social life, and emotional life, and spiritual life.
No, there are no drugs available to me here. Yet I have still managed to try to fill that void inside me in vain. I stare at the picture, talk to the picture, kiss the picture. This is not God! It is a fucking picture and I am still in a vicious cycle of addiction. Angela, we parted on Saturday. I love you and will see you soon. But this fucking picture is coming down. God help me. Because my wife nor her picture can.
I am Powerless over my Addiction.
sympathy
drugs
sex
food
cigarettes
attention
When you light your own fire, the light is darkness and the heat is torment.
I'm not an addict because I used drugs. I used drugs because I'm an addict.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The Problem: Part 2
For and addict this is a grave condition, to be without defense against the first drink, or hit. This condition is at the root of our insanity. A person who touches a hot stove will probably not do it again, certainly not day after day, night after night. Well, unless of course the person is insane. I touched it though. Time and again, as soon as the pain got half way out the door, it was time to go again.
Every night, every day, the same old broken record would play. I may be FROZEN in my bed swearing to never do it again. I can not hardly breath my nose is so stopped up. I can not stop sweating. I FEAR someone would drive up and knock on the door. I even worried about my wife coming in, though I knew she was presently aware and usually in the other room. I used to look out the living room windows. It got to the point that I was in a corner of the hall chain smoking. There were no windows there, but I had little room to spare.
At work the next day, I would pray and swear to God and to myself that it was over, and I meant it. I would be so proud to be off of that crap, even though it had been less than 12 hours. So sure of myself, I would go throughout the work day dreaming about my future. It would be so bright. All the doors would open for me, and if I happened upon any closed doors, I would crash them open.
On my way home from work, I would still be riding that wave of confidence and relief that the hell was all over. A minute later I merge onto the interstate when seemingly out of nowhere my whole mindset changes. I would call the man and pick up whatever it may be that day.
I was not able to play the tape all the way through. I forgot the PAIN and FEAR of just last night. I was unable to call to mind how I could not just do one line or hit. And what about after I used, all the SHAME and DISGUST came rushing in. HOPELESSNESS. I could not-not use drugs, and I knew that. But still I did not get it.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
7
There was a time, not to long ago, that I used time to measure moments.. seconds. I would lay on the bed, scared to get up because I did not know if I could make it. Would I get high today? I did not know. What I did know is that I could not stop thinking about it.
A week or so after I got back from treatment I was in such a situation. I ended up calling my councelor up at Warrior. I suppose the call helped. I just told him I was scared. It is a scary thing, to know someone is out to get you. More scary when that someone is yourself.
Today I choose to use time to measure months. Today it has been 7 months since the last time I have used.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Problem: Part 1
Someone whose throat swells to a dangerous level after he eats fish, is said to have an allergic reaction to fish. The physical allergy is, that once he eats fish, his throat swells up. Now, the logical conclusion is that this person can not eat fish.
The addict has an allergy to drugs, and remember that ALCOHOL is a drug. The physical allergy is what we call the phenomenon of craving. The moment an addict uses a drug, their body begins to crave more. The addict does not get to say when they will stop.
EXAMPLE I took lunch and cashed my paycheck while I was out. I wanted to get a 100 dollars worth and take it back to work. The plan: In doing this I would not have to take the time after work. I had two or so hours between the time I got off work and the time my wife got off. Those were precious minutes that I hated to waste. Well, on my way back to work I decided to take a hit and save the rest for after work. I took the hit... 400 dollars later and 2 or 3 more meetings with my dealer, I was done. I did it all while driving in my car. I could not stop. The moment I took the first hit, I had an allergic reaction. I never made it back to work that day.
If you are an addict, no doubt you can think of times when you could not stop. Regardless of changing who you did it with, doing it by yourself, only spending so much, the hopeless condition was that you did not get to say when you were done.
First, you need to understand this, you DO NOT get to say when you have had enough. Your body is allergic and begins to CRAVE more. If you think you may be an addict, honestly consider the times you have gotten drunk or high. How much control did you have once you took the first drink or hit?
The obvious conclusion is the same for the addict as for the person who is allergic to fish... You can not use drugs. AN ADDICT CAN NOT USE DRUGS, because the allergic reaction is certain. Now, here is where it really gets screwed up. AN ADDICT CAN NOT-NOT USE DRUGS. Crazy isn't it. You can not use because of your allergy to it, but you can not seem to stay away from that first drink or hit.
I know this was true of me. No one can tell me I wanted to use drugs, I knew what they did to me. For me, an afternoon using meant hours locked up in my bathroom scared to come out. It meant hours FROZEN on my bed tormented with FEAR. I could not move because of FEAR. I was sweating for hours, heart beating fast. And no, it was not paranoia, it was FEAR. Not all have this experience as addicts, but I write this to let you know this... I know I did not want to use. I know I did not want the FEAR that came with it EVERY TIME. I could not-not use.
I lacked the power necessary to resist the first drink or hit. As it says in the AA book, lack of power was our problem. The first step in your recovery is NOT to admit you are an addict. I knew I was an addict for a good bit before I started recovering. The power to be free from drugs was not in me. I was POWERLESS!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
This Time
This time will surely be the same.
Why then do I return?
What do I suppose to find?
I return because it is the only way for me,
I come back for the man I wish to be.
The real question is, why I leave to need a return.
My mind wrent with pain as I kneel to pray,
Familiar agony-I clench hold-time to begin.
Our Father, our Father, I am filled with so much pain,
Our Father, our Father, I am scared of all my doubt.
Please help me trust, why can't I trust,
God how I wish I was sane.
My lack of trust sickens me,
My knuckles are white as my mind thinks to flee.
Please don't let go,
Because this time will surely be the same.