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11!

I’m 11 years old today. More of my rebirth date than my birth date. I returned my old life to God’s store. It was tattered and moldy. I had worn it out. The colors had faded and it no longer kept the wind and cold out. My life walked around like a man without a mind or heart. I was the walking dead.

The difference is that you cant really kill a zombie by shooting him in the head. I had to be shot in the heart and soul as well. I had hardened to life. The pain was so great in my heart. I felt empty and unloved. I craved connection. It was empty and desolate. I had protected it with the concrete I had at hand. I couldn’t let the pain in, but it also blocked the little bit of love from getting in and any love from getting out.

There were many attempts to shoot my heart and soul. The scales I had developed to protect myself from the pain were unpenetrated. However, inside the scales, I suffocated. I begged God to remove the scales. He told me it was going to hurt and so I walked away. As the pain got worse and the scales grew thicker, the light dimmed. I asked for the scales to be removed and again I was told it would hurt. Again I walked away. The pain became unbearable. I was so burdened with the scales, I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t move. I begged for the removal again. God aid it was going to hurt, and I stood still. Over and over, God peeled the scales. He struck and swiped and clawed. I bled and screamed and felt the exquisite pain.

The pain did not stop when the scales fell away. Years later, my life was in turmoil. Everything vanished.. The pain has been intense followed by a slow white hot burn. The intensity increases over and over again, burning like vomit in your esophagus, coking the life away. There are some days I can keep it at bay. There are times I can work through it and live a life. There are also days that the pain devours my soul. “Some days you eat the bear, and some days the bear eats you.”

It is said that after a rebirth, life gets better. IT wasn’t that way for me. Things got much worse and now, I could feel it. I wasn’t sure I would survive.

I didnt

I find myself deep within myself. I discovered that I could show my inner self and be safe. I could allow myself to be accepted or rejected without it affecting who I was. I did not get to play the country song backward and have my dog live, my wife return and get my pickup back. Things have not been easy. The difference is that I am present. I am alive. I don’t ever want to live it again and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. However, I wouldn’t trade it.

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Posted by on November 6, 2017 in journey

 

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are you dead, or just sleeping

Its a Dead Mans Party…who could ask for more?

I have been all worked up about the small groups I go to. It seems to me that the job is to share experience, strength and hope. You tell about who you were, what happened and what you are like now. Its really simple. However, I have been going to groups that allow for more of a group counseling approach. I have heard stories about brothers diabetic feet, some 2nd cousin who might or might not have a problem with porn. I have heard more at an hour meeting than I heard all day at work with psychiatric patients. I am a little annoyed.

Its a Dead Mans Party

IT came to me today. The group dynamic lends itself for being a dead mans party. The whole idea of trying to be authentic with your journey beckons to be melo-dramatic. It becomes a competition on who has it the worst. The one upmanship of being downtrodden. It is the idea of stripping away life and allowing for the rebirth. In order to be reborn, you have to die first. You die to who you were. You have the option of being resurrected or resuscitated. You can be fully dead and move onto your new self…resurrected. Or you can hold onto the past and resume how you were-resuscitated back into the same old stale life. You get to live like a zombie. You get to join the dead mans party. You get to leave your body and soul at the door. You are without substance.

Its a Dead Mans Party.

I also had another idea of the dead mans party with relationships. I am scared to death of being in love. I lived my former life behind a mask. I hid from authenticity. I manipulated. I lied. I would tell long stories about how miserable I was, and how I needed someone, to put them in a hero role. I could then be the victim. It manipulated relationship into a duty. I have changed. I see now the only way to resurrection is absolute vulnerability. The concern for me is that vulnerability seems like leaving your body and soul at the door. I feel exposed and transparent. It hurts, like an open wound. If I stay in the mode of fear, I join the dead mans party. I can allow myself to shed the corporeal. I can shed the past. The vulnerability doesn’t have to hurt this bad. It takes practice to be exposed and still live. I want to live. I want to love. Do not resuscitate. I want resurrection.

 
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Posted by on May 29, 2015 in journey, life, Uncategorized

 

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C, B, and P

I thought about drinking today. IT has been a long time since that happened. It was insidious.

I have been lost in the past recently. I have been thinking about who I was. I have made some tragic mistakes and some dramatic changes. The past holds me sometimes. I recall moments of time that I was comfortable and safe. I think about things I could have done differently to hold on to those moments. I lie to myself and tell myself that fleeting moments can be permanent. I imagine I can change the past by wishing, dreaming, or re-battling old arguments. I got lost in the past. I questioned my decision to leave Colorado. I questioned leaving New Mexico and feeling love blossom. I longed for that feeling.

I was worried about the future. How will I do in the new job, in the new state? How will I make it alone and isolated from friends, family, and loves? I am uncertain about decision I need to make. I am unsure of who I am and how I will be. I was scared.

“If you have one foot in the future and one in the past, you are pissing on today.” AA wisdom.

AS my mind stretched, I lost track of the present. I forgot to live in the moment. I forgot to delight in the ordinary. I forgot to make decision based on the now, the present, the me, the moment. As soon as I did, I left the gate open. Cunning, Baffling, and Powerful snuck over the fence. They surrounded me, laughing and taunting. Shame pulled the strings and the puppets fed my soul to their master. As He chewed, I thought of drinking. I was unaware of the threat. As I felt the pain and the misery, I woke. My soul screamed and I woke up. I paused and went to be around other people sharing their story. I woke up to the present. I asked God to show up and He always does.

 
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Posted by on January 1, 2015 in journey

 

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