The Head Center

Man Alive!

There's this feeling that is indescribably wonderful. It comes upon me only when I am spiritually connected and when my mind is laid open. Of late it happens but once in a great while, but when I was earlier in sobriety, say with two or three years, it would happen with regularity because I was more spiritually productive in my program. When it swells up in me, it defeats anything negative I am feeling. It's the presence of God's grace ... it is a lightness of being combined with a depth of feeling. It commands my attention. I can think of nothing else. It's in my stomach more than my head. I can only be happy; worry is defeated. It imbues me with a sense of permanence and invulnerability. It is neither like a hallucination nor is it mysterious. It is not in the future nor the past. It is right now!. When I have it I can only be in the moment.

It convinces me that life is good.

Now I'm sure you can imagine ... and I am feel rather silly making such an obvious statement ... but I should tell you that I quite enjoy it! Hahahahaha. Now I'm laughing out loud. Man Alive! Hahahahahaha. It feels GREAT to be alive! It feels GREAT to be sober! I want us to share this feeling. Please come with me on my journey! I can't go it alone! I need you! I need you to come feel this wonder with me! This is sobriety and it is for everyone who wants it! It's for everyone who needs it. And it's for anyone who does it. Goddamit, now I need kleenex!

Today the problems I have don't include anything that God-awful. There are none of the self-imposed crises of yesteryear, such as forgetting to file taxes or brush my teeth for two years. I don't hate myself, nor do I hate much of anyone or anything. Mosquitoes can be annoying, but Deet(tm) is a good product, and generally available.

You see, I have what you call Cadillac problems. For the two people out there in blogland who are unfamiliar with that term, a Cadillac problem is a problem that is a high-class problem, such as the problems people have with their Cadillac cars. (Though today we might ought to call them Range Rover problems, or Beemer problems, or something that makes sense to someone under 40.)

Having a job you love and a great job offer for a new and better job at the same time is a Cadillac problem. Having an early dinner date with the a-little-too-serious-but-cute brunette and a date with the ravishing-but-a-little-too-wild redhead for late-night dancing ... wait a second, tha'ts not a Cadillac problem, that's a fantasy, sorry, wrong blog entry.

But anyway, you get the idea ...

Interestingly, When I'm complaining about Cadillac problems, I'm complaining as if I was going to have my big toe surgically removed after lunch, just as if it were one of the standard problems. But then I will realize, or usually, someone will point out, "hey, that's a Cadillac problem," and I'll go, "oh, yeah," and I am grateful to have it, unlike the time my car was impounded for the registration being three years out of date.

"Uhhh, yeah, officer, I've been meaning to get around to that ..."

A sponsee of mine who has been sober for five years called me yesterday. He announced something that he had said to me before on a number of occasions. He said, "I feel like I want to hurt myself." There was a tone in his voice decidedly unlike any prior call he had made of this nature. He was distressed more than usual. He then added something new; he said, "I'm at the hospital. I'm standing in front of the emergency room entrance."

I swallowed hard. I told him to go on in and tell the nurse how he was feeling. He doesn't always do what I say, except when he's in a lot of pain -- then he becomes an extremely good listener and exceedingly obedient, to boot.

Long story short ... he's having a rest now and a few days off of work. He's not in a good head space, he needs to work on a number of issues. He asked me for a pad and he's going to do another fourth step, which he had been putting off. He also said he was really furious with God right now, and that God had failed him utterly on a number of fronts. I told him to make two lists and to define a new higher power. I told him to make a list of traits he wanted his HP to have and traits he did not want his HP to have. I think in the end, he'll end up with the same HP he had before and hopefully he will have a spiritual experience along the way.

I may also. When I saw him hurting this badly, and so scared, and nearly falling apart, and needing so much help, it touched a vulnerability inside me. It scared me because this guy has kept me sober for five years. It also touched the compassionate place inside me that working the steps gave to me. He is not just a sponsee, he is a friend. No, he is a loved one. I felt profoundly sad that this was happening to him.

I'm sure everything will work out. It usually does. My sponsor told me when I had five years, that "you go crazy in your fifth year." I said, "what?!?!?!" He said, don't worry about it, just keep coming back. I don't know what else to say at this point except that the wisdom of the elders is certainly to be respected. That is a spiritual way unto itself and part of my spiritual experience.

"relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will ..."

-- 3rd step prayer

Step 3 was, is, and almost certainly always will be the hardest step for me to understand ... and to undertake. If you talk to a lot of folks in recovery, each might give you a different answer about how they approach their relationship with their higher power and what it is that power is guiding them towards. So I suppose one answer lies in the old adage to each his own.

Early on in my sobriety, I went along, searching and asking and questioning and guessing at what God's will was for me, without much satisfaction and with irregular results.

Finally I realized that I could borrow a simple idea from the big book, and it would apply in almost every situation.

God's will for me became this: to be of maximum service to God and to my fellows ...

This orientation keeps me on course. In this mindset, I can be a human being following a spiritual path. That keeps me right-sized and on target.

God bless you, izzy