Love is my Religion.
Action is my Gospel.
Following the Feather of Peacefulness.
Resentments are Black Holes that only have the power to rip apart what is not real or our illusions. It cannot destroy what is real or spiritual. Gratitude is spiritual. Resentments are not the opposite of gratitude but the absence of REAL.
Every vehicle has a Bermuda Triangle of Perception.
It feels like forNever,
that lovely slip where only humans discuss nonexistence to sacrifice yesterday for reversion revisioning.
80 years from now they laugh at our today.
lovely ways of painting forevermore,
in an uncircumference effort to improve on forever,
not unlike 'unconditional' love improving on love.
Don't try to understand.
Trying isn't unavoidably necessary.
Seasons come from where they go.
Diverting from mistakes isn't alerTable staging,
but failure is.
Mirrors are but fulcrums of true beauty.
Common-crowded minds on the edge of their hearts
weigh in with a load of shhhhh…
logical suppositions.
Come back away
to creaTe new words,
cuz ‘a ton of head ain’t worth an ounce of
heart.’
Living one's life in another person's shadow is an echo
of dismality,
but every movie, even the bad ones,
possesses at least one great line worth hearing.
I have never written for popularity's sake, but I do hope someone enjoys a line here and there. I create opportunities for happiness, introspection, and, occasionally, more. Being alert-able is being a Noticer. © Timothy G Cameron
It's none of my business what others think of me AND it's none of my business what I think of me. My business is what God thinks of me.
Galatians 1:10 For do I now persuade men, or God; or do I seek to please men? For if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ. KJV
I'm progressing to posting all my ideas here rather than posting them to facebook. I'll occasionally post here, but facebook won't get to decide what people can see and who gets access to it.
Only one person donated for my birthday because people didn't go to my wall to say happy birthday; instead, they used only the facebook birthday reminder link to say happy birthday. I'm glad for the well wishes, yet it's clear I need to work differently to be independent (and uncensored).
I will, however, put my Blog comments and ideas on Social Media via my website link to the Blog or speaking events.
Here’s a poem I wrote (you’ll be redirected to where I write poetry): https://allpoetry.com/poem/17611610-Having-an-Affair-by-Timothy-Cameron
God does for us what we cannot do for ourselves. After we turn our will and lives over to God's care, our sole objective is to let go and let God. After some years of speaking in MADD, I looked back on the fact that I didn't mean to do what I did. However, I also didn't mean not to do it. Yes, I know that’s a double negative, but you know what I mean. I ran away from treatment for drug and alcohol abuse when I was 19 years old, and had I been successful in that treatment center, Little Timmy would probably be alive today. I also would not have gone to prison for manslaughter. Ironically, Alcoholics are usually the last ones to know they're Alcoholics.
So when I'm giving presentations for MADD, Minnesotans for Safe Driving, or Phoenix 490, I remember to tell people that they have a choice not to do what I have done. They can't hit a target they don't have (consciously, at least), but they become excuse-free after hearing the warning message that I present to them. They cannot tell a judge in the future that they didn't know what they did could result in the death or injury of another human being or that an incident of driving under the influence of alcohol might have serious consequences at the very least. If they take to heart the message that I present, then they can set plans in place to protect the things that they love.
Sometimes, dealing with alcoholism/alcoholics is the acknowledgment that the attention they give to alcohol in their lives might be a problem. If you want to know what people love in life, look at where they spend their time. Show me your friends, and I will show you your future. For an alcoholic, alcohol is NOT their friend, and often the people they hang out with are ‘fair-weather-friends’ who bail on them when stuff hits the fan. But with alcoholics, that’s a truth that's hard to see until they hit rock bottom; they didn't have a drinking problem; they had a thinking problem, and drinking was 'but a symptom' of that problem. If they don't do something about alcoholism, though, they can't correct the thinking problem. Removing alcohol from an alcoholic's life long enough to give space in time to see…allowing time enough to experience a truly sober thought for the first time in maybe years in some people's lives, is extremely important. The Prison of Denial is a most secure imprisonment, indeed. Alcoholics can have many spiritual experiences, but without spiritual awareness, the experiences often go unnoticed. It’s a miracle that many people never drove drunk and killed themselves or someone else. It’s a miracle they didn’t land in prison, get divorced, go to an insane asylum, or die. Alcoholics walk on water for years and complain every day how life ain’t fair. I say THANK GOD LIFE AIN’T FAIR. Yes, I think we should treat each other fairly and be merciful and forgiving of others and ourselves, but I chose to see my past as a miracle instead of as ONLY a tragedy. In God’s Economy, nothing is wasted.
While a person is in active alcoholism, the best-laid plans get laid waste. We've all heard that 'we don't plan to fail, that we fail to plan.’ Most people who are stuck in alcoholism or addiction can't see to the prison of their thinking until they hit rock bottom. One of the hardest things in the world to do as a person who loves an alcoholic is to step back and let the consequences take their course. If we throw pillows beneath them to soften their fall, we might kill them. Before hitting Little Timmy, I said a prayer, asking God not to let me hit the two women who were crossing the street in front of the vehicle. But my prayer came too late. I had charted my course wittingly or unwittingly, and the dye was cast, evidently.
I like to think that maybe Little Timmy and I had a Sacred Contract, as in he would give his life, and I would spend the rest of mine doing something about it. My work may help save a couple of lives, and if the feedback I've received through the years is accurate, it is absolutely true that more people have been saved than I've hurt. God only knows the real truth behind all this.
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When I initially set up my website, I decided to put "Walking on Water" on the Landing Page. When a Christian friend of mine saw it, "Walking on Water" was challenged as sounding arrogant.
My Old Landing Page.
Indeed, when I contemplated what the Landing Page would look like, the possibility of it being perceived as arrogant crossed my mind. I decided to put it up anyway. My answer to the challenge was easy to answer because I had already given it much contemplation. Most people in recovery survived impossible odds and are Walking Miracles. They had no idea that they had been walking on water for years. They should have been dead, been put in an insane asylum, or at least been locked away in prison.
Personally, I already saw my life as a series of miracles. I believe I was also walking on water long before I realized it. The night I sobered up, I looked back on the preceding hours and saw it as a miracle that I didn’t get tossed back into prison. No matter how much I tried to sell my freedom for a drink, I didn’t get arrested, beat up, or end up in a hospital for alcohol poisoning. It seemed I was saved from myself and was protected from the normal consequences of my insane behavior. I literally remembered how Jesus walked through the crowds of people who wanted to kill him, but he was invisible. I felt like I walked through a minefield unscathed.
I survived some rough patches in life, including a couple of manmade prisons (an ugly childhood of abuse). I even survived the prison of my own thinking, and that’s a real miracle! Seriously, I should have been dead a long time ago, many times over. It’s like a cat having ‘Nine Lives’, I guess.
Brace yourself for a Reality Check that is probably out of most people’s comfort zone, but I could have been raped in prison, killed someone in self-defense, and spent the rest of my life locked down for a myriad of reasons. People often wanted to kill me in prison, including a few ‘cliques’ of prisoners, but God protected me.
I was walking on water. God had a plan for my life. Jeremiah 29:11 was something my Spiritual Advisor (AKA Sponsor) in the 12-step Program reminded me of many times when I struggled with emotions and difficult circumstances.
I had a sense of humor in prison. It’s a useful tool in recovery to have; I don’t know how any of us would make it through life without it. It was one of the few things that couldn’t be taken from me in life, even in prison. Someone jokingly said that I was too dumb to be unhappy (I added “for long” to the end of that sentence. ‘Never Take Yourself Too Seriously’ is a Sobriety/Recovery Maxim that helped me a lot. This Too Shall Pass was a lifesaver for me, too.
So, in the Christian Tradition, we have all heard about Jesus ‘walking on water.’ Christ’s Apostle Peter also walked on water until he became fearful. Pertaining to God, Scripture reads that ‘fear is not of me.’ Being human has its seeming drawbacks, and experiencing fear is one of them.
MLK said to keep our eye on the prize. If we keep our gaze single to the Glory of God, we stand in whole or Holy Light. If we see shadows, our backs are getting tanned; we are casting our own shadows. TURN AROUND. When we don’t feel close to God, WHO MOVED? We might think God isn't there when we have taken our eyes off the prize. We turned our sensitivity off, or at least turned it down. Sometimes, God speaks in a still, small voice, and we must be ‘sensitive human seismographs’ to discern quiet truths.
LET GO, LET GOD is a Recovery Slogan that has served me well when I used it. And the magnificent 25 WRODS in the Serenity Prayer is a definite Gift from God. When we take our eyes off the prize, that's the real problem. And I know not everyone reads the Bible, but I remembered reading that greater miracles would ye do than what I have done. It takes ego to notice ego. For me, EGO Is Edging God Out. But maybe it could also mean Egging God On. I also heard that ‘Impossible is God's favorite word.’
IF YOU WANT TO HEAR ME TALK TONIGHT IN ROSEMOUNT, MINNESOTA AT THE ALANO CLUB, HERE’S A CHANCE TO DO SO. FOLLOWS IS MY SPEECH PLAN.
This might drive people away rather than attract them, but after prayer, I decided that tonight, I'm talking about a Night Vision I had about the 12 Steps when I was 19 years old before I knew anything about The Program. In that Night Vision, I saw colors raining down from the sky that looked like water that was little droplets of fire in every color imaginable.
1/20/2024 speech at the Rosemount Alano Club, 8:00 PM. ADDRESS: 14680 South Robert Trail · Rosemount, MN 55068
After I was sober for maybe 8 or 10 years, my Sponsor and I meet with someone that hurt me as a child. Before actually meeting with him, I was filled with dread and was praying up a storm. When the guy showed up, I saw those same colors raining down from heaven and they went straight into my heart, filling me with love. God did for me what I couldn't do for myself.
Lastly, if there's time, I might talk about a prayer session I had with a friend who had many health problem. As I prayed for her healing, those same colors rained down again and flowed through my right hand into her, and I heard the words, "My love rain down upon thee."
It's going to be nippy tonight, like -6. Chase recovery as hard as you chased the bar hours or drug dealer.
There is One that has all power. That One is God. May you find God now.
Escaping unilateral propensity happens when we surrender our hearts and minds to God's Loving Wisdom. That is to say, when we 'Let Go and Let God,' the 'longest distance' (the distance between head and heart) UNIFIES/merges into miraculous Acceptance of experiencing everything and everyone through God's Vision. Escaping TOWARD acceptance is insightful; it is seeking Conscious Contact with God, seeking only God's will for us, and releasing the ego's control mechanisms of escaping away from a thing. People run backward over cliffs when their ego is running the show. I believe in the Education of the Heart. It’s INSIDE-OUT.
A cop someone once worked with told her that his life had become so painful that he took out his service revolver, placed the barrel in his mouth, cocked the hammer, and placed his finger on the trigger. At the moment of truth, staring death directly in the face, an image appeared to him of his children. At that moment, he chose life. He chose life when the love of his children replaced his desire to die. And for the first time in many years, he began to cry. The sadness of suicidality killed off what wasn’t needed in his life. Perhaps he ‘died to self.’
I read and listened to many books when going through the Dark Night of the Soul. In one, Pema Chodron said, “Bodhicitta is our heart–our wounded heart. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die. This love is bodhicitta. It is gentle and warm; it is clear and sharp; it is open and spacious. The awakened heart of bodhicitta is the basic goodness of all beings.”
Zen made a lasting impact on my connection to Jesus, the Beginning AND the End. A Zen Master’s oldest disciple had died, the one who had been with him the longest and whom he had designated as his successor. At the funeral, while giving the eulogy, the Master broke down and cried. Later, a visiting monk said: “Life and death have no beginning and no end. Why do you cry?” The Master said: “He was my oldest disciple; if I don’t cry now, when am I supposed to?”
When struggling with meaning, I wrote poetry and journaled to contemplate coming or going.
Deep within all of us is this love that will not die, for it is Grief as Praise. Martín Prechtel said that sweet spot produces the gift of tears, Holy Water if you will, the tears that cleanse our soul.
The phrase, "It is none of my business what others think of me," is geared to free people from the self-imposed prison of perception of 'Otherism' or codependency.
While it's true that 'what others think of me is none of my business,' it is also true that what I think of myself is none of my business.
"My" ONLY business is what God thinks of me; not even what I think of God is the point. My relationship with God is personal (God knows my name), but God's relationship with me is Eternal. God is the beginning and the end (may the Circle be unbroken).
I prefer to hear a person who says, 'my truth' means that they are not 'playing God' with their perception of the truth. It's akin to having confidence without conceit. In other words, no human is the ultimate authority on the facts. We grow along spiritual lines and are imperfect; we fall short of what we want to be and do. The Full Serenity Prayer illustrates this idea of *trust over human comprehension:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace, taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it. *Trusting that He will make all things right If I surrender to His Will so I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever and ever in the next. Amen. (prayer attributed to Reinhold Neibuhr, 1892-1971).
I agree that there is not my or your or anyone else's truth. Truth ain't a democracy; it also isn't a theocracy (personal freedom to worship or not keeps us all free), but Jesus said 'the TRUTH' will set [us] free [from ourselves]. No truth rises above the audience's mind short of a miracle. The Day of Pentecost is an excellent example of divine proof. No one who experienced the Holy Spirit's power that day found themselves limited by the constraints of their linguistic heritage, societal prejudices, and incorrect teachings.
Ask a stupid question and get a stupid answer. When Pontius Pilot asked Christ, "What is truth?" what was Jesus's response?
Truth without compassion is cruelty. “…but speaking the truth in love…”is imperative. Beating people up with the 'truth' is reprehensible. Measuring out the truth (as wisely as a serpent) is a maturity that doesn't require diluting truth. Thou shalt not lie doesn't mean we puke out the truth on people. Agreeing with the adversary while we are in the way is not lying, is it? Are we telling the truth when we cast pearls before swine? Yes, the truth is the truth, but who among us pushes people away from Christ under the disguise of 'well, it's the truth! You can't handle the truth!"
We don't hide the truth under a bushel, but we can shine so that those with eyes to see and ears to hear will discern the truth. Before speaking, pray. I can say everything wrong; my arguments might be insufficient to win a debate, but because I pray, God will help someone hear it right. It's not all about me.
Milk before meat.
…the man said with unwavering conviction that I should have been put in the electric chair for what I did. God had healed me from having really difficult reactions to such comments, so I was OK. I already had many staredowns with the abyss, so I also had confidence (without conceit) that my actions and punishments were no longer in human hands.
annoyability and enjoyability
rhyme
,
but anger, like a misplaced comma,
makes an attack seem rational
cognizance knows not where to turn to find flight from its conceptions;
Why let fortifications be your enslaver (to build parenthetical prisons of perception) to keep 'them' out and thereby trap ourselves?
why sabotage harmony with Cynicism?
why are victims to be attacked by fantasies, dreams, and illusions self-made
objectivity?
"Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you persist?
© Now, Timothy G Cameron
That which is near to us has more power over us than that which is far from us. Show me your friends or your addictions, and I will show you your future.
If you cannot reach it, you can't use it. If you cannot reach or see your car keys, then you can't 'access' keys to start the car.
Accessibility: if we can't access a __________ (fill in the blank...sugar, substance, sex, pornography, gambling, compulsivity, spending, etc.), we create a chance to replace it with a new habit or system.
Consciously create distance from the thing you do not want in your life. When we let go and allow God to be bigger than our problems, our problems get smaller. The smaller we get, the bigger God can get in our lives.
Step 1 is the death of an old selfish way of living and the birth of a profound alteration in our reaction to life, otherwise known as selflessness.
Honesty is a tipping point in every positive paradigm.
Read from How It Works in the Big Book about the capacity to prevail contingent upon the maintenance of a spiritual condition known as honesty.
The truth to set you free asks for your consent or willingness to live in the question. Teachable Moments are born from a willingness to learn or explore outside of everything we think we know.
A word to my Friends of Lois W.: Don’t outsource your peace (that surpasses all human understanding).
I was thinking about something along these lines this morning, trying to dwell on the meaning or memeing of the power of perception. Sometimes, it simply seems like 'life is just life' and does what it will, no matter what we think, say, do, or even pray about. But then there's that pesky perception problem (I just wanted three P's). Is life just our experience of BEING alive, consisting of nothing other than the sum of everything we pay attention to? It's what...MOM? Mind Over Matter? If we don't mind, then it doesn't matter. (?)
Fortunately, life is more than a paragraphical breath between sentences. I'm sure we've all heard of the 'it ain't illegal to BE crazy' quote, 'it's just illegal to ACT crazy.'
A PESTamist is a Positive Thinker that won't shut up. I've noticed that USUALLY when I think ill of any person, place, or thing, it is USUALLY my reaction to life. I am the idea that I trample. But when I Love, even the noise of silence is the Pilot Light of God.
I Am the 7th Virgin bearing a Lamp. 6 before, 3 after. Obscure by myself.
Have you ever been thrashed at a game of chess? Or does your FEAR of losing make you steer clear of chess entirely? Everyone should experience the discipline of chess.
Chess teaches one how to destress if handled well; learning as an art form is, at worst, demanding that we maintain a calm indifference when attacked by the stings of an opponent's incredible moves. At best, we should admire and be grateful that we are 'losing' a game but learning to strengthen our skills. KUDOS to our TEACHERS!
When an opponent catches us off guard with a great move we missed, we should pause and allow ourselves to take a calm deep breath before reacting, as immediate or reflexive reactions are often self-defeating. If we take a moment to compose ourselves, we will be more free to choose a response appropriate to the situation. Don't curse the darkness. Light a candle.
If you've not read Viktor E. Frankl's "Man's Search for Meaning," I strongly suggest you do. He wrote, “Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”
Playing chess gives the vast majority of players some beautiful opportunities for emotional and mental growth. Chess can and should teach us Self Control.
In his Epictetus’s work, Enchiridion, he said, “Remember that you are insulted not by the person who strikes or abuses you [beats you at chess] but by your opinion that these things are insulting [discouraging]. So whenever another provokes you…try above all…not to allow yourself to be carried away by the impression; if you delay things and gain time to think, you’ll find it easier to gain control of yourself.”
I had to lose a lot of games before my win ratio improved. I still lose more than I win. I'm always experimenting, taking risks, and often making moves intuitively. Most people think intuition has no place in chess, but I'm afraid I have to disagree. What if our subconscious mind can see things that our logically conscious mind cannot?
Years ago, I was mad about something and expressed it aloud; my martial arts Sensei, whom I deeply respected, said, "Only dogs get mad." That comment made me mad, but I humbled myself and asked what he meant. He metaphorically explained how a dog 'reacts' if you place its tail in a meat grinder. When it feels the pain, it will spin around to attack the object causing pain and, in so doing, gets its face chewed up. A human, he explained, should look at what's causing pain and then 'act' (not react) to remedy what's causing pain.
He also told me that when people lose their cool in the boxing ring, they make mistakes and pay the price by getting hurt needlessly or even losing the match. It's okay to get beat fair & square, but to beat oneself is silly at best.
Anger rarely has any place in chess unless you've mastered your anger and can 'act' thoroughly as a person capable of not making tainted decisions.
I remember playing in a chess tournament against someone passing the foulest gas imaginable. He would hold it until I was ready to move, then I would smell the fart and, frankly, wanted to knock him on his butt. However, my chess teacher trained me to practice chess by deliberately distracting me with the most outlandish behavior. As a result, I didn't let my anger reduce me to a rash chess player.
I managed to eke out a win, and I was VERY relieved to see his frustration at losing despite his vile efforts to secure a cheap victory. In hindsight, I was pretty happy about the training distractions. DON'T LET YOUR ANGER TAKE YOU DOWN!
ACTing like a stone is one of the more powerful ways to respond to farts. This involves acting to the person's cheating as a stone would respond. In other words, do not react at all. We let their farts fall on deaf ears and noses, go about making the next right move, and even pretend the other person does not exist. This response is effective for two reasons. Firstly, when someone insults or ridicules us, one of the things they want is to provoke a reaction. They want to feel their farts have power over us. In listening like a stone, we refrain from satisfying their will to power and show them, by doing nothing, that their provocations are petty and unable to move us.
Moreover, as our thoughts and emotions are influenced by our ACTions, we become stone-like internally in responding like a stone. Consider this quote:
“It is the mark of a great mind to rise above insults; the most humiliating kind of revenge is to treat your adversary as not worth taking revenge upon…The great and noble are those who, like a lordly beast, listen unmoved to the barking of little dogs.” Seneca, On Anger
Epictetus, in his Discourses, said something similar. “What does it mean…to be abused? Go up to a stone and subject it to abuse; what effect will you produce? Well then, if you listen like a stone, what will anyone who abuses you be able to achieve?”
Get it?
Another strategy is to respond to your opponent with humor. Humor diffuses the tension of any given problem; it shows the other person we will not lower ourselves to their level and respond to their stinky vileness nor feed the flames of their disagreeable behavior. An incredibly witty remark can even turn an enemy into a friend. But perhaps most importantly, humor breeds your internal power – as it is the mark of the powerful to be amused by those mistreating them.
Or, as Seneca observed:
Seneca, On the Constancy of the Wise Man, “Some are offended if a barber jostles them; they see an insult in the surliness of a doorkeeper, the arrogance of an attendant, the haughtiness of a valet. What laughter such things should draw! With what satisfaction should your mind be filled when you contrast your peace of mind with the unrest into which others blunder!” When you get upset, the mathematical likelihood of making a BLUNDER on the board increases.
Once in a while, hopefully rarely, we may get busted for being petty or emotional during a game. I again quote Epictetus, from Enchiridion: “If you hear that someone has spoken ill of you, do not make excuses about what was said, but answer: “Evidently he didn’t know about my other faults, or he wouldn’t have spoken only of the ones he did.” Never take yourself too seriously.
Control yourself. There's no such thing as reality. There's only perception. Have a profound response based on choice. Remember, only dogs get mad.
So I’ve been trying to decide if I should write and if anyone cares, but if I don’t care, who will prevaricate (caring to prevaricate)? Applying irony and paradox, not to mention poetic license. Yes, my odd sense of humor is at work here.
I’ll start with a poem I just wrote:
Permanent Déjà vu
Over Thinker’s Anonymous
Overthinkers?
Over Thinkers...'Anonymous'?
One word or two, and should I
rhyme just to please YOU (mirror talk)?
...and anonymous? Doesn't everybody overthink
through an Over Soul? Oversoul?
Isn't every poem
the same poem
but in different or 'other' words (otherwords?)
like a dictionary and the Bible have the exact words
in a different order?
poetic moral compasses are so funny, even ridiculous,
like starting a sentence with capitalization
and ending with arbitrary markers
A.I. shows 'soul' is Cliche, but until now, I haven't used it.
I said Soul, not 'soul' (unless you count oversoul).
Now I have 2 Cliches (not two souls).
UGH...three Cliches. Or is it 3 & 1/2?
Anyway, you know the torture we put ourselves through when writing.
I'm redundant, therefore, I Am
I feel, therefore, I think I Am.
Since Feeling is First (ee cummings)
I in...wherever or whatever...is different for Northerners than Southerners. Southerners say AMEN the house. Northerners, I'm in the house.
The written word(s) don't always capture the Soul of a thing.
"and death i think is no parenthesis"
© Timothy G Cameron
OK, IF you got this far, you rock because you’ve acquired enough patience to Drop the Rock. Paradoxal Humor.
I’m way behind in my writing Blogs and Newsletters. My regular Subscribers know this already.
To my new Sunscribers, welcome to my madness.
So, a dynamic blend of trust and questions. I refuse to use A.I. to help me write. It’s tempting to sound more professional and engaging in proven ways, but I don’t think AI understands the poetic heart. Smart people sometimes forego inflection in the transmission of information. Yes, I admire their intelligence and even depend on it sometimes, yet they sound like a computer to me. I use spell-checking technology, but even that causes many headaches, as it has no clue about poetic metaphor AND is fussy (it doesn’t detect obvious misspelling errors, shows it’s running, but isn’t, much like a person addicted to political opinion).
So, in Timothy’s life, what’s going on?
I moved to a new city and now have an odd collection of responsibilities, desires, and time constraints (priorities) competing with old paradigms and patterns. I don’t prioritize well, as I am always like a comedian pulled by the gravity of metamorphizing types of matrix rabbit holes Beyond Good & Evil. The end product of musings warms my creative heart and is the meaning of life for me to touch hearts and minds this way, but it doesn’t put organic, non-GMO food on my table. It doesn’t pay the bills, and probably, like many of us in today’s economy, we’re looking to make ends meet.
I’m still speaking to DWI audiences, which helps me feel I’m using my life to help people, which is everything to me. I’m working to dismantle the locksteps of guilt paradigms that weigh people down. Sometimes, people get caught up in believing guilt is the only good part of who they are. If they let go of their guilt, the good part of themselves will wither and die, and they’ll go even farther into their self-made hell. Addicts and alcoholics do this. They have consequences for their problems and hate what they did. They think the part of themselves that hates what they did is the good part of themselves. If they quit hating what they did, the good part dies. Ironically, the Glittering Guild Guilt-Trip keeps them trapped in the revolving door, spiraling devolution.
likelihood of experiencing a way out of self-injurious
