October 22, 2004

  • The Promises –

    –wherein
    Susitna Sue, your sourdough cornball philosopher, dissects a key facet
    of AA dogma and distorts it into the keystone of her own New Age
    paradigm.

    Disclaimer:  Although I am currently an active member of both
    Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous, and have received
    substantial help from an online version of Food Addicts Anonymous, I am
    not a True Believer.  The Twelve Steps were introduced to me in
    prison over thirty years ago in a generic version and I used them then
    to achieve a tenuous abstinence from my addiction to
    amphetamines.  However, it was not until I experienced Reality
    Attack Therapy a few years later that I transcended my addiction.  

    I am a twelve-step heretic.  Don’t read my writings if you depend
    on a belief in the steps and the program and they are working for
    you.  I go to meetings to do twelfth step work and to be among
    fellow dope fiends, but I work a program with some radical
    differences.  One area where I diverge from the 12-step party line
    is at their belief that addiction is an incurable disease.  I have
    known too many people (including myself) who have transcended
    addictions to swallow that line.

    The AA Promises

    If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are half way through.

    We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness.

    We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it.

    We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace.

    No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others.

    That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.

    We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in our fellows.

    Self-seeking will slip away.

    Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change.

    Fear of people and of economic insecurity will leave us.

    We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us.

    We will suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.

     

    Are these extravagant promises? We think not.

    They are being fulfilled among us – sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.

    They will always materialize if we work for them.

    The, “phase of our development,” about which this passage from the Big
    Book speaks is Step Nine, making amends to those we have harmed. 
    This presupposes that one has already worked steps one through eight,
    as well.

    Please note that nowhere in those promises does it say we will stop
    using alcohol.  That’s the part of the program that is left
    entirely up to the individual alcoholic.  Many times I’ve heard it
    said that the program (whether AA, NA, FAA, SLAA, GA, whatever) won’t
    stop you from indulging the addiction, but will certainly take all the
    fun out of it.

    The Promises comprise one of my favorite parts of the AA program. 
    Occasionally at a meeting I will pick up the laminated sheet and read
    them aloud to the group.  Once when no one had a topic to suggest
    for the meeting, I suggested The Promises.  I’ve been at a few
    meetings when others suggested The Promises as a topic.  They are
    always good meetings.

    Once, at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, Greyfox brought up The Promises
    and after he’d talked a bit about how he was transcending his
    insecurities, someone “reminded” him (of a fact he never knew because
    although he holds the position of Literature Person in our group, keeps
    the inventory of books and pamphlets current and sells the program books, he has
    never bothered to read them) that NA does not subscribe to the AA
    Promises.


    The Promise

    Narcotics Anonymous offers only one promise… Freedom from active addiction.

    I find this interesting, that the old original 12-step program promises
    just about every spiritual benefit but doesn’t pledge freedom from
    drinking, while its daughter program promises only the freedom from
    using.  Go figure.  Still, despite that promise, many in NA
    use the old, “won’t keep you from using, but will spoil it for you,”
    line.

    But I digress.  I was going to dissect and distort here, so here goes –

    Thank God that the Steps use the phrase, “God as we understood Him,” or
    I’d be out of there in a flash.  The God of my understanding is
    not a Him, for starters.  My diety is genderless, incorporeal,
    omnipresent.  It resides not OUT THERE somewhere but within my
    essence.  A huge leap upward in my spiritual development occurred
    when I grokked the concept, “Thou art God!”

    I reconcile the promises with my BS (belief system) by altering the
    phrasing of that bit about how we, “will suddenly realize that God is
    doing for us what we could not do for ourselves,” and inferring that
    the “self” involved there is the lower self, the “Human Biological
    Machine,” as E. J. Gold terms it, and the God is the Higher Self, the
    essential self, the “Thought Adjuster” to use Urantian terminology.

    That is truly the only “distortion” or correction I need to make to
    those promises, except for a minor quibble over whether it is truly the
    amends that make the difference and not the gestalt of the entire
    spiritual process.  The reason I took to the promises so quickly
    and wholeheartedly a year and a half ago when I first heard them is
    that they are so eloquently true for me.  They resound with truth
    within my soul.  I recognize them as some of the beneifts that
    came to me as I grew on my own metaphysical path.

    The, “amazed before we are halfway through,” is particularly
    fitting.  I’ve not managed to make all the amends I have to
    make.  I’ve completed the eighth step, know who I hurt and how and
    have become willing to make amends.  I have made my indirect
    amends and continue to do so.  There are just some cases where I
    have been prevented from making direct amends, but still have the
    intention to try.

    Otherwise, I’ve realized everything promised there:

    We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness.

    Yes to the “freedom and… happiness.”  That did not occur for me
    in the “spiritual kindergarten” (the Founder’s words) of AA or it’s offshoot NA, however,
    but a quarter century earlier, through a combination of radical
    psychotherapy and the New Age metaphysics of the Urantia Book.

    We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it.

    I do not regret the past and rather than seeking to shut the door on
    it, I seek to recall as much as I can and write it all down in my
    memoirs.

    We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace.

    I do comprehend “serenity” and though turmoil comes and goes my natural
    state is peace.  That deep understanding of serenity came to me in
    prison as I read Paramahansa Yogananda’s Autobiography of a Yogi
    His thoughts on “serene acceptance” merged with the serenity prayer I
    found in that generic 12-step article in a magazine I read around the
    same time.

    Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;

    the courage to change the things I can;

    and the wisdom to know the difference.

     Ever since then, there has been no way for me to separate the
    ideas of serenity, courage and wisdom.  Each one is nothing
    without the others.

    No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others.

    I did go fairly “far down the scale,” in fact I hit bottom several
    times — one for each of several drugs, and for each of a number of
    non-substance addictions.  
    If I did not see that my experience can benefit others, you Xangans
    would set me straight.  I don’t even need to write new memoir
    segments to get comments and guestbook entries with testimonials of how
    my autobiography is reaching and inspiring some of you through those
    links in my sidebar.  

    I didn’t do it for you originally, really.  I devised that way of
    organizing my memoirs so that I could find all the entries for editing
    into a finished version, and to forestall questions about things I’d
    already written.  It’s great knowing that others get something out
    of it, too.

    That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.

    The old, “uselessness and self-pity…”  Yes, I remember
    that.  “Why me?” I used to ask, and “Why bother?”  I no
    longer ask.  It’s not that I got the answers, it’s just that I
    stopped asking.  That bullshit fell away with Dick Sutphen’s New
    Age Bushido training… that, and the Bene Gesserit Litany against
    Fear
    .  In Dick’s BS, the Warrior doesn’t ask “unevolved ‘why’
    questions.”  If you never read Frank Herbert’s Dune series or don’t remember, the Litany goes like this:

    I must not fear.

    Fear is the mind-killer.

    Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

    I will face my fear.

    I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

    And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

    Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

    Only I will remain.

    We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in our fellows.
    Self-seeking will slip away.

    To my way of thinking, selfishness is a manifestation of fear and as
    fear falls away so does self-seeking.  When one realizes one’s
    Oneness with All, then Self takes on a new meaning.

    Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change.

    My “attitude and outlook upon life” have changed radically since the
    first half of this lifetime.  I have nothing to fear from any
    person.  Economic insecurity — what a waste of energy that would
    be!  Given the state of my finances and my frequent inability to
    work, if I were inclined toward that attitude I’d worry myself to death.

    If I were ever to need a reminder of that, I wouldn’t have to look very
    far to find one.  My Old Fart, Greyfox bobs up from his insecurity
    from time to time, then sinks back into that morass.  More than
    one of my friends here at Xanga, other family members, neighbors and
    associates in 12-step groups… examples of the painful futility of
    economic insecurity abound.  Not the least of all of its
    consequences is the way it tends to make us look foolish as we pursue
    the almighty dollar.  Oh, the schemes and daydreams!

    We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us.

    I do “intuitively know how to handle situations that used to baffle”
    me.  Chalk some of that up to experience, and the rest of the
    credit goes to Spirit.  In the days and years of my bafflement,
    first I found oracles:  the Tarot, Runes, crystals and the
    like.  I used them to answer my own questions a lot, then started
    using them in service to others.  One greatly enlightening
    unanticipated consequence of that was that I found a set of “stock
    answers” to common questions.  

    I have come to think of them as pillars of reality, laws of the
    universe or rules of conduct.  Most are as simple as these:  

    Don’t move away from something you fear.  Look instead for the positive outcome you desire and move toward it.

    Any thought that makes you uncomfortable, that you tend to shy away from, needs to be examined closely.  Face your fears.

    I’m pretty good at pattern recognition, and once I began to see how
    such bits of wisdom were being channeled through me for my clients over
    and over again, I made them part of my lifeway, and now apply them
    “intuitively”.  One of the things I’ve done with the KaiOaty site
    was to incorporate as many of them as I can think of into the FAQs, for
    the benefit of all.

    When any situation arises that’s not covered in my “rules of reality,”
    then I just ask Spirit how to handle it.  That’s the “conscious
    contact with God.” which features prominently in the 12 Steps. 
    For me, the Serenity Prayer is the HEART of those programs, and the
    conscious contact with Spirit is the SOUL.  In the program I work
    there isn’t and never has been a “sponsor” for me, except for
    Spirit.  This, to some, is heresy.

    It tends to piss off some of the True Believers and party-line
    followers at 12-step meetings when I talk about HOW I came around to
    the realizations of the promises, and how I relate on a
    moment-to-moment basis with Spirit instead of having a routine of
    getting down on my knees as soon as I’m out of bed in the morning as
    some of them recommend.  To them the fact that I reached
    all that outside the Program somehow invalidates the program.

    I don’t see it that way.  I see it as independent corroboration of
    the validity of the spiritual principles the founders incorporated into
    the program.  Knowing that those men in the Oxford Group
    eighty-some years ago came up with some of the same New Age
    metaphysical principles that I picked up on my own path half a century
    after they did, makes the Steps and the Promises they codified all the
    more valid to me.
     
    Unfortunately, many who have followed them have lost sight of the
    spiritual principles and have sought to find some magic in the
    code.  Theirs (those benighted True Believers) is a program of
    fear and denial, and my voice of dissent to which they shut their minds
    at their meetings can just piss them off for all I care.  That old
    revolving door is there for their use.  Maybe on one of their
    trips back around they’ll get it and get with the program.

     

Comments (11)

  • I kind of skimmed that but will have to really read it when my mind if a little more focused. My father who has been addicted to various substances since before my birth (primarily pot) started going to NA this year and has been clean since then. It’s hard for me to even imagine him being totally drug free, much less following the 12 steps. I’m curious.

    I found out this morning that my 14 year old niece, who shares my first name, has been hospitalized because she can’t ingest anything that she doesn’t vomit back up. There’s something wrong with her intestines. Her symptoms are exactly what I went through as a baby when my intestine twisted unnaturally. I nearly died, partially of course because I was a newborn. I’m not sure what if anything to make of this parallel, except hopefully that she to will get better.

  • Wow. As someone who just got out of rehab yesterday and is now locking themselves into a twelve-step program, this was a very interesting and enlightening read.

    I have the same sort of spiritual qualms. My ‘God’ is also devoid of things like gender, location, and form, but is rather all locations and all forms. More a ‘Sprit of the Universe underlying the totality of all things’ as the Big Book puts it. And while I do need to get down on my knees morning and night, it is not so much to communicate God but to put myself in the proper frame of mind to realize that my every action and thought is communicating with him. Although I see myself as being part of the whole, I do not see myself AS the whole, or even an independant reflection of it. Too close to making myself a Little God free to run riot. I view God a sentient totality present in all things, and I see his existence manifest in the interdependant nature of reality. And my own existence and perception are merely one facet of this great sentience.

    “When one realizes one’s Oneness with All, then Self takes on a new meaning.”

    This is what I am going through right now. And it’s enacting with me, once again as put by the Big Book, an ‘entire psychic change’ that I still haven’t quite managed to wrap my mind around. But I’m getting there. And staying sober in the meantime.

    Thanks for sharing all these thoughts. It’s good to hear from someone else who both relishes the fellowship that AA and NA are built on, yet doesn’t tether themselves entirely to their principles and tenets.

  • Hi sweety.  Great blog–of course, here you are preaching to the choir, so to speak.  On step 8, though–no way can I do it as written.  I spent so much time in blackouts, and driving at that, no way do I know who all I may have harmed.  But you have heard this all before, one of my fave tapes.

    Then there’s 12–you had the spiritual awakening WAY before doing all of them.  And so it goes.

    Xanga-gram.  Blah day, feeling uninspired, unmotivated, just sorta going through the  motions of getting ready for the bazaar.  At one level, this reassures me–low to no expectations and all.

    But jeez, I even had to force myself to take a shower, and I was way overdue–that is not like me.

    Bunny boot guy is on my regular spot, if he is there Monday, I have another spot picked out.

    Hope you’re having a better day than I am–and remember, take those meds!  Oh, and I may be asking you for google help tonight–forgot to bring my clipboard or I’d do it myself now.  Been forgetting a LOT of stuff lately.

    Silky is still okay, Smoky was hungry, DIVED into the canned food I gave her.

  • I’ve never taken drugs nor do I drink alcohol, but you know what?, sometimes I wish I could…I suspect that is why you took narcotics and alcohol in the first place… I believe you’ve always known the metaphysical truths.   

    However, what I find as interesting is that you let yourself know the truth again after you let go of those things.  I find it is very difficult at times to dwell among so many sleepwalkers and feel like, scratch that, knowing that I do not fit in.  

    My hats off to you susu for being able to just deal knowing all that you do!  May you continue to be a blessing and blessed.    

  • I must get a picture of it, but I actually did a cross-stitch for my mother with the “Fear” litany…for a totally different reason, of course, but, she keeps it in her room now to remember me, and not how much she fears the road (I’m not sure how much of my blog you’ve ever read….but, well, after my sister, cousin, and sister’s boyfriend died in a car accident, we all went through road fear…I still have a bit of it when in a cab with certain drivers).

    I’m honestly not sure just how much of an addict one needs to be to commit to NA, but I must say, reading your blogs over the course of the past while (I don’t think it’s been a year yet, but probably close!) have made me realize that, well, if I wait until I’m 40 or 50 to quit smoking, I’ll have that much more trouble.  So, I’ve quit again, but, this time with the realization that, not only am I actually more powerful than the cigarette, but I was only smoking because I was bored.  I need to blog that one.  I should remind myself, ha ha. 

    I like the privelege of reading your writings, SuSu.  Getting to read your writings whenever you post them is quite like having a Wise Woman in my back pocket :D   Don’t worry, I’ll be careful not to squish you *ggl*.  I know I have to learn from my own experiences, but knowing that someone strong has already trodden down that path….makes me more secure that there are choices that I need not make.  You are a blessing on Xanga.  You really are :D

    Jeni

  • You are a very wise woman indeed and I enjoy reading you.

    This is helpful too since I know people that are in recovery. Thanks for sharing.

  • to say that addiction is an incurable disease, in my mind, is self-defeating. i’ve known people to go through their whole lives assuming the victim position because of this.

    it’s bullshit.

    ~yukon-jaqz~

  • I don’t know if I make a deep comment about your post because you’ve already expressed it so well yourself and what I would have to add would be merely fluff.  For too many things in life, our fear keeps us from going forward.  That is so true.

  • what you say about us being more alike than the rest of our countries is very very true. i think any sourdough will tell you the same.

    it’s coz we’re Northers.

    glad to make yer aquaintance, by the way. and that liquid kinda….ullulation??? is that the one you mean?

    that’s my favorite. you know…i never thought about the different language deal, but it makes sense…then again, i’ve never had the opportunity to listen to other ravens, holy man, do i ever wish i could right now.

  • I didn’t kinda skim…. I raced through this blog… trying not to spill a drop on the way though it all…

    Ok I had a few fantasies about God being a chick and hot after my ass too…

    That’s just the way I read… Makes it easier for me when I’m listening to someone who’s iq is hotter than my tea..

    How ’bout those Boston Redsocks?

  • I love the Promises  

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