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Health versus Habits

Posted on April 19, 2014 at 7:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Being an alcoholic and checking [x] No, means that I'm a winner today. :)
Sometimes life is as simple as yes or no.  
Sometimes there are other variables in the picture. 
You know what? 

"What is good for one man is not for another, but to the fact that some can rise under a weight which will crush others." 

A TREATISE ON A SOBER LIFE.   Luigi Cornaro(1467-1566), A Noble Venitian.


" Health is so necessary to all the duties, as well as pleasures of life, that the crime of squandering it is equal to the folly;

and he that for a short gratification brings weakness and diseases upon himself, and for the pleasure of a few years, 
condemns the maturer and more experienced part of his life to the chamber and the couch, maybe justly reproached, 
not only as a spend thrift of his own happiness, but as the robber of the  public, as a wretch that has voluntarily disqualified 
himself for the business of his station, and refused that part which Providence assigns him in the general task of human nature."
Dr. Samuel Johnson. 1750

"It is a thing past all doubt, that custom, by time, becomes a second nature, forcing men to use that, whether good or bad, 
to which they have been habituated: nay, we see habit, in many things, get the better of reason.  This is so undeniably true, 
that virtuous men, by conversing with the wicked, very often fall into the same vicious course of life.  The contrary, likewise,
we see sometimes happen; viz. that, as good morals easily change to bad, so bad morals change again to good.  For instance: 
let a wicked man, who was once virtuous, keep company with a virtuous man,  and he will again become virtuous; 
and this alteration can be attributed to nothing but the force of habit, which is, indeed, very great."  L. Cornaro. 1548

http://collections.nlm.nih.gov/catalog/nlm:nlmuid-56710220R-bk

I'm staying sober (with God's and AA's help) because I know that I had a dangerous drinking problem. 

I am dealing with life one day at a time.
Over-dwelling on my issues alone is dangerous.
I will not over-dwell on my issues alone.
I had a dangerous drinking problem.
I will not deal with the irreversability of that alone.

2014 Round UP Beach Meeting in Cape May N.J. Photo 
Sometimes, It's already better.
To Good Health Habits. 
Don't Experiment.
Let's do what is good and necessary for ourselves.

AA Involvement Patterns

Posted on April 12, 2014 at 6:45 AM Comments comments (0)


The Alcohol Research Group is in Oakland CA. (mission)

This is an interesting paper about meeting attendance. :)


Alcoholics anonymous careers: patterns of AA involvement five years after treatment entry.

Kaskutas LA 1, Ammon L, Delucchi K, Room R, Bond J, Weisner C.

Author information   1 Alcohol Research Group, 2000 Hearst Avenue, Suite 300, Berkeley, CA 94709-2176, USA.


Abstract

BACKGROUND: Most formal treatment programs recommend Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) attendance during treatment and as a form of aftercare, but we know very little about treatment seekers' patterns of AA involvement over time and how these relate to abstinence.


METHOD: This paper applies latent class growth curve modeling to longitudinal data from 349 dependent drinkers recruited when they were entering treatment and were re-interviewed at one or more follow-up interviews one, three and five years later, and who reported having attended AA at least once.


RESULTS: Four classes of AA "careers" of meeting attendance emerged: The low AA group mainly just attended AA during the 12 months following treatment entry. The medium and high AA groups were characterized by stable attendance at the second and third follow-ups-at about 60 meetings a year for the medium group and over 200 meetings per year for the high group, followed by slight increases for the medium group and slight decreases for the high group by year five. The declining AA group doubled its meeting attendance postbaseline, to almost 200 meetings during the year following treatment entry, but by year five they were only attending about six meetings on average. Decreases in AA meetings did not necessarily signal disengagement from AA; at the five-year follow-up, a third of the low AA group and over half of the declining AA group said they felt like a member of AA. Activities other than meeting attendance, such as having a sponsor, otherwise paralleled the meeting careers, but social networks were similar by year five. Rates of abstinence by year five (for the past 30 days) were 43% for the low AA group, 73% for the medium group, 79% for the high group and 61% for the declining group. Rates of dependence symptoms and social consequences of drinking did not differ between the groups at year five.


CONCLUSIONS: The prototypical AA careers derived empirically are consistent with anecdotal data about AA meetings: some never connect; some connect but briefly; and others maintain stable (and sometimes quite high) rates of AA attendance. However, contrary to AA lore, many who connect only for a while do well afterwards.


PMID:16340455 [PubMed - indexed for MEDLINE]

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/16340455


The 30 days of abstinance percentages suggest that people with an AA background continue to try to stay sober. :)

If I am heading to a meeting or in a meeting, I'm not drinking. 

I'm heading toward the next meeting.  I haven't arrived yet.


It's already better.

Should Have Known

Posted on April 5, 2014 at 5:50 AM Comments comments (0)


Thirty two months have passed since I had my last drink. In moments of quiet like this one, there is less denial, more surrender. Less perfectionism, more slow progress. More it is what it is, and less resentment. There are several things I should have known about recovery from alcoholism at this point.  I should know them. 


#1 Helping others is what keeps us sober.

It’s the 12th Step of the Twelve Steps and probably the most: “Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.” This is the heart and soul of the program and what you’ll often hear is that we can’t keep what we have without giving it away.  Recovery is not easy or free.  I am extremely selfish/self-centered.  By helping other alcoholics, I am also helping my own recovery. 


#2 Marijuana maintenance doesn’t work.

Once we get clean and sober, we’re feeling better, a lot better. Sometimes, people think that they can smoke marijuana, as long as they’re not drinking or using other drugs. The problem with this thinking is that marijuana still IS a drug. And so, it’s not being clean and sober if you’re smoking pot.  Some may argue that marijuana is a natural substance, but so are alcohol (hops is also a plant), cocaine (plant), heroin (plant)...


#3 SuWUCHI and ROOTS drinks in places that sell jerk chicken and chinese stuff are alcoholic.

…or anything else mood or mind-altering even if it wasn’t your drug of choice when you were using. So many times, I have heard people share that they went to treatment in the past for one substance and, when they got clean, started using something else because it wasn’t there original DOC. Guess what happened? They ended up in drunk again.  Being an alcoholic means that we have to stay away from all substances.


#4 That I'm still a little crazy. 

Two years sounds like a long time but, really it’s just a drop in the bucket. Think of it this way: when I first got sober, that’s like being born again so,  after two years, that baby is still only a two year old.  All the substances are out of my system, but I'm still re-learning how to live without substances.  Oftentimes, I'm still working through issues and emotions.


At 2 3/4 years sober, I find that I still have some bad habits – “alcoholic behaviors.” That’s because being an alcoholic really has nothing to do with  alcohol. It’s about behaviors and a a thought process that something external will bring us internal happiness. So, careful with acting out – through sex, relationships, gambling, gaming, being online all the time – basically, behaviors that I can take to the extreme and use in order to avoid feelings.

 

#5  That I might still be suffering consequences.


At times in active alcoholism and early recovery, I broke rules and relationships.  When I got sober, things got a lot better but, in the first years of sobriety, I'm still often dealing with the fallout of it all.  So I am being patient with myself and should be patient with others also. 


It gets more better, one day at a time

One Day at a Time

Posted on March 30, 2014 at 12:55 AM Comments comments (0)


Is the slogan "One Day At A Time" in the Big Book?

If not where does it come from?

"One Day At A Time" is not in the main text of The Big Book.

It is not on p. 135 with the three other slogans.

 

The phrase "One Day at a Time" does appear at the end of The Oxford Group pamphlet called The Four Absolutes.


The booklet ends with:

"Remember our four questions, "Is it true or false?", "Is it right or wrong?", "How will this affect the other fellow?", and "Is it ugly or beautiful?". Answering these queries every day with absolute integrity, and following the dictates of those answers one day at a time, will surely lead us well on our journey toward absorbing and applying the Absolutes."


AA grew out of The Oxford Group and the pamphlet pre-dates the beginning of AA, so this could be a source for the phrase. 

 

"One Day At A Time" does appear in many personal stories published in The Big Book and appears in other AA literature as well.  It can be found in As Bill Sees It and Twelve Concepts for World Service among other books and pamphlets."


On p.188, "Alcoholics Anonymous Number Three", Fourth Edition Big Book, Alcoholics Anonymous World Service, Bill Dotson says:

"The next question they asked was, “You can quit twenty-four hours, can’t you?”  I said, “Sure, yes, any­body can do that, for twenty-four hours.” They said, “That’s what we’re talking about. Just twenty-four hours at a time.”  That sure did take a load off of my mind.  Every time I’d start thinking about drinking, I would think of the long, dry years ahead without hav­ing a drink; but this idea of twenty-four hours, that it was up to me from then on, was a lot of help."


Bill Dotson does not precisely say "One Day at a Time".


Matthew 6:34 ASV,  "Be not therefore anxious for the morrow: for the morrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil  thereof.", does not precisely say "One Day at a Time".


Another pre-AA source from http://quoteinvestigator.com/2012/07/26/just-for-today/

Quote Investigator: The earliest instance of closely matching text located by QI was dated 1921 in the Boston Globe. The author was Frank Crane who wrote a newspaper column called “DR CRANE SAYS”. The piece contained a set of ten daily suggestions and was titled “Just for Today”

Here are ten resolutions to make when you awake in the morning.

They are Just for One Day. Think of them not as a life task but as a day’s work.

These things will give you pleasure. Yet they require will power. You don’t need resolutions to do what is easy.

1. Just for Today, I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life-problem at once. I can do some things for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt I had to keep them up for a lifetime.

2. Just for Today, I will be Happy. This assumes that what Abraham Lincoln said is true, that “most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” Happiness is from Within; it is not a matter of Externals.

3. Just for Today, I will Adjust myself to what Is, and not try to Adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my family, my business, and my luck as they come, and fit myself to them.

4. Just for Today, I will take care of my Body. I will exercise it, care for it, and nourish it, and not abuse it nor neglect it; so that it will be a perfect machine for my will.

5. Just for Today, I will try to strengthen my mind, I will study. I will learn something useful, I will not be a mental loafer all day. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.

6. Just for Today, I will exercise my Soul. In three ways, to wit:

(a) I will do somebody a good turn and not get found out. If anybody knows of it, it will not count.

(b) I will do at least two things I don’t want to do, as William James suggests just for exercise.

(c) I will not show any one that my feelings are hurt. They may be hurt, but Today I will not show it.

7. Just for To-day, I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress as becomingly as possible,  talk low,  act courteously, be liberal with flattery, criticize not one bit  nor find fault with anything, and not try to regulate nor improve anybody.

8. Just for Today, I will have a Programme. I will write down just what I expect to do every hour. I may not follow it exactly, but I’ll have it. It will save me from the two pests Hurry and Indecision.

9. Just for Today, I will have a quiet half hour, all by myself, and relax. During this half hour, some time, I will think of God, so as to get a little more perspective to my life.

10. Just for Today, I will be Unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to be Happy, to enjoy what is Beautiful, to love and to believe that those I love love me.

(Copyright, 1921 by Frank Crane)

The copyright statement at the end of the column suggested that Crane was claiming authorship.  (Special note: Since the text above was published in the U.S. before 1923 QI believes that the copyright has now expired and the essay is in the public domain in the U.S.)  But QI is not certain that Crane originated the entire list of statements.  Oddly, in 1932 a nearly identical set of ten resolutions was published in the Christian Science Monitor.  However, Frank Crane’s name was not mentioned.  Instead, the words were attributed to “Hugh Barret Dobbs”.  This probably was a misspelling of the name of Hugh Barrett Dobbs who was a popular radio entertainer.

Not precisely "One Day at a Time".


After a Big Book/12and12 Book search, I found that the word One occurs 344 times, Day occurs 111 times and Time occurs 202 times.  Those three words are some of the most occuring words in those two books.  The words just do not occur together precisely.


Coincidently, in the Big Book, the phrases " at one time" and "One day" occur on p.136, two paragraphs after the slogans "First Things First", Live and Let Live" and "Easy Does It" which occur at the bottom of the previous page.

I suppose just happened, maybe in the 60's .

It's better already.

Spring into Spring in AA

Posted on March 22, 2014 at 7:35 AM Comments comments (0)



Anytime of the year is a good time to get sober.  Anytime.  For me, when the weather started getting nicer and my life was getting worse and worse, I would then think about getting sober.  Once upon a few times, when I eventally needed to get sober because my alcoholism was so bad, it was Springtime.  Getting sober for real involves traveling around town to some easy to find AA meetings.  There, I learn from people just like me.  There are so many meetings.  I can just search the word spring and all these meetings and events have the word spring in them.


Meeting: SPRINGFIELD MONDAY NIGHT

Address: Church of the Redeemer, W. Springfield & Hillcrest Rds.

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Monday at 8:00 pm

Type: CD

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: THE FRIENDS

Address: Princeton Presbyterian Ch., 933 Baltimore Pike & Church Rd.

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Sunday at 8:30 pm

Type: OD

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: SAFARI

Address: Princeton Presbyterian Church, 933 Baltimore Pike

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Tuesday at 7:30 pm

Type: CS

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: SINGLENESS OF PURPOSE

Address: St. Matthew's UCC, Route 401 & St. Matthew's Rd.

Neighborhood: CHESTER SPRINGS

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Friday at 7:30 pm

Type: CS/T

Wheelchair Accessible: Yes

 

Meeting: JOY OF LIVING (DELCO)

Address: St. Francis of Assisi Ch., Conway Hall, Saxer Ave. & Rolling Rd.

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Thursday at 8:30 pm

Type: CD

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: SERIOUS BUSINESS

Address: St. Matthew's UCC, Rt. 401 & St. Matthews Rd.

Neighborhood: CHESTER SPRINGS

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Tuesday at 7:30 pm

Type: CBB

Wheelchair Accessible: Yes

 

Meeting: COURAGE TO HEAL

Address: First Presbyterian Church, Summit & Cascade Rds., Springfield, PA 19064

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Thursday at 6:30 pm

Type: OST

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: THE DELCO OLDTIMERS

Address: Princeton Presbyterian Ch., 933 Baltimore Pike & Church Rd, Springfield, PA.

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Friday at 7:00 pm

Type: OT

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: SPRINGFORD

Address: Royersford Baptist Ch., S. Lewis & Vaughn Rds.

Neighborhood: SPRINGFORD

County: MONTGOMERY COUNTY

Day/Time: Thursday at 8:00 pm

Type: OD

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: GRATEFUL LIVING

Address: St. Matthew's UCC Ch., Rt. 401 & St. Matthews Rd.

Neighborhood: CHESTER SPRINGS

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Saturday at 7:30 pm

Type: OV

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: BOOK STUDY GROUP

Address: St. Joseph Cath. Church (Parish House) 3640 Schuykill Road

Neighborhood: SPRING CITY

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Monday at 7:00 pm

Type: CL

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: BACK TO BASICS

Address: Spring City United Methodist Ch., Church & Broad Sts.

Neighborhood: SPRING CITY

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Monday at 8:00 pm

Type: CD

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: LAST SUNDAY of the MONTH BREAKFAST MEETING

Address: Somerton Springs Swim Club, Bustleton Ave & County Line Rd.

Neighborhood: FEASTERVILLE

County: BUCKS COUNTY

Day/Time: Sunday at 8:45 am

Type: OS

Wheelchair Accessible: Yes


Meeting: BOOK STUDY GROUP

Address: St. Joseph Cath. Church (Parish House) 3640 Schuykill Road

Neighborhood: SPRING CITY

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Thursday at 7:00 pm

Type: CST

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: BONNIE BRAE

Address: Zion Lutheran Ch., Rt. 724 & Bonnie Brae Rd.

Neighborhood: SPRING CITY

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Monday at 7:00 pm

Type: OBB

Wheelchair Accessible: No


Meeting: MOVERS AND SHAKERS

Address: St. Matthew's U.C.C., Route 401 & St. Matthew's Road, Chester Springs, PA 19425

Neighborhood: CHESTER SPRINGS

County: CHESTER COUNTY

Day/Time: Monday at 7:30 am

Type: CD

Wheelchair Accessible: Yes


Meeting: HAVERTOWN SPRINGFIELD

Address: St. Kevin's Catholic Ch, Rt. 320 (next to Springfield CC)

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Wednesday at 8:00 pm

Type: OSD

Wheelchair Accessible: Yes


Meeting: ALIVE AGAIN

Address: St. Kevin's Catholic Church, 200 W. Sproul Road

Neighborhood: SPRINGFIELD

County: DELAWARE COUNTY

Day/Time: Sunday at 8:00 pm

Type: OD

Wheelchair Accessible: Yes


If I could ever get myself out of town, I could attend AA meetings or events around the World.

Ecuador has nice Spring weather year round, perpetual Spring and AA meetings.


AA Meetings in English (Cuenca):  There are English speaking AA meetings in Cuenca at noon every day of the week. The meetings are at Borrero 7-68 between Sucre and Presidente Cordova, Second floor, room facing the street.


There are big Springtime AA events in Arkansas and at the New Jersey Shore.

The 38th Annual                                  

SPRINGTIME IN THE OZARKS CONVENTION

April 17, 18, 19 and 20, 2014

Best Western Inn of the Ozarks Convention Center

Eureka Springs, Arkansas

479-253-9768

THEME:    "...moments sublime with intervals hilarious.

           

April 11, 12 and 13, 2014:  SEPIA ANNUAL ROUND UP

Grand Hotel of Cape May, 1045 Beach Avenue, Cape May, NJ   

Send check payable to "SEPIA Round Up" and registration form to:

SEPIA ROUND-UP

444 N 3rd St Ste 3E

Spring Garden, Northern Liberties

Philadelphia, PA 19123


AA Fellowship People, AA Fellowship Places and Things, One Spring Day at a Time.

It's already better.

A Tale of Alcoholic Supernaturality

Posted on March 15, 2014 at 7:20 AM Comments comments (0)

THE BLACK CAT by Edgar Allen Poe Illustration for “The Black Cat” by Aubrey Beardsley (1894–1895).

For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified — have tortured — have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror — to many they will seem less terrible than barroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place — some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects.

From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, and in my manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial with my own. Observing my partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring those of the most agreeable kind. We had birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat.

This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. Not that she was ever serious upon this point — and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just now, to be remembered.

Pluto — this was the cat's name — was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even with difficulty that I could prevent him from following me through the streets.

Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and character — through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance (alcoholism)— had (I blush to confess it) experienced a radical alteration for the worse. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. I suffered myself to use intemperate language to my wife. At length, I even offered her personal violence. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. I not only neglected, but ill-used them. For Pluto, however, I still retained sufficient regard to restrain me from maltreating him, as I made no scruple of maltreating the rabbits, the monkey, or even the dog, when by accident, or through affection, they came in my way. But my disease grew upon me — for what disease is like Alcohol! — and at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish — even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.

One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

When reason returned with the morning — when I had slept off the fumes of the night's debauch — I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed.

In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true, a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the house as usual, but, as might be expected, fled in extreme terror at my approach. I had so much of my old heart left, as to be at first grieved by this evident dislike on the part of a creature which had once so loved me. But this feeling soon gave place to irritation. And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart — one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself — to offer violence to its own nature — to do wrong for the wrong's sake only — that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing wore possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts — and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire — a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with very minute and eager attention. The words "strange!" "singular!" and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an accuracy truly marvellous. There was a rope about the animal's neck.

When I first beheld this apparition — for I could scarcely regard it as less — my wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length reflection came to my aid. The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house. Upon the alarm of fire, this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd — by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber. This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep. The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, with the flames, and the ammonia from the carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.

Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse. I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same species, and of somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place.

One night as I sat, half stupified, in a den of more than infamy, my attention was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogsheads (63 gallons) of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment. I had been looking steadily at the top of this hogshead for some minutes, and what now caused me surprise was the fact that I had not sooner perceived the object thereupon. I approached it, and touched it with my hand. It was a black cat — a very large one — fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one. Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indefinite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast. Upon my touching him, he immediately arose, purred loudly, rubbed against my hand, and appeared delighted with my notice. This, then, was the very creature of which I was in search. I at once offered to purchase it of the landlord; but this person made no claim to it — knew nothing of it — had never seen it before.

I continued my caresses, and, when I prepared to go home, the animal evinced a disposition to accompany me. I permitted it to do so; occasionally stooping and patting it as I proceeded. When it reached the house it domesticated itself at once, and became immediately a great favorite with my wife.

For my own part, I soon found a dislike to it arising within me. This was just the reverse of what I had anticipated; but — I know not how or why it was — its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed. By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred. I avoided the creature; a certain sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from physically abusing it. I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it; but gradually — very gradually — I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.

What added, no doubt, to my hatred of the beast, was the discovery, on the morning after I brought it home, that, like Pluto, it also had been deprived of one of its eyes. This circumstance, however, only endeared it to my wife, who, as I have already said, possessed, in a high degree, that humanity of feeling which had once been my distinguishing trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures.

With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chiefly — let me confess it at once — by absolute dread of the beast.

This dread was not exactly a dread of physical evil — and yet I should be at a loss how otherwise to define it. I am almost ashamed to own — yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own — that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the merest chimaeras it would be possible to conceive. My wife had called my attention, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair, of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the strange beast and the one I had destroyed. The reader will remember that this mark, although large, had been originally very indefinite; but, by slow degrees — degrees nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my Reason struggled to reject as fanciful — it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distinctness of outline. It was now the representation of an object that I shudder to name — and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared — it was now, I say, the image of a hideous — of a ghastly thing — of the GALLOWS! — oh, mournful and terrible engine of Horror and of Crime — of Agony and of Death!

And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere Humanity. And a brute beast — whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed — a brute beast to work out for me — for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God — so much of insufferable wo! Alas! neither by day nor by night knew I the blessing of Rest any more! During the former the creature left me no moment alone; and, in the latter, I started, hourly, from dreams of unutterable fear, to find the hot breath of the thing upon my face, and its vast weight — an incarnate Night-Mare that I had no power to shake off — incumbent eternally upon my heart!

 

Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates — the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while, from the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas! was the most usual and the most patient of sufferers.

One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the cellar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by the interference, into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.

This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbors. Many projects entered my mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard — about packing it in a box, as if merchandize, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the house. Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of these. I determined to wall it up in the cellar — as the monks of the middle ages are recorded to have walled up their victims.

For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening. Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection, caused by a false chimney, or fireplace, that had been filled up, and made to resemble the red of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily displace the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up as before, so that no eye could detect any thing suspicious. And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crow-bar I easily dislodged the bricks, and, having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while, with little trouble, I re-laid the whole structure as it originally stood. Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and with this I very carefully went over the new brickwork. When I had finished, I felt satisfied that all was right. The wall did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the floor was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and said to myself — "Here at least, then, my labor has not been in vain."

My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of so much wretchedness; for I had, at length, firmly resolved to put it to death. Had I been able to meet with it, at the moment, there could have been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forebore to present itself in my present mood. It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night — and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul!

The second and the third day passed, and still my tormentor came not. Once again I breathed as a freeman. The monster, in terror, had fled the premises forever! I should behold it no more! My happiness was supreme! The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. Some few inquiries had been made, but these had been readily answered. Even a search had been instituted — but of course nothing was to be discovered. I looked upon my future felicity as secured.

Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of the police came, very unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make rigorous investigation of the premises. Secure, however, in the inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassment whatever. The officers bade me accompany them in their search. They left no nook or corner unexplored. At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended into the cellar. I quivered not in a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to and fro. The police were thoroughly satisfied and prepared to depart. The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness.

"Gentlemen," I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, "I delight to have allayed your suspicions. I wish you all health, and a little more courtesy. By the bye, gentlemen, this — this is a very well constructed house." [In the rabid desire to say something easily, I scarcely knew what I uttered at all.] — "I may say an excellently well constructed house. These walls are you going, gentlemen? — these walls are solidly put together;" and here, through the mere phrenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily, with a cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick-work behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom.

But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch-Fiend! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb! — by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman — a howl — a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the dammed in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation.

Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to the opposite wall. For one instant the party upon the stairs remained motionless, through extremity of terror and of awe. In the next, a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The corpse, already greatly decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!

Ashes to Ashes

Posted on March 8, 2014 at 6:45 AM Comments comments (0)


"A mystery man who died at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting in 2001 has finally been identified.


Milwaukee County officials have identified a man who died more than 12 years ago while trying to get help for his drinking problem at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.


The man had no identification and no one at the Milwaukee AA meeting knew him. No family or friends ever came forward to positively identify him.  Thanks to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System at the U.S. Department of Justice, the man has been identified as ******** ******* 53, and his remaining family notified.


No one knew the name of 53-year-old ******** ******* when he walked into the Milwaukee meeting in 2001 and no friends or family came forward following his sudden death.


He had no identification on him when he collapsed beneath a sign that read, ‘But for the grace of God...’


Tests later revealed he died from a withdrawal seizure due to chronic alcoholism.


When he died, he had no alcohol or drugs in his system."


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2516734/Mystery-man-died-alcoholics-anonymous-meeting-divorcee-53-thrown-ex-wifes-house-seen-again.html#ixzz2vN4cwwn5


Wednesday, Mar. 5th was Ash Wednesday, to remind us that someday we will die, hopefully sober.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

It's already better.

IT WORKS

Posted on March 1, 2014 at 6:05 AM Comments comments (0)


Today's  AA Daily Reflections is what I'm reading this morning. 


AA members at meetings often say, "That is exactly what I needed to hear" and then, I often think to myself, "How did they know exactly what they needed to hear?"


Apparently, it's a hunch or a reassuring feeling or perhaps a renewed confidence that AA is still working and making him or her feel "on the AA beam".


Today's Daily Reflections:

IT WORKS

It works — it really does.   ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, p. 88  

When I got sober I initially had faith only in the program of Alcoholics Anonymous.  Desperation and fear kept me sober (and maybe a caring and/or tough sponsor helped!).  Faith in a Higher Power came much later.  This faith came slowly at first, after I began listening to others share at meetings about their experiences — experiences that I had never faced sober, but that they were facing with strength from a Higher Power.  Out of their sharing came hope that I too would — and could — "get" a Higher Power.  In time, I learned that a Higher Power — a faith that works under all conditions — is possible.  Today this faith, plus the honesty, openmindedness and willingness to work the Steps of the program, gives me the serenity that I seek.  It works — it really does.  

From the book Daily Reflections

© Copyright 1990 by Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Inc.  


That's exactly what I needed or wanted to hear/read today...

So what exactly is an AA beam?


The word beam occurs once in the Third Edition Big Book and three times in the 12&12 book ;


"Had I tried honestly and sincerely to practice the Twelve Steps I would have seen that I was getting off the beam - I would have found that there were some active resentments in my life, a terrific amount of self pity." - Alcoholics Anonymous - 3rd. Edition - Page 471

 

1. ... 12&12 Step Nine, p.84   First we will wish to be reasonably certain that we are on the A.A. beam.

 

2. ... 12&12 Step Twelve, p.111   We may often pass through Twelfth Step experiences where we will seem to be temporarily off the beam.

 

3. ... 12&12 Step Twelve, p.112   Without necessarily taking that first drink, we often get quite far off the beam.


In the Webster's Dictionary:

On the beam:  Aeronautic:  on the course indicated by a radio beam, as an airplane on course to its destination.

                         or Informal:  proceeding well; correct; exact:


Then there is the line from the original Star Trek; "Beam me up, Scotty!".

With all of that Star Trek technology, you would think that the Captain would have been able to beam himself up.


"Scotty...I need more power!"

"I'm giving it all she's got Captain."


"Resistance is futile."

Conform.

It works.

It's already better.

Psychic Change

Posted on February 22, 2014 at 4:25 AM Comments comments (0)


What is the necessary psychic change needed for removing alcohol from an alcoholic's life ?


The answers can be found by looking in the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous.


Men and women drink essentially because they like the effect produced by alcohol.  The sensation is so elusive that, while they admit it is injurious, they cannot after a time differentiate the true from the false.  To them, their alcoholic life seems the only normal one.  They are restless, irritable and discontented, unless they can again experience the sense of ease and comfort which comes at once by taking a few drinks—drinks which they see others taking with impunity.  After they have succumbed to the desire again, as so many do, and the phenomenon of craving develops, they pass through the well-known stages of a spree, emerging remorseful, with a firm resolution not to drink again.  This is repeated over and over, and unless this person can experience an entire psychic change there is very little hope of his recovery.  Page xxvii


Once more: The alcoholic at certain times has no effective mental defense against the first drink.  Except in a few rare cases, neither he nor any other human being can provide such a defense.  His defense must come from a Higher Power.  Page 43


Total, complete reliance on a Higher Power so that we can:

..react sanely and normally, and we will find that this has happened automatically.  We will see that our new attitude toward liquor has been given us without any thought or effort on our part. It just comes! That is the miracle of it.  We are not fighting it, neither are we avoiding temptation.  We feel as though we had been placed in a position of neutrality - safe and protected.  We have not even sworn off.  Instead, the problem has been removed.  It does not exist for us.  We are neither cocky nor are we afraid.  That is our experience.  That is how we react so long as we keep in fit spiritual condition.

Alcoholics Anonymous  Page 85

 

Thus begins the journey.  Over a short amount of time the desire to drink naturally disappears and we rely on our higher power to keep us on that right path.  It works and it is working so why worry.  Despite the difficulties of living life on life's terms and of conforming to the demands of the Spirit of the Fellowship, contentment without alcohol can be and is a reality for us.  As the book says, just...


Abandon yourself to God as you understand God.  Admit your faults to Him and to your fellows.  Clear away the wreckage of your past.  Give freely of what you find and join us.  We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit, and you will surely meet some of us as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.

May God bless you and keep you - until then.  Page 164

 

It's already better.

Alcoholic Olympics

Posted on February 15, 2014 at 8:55 AM Comments comments (0)


What Bill Wilson originally penned and what ended up coming off the presses as the text-book for AA does differ, slightly.


"If you aren’t convinced of these vital issues, you ought to reread the book to this point or else throw it away!" was in the original text.


What he meant by vital issues is on page 60 following the 12 Steps:

a. That we were alcoholic and could not manage our own lives

b. That probably no human power could have relieved our alcoholism

c. That God could and would if He were sought


Bill’s suggestion of re-reading the book up to this point for those who are not convinced of the ABCs, is not an attempt at humor.


"We alcoholics are fighting for our lives, or else in a gesture of defeat, we’re drinking ourselves into an early grave. There’s no riding the fence for an alcoholic.  To drink is to give up; to drink is to die or slowly become brain-damaged and disabled first, and then die a tragic alcoholic death.  I’ve met a lot of sober alcoholics that quit drinking for the sole reason that they didn’t want to die like that." 1


It’s a choice.  We can choose continuing to drink or we can discover a better way of living by assessing the reality of our situation and taking the 12 Steps to recover.

 

The statistics of alcoholism have broadened dramatically since the first publication of the text in 1939.  The consumption per capita of alcohol is on the rise or steady depending on where you have lived in the past few years.

 

Citizens of the small, post-Soviet republic of Moldova are the world's biggest drinkers, knocking back the equivalent of more than 18 litres of pure alcohol per year, according to a report released by the World Health Organisation (WHO).


After a financial crash that pushed their government into bankruptcy, the Irish may at last have a good excuse for imbibing like crazy.  And they'll need it:  In the years measured by the World Health Organization, the Irish consumed a staggering 14.1 liters of pure alcohol per capita.


Americans aged 15 and up drink only three-quarters as much alcohol as Europeans, but are far more likely to be involved in fatal alcohol-related accidents or die from other alcohol-related causes.  There’s no single reason Americans are less responsible with alcohol, but some speculate that a higher legal drinking age in the U.S. leads to more destructive underage drinking habits.  Another explanation: Far more Europeans take public transportation home from the bar.


Despite having some of the world’s toughest drunk-driving laws, Russia leads the planet in alcohol-related deaths and other negative effects of excessive drinking.  Only half as many Americans die from alcohol, and only a fifth as many Europeans.  This could be explained by Russia’s rates of binge drinking, which leave the rest of the world in the dust.  Astoundingly, alcohol is a factor in one in five deaths among Russian men. Alcoholism is so epidemic in Russia that it ranks as the country’s No. 1 killer. 2


In Korea, public drunkenness is certainly more tolerated than in America.  Korea has no open container law that is common in the U.S., and no "drunk tank" that rounds up the intoxicated.  In fact, at night around popular hangouts, it is quite common to see people having passed out on the street.


Ugandans consume more alcohol than counterparts in any African country, according to a survey done by US broadcaster Cable News Network (CNN).  In Uganda’s case, the study says patrons generously drink “waragi, also known as war gin.  Though drinking too much inevitably leads to surrender.  Uganda leads its African neighbours for alcohol intake, largely thanks to a it's trade in illegally made gin and a formula of booze made from bananas.




We can not determine a winner.  However, the membership in Alcoholics Anonymous and the number of new groups is still growing world wide.



The judges therefore have decided that Alcoholics Anonymous deserves this gold medal in 2014.



1. http://goodlifenoalcohol.wordpress.com/2012/01/06/step-3-part-2-abcs-of-aa/

2. http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/02/18/drinking-facts-alcohol-problems-around-the-world.html


Throwing the Big Book is not an Alcoholic Olympics event.

It's already better.

Cadillac Problems

Posted on February 8, 2014 at 4:45 AM Comments comments (0)

What comes with sobriety and the 12 steps?  God, family, friends, colleagues and Cadillac problems (problems money can solve) and deeper problems (red beasts).  ( National Wear Red Day was on Feb. 7th in the U.S.A.)



In one of the AA meeetings near me on top of the hill, the chairperson chooses a topic and finds the pages fom As Bill Sees It-Selected Writings by AA 's co-founder Bill Wilson.  We read the pages and share on the topic.  These four As Bill Sees It  pages help me keep my faith in God while I am dealing with adversity.


1.  God Will Not Desert Us, p. 221 (faith and adversity)

 

"Word comes to me that you are making a magnificent stand in adversity--this adversity being the state of your health.  It gives me a chance to express my gratitude for your recovery in A.A. and especially for the demonstration of its principles you are now so inspiringly giving to us all.


"You will be glad to know that A.A.'s have an almost unfailing record in this respect.  This, I think, is because we are so aware that God will not desert us when the chips are down;  indeed, He did not when we were drinking.  And so it should be with the remainder of life.


"Certainly, He does not plan to save us from all troubles and adversity.  Nor, in the end, does He save us from so-called death--since this is but an opening of a door into a new life, where we shall dwell among His many mansions.  Touching these things I know you have a most confident faith."

Letter, 1966 


2.  Meeting Adversity, p. 184 (relapse, failure, setbacks, critisism, restraint, self-examination, calm persuasion and forgiveness)

 

"Our spiritual and emotional growth in A.A. does not depend so deeply upon success as it does upon our failures and setbacks. If you will bear this in mind, I think that your slip will have the effect of kicking you upstairs, instead of down.


"We A.A.'s have had no better teacher than Old Man Adversity, except in those cases where we refuse to let him teach us."

 

"Now and then all of us fall under heavy criticism.  When we are angered and hurt, it's difficult not to retaliate in kind.  Yet we can restrain ourselves and then probe ourselves, asking whether our critics were really right.  If so, we can admit our defects to them.  This usually clears the air for mutual understanding.


"Suppose our critics are being unfair.  Then we can try calm persuasion.  If they continue to rant, it is still possible for us--in our hearts--to forgive them.  Maybe a sense of humor can be our saving grace--thus we can both forgive and forget."

1. Letter, 1958

2. Letter, 1966


3.  Imaginary Perfection, p. 181 (spiritual pride and progress not perfection)

 

When we early A.A.'s got our first glimmer of how spiritually prideful we could be, we coined this expression:  "Don't try to be a saint by Thursday!"


That old time admonition may look like another of those handy alibis that can excuse us from trying for our best.  Yet a closer view reveals just the contrary.  This is our A.A. way of warning against pride-blindness, and the imaginary perfections that we do not possess.

 

Only Step One, where we made the 100 per cent admission that we were powerless over alcohol, can be practiced with absolute perfection.  The remaining eleven Steps state perfect ideals.  They are goals toward which we look, and the measuring sticks by which we estimate our progress.

1. Grapevine, June 1961

2. 12 & 12, p. 68


4.  Down To Earth, p. 178 (reality, sane and happy usefulness)

 

Those of us who have spent much time in the world of spiritual make-believe have eventually seen the childishness of it.  This dream world has been replaced by a great sense of purpose, accompanied by a growing consciousness of the power of God in our lives.


We have come to believe He would like us to keep our heads in the clouds with Him, but that our feet ought to be firmly planted on earth.  That is where our work must be done.  These are the realities for us.  We have found nothing incompatible between a powerful spiritual experience and a life of sane and happy usefulness.

Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 130


Need a tranportation transformation?

Don't forget to pray.

It's already better.

No Shadow, Please.

Posted on February 1, 2014 at 8:35 AM Comments comments (0)


"You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun." - Shaun Hick

“Stars and shadows ain't good to see by.” - Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

“Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.” - Aesop


Information in the Chillicothe Gazette today (Interactive):


SUNDAY IS GROUNDHOG DAY

This will be the first Superbowl played on Groundhog Day.

Things To Do:

SAT 1 SUN 2 MON 3 TUE 4 WED 5 THU 6 FRI 7

Free breakfast for people in need, New Life Christian Church  Chillicothe,  OH

Ancestry research, Ross County Genealogical Society  Chillicothe,  OH

Alcoholics Anonymous and Al-Anon meetings, Carver Community Center  Chillicothe,  OH


Information on A.A. Meetings for Clearfield and Jefferson counties Pennsylvania:


The meeting list, located below, is the most up to date and accurate meeting list for District 15, as it is updated as soon as any changes are reported.  The printable meeting list is updated twice a year, usually in January and again in July.  Also, there is small article on the different types of meetings and a description on their meaning.


Open & Closed Meetings

In District 15 you will find several different kinds of A.A. meetings.  The two main types are “open meetings” and “closed meetings”.  At open meetings anyone may attend as the name suggests they are open to family, friends, relatives or anyone that may be interested in Alcoholics Anonymous.  Sometimes you will find students from local colleges at open meetings as part of their class work.


Meetings For Saturday February 01, 2014


10:00 AM

Almost Prefect Group

DRMC Hospital-East — Maple Ave. DuBois, PA

Open Discussion Meeting

8:00 PM

Big Book Group

Grace Lutheran Church — 406 Pine Street Curwensville, PA

Big Book Study Meeting - Meets at Bilgers Rocks During the Summer

Groundhog Group

The Presbyterian Church — 106 East. Union Street Punxsutawney, PA 15767

Open Discussion Saturday, Big Book Study Wednesday

Saturday Night Meeting

Mount Zion Methodist Church — 16 Denton Street DuBois, PA 15801

Open Discussion/Step Study.


Information from Groundhog in Google Groups (not good information):


Groundhog

5/24/12 - show quoted text -

"I swear... listening to a hot babe talk about having a hole that

couldn't be filled!  Definitely didn't make me think about drinking!

I guess there are some things I miss about going to meetings."

groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.recovery.aa

 USA TODAY research Bob Laird and Alex Gonzalez, USA TODAY


There are AA meetings on Groundhog Day, a Groundhog Group of Alcoholics Anonymous and a former (or present?) member of AA named Groundhog.


http://www.chillicothegazette.com/interactive/article/20140131/NEWS01/301310019/Interactive-Bet-winter-Groundhog-Day

http://district15wpa.com/meetings.html


It's already better.


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