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A GIMMICK TO GET US OUT OF THE DUMPS |
By Bill W.
I think we oldsters who have put the A.A.
booze cure to such severe tests, yet still find we lack emotional sobriety, are
probably the spearhead for the next major development in AA - the development of
something like real maturity and balance (which is to say, humility) in our
relations with ourselves, with our fellows and with God. Those adolescent urges
for top approval, perfect security and the perfect romance, urges quite
appropriate to age 17, prove to be an impossible way of life at 47 or 57.
Since AA began, I've taken immense wallops in all these departments because of
my failure to grow up, emotionally and spiritually. How painful it is to keep
insisting on the impossible, and how painful to discover that we have the cart
before the horse. Then comes the final agony of seeing how wrong we are, but
still finding ourselves unable, seemingly, to get off the merry-go-round.
Problem of Everyone. How to translate right intellectual conviction into right
emotional results and so into easy, happy, active and good living - that's not
only the neurotic's problem. It's the problem of life itself for all who have
got to the point of willingness to hew to right principles. Even then, as we hew
away, peace and joy still elude us. That's the place so many of us AA oldsters
have come to. How shall the unconscious - from which our fears, compulsions and
phony aspirations still stream - be brought into line with what we actually
believe, know and want? How to convince our dumb, raging and hidden "Mr. Hyde"
becomes the final task.
I've recently become to believe this can be done. I believe so because I began
to see many benighted ones, folks like you and me, commencing to get results.
Last fall, depression, having no really rational cause at all, took me to the
cleaners. I began to be scared that I was in for another five-year chronic
spell. Considering the grief I've had with depression, it wasn't a bright
prospect.
I kept asking myself, "Why can't the twelve steps work to release depression?"
By the hour I stared at the St. Francis prayer.. It's better to understand than
to be understood. It's better to love than be loved.. It's better to comfort
than to be comforted." Here was the formula. But why didn't it work?
Suddenly I realized what the matter was. My basic flaw had always been
dependence, absolute dependence, on people or circumstances to supply me with
prestige, security and romance. Failing to get these, according to my still
childish dreams and specifications, I had fought for these things. And when
defeat came, so did depression. There wasn't a chance of making the outgoing
love of Francis a workable and joyous way of life until these fatal and really
absolute dependencies were cut away.
Because I had undergone a little spiritual development the absolute quality of
these frightful liabilities had never before been so starkly revealed.
Therefore, reinforced by what grace I could secure in prayer, I found I must
exert every ounce of will and action to cut off these emotional dependencies
upon people, upon A.A. - indeed upon any set of circumstances whatever. Then,
only then, would I be free to love as Francis could. Emotional or instinctual
satisfactions, I saw, were really the extra dividends of having love, offering
love and expressing love appropriate to each relation of life.
Must Offer Love To God. Plainly, I could not avail myself of God's love until I
was able to offer it back to Him by loving others as He would have me. And I
couldn't possibly do that so long as I was victimized by my dependencies. For
dependencies meant demand; demand for possession and control of people and
conditions.
While the words "absolute dependency" may look like a gimmick, they were the
ones that triggered my release into my present stability and quietness of mind
which I am now trying to consolidate by having love and offering love,
regardless of the return.
This is the primary healing circuit; our outgoing love of God's creation and His
people, by which we avail ourselves of His love for us. But the real current
can't flow until our dependencies are broken at depth. Only then can we have a
glimmer of what adult love really is.
Spiritual calculus, you say? Not a bit of it. Watch any A.A. of six months
working on a new 12th step case. If the case says, "the hell with you," the 12th
stepper smiles and turns to another case. He doesn't feel frustrated or
rejected. If his case responds and starts to give love and attention to other
alcoholics, but returns none to the sponsor, then the sponsor is happy anyway.
He still doesn't feel rejected.
And when his case turns out in later time to be his best friend (or romance),
then the sponsor is joyful. But his happiness and joy were by-products, and no
more. The real stabilizing thing was having the offering of love to that strange
drunk on the doorstep. That was Francis at work, powerful and practical, minus
dependency and minus demand.
In my first six months of sobriety, I worked hard with many alcoholics. Not one
responded, but they kept me sober. It wasn't a question of their giving me
anything. Stability came out of giving, not of receiving.
Thus I think it will work out with emotional sobriety. If we examine every
disturbance we have, great or small, we can find at the root of it some sort of
unhealthy dependency and consequent demand. Let us hack away at these chains,
begging God's help. Then we shall be set free to love. We shall then be able to
12th step ourselves and others into emotional sobriety.
I haven't offered you a single new idea - just a gimmick that has started to unhook my several "hexes" at depth. My brain no longer races compulsively in either elation, grandiosity or depression. I have been given a quiet place in bright sunshine.
The Road Back©", June 1980
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