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HOW IT WORKS – if you work it

The point of the 12 Steps is ego deflation. Granted, ego’s a necessary part of the psyche that aims to get our needs met. We couldn’t survive without it.

But what if ego runs our lives? “Selfishness — self-centeredness! That, we think, is the root of our troubles” (62). Ego distorts our outlook so that we base all our decisions on flawed thinking. We make a mess of relationships, and often finances, driving, and the law as well. Then our daily lives become so riddled with tension, guilt, worry, and hurt feelings that we reach for booze or some other mental oil slick to blur our troubles so we can slide past them and just not care – for a little while.

When I came to AA 30 years ago, I felt damn sure there was nothing wrong with my thinking. I dismissed the 12 Steps at a glance as nicey-nice instructional platitudes; that is, simplistic admonitions with way too much “God” in them. Nothing was wrong with my beliefs about who I was in the world. I just needed a little help moderating my drinking. 

Humility opens the door to freedom. Bill W., Dr. Bob, and the first 100 discovered humility’s portal to peace and alignment that empowers us to live differently. Ego shrinkage allows guidance from a higher power to shine into our thinking and influence how we navigate from minute to minute, as well as how we regard fellow beings. Life seems to change drastically, but what really happens is we gain a compass.

My best thinking and efforts brought me utter misery, but the 12 steps have transformed me into a person I like and respect.

 

Almost every AA meeting opens with a reading of “How it Works.” Perhaps you’ve wondered why everybody sits there while the same words are read, meeting after meeting. The reason for this is two-fold. 1) Time spent in passive listening is as close to meditation as a lot of us are going to get; 2) emphasizing the need for rigorous honesty, the text sets up the 12 steps for spiritual progress, followed by the leak-proof logic of the A, B, Cs: neither we nor any other human can solve our problem, but a higher power can, if we seek it.

Now we arrive at Step 3: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of god as we understood god. This means our ego has to abdicate the director’s chair. We have to accept that we’re neither the script writer, nor the director, nor the star of life. We have no clue what’s best for us or others.

WAIT, WAIT!! Our ego insists it DOES knows what’s best for all concerned. I can remember reaching this step and objecting, “I barely have any contact with this god thing! How the heck am I supposed to turn my whole freaking life over to it?” This is where key phrases like “Good Orderly Direction (GOD),” “next right thing,” and “still small voice” come in. So does that great Al-Anon directive, “Don’t just DO something; SIT there!”

Among the greatest tools sobriety has given me is the PAUSE. While pausing, we try to calm down and connect, however faintly, to something beyond our initial impulses. Is ego masquerading as care for others while actually intent on grabbing what we think we need? “Is he not really a self-seeker, even when trying to be kind?”

I can confidently declare that most people, whether addicted to substances or to some other coping mechanism, are so accustomed to living in fear that we’re not even aware fear is driving our choices. Like an emotional tinnitus, fear of losing or not getting Thing X nags at us so constantly, we don’t consciously register it.

Ego is not so much about bragging and grandiosity as it is about “a hundred forms of fear, self-delusion, self-seeking, and self-pity.” We’ve all had some painful stuff go down, and based on that ego projects a hostile world from which I “can wrest satisfaction and happiness… if [I] only manage well.” But if I don’t manage well, fear says, I’m gonna be screwed again.

Here are a couple of fundamental truths that no amount of “wresting” can overcome:

1) We can never know how another person perceives a situation because we haven’t lived their life; 

2) therefore, other people are always gonna do what they’re gonna do for reasons we can’t know.

3) We can choose only what WE think and do.

The 4th Step .

If we refuse to write a 4th step or keep postponing it for no good reason, we clearly have not taken Step 3. Go back to “Rarely” and start over. And if we think there’s no need to write one, we’re withholding from Step 1.

We write a 4th step as grist for a 5th step process which will, with the guidance of a good sponsor, unveil ego in all the choices that have steered our adult lives off-course. The first 2 columns are easy; we get to name all the people and institutions we resent and list all the stuff they’ve done to hurt us or piss us off.

Childhood. One exception to any 4th column inquiry is harm we suffered as children. Our kid selves certainly did not set those “trains of circumstances” in motion; our parents did. The unfortunate fact is, Nature neglected a ‘got your shit together’ prerequisite for eggs and sperm to be viable. No training course exists, no bar exam before any random person can take responsibility for a budding life. Thus, everywhere are wounded people who in turn inflict wounds on their children. “Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.” (Stephi Wagner)

I didn’t fully understand this until I gave birth myself. Having worked the steps, I did my best to break the chain of family dysfunction. Every time I pushed myself to be extra honest and open and respectful with my boy — rather than trying to seem powerful and confident — I threw light on how my parents couldn’t or wouldn’t do the same for me.

THE COLUMNS. The more honest we can be in our columns, the more growth we’ll harvest from our 5th step. In column 2, we have to get down to what really bothered us, no matter how petty or elusive. In column 3, we have to really FEEL what the situation threatened.

  • Security — our basic sense that we’ll be okay, not just a roof and food, but well-being
  • Self-esteem — how we see ourselves
  • Personal relations — how we think people in our social / professional circles view us
  • Sex relations — how we feel and think others perceive us relative to romance and sex
  • Ambition — who we want to become or what we want to achieve
  • Pocketbook — finances

That last one isn’t on page 65, but I was taught to include it.

I myself (Louisa) created 2 extra columns that sponsees from decades back still tell me opened their eyes more than anything else in the inventory to what was really at stake for them. These ain’t in the Big Book, but they might help you.

Column 3.5 — Name the Diss

In this column, we try to put into words what the person’s actions seem to be saying to us, or what we take them to mean about us. If someone lies to us, not only do they affect almost every category above, but the diss is: “You’re gullible and easily manipulated.” Maybe it’s”You’re stupid,” or maybe “You’re not worthy of my honesty.” If someone interferes with our romantic desires, they might be saying, “I’m hot/ beautiful-handsome/ interesting — and you’re NOT!” Someone who fires you says, “You’re incompetent.” Someone who ghosts in friendship says, “You’re not worth my time.” A big one for me, having grown up in a dysfunctional family, was, “You’re not quite worthy of my love.”

Column 3.5 is the best way I know to get at the core of what hurts. It’s far from accurate regarding the other person’s actual motives; what it’s trying to pinpoint is the voice of ego. As we sense the inaccuracy of the diss, we start to distinguish our higher self from ego — a lifelong process.

A standard 4th Column attempts to turn the tables, to reveal how we were selfish, self-seeking (indirectly manipulative), dishonest, and frightened. It’s the key to liberation.

Again, for my sponsees, I added another column:

Column 4.5 — What The Other Person Should Have Done

Reading this extra column often brings laughter or tears, depending on how much of our ego or genuine heart is invested in our expectations. “They should have seen how awesome I am and hired / fallen in love with / chosen me!” We can laugh about these. But what about “They should have honored our relationship.” In this type of Should Have, we’re often led to an unexpected “Dishonest” notation in the standard 4th Column.

Often, we sensed somewhere in our core that this person lacked the integrity, emotional maturity, or wisdom to do the right thing, and yet we masked our intuition with unrealistic hope. We tried to will them to be who we WISHED they were — but weren’t. And how can we be angry with someone for simply not having qualities that, deep down, they too wish they had? These people just plain aren’t there yet. Maybe they never will be (sick man prayer time). So instead of lasting resentments, they become…

Teachers!

When we experience first-hand the pain inflicted by another’s lack of integrity, emotional maturity, or wisdom, we understand why these qualities are so essential to living an honorable life. We gain a better sense of who we do NOT want to be, and thus a better sense of how to live.

A good sponsor will work with this material in hearing your 5th step, and help you see the truth about yourself — that you are a loving, vulnerable, often frightened child of god who has been unwittingly either sticking their foot into power lawnmowers or letting their foot rest in the wrong people’s lawnmower path, even though you’ve seen they won’t swerve. We learn how to move our feet away from what hurts us and stand tall with our face raised to the sunlight of the spirit.

As for how we hurt others — that’s the grist for Steps 8 & 9.

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Chpt 4, We Agnostics: Short Version

AA Barf ReligionI’m an alcoholic who loves god but kinda wants to kick religion’s ass. I never capitalize “God” in my own writing because that big “G” smacks of scripture. Every time I hear an AA newcomer, potentially dying, say they can’t get over the “religious” aspect of AA, I want to yell toward the ceiling, “Are ya HAPPY, Religion??  See how you’ve fucked up god for BILLIONS of humans?!”

This probably has more to do with me than religion. More often than not I’m sitting in a church basement, after all, kindly rented to an AA group for cheap. Churches do mean well.

The first time I read “We Agnostics,” 28 years ago, I called myself an atheist — despite having had a Near-Death Experience during which I was bathed, for just a short while, in the brilliant intensity of god’s love. That and the paranormal after-effects it brought on were memories slammed away in a DONTTHINKOFIT vault.

Alcoholics can do that.

So I was shocked to find this chapter did open my mind to a higher power, simply by means of its water-tight argument(s).  Here’s my version of how it proceeds — though of course, you should read the original.

We Agnostics…….

  • If you’re a bona fide alcoholic, you have only two choices
    • a) be doomed to an alcoholic death (my note: perhaps slowwwly)
    • b) live on a spiritual basis

Lots of us thought we couldn’t do (b), but we have – so you can, too.

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  • IF we could think our way out of addiction, we’d all be fine. We had tons of moral and ethical resolve, but even when we willed with all our might, we got drunk.  What we lacked was power — a power greater than ourselves.

Guess what this whole book is about?  Finding that power.

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“Let’s go kill anyone who won’t believe in me!!”

  • We know you’re going to bum about this.  We know religion makes you puke.  We know even the word “God” might bring up the shit thrown at you in childhood. We all thought [NEXT PAGE] reliance on God was a crutch for cowards. We thought about all the destruction religion’s caused and all the hypocritical assholes in media and small towns posing as holy. We couldn’t even wrap our brains around a Supreme Being, anyway.  We know, we know… we felt all this, too.
  • AND YET…. sometimes, especially in the beauty of nature or awareness of the vast universe, we felt a fleeting sense of awe. As soon as we could just become willing (or willing to become willing), as soon as we said, “Mayyyybe I can kinda believe in a power greater than me,” shit for reals started to change in our lives.

Don’t think about anybody else’s God. What feels like GOODNESS?  Open to that.  God is basically hanging out by the phone waiting for you to call.

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  • So, when we say “God” here, just think about whatever works for you (ask why you want to live — it has to do with god).  Don’t let all that negativity stop you from looking deep within.

Ask yourself, “Am I willing (to be willing) to believe there’s something good out there more powerful than me?” If you can say yes… dude, you’re on your way!

We’d aways assumed we’d have to drink major Kool-aid to jump through this hoop, so we were stoked to keep it simple.

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  • Being pissed off about spirituality in general — we had to quit that crap because, let’s face it, we were dying.  Alcohol was thoroughly kicking our asses, so we had to open our minds.  You’re asking, why believe? We’ve got some good reasons.
  • People love evidence-based stuff, but most of us electricityaccept all kinds of explanations we’re clueless about.  We’re like, “Yeah, um, electricity is like electrons jumping from one atom to another.  Totally!”  And we let it go without needing to really understand because we just want to use our goddamn phones and appliances. They work, and that’s good enough.

There’s all kinds of shit like this we believe without proof.  Even science itself holds that appearances don’t mean jack.

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  • Let’s take your average steel girder (I-beam in a sky scraper) It’s really a bunch of electrons whirling around a crazy speeds according to laws of physics (my note: PLUS it’s 99% empty space and the electrons pop in and out of existence with all kinds of quantum weirdness, dark matter, and anti-matter — and WE are way too dumb to understand any of it.)  We’re all like, “Cool, I got it.”

BUT as soon as somebody suggests there’s a guiding, creative force behind the universe, we say, “Hold my beer! Let me use my grapefruit-sized brain to determine the nature of the universe!” If our atheist arguments were right, then life would exist for no reason and mean nothing.  We like to think we’re the smartest game in town.

  • You know, even organized religion isn’t all doo-doo. We’ve all seen religious people we had to respect. In fact, a lot of them have had their shit together WAY more than we ever have.

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  • We were too busy judging to see the upside. We accused religious people of being intolerant, when we were actually the intolerant ones.
  • If you read the stories in the back of this book, you’ll see how each person found their own higher power their own way. What they have in common is that every single one believes their higher power worked fuckin’ miracles in their lives.

You’ve got thousands (millions) of people who’ve lived hardcore but who swear that since they opened their minds to an HP and started working the 12 steps sincerely, their whole world has flipped from despairing to happy.  [NEXT PAGE]  They tell  about how they were the ones screwing up their own lives, alcohol aside. When all these (millions of) people say God changed them, CAN you really dismiss all of us as feeble minded, gullible, deluded cult members?

  • Progress in science and technology gets hampered when people cling to fixed ideas.  Columbus, Galileo — people said they were nuts.  Aren’t you just as stubborn about spirituality as those guys were about science?

For example, in the Wright Brothers’ day, NOBODY thought humans could fly. EVERYBODY was sure that idea was bullshit — how could heavy, big machines possibly go zoom in the air?  But 30 years later, airplanes were just a normal part of life.

If you showed some average Joe / Joette an article about going to the moon (or now Mars) and they’d say, “I bet they will.” More and more, people can throw away the theory or gadget that doesn’t work in exchange for one that does.

  • Dude — what’re you doin’ clinging to self-sufficiency?  It doesn’t work!  Try the new gadget, for chrissakes.

We were bedevilled by shitty relationships, roller-coaster emotions, misery and depression, money problems; we were scared and unhappy and useless.  Wasn’t fixing our lives by ANY means more important than seeing proof?  Duh!!!

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Orville and Wilber Wright

  • The Wright brothers built a plane that flew after 50 million failed attempts because they BELIEVED in their dream so purely.  Alcoholics who’d rather suffer than try the new thing — they’re just like those cynics who scoffed at the Wright brothers’ naïveté.

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  • Logic is great. Let’s think about how to have faith is actually more logical than the soft and mushy thinking we settled for in our agnosticism.  As alcoholics, we were dying (or wasting life). We had to get fucking honest: either
    • a) God animates everything, or
    • b) God is nothing.

We HAD to DECIDE.

[Here’s a bunch of corny shit about some bridge that I wish they’d cut.]

  • Come to think of it, we’ve always had faith in our reasoning skills,

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    Life / god happens.

    even though we’re wrong a lot. We’ve all worshipped cool people, sentimental icons, commercial STUFF, $-money-money-money-$, and our private imaginings of someday being badass.  But at the same time, we’ve all felt reverence for a sunset, for the ocean, for a flower. We’ve all loved someone.  And NONE of these things had jack shit to do with pure reason.  Our lives are made of love and faith and feeling, and would be totally empty without them. We believe in life, and we know, deep down, it has meaning.

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  • Just think about all those alcoholics who were trapped wallowing around in their own mess for sooo long, and how they say God showed them a new way to live, and how we liked to privately smirk about it.

We were actually full of shit, because we knew, deep, deep down, that God is. That core knowledge may get obscured, but it’s there, always.  Looking inward, we find a lifesource that loves us, that is part of us.

  • Okee-doke!  That’s all we can do to help!  Time for YOU to get honest — but we know you can do this.

[Here’s a corny story about some minister’s son having a HUGE, DRAMATIC spiritual awakening.]

  • If you just find the humility to let down your guard and honestly ask God to help you, God will show up.  But you’ve gotta ASK.

Ta-dah!  I hope this little Cliff Note session was helpful.  I’m one of those people whose lives have been completely transformed by god. I never thought that could happen. I hope eventually you’ll love this chapter exactly as it stands and help your sponsees understand it, too.

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Chapter 3, More About Alcoholism: My FAVORITE

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved quirky facts. About a million Earths could fit inside the Sun. Lots of lizards have a third eye on top of their heads. Female kangaroos can pick the sex of their next offspring. And the brains of alcoholics are broken.

Okay, so maybe that last one is more than quirky.  

The first AA saying to blow my mind came from a skinny, bearded guy at the Olympia Alano Club: “I can’t fix my broken brain with my broken brain!” 

I thought: Whhhoah!  In other words, there’s no way for an alcoholic to THINK their way out of addiction. Our brains will still default — maybe not today, but one day — to “a drink is a fine idea!”

This quirky fact, dear reader, is what the Big Book’s Chapter 3 is all about.

THE CHAPTER STARTS with a recap of Step 1. Nobody wants to be an alcoholic. Everyone wants to believe that NEXT time we’ll manage to control and enjoy our drinking, and many chase that dream “into the gates of insanity or death.” 

Step 1 is about accepting that we can no more become “normal” drinkers than an amputee can regrow limbs. We prove it by the countless ways we try and fail. The list on page 31 covers just a few of our tactics. “…taking a trip, not taking a trip, swearing off forever (with and without a solemn oath), taking more physical exercise, reading inspirational books….”

I myself never swore off, because I couldn’t conceive of a life without drinking. But the first time I read this chapter, I did recognize many of these tactics as ways I’d tried to control my drinking:  drinking only beer and wine, increasing my exercise, reading self-help books.

Here the book suggests taking the “drink and stop abruptly” test, which I have never, ever advised a sponsee to try. We don’t need to!  How many of us EVER enjoyed A drink? Can you even imagine? You’re at a party where you have ONE gin and tonic?  What, are you CRAZY??? Maybe if a gun fight broke out or the building caught fire, I’d consider it.  

The rest of the chapter centers on the stories of three alcoholic guys who thought they could control their drinking using their brains: 1) carpet slippers guy, 2) Jim the car salesman, and 3)Fred the firm partner. Spoiler alert! — alcoholism wins every time.

  • Carpet slippers guy quit drinking for 25 years and then deliberately started again, convinced he’d been cured of alcoholism. At 30, he somehow summoned the wherewithal to stop. But by his 50s, his addiction had the upper hand so invincibly that he drank himself to death in four years. 

This acceleration, I think, is the origin of our saying, “My disease is out in the parking lot doing push ups.” During the years we’re sober, the power of our addiction only INTENSIFIES. I’ve heard people who went out with 10 years’ sobriety use the word “terrifying” to describe the irresistible power of their cravings. 

“This is is baffling feature of alcoholism as we know it — this utter inability to leave it alone no matter how great the necessity or wish.”  Part of our brain resolves with all its might to stop the self-abuse. But the alcoholic part of the brain upstages it.

  • Jim the car salesman is an awesome veteran, husband, dad, and smart business man, but he ends up in the insane asylum from the violent stuff he does while wasted. AA guys talk to him and he totally gets it; he knows he needs recovery. But he’s not into the god thing, so he doesn’t do that part.

So what does the alcoholic part of his brain do? It sells him the notion that a shot of whiskey will be no problem if he mixes it with milk. “I vaguely sensed that I was not being any too smart…”  His good-guy brain is struggling to get through, but the other voice is stronger.  Jim “felt reassured as I was taking the whiskey on a full stomach.”  Back to the insane asylum he went!

“…Parallel with our sound reasoning there inevitably ran some insanely trivial excuse for taking the first drink. Our sound reasoning failed to hold us in check. The insane idea won out.”  The authors compare our behavior to that of a guy who loves jaywalking (p.38) — unable to resist something that keeps nearly killing him.

  • Fred the firm partner’s story is perhaps the most spectacular of the three. His alcoholism didn’t even come up with an excuse. It didn’t say, “You’ve been sober so long, you’ve got this!” or “It’ll be fine if you just mix in milk.” Nope. Fred’s alcoholic brain just tells him “it would be nice ” to have drinks with dinner. His rational brain doesn’t even object and once alcohol has him by the short ones, he’s off on a multi-day bender.  Later, Fred sees that “will power and self-knowledge would not help in those strange mental blank spots.

So what will help us? That’s what Chapter 4’s about.  It’s a spiritual connection with a higher power.

Mine rescued me about 15 years ago when I was caught up in a full-fledged “mental blank spot.” For a Sunday brunch at my parents’ house, someone in my family had placed a glass of white wine at my  table setting. It was chilled and beaded with condensation – and I had 12 years’ sobriety. I thought, “WHY can’t I have this? WHAT’s the reason? Oh yeah, ‘cause I’m [mocking voice] in AA and I’ll turn into a guzzling maniac! That’s ridiculous. I can do what I WANT!”

Here came a different voice, not quite from me. It asked, “How about if you wait five minutes and see if this is still true?”

That’s all. It seemed humble and simple, not commanding or forbidding. I answered as if accepting a dare: “No problem! I can wait five minutes.”

In less than 30 seconds, the full force of my love for sobriety flooded over me. Never, never would I throw away my beautiful life for a stupid fucking glass of fermented grape juice! Aloud I asked someone to take it away, and in my heart I said, “Oh my god…. thank you!”

That’s grace. And grace alone is more powerful than addiction.

 

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