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This weekend's visit with Scaughdt was amazing! His focus, giving selfless service and love as the path to moment by moment enlightenment, was transformative in its wisdom and practicality. It was completely in sync with the steps and, thus, well received by all in attendance. If you would like to learn more about the weeknd or other events coming up, visit my website www.theempowermentcoach.net , write me a note on this blog, or give me a call at 786 859 4050!
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Scaughdt is a person who has studied the wisdom traditions of the world and travels the country sharing his understandings of how to live a life of deep abiding serenity regardless of what is going on around us.
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By George E. Buttner - Heartwood Creations
“A WAY OUT”
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Understanding the 12-Steps as a way out (a spiritual recovery) from any type of addiction, especially alcohol; is the premise of this essay. Alcoholism has been around since the beginning of time itself. In recorded history it is mentioned often in Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy. Even God has told Adam and Eve not to eat of this tree. It is a poisonous Serpent who bites like an Adder, and you will surely die.
Born from the forbidden fruit rotting in the orchards, cooked into a vapor and returned as a liquid, alcohol is a curse upon man without cure, a labyrinth of ugly twist and turns, an endless maze of dead-ends, which descends deeper and darker with every shot glass emptied. Even Solomon in all his wisdom died a drunkard spouting wisdom from his vineyard with the Shulamite maidens. However, this study guide is not a sermon on the Bible, I merely point out the scope and magnitude of alcohols’ lethal existence on man.
In modern times-as it was then; for the drunkard leaning against the gutter lamp post, there has also been a very perplexing avenue of escape hidden in plain view. A way out is written in our hearts - a narrow path God-given at birth that dwells within us all. At A.A. meetings we tell the newcomer, join us, and the Higher Power, as we walk out together.
Some of us heartier alcoholics now stand vigilant at the gate and will at times, descend back down into the muddleheaded throes of a sick alcoholic and haul him out of the maze. It was at my lowest ebb, that an opening appeared and I was snatched from its grip.
Breaking our own anonymity to help the weary sufferer dispels the stigma of denial. Wellness in conjunction with the 12-Steps offers the alcoholic another encouraging step toward his or her own truth. Now, I often take my turn at unlocking that secret opening…
Opening our minds to new ideas means we try something new, and if it works, then we expand on it to suit our needs. A.A. does work; the trick is to allow yourself the gift of time for a satisfactory recovery to take hold. We can hope or wish for a recovery all we want, but sobriety is only granted to those who get up and do it, one day at a time.
Planting such seeds in the garden of recovery can only bring a more lasting sobriety. Working in the fields of quiet and the furrows of calmness, we begin to harvest the better fruit in life. Preparation is a plan carried out, and the 12-Steps are the blueprint.
I sow these God given seeds of recovery with each breath I take. Keep in mind, faith in a Higher Power without works is dead, so come and join the feast.
Some of you might still be out in the cold wishing for the mellow tones of Jack in the Beanstalk’s, Golden Harp, and wouldn’t mind curling up to a warm fire to read all about the God intervening Act of Providence given to me, now recorded in my latest book, soon to be released, “Mending a Shattered life.” However, if you do not do the work or if you think, the tried and true suggestions offered here in this blueprint are not for you, then throw it into the fireplace; at least then, my miracle will keep you warm.
| Needles, Needles and dreams... |
| This topic just popped up in my head, because it's a way i lived my life for so many years..i would have so many dreams in my addiction, and i'm referring to dreams like goals, now real dreams when your sleeping i also had alot of sick twisted awsome dreams but i want to write about a junkie who had hope, who knew there was a better life out there for him..I would day dream alot when i was using, picturing myself clean, living life, having a beautiful caring wife, and family, driving around in a nice car, etc..then i would come out of my nod to my sick reality i called my life, my addiction was rough, not so much as homeless eating off the streets rough but just a internal tourment..thinking back my life really sucked when i was getting high, everyday i would just create so much chaos, make some huge argument with my boss because i thought i knew a better way to do the job, or sneaking off to some room for my nap time, mind you i was at work, but Dominic needed his rest if you wanted the best work out of him, or i needed that 2hour lunch so i could wait for my drug dealer, cause you didn't want me there when i was sick, and wow i was a mess when i was high too, shitt..i thought i had it going on, i thought no one could tell me shit, i had a 1 track mind, i got this i said...i'm not that bad, but then would be crieng n begging my mother for money..a sad life i must say, huh...but i remember way back when i was growing up, way before the drugs or the parent divorce..that i would be something great, wanted to be in the army at one point, i was so into it..put on my lil camo clothes running around in the back yard with some tools i taped toghter to look like a gun (yea pops yelled at me for that one), but i always dreamed big..i guess you could say fantisy is a drug for me, living in my own little world, it's like now i look back and my life was like a movie in the drama section, some of the shit i did, i just think back and laugh at, like what a dumbass i was, but it's just the insanity drugs brought me...i think it was when i first got locked up and those doors closed on me, the movie ended and reality hit me, alll my dreams were out the window..well actually it wasent until 4days later that i actually realized where i was, withdrawling from a 2bundle a day habit can be rough, i woke up in the shower at one point, on someone elses bed when he went to the bathroom..ahhh shit thas right i remember he came back and i was in his bed instead of mine, i was soo out of it, pidifull can only come to mind....but i guess after that last needle finally broke on me and i found recovery i became alive, they say when u enter recovery lost dreams awakin..and they did, I want to do so much, i'm so outgoing, and love to have fun..that little kid returned that had been lost in a needle for so long..and now have more dreams than ever, not unrealistic dreams, like you could be the president..haaa yeaa right, i wouldent want nasty bumper stickers talking shit on me on everyones car, so scratch that..but like i have found a passion for cooking and i will be a executive chef at a 3star resaurent..something to work towards..ive learned over the years that lifes pointless without dreams, it's like your just exsisting and not living, your better off with a needle in your arm...but not me, not today..i survived a severe drug addiction where any day could of been my last, not knowing if i'd wake up, and didn't really care cause everyday in a addicts life is hell..the never ending thoughts, from the time your eyes open your thinking how to get money, how to get around work to go cop, what lies you have to lie more about to cover yours tracks,do i have enough dope left over to get me by, trieng to remember who you got what from the day before so you don't overlap your sceems...just so much bullshit i went through, but again a life i chose, sad isint it?..i think so..but today dominic has some dreams, and is clean so i can achieve them... |
You know, ive been to alot of meetings and talked to alot of drug addicts and alot of the had horriable stories..what was i doing?..just comparing my addiction, justifyying that it wasent that bad..that b/s..I was shooting herion and smoking crack, ruining my life and all those around me, so yes it was that bad..and what i got out of that is we all have a story, yes they may be similar..but this ones mine..My names Dominic, i was born on Dec 23, 1986..i for the most part had a good child hood, caring and loving mother all my needs were met and was pretty spoiled, my dad was a workaholic..so we didn't do much bonding..but i did learn the value of hard work..My parents had their differences so after a 11year marriage they got divorced, where me my mother and sister moved to Delaware..Where we lived at my grandparents..i went from a nice neighborhood and catholic school, to a public school in the city with bars on the window and they found crack on our park...it was a rough transition for me..my mother tried her hardest, but she always went out so i found friends, "the cool crowd" always looked to be accepted i would do whatever..i thought the older kids were soooo cool with the cell phones, cars, girls, partys..i wanted to be like that so bad, i was so nieve..unaware of the hell i was entering, as all addicts i started with weed, alchol..then pills..started really using at 13..i thought nothing of it, i found my get away..i found freedom from my life with drugs, i loved it from my first hit, i knew then this is what i wanted to do..i was so stupid..as the years went by i started getting into trouble..frequent underage consumption arrests, i spend many hours in holding cells..having my mother cry her eyes out, i laughed at the situation, i laughed at the situation like my life was a movie, as in the mafia i got my cherry popped..i ended up dropping out of school, and my life revolved around getting high..i worked, i stole, lied cheated, and manipulate to get money..getting into oxycotton daily, tried to get help after i experienced what withdrawling was..that didn't last long..through my so called "friends" endind up picking up herion at 18..i remember when my friend shot me up for the first time, i found true love i thought, now in all actuallity i had just entered hell..a life of misery, there was just so much pain in me that i didn't want to feel..everyday i awoke to cause more chaos, more tears..i messed up a couple real good jobs, and of course added on to my police record..now longer misdomenors but felonies..today i have 2 menila envelopes full of police paper work, my backround isint pretty and its there for ever to haunt me at every job interview..i wound up messing up on probation running to detox, did i want help??..had i hit bottom??..naaa i just didn't want to go to jail..shit i was only like 120lbs..so i wound up in a 6 month inpatient treatment center, where i struggled for the first 3 months but then bought into recovery, i finally felt freedom, love , feelings that i ran from for so long, i completed my stay..ended up with 10 months clean..i was really into my recovery..then one day it came out of nowhere, i had a needle in my arm once again..violate dprobation and got locked up for a lil while, withdrawling off 90mg of methadone and a 2bundle a day habbit..cold turkey, that was horriable..only to come out and go right back to it, when i had the choice, i had recovery in me i had the knoledge..but the fuunny thing about the disease of addiction is its progressive, and it doesent care about you at all..it wants to ruin your life, and it did..i lasted about 2 more months i was yet again at bottom (where i thought you could only reach once) theres a trap door at every bottom that goes deeper, this time lost my car which i loved and had so much money into, my dog who was like a son to me i had for 6 years had to give up, lost my job, i put my mom in sooo much debt that she had to literally get rid of the house and she moved to SC, with my sister..so here i was all alone in delaware..i found my way back to that treatment center where i did another 6months, so to sum this up, i ended up relapsing again around that 9months, i put work ahead of my recovery and lost everything again, almost lost my life this time..my life was filled with misery all over again and it started with that first drink, took me right back to what i disd best..Now this could only be through god, that my father came by and asked me to move to ohio with him, after we hadent talked for 7years..he saved my life..coming up on 2 months clean now, found NA out here, doing step work..and my sister asked me this one good question, what makes this time different?..and all that came out was im putting in the work this time, i want no longer to take from people but to give back, repay all i stole..help those in need..i still dwell a little of my past espically what i did to my mother, but am trieng to move on and do the work today so i can have a good past, so if i can help anyone maybe just one person not go through all the hell i did, then my past would be worthwhile, i wasent put here to die with a needle in my arm, i do have a purpose and am a good person with so much to give..So to end this, my names Dominic and im a grateful recovering addict.
You know who ever said life would be easy?..Through out a day we all face challenges trials and tribulations. Let’s face it life isint easy it’s a job..And my life has been far from easy, i struggle with a drug addiction..For years now herion has been the love of my life, i would do anything to keep our realionship going..currently in recovery in which ive been in and out for years because i know my purpose my destiny doesent involve a needle. Ive lived on the ugly side of this world..i like to think of it as hell on earth, a endless cycle of misery and pain. for those addicted may relate more than those who are not..and whats funny is ive lived through and seen things many may not. i like to look at my life as a story, and hopefully one day it will help someone, save them from going through the hell i did. You know i didnt have that bad of a childhood i wasent beat or malested..ive always had a smile on my face, a good person per say..but somewhere along the line i picked up a fear of not belonging, always tried to fit in, in which led my to “the bad crowd” where it all began. Now i can’t blame anyone but myself for what ive done..Sad to say but i choose this life, and it’s been a battle to be freed now i will never truely be freed i will always be a addict, it’s just something i suffer with. the disease of addiction..now this doesent mean i have to use drugs, because i don’t. i have a choice today in which i didn’t have before i found recovery. I was blessed enough to have my life spared to be saved..ive seen so much death all around me but it’s not my time. it wasent my destiny to die in active addiction..i’m 22 and have a whole life ahead of me. I live my life today very carefully, i need not forget who i am and what i’m capable of..or should i say what the demon inside me is capable of, but i stay grateful, i try and stay positive. My life today is a blessing it’s only through God’s grace that i’m still here to talk about it, everyday’s a birthday for me..Some may not understand addicts they may think were just criminals, bad people..but in all actuality were not, were sadly misunderstood people who just need help, were so hurt on the inside so all we know how to do is hurt, and are usually those closest to us..we can only give what we have, at some point in active addiction we loose hope we loose sight of who we really are. we chance with death as if we were playing craps..every roll of the dice might be are last..now do we care, to be honest no not really. do we care about the lives we would affect if we were to die?..no not really, the core of our disease is selfcenterdness. all we care about is ourselves our next hit..it’s very sad..but were sick people. and like i said before we need help. We can’t get clean on our own, it’s soooo hard to be programed to use drugs to run from feelings, hide from emotions, basically block all the hurt. to then just stop and were stuck with all these uprooting feelings, shit weve never delt with, it’s hard. we need to be babied back to life, because we were dead. spiritually, emotionally dead..a walking corpse, dead but still alive..So i just ask those who see people struggling through addictions to not be so quick to judge us and just give us the time of day because we all have a story with us, and sometimes just need to be listened to..So to sum this up a day in the life of a addict, recovering or using.. is difficult so when you have a bad day at work, or things arent going your way always be reminded that theres someone out there thats alot worse off than you..
Breaking the Denial:
In the light of modern DNA science, the hideous and tragic truth about the power alcohol has over human life now stands unclothed: 1. Of all the poisons known to medical science, alcohol is the least violent, a slow, but persistent killer. Alcohol is a hydrocarbon protoplasm poison of all life, be it plant, animal, or mankind itself. Denial is its chief symptom. 2. Alcohol is a habit forming, most alluring, deceptive and enslaving drug. 3. The toxic effects of alcohol are a specific cause of degeneracy, an active principle of death for the body, mind and soul of the individual who drinks and the ultimate sterility in his progeny. One biblical forewarning. “Those who imbibe strong drink invite mortal combat. Woe unto you…”
In today’s world, the unavoidable by-products of an alcoholics’ drinking life, are eventual insanity and death, but before this slow undoing takes place, he or she will be arrested, and find misery in a way that only the agony of the dying can comprehend. Using A.A.’s Big Book as a point of reference opened my mind to a wealth of other, better ideas not yet explored by many A.A. people. James Joyce and Carl Jung are two of the early examples, but now magazines like, www.ItsallintheJourney.com are speaking out and painting a much clearer picture of what is needed to recover. Sobriety can be a very complex puzzle, but to see a complete picture; we must explore all areas dealing with the five elements of human balance that truly work.
Humankind is elemental and alcohol causes our five elements to faultier. The entire central nervous system is damaged by alcohol - it dulls the senses and causes us to stumble and stagger. Alcohol lets disease slip through our weakened, immune-system defenses, too.
Using Wellness in conjunction with the A.A. 12-Steps, has worked with much success. That is to say, people who practice getting healthy, 1. Physically, 2. Mentally, 3. Socially, 4. Emotionally, and 5. Spiritually, can and do recover from alcoholism. This is not based on theory, a drunken brain has never found fulfillment. The facts of success are plain for all who practice these principles.
God intended for us all to be sober, for it is the way we are originally born! We humans cannot realize our complete intended potential without being sober. A new spiritual life is not about just not drinking alcohol, it is about living sober. After all, that is the way we come into the world. Besides having been there and done that (personal experience), the sober wisdom that streams out of A.A. circles, has caused me to consider many other sources of research only now being rediscovered on living sober.
George E. Buttner ~ Heartwood Creations ~ www.heartwoodcreations.org
Mending A Shattered Life
The purpose of the 12-Steps and their ego-deflating properties is to go back into our history and find the things that threaten our self-image and repair them as best we can. It is the means by which we discover our true potential, our life‘s music. To tear it all down and rebuild my life never occurred to me before, but the Sacred Heart Rehabilitation Center in Detroit, is where this particular hatchling began his flight training.
Every man woman and child on the face of this planet has a story to tell, an axe to grind and a cross to bear. Throughout the struggle of humankind, there has always been another river to forge, a mountain to climb or another long tedious journey to enjoy or endure.
Man’s human struggle has always been about finding the courage to take another step toward his own destiny. Good over Evil, is the reason the “Star Wars“ was so popular. “The ego seeks the destination; while the soul seeks the journey. The majority will chose to be Jedi Knight‘s, while some are driven to the distraction of their dark side. Family environment and the frame of mind taught to each child in their early beginnings guides their walk into the sunshine of adulthood.
For most children, early perceptions block the path of the straight and narrow journey. In a healthy family, stopping to smell the roses comes natural or it is taught to children in the home. However it is acquired, by nature or nurture, in the world during stressful periods of national war, such as we have today, even the most cherished of children are at times neglected or totally ignored.
It is also sad to say that human attitudes are formed in the first three years of life before the outset of cognitive memory, so without realizing it, we are governed by attitudes without understanding why. Be it Holy or Unholy, human beings do not have attitudes - their attitudes have them!
Scratching to survive in a world gone wrong, a child’s perceptions and assessments about life become distorted by lack of nurture and proper training. A prevalent attitude of parents in my neighborhood during the Second World War, was predicated on doom and gloom or live now for tomorrow we may die. I was told, “Quit complaining Boy! - You’re never going to amount to anything, so raise the glass and be grateful for what you have.” It is a hell of a way to start out your life, but there it was!
From birth to this very moment, my frame of mind was always that of being eager - to grow-up and get started making the world a better place. In a word, I was anxious to go. Consequently, I have always been in a hurry to be some place, and when I got there, I wanted to be somewhere else. Never once did I enjoy the trip or stop to smell the roses along the way. “Let’s see, I made that trip in five hours, next time I’ll do it in four.”
This attitude was carried over into the US Navy, whose motto is, “Hurry up and wait in line.” By some strange irony that all people in recovery will later rejoice in, but cannot recognize at first, is the simple fact their progressive/negative malady can save them. Getting out of your funky speed-demon, fast and furious attitude, is the driving force behind every step taken toward a lasting recovery, but I also think finding your bliss at fifty makes the job a little tougher.
I highly recommend you start now, this very minute! Beaten down to their knees, the great pain alcoholism has brought down upon such people can ultimately be their salvation.” The paradox is, “it makes you and it breaks you.” Many such people will be defeated and die from it before deliverance ever comes.
Shakespeare said it more eloquently, Alcohol is lechery sir! It makes him and it mars him. As for me, “Alcohol gave me wings that I might fly, and then it took away my sky.” The finale of Shakespeare’s low down play, is death, and the curtain closes.
Dr. Paul mentions Shakespeare-pg. 449. “All the world is a stage and we are merely player.” He adds, “I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes.
Does such a humbling education matter if it is by nature or nurture? and, who cares how we got this deadly self-destructive attitude or whatever method we used to overcome it, as long as we learn to fly in His sky once more?
George E. Buttner Heartwood Creations
Once becoming physically sober, 7-27-1986, my journey has been about returning to a society I had once retreated from. To become resposible in helping other find a fruitful existance in Life, I became a writer, believing the written word is the most effective tool we have in recovery. I had just purchased a small house on Merritt Island, Florida - when terrorist struck our land on 9-11-01. Now it is our society that needs to recover, and for that, I am responsible too!
America’s Resolve, By George E. Buttner
Heartwood Creations
On September 11, 2001, Arab terrorist diabolically attacked America, all but one of these terrorist were from Saudi Arabia. Their leader, Osama Bin Laden, also from Saudi Arabia is after seven years, still at large.
As The World Trade Center Twin Towers fell to the ground on that fateful day, three thousand lives were vaporized in the dust of crumpled steel and broken glass. Not even a bone fragment can be found of these innocent souls, but their memory remains in the very air we breathe.
As we begin to honor the solemn ground they collapsed into, let us also remember our compatriots at the Pentagon and those who died courageously on that fateful day on the plane in Pennsylvania. “Let’s Roll” has become a battle cry to Summons Our Heroes !
It is obvious we cannot contain the flood of wrongdoing that befalls innocent people in our towns and cities around this grand nation, nor can we avoid the hard realities of living in America on such a day. However, we can now say this problem exists, if only for the simple reason we trained our attackers to fly airplanes where never lark nor eagle flew. In teaching other nations to be free, we must also consider other foreign countries that cannot or will not grasp our Democratic Society. We kid ourselves into thinking it is so.
Old Glory forever waves because our banner is tightly woven for the common good of the people. New Yorkers are cut from the same cloth of red, white and blue, and never has New York’s star in that banner shown brighter. Still fresh in our minds, America once more weeps for her lost children who are no more, their pictures still plastered in the halls of our memories, but we stay and rebuild because the rewards of living in such a beautiful place are far greater than the pain and chaotic nature that at times befalls our land and its people.
We all share in this great loss. What terrorist do not understand they try to destroy, yet when our flag was finally lifted from the many coffins, they now understand our history - for such attacks only brings us closer together and makes us stronger. “Give me liberty or give me Death” is written in our blood, and Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, is our common bond. New York belongs to America, it is the gateway to Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Adolescent Yearning To Breath Free, even the tempest taunt, such as myself, and now it belongs to the world. New York will rise up and become a greater city for its people are like no other people in the world.
Each year on 9-11 let the trumpet sound, let freedom ring once more, and let us fly as eagles once again. Let those who try to bring down our freedom from within or from without now understand our very first motto; that cowardly sneak attacks against our nation will not be tolerated. Let them know exactly what that title and first motto means. The house I live in, where my people live and died… The United States of America - Don’t tread on me!
George E. Buttner, --A Patriot…
Heartwood Creations
just for today , is one thing that keeps me freeded from stress related to my recovery. meaning living in the past or posting up in the futuer.this small saying keeps me centered and focused on the NOW. what about that.
An Unfortunate Truth, by George E. Buttner
Besides Alcoholism being a greater threat to America than world terrorism, our unfortunate truth about Middle Eastern Cheap Oil has finally reached the public eye also. How are we going to handle this economic crisis as one nation united? One way would be to create American jobs by restructuring our entire thinking about energy. It is my experience that people will use public transportation if its use - is made convenient and straightforward. There would be less people driving drunk, for instance...
Our leaders are supposed to lead and inspire the people to greatness, but I do not see that happening in Washington on either side of our two party systems. Our top executives were always quick to create jobs here in America to give back to the country, but now with so much greed in big business lobbyist and special interest, that premise is discarded with dirty hands, sending our jobs abroad. Started under president Grant’s term, Special interest, earmarks and lobbyist should now all be completely banned from the Halls of Congress.
As a sober man in Recovery - 22 years I’m proud to say, I think we need new innovated ideas from the masses, and networking has already begun to rejuvenate our nation‘s idea of doing business in the world. Little groups gather now to solve the high cost on energy the prempted Iraqi war has wrought on our nation. People are talking, and most polls indicate that this current administration took us to war in Iraq to raise oil prices in America to line their own pockets. America is now up for sale to the highest bidder in the world and that notion has turned us into a Prostitute!
If this is true, then George Bush and Dick Cheney of Halliburton should be prosecuted for war crimes against our nation and humanity itself. Facts are Friendly, and a Lame Duck, US President holding hands with the Saudi’s works for nobody in America. However, I pray nobody is fooled by the smoother talking Junior Senator from South side of Chicago, either. His heart seems to be elsewhere other then the American landscape.
America is distracted by many problems, but Oil is not the answer to our energy needs here in America any longer, nor is it good for the environment. Drilling for oil has become cost prohibitive, and no one thus far has made a car that gets 100 miles to the gallon. Simple plastic bottles made for drinking water uses up more oil than our cars. We have been duped into such products.
Alcohol and war is not the answer to our problems. We must once again become self-sufficient. For the sake of our nation, we must go back to the practice of buying our own American made products. One way would be to create American jobs by restructuring our entire thinking about the uses of energy and water in America. It is my experience that people will use public transportation and public water fountains - if its use is made convienent and straight forward.
We have been warned over the last decade that an economy based on a deregulated Oil Industry, Ma-Bell or Enron mentality does not produce good health to any nation, and that cheap goods from foreign countries will eventually cause our economy to stagger and stumble - becoming a far greater threat to our nation than terrorism.
The industries I mentioned have become drunk on greed and power and need to be regulated with enforcement laws. Congressional leaders (who speak with forked tongues) did not heed the peoples voice of pending doom. Now the unfortunate truth about Middle Eastern cheap oil has finally reached the public eye. The colossus of computer internet communications has brought better awareness to our energy difficulties, but the most provocative question regarding the high cost of heating our homes this winter remains. “Does our awareness come too late?”
George E. Buttner - Heartwood Creations