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Dear Fellow Travelers,
Step Six Essay
Addicts are given to magical thinking. It is one of the symptoms of
addiction. So, having made a list of defects and told it around, the next
step ought to be to get God to wave a magic wand and do away with those few
that I possess.
It's something like trying to swim across a swift stream. I can wear
myself out trying to swim straight across, or I can swim in conjunction with
the current and come out some way down stream from where I started, but
nevertheless across. Going with the flow in this instance means to let the
powerful force of the current have its way without having to have "my way or
none," and therefore I get across, while "my way or none" results in mostly
"none."
There are two kinds of magic, really, if magic is the word. The magic of
magical thinking is a belief that somehow, if we can get the right potion,
spell, or alignment or some such, we can get the results we want. The real
magic happens when we line ourselves up with the real energies of the
universe and allow them to flow over us and through us and energize us to do
the things that are necessary for our recovery. The energy of which I speak
is that of our Higher Power.
God, as I understand God, can wash away my defects of character if I am
willing to stand in the current, the energy stream, that is the source of the
will, the strength, and the capability to remove character defects. I have to
put myself in the right place or position, and be willing for God to do this
work in God's own way. Any effort to skip over this or trot past it in a rush
will result in my not being in the right place for God to accomplish these
things, and if I expect something to happen as a result, I am truly engaging
in addictive magical thinking.
So what this step says to me is that I am beginning to need to get in
touch with reality. God, what a horrible thought. After all, one function of
an addiction is to avoid reality. Isn't the real solution to all problems
another little binge? In stupor I can imagine myself without any defects of
character. Any problems are yours, not mine. I have none. This way of
thinking was constant when I was in my addiction. But Step Six draws me up
short. There is a reality there, and now I have to come to terms with that
reality.
Even Steps One to Three are not enough reality, necessarily. As an
addict, I can be the most pious you-know-what around, if I choose to be that
way. Surrender to God? Sure. I wrote the book on it. Have another bite.
But there is no such way around Step Six. My piousity is not going to do
this job. Of course, it really didn't do the job on the first three steps,
if this is the way I worked them. All I got was "fat serenity," the addictive
delusion that I've made everything all right with God, when the sign that
things are all right, abstinence, is lacking. But there's no place to hide
with Step Six. If you've come this far, you really have to be turning your
life and will over to the God of your understanding, or you really won't
change.
This is to finally come to the sacred space within. My own image so much
of the time is one of being bathed in light, a light that can penetrate all
the darkness within me, and do away with the dark things that are lurking
there. It is only an image, but it guides me to a place where the
possibility of emotional and spiritual recovery as well as physical now
become a real possibility for me.
I have much to do yet, but I have done much already. And one thing I do
know is that before I ask for a miracle, I have to put myself in the place
where the miracle can happen. For me, that means working my program 24/7,
because that's where it happens. I forgot to bring a magic wand on this
journey, so I have to get myself into a right relationship with my Higher
Power, a relationship in which love conquers in its wonderful, slow,
inexorable, beautiful, and thorough way. This is the best magic, after all,
I think. I am just a muggle, anyway.
Love,
John
Note: A muggle is someone without magical powers in the Harry Potter series
by J. K. Rowling, if you don't know.
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