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"Imagination without appreciation is hallucination" anon
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PRISON DIARIES
My name is — and I am an alcoholic.
and before being incarcerated my life was impossible.
The more I drank the more I withdrew from life.
Every day was a mission to get alcohol.
I collected cans, panhandled, I even mowed lawns so I could get a
bottle. I didn’t eat, I didn’t take care of personal hygiene, I lived in
the woods. But I didn’t care as long as I had my bottle. On a warm
summer night I passed out next to a tree on the other side of the
road. A short while later, I was being woken up by a police officer.
The officer felt sorry for me, so instead of locking me up, he
drove me to a train station. There at the station I slept peacefully
on a bench. The next day I returned to that spot where I passed
out, and that same tree that I was leaning on was demolished,
snapped in two like a twig, debris everywhere. It turns out that
very same tree on that very same night was hit by a drunk driver,
and if I had not been woken up by that nice cop then I could have
died. I took that as a sign and swore to myself that I would never
drink again. I signed myself into a crisis center where I found
A.A. For a while, I was doing good, staying sober, working the
program to the best of my ability. Until one day the crisis center
banned smoking. That made me angry and bitter because tobacco
had nothing to do with my program. I couldn’t accept the new rule
and my resentment made me leave the crisis center and I relapsed
harder than ever before. In a few short days I woke up in a jail
cell, not knowing how I got there and still not being able to have
a cigarette. It turns out that I robbed someone. So now I’m doing
time. Today my head is clear, and I feel a little closer to God
than before.anon
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AL-ANON (related)

In the backwoods culture of Missouri, there were two groups of
people: The respected members of the community worked hard, kept vigil over their
homes, and attended church every Sunday. The others were the poor souls bound for hell
and damnation, lost to the rot and ruin of corn liquor and sinful living.
Looking back, I’m pretty sure the dividing line between the two groups was determined by
who was best at keeping secrets. My family’s secrets were well-kept.
I have pleasant memories of growing up. My dad worked hard all week, wrote songs, played
his guitar, and sang with the choir on Sunday. We marched off to church, me happy in my
youthful ignorance and Mom with her daily dose of pills, following Dad’s leadership
respectfully.
I just knew I would have the perfect life. I couldn’t wait to grow up.
Before I left high school, our school bus driver convinced me to marry him. I wanted to
move to the city, have my own life, and live the perfect dream. He was the answer I had
been looking for.
The marriage failed after 20 years and two children. Nothing had prepared me for the
shock of losing my husband to another woman.
I was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and shame. I tried to fight for myself. After all,
he was the one who had done wrong. I had been perfect.
After the divorce, he got the other woman and I got the cold reality of no income. I
learned to survive.
I turned my house into a seasonal restaurant for tourists who thought of our mountains as
a vacation paradise. I made money serving home-cooked food and smiling until my face
ached. I was too busy to notice the pain.
One day my rescuer came walking in the door. I took one look at that charmer and knew I
could turn him into the man of my dreams.
He told me how sexy I was. Life was going to work out after all! We were married.
Seven years later I was running for my life. The beatings and bruising turned into chasing
after me with a loaded gun and threatening to burn my house down if I even looked at
another man. I never knew what would set him off.
After he calmed down, I’d get flowers.
My obsession became “whatever it took” to make the man happy. I started following him
around, watching him flirt with other women, kissing them right in my face. If I said
anything, I’d get another beating.
One night I was staring at my rage-filled face in the mirror; I didn’t recognize myself. I
had lost my mind, fighting with him and pulling his hair.
The law officers advised me to leave before he killed me. I packed a few things and
headed west. My hard work, my restaurant, my life, my burned-out home—it was all gone
and I was broke.
A good friend suggested I attend some Al-Anon meetings. She had seen my black-and-blue
body, my shame, and my pain.
I took her suggestion to heart and walked into a group of complete strangers who helped
me turn my life around.
After attending three meetings a week and crying my way back to some semblance of
sanity, I decided I could go home. My life was in shambles, but I finally had some self-respect,
courage, and hope.
My husband had divorced me and married someone else. At least that was in my favor.
I knew I could handle my life now. But it took yet another dance with a charming abuser to
teach me to stop blaming the alcoholics and turn my attention to why I kept repeating the
same life lesson.
In working my Fourth Step, I’ve been facing the long-kept secrets of my family tree. A
few brave family members are willing to drag the skeletons out of the closet for the
benefit of truth and understanding.
It’s a painful journey for me. I’m working it out as best as I can.
Every day I’m up early reading my Conference Approved Literature, finding more truths
about myself, and learning to accept myself and my journey without guilt or shame. I’m
finding my way. I’m no longer trying to play God in anyone’s life, certainly not my own.
Today, I have a one-day-at-a-time goal—serenity and peace, not so much drama and
excitement.
I’ve been a grateful member of Al-Anon for 13 years now. I belong with people who enrich
and encourage my life.
I have finally found the missing links in the spiritual foundation of my life: my Higher
Power and the love of my Al-Anon family.
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ABRAHAM

1. Energy Flow Will Bring You Money Too
Now, here is a good place to start… When you were a little child did your mother ever say to you, "Sweetheart, there’s not going to be enough Energy Flow?" Didn’t come up, did it?
In other words, you haven’t learned negative thoughts relative to Energy Flow.
You have learned negative vibrational offerings relative to money.
But you have not learned them relative to Energy flow.
So what you’re wanting to do is take money out of the equation. Because it’s in such a lackful place that putting it in the equation just sort of messes everything up. So take money out of the equation and instead, acknowledge that you have access to a bank account of INFINITE ENERGY FLOW.
Now this Energy Flow will buy you things money won’t.
It will buy you wellness
It will buy you exhilaration
It will bring you good experiences
It will bring you relationships
It will bring you fulfillment
It will bring you money, too
It is a Source through which all things and from which all things come.
Pure positive Energy and it streams forth in abundance.
And you’ve got a Gold Card to this account.
The only thing you have to do to access this account with an endless balance is 2 things.
You have to identify an object of attention to which you will flow it. In other words, if you don’t use it, it won’t come to you. So you have to continually open avenues to which you will flow it by identifying, "I want this, I want this, I want this, I want this".
…And you have to FEEL GOOD when you identify the outlet. As you open that avenue, as you identify that object of attention and you FEEL the positive Energy flowing toward it - now the Energy is flowing…
And we promise you, doors will open that will bring you that. Sometimes the door will be a monetary door, sometimes it will not be. But that does not matter.
Once you’ve identified it and found the feeling place, it must come to you. It defies the Law of Attraction for it not to come.
Abraham San Francisco, CA 2/26/94
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Vernon Howard’s  SECRETS OF LIFE

"Force yourself out of your usual world on Monday, which will be
followed by bewilderment on Tuesday, and by certainty on Wednesday."
                    1500 Ways to Escape the Human Jungle, # 411
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A SCATTERING OF SEEDS

Learning is an upward, ever-evolving process. We will never reach the point where we’ve learned all we need to know. Every aspect of life contains lessons. We can choose to discard them or to embrace them.
Lessons embraced lead to wisdom.
–Mary Manin Morrissey
Native American
"Together we can end the Holocaust against the environment." 
–Haida Gwaii, Traditional Circle of Elders 
We are all familiar with the Holocaust against the people. When this happens we feel bad and we vow never to let it happen again. We need to seriously examine what human beings are doing to the Earth and the environment. Many species are extinct and many more will become extinct during the next 10 years. We are methodically eliminating life that will never return again. Today, we should take time to pray real hard so we wake up before it is too late. 
Great Spirit, today, I pray for us to awaken to what we are doing.
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SEEDS FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR MIND

All is glorious
All is well. In fact, all is more than well — all is glorious.
The only reason you’re able to even notice the discord is because there is so very much harmony in life. Peace is so all-pervasive and gracefully abundant that it doesn’t mind allowing a little conflict to happen.
Imagine the immensity of this planet as it spins perfectly through space for billions of years. The extent of goodness and rightness and power cannot begin to be fathomed.
There is always so much for which to be infinitely thankful. What you perceive as trouble is nothing more than a bit of interesting flavor in the endless perfect bounty of existence.
Open your eyes to all that is real. Open the whole of your being to the glorious magnificence in which you are immersed.
Yes is the answer to every longing. Live the fullness when it is, now.
– Ralph Marston
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HUMOR
Blind Man
While redecorating a church, three nuns become extremely hot and sweaty in their habits, so Mother Superior says, "Let’s take our clothes off, and work naked."
The other two nuns disapprove, and ask, "What if someone sees us?"
But the Mother Superior says, "Don’t worry, no one will see us, we’ll just lock the door."
So the other nuns agree, strip down and return to work.
Suddenly, they hear a knock at the door, and grab their clothes in a panic.
Mother Superior runs to the door and calls through, "Who is it?"
"Blind man," a man’s voice comes back.
So she opens the door, and lets in the blind man, who turns to the nuns and says, "Great tits, ladies, now where do you want these blinds?"
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