Comments on: Not my words http://www.theswarmite.com/not-my-words Checking Out London Lifestyles, CODEPENDENCY & Urban Addictions Fri, 18 May 2012 11:24:04 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: droid http://www.theswarmite.com/not-my-words/comment-page-1#comment-149 droid Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:04:44 +0000 http://www.theswarmite.com/?p=2953#comment-149 The freedom of the 12 steps indeed is a uniques thing. No salesmen, no one pushing a particular version of God/form of worship down your throat. What a relief. In my first meeting in February of 1985 I heard the word God mentioned and nearly did a runner there and then. I thought "I knew this had to be too good to be true and now someone has mentioned God, fuck, I'm outta here!" Seeing the people in the room were generally pretty damn happy I decided to stick the meeting out anyway, not really wanting to draw attention to myself by pissing off mid-meeting. After all, I was sitting right at the front and was too self-obsessed to let people see me leave. Going for a pee also had to wait. When the meeting was over I asked someone what all the God business was about and they explained. What a relief that was, I could come back again without having to sing hymns, wear socks and sandals and was in with a chance of getting laid and staying clean. Perfect. Life took one big step forward that day, Step One. Still clean and wouldn't swap this for anything over 24 years later. Om namah Shivaya! The freedom of the 12 steps indeed is a uniques thing. No salesmen, no one pushing a particular version of God/form of worship down your throat. What a relief. In my first meeting in February of 1985 I heard the word God mentioned and nearly did a runner there and then. I thought “I knew this had to be too good to be true and now someone has mentioned God, fuck, I’m outta here!” Seeing the people in the room were generally pretty damn happy I decided to stick the meeting out anyway, not really wanting to draw attention to myself by pissing off mid-meeting. After all, I was sitting right at the front and was too self-obsessed to let people see me leave. Going for a pee also had to wait. When the meeting was over I asked someone what all the God business was about and they explained. What a relief that was, I could come back again without having to sing hymns, wear socks and sandals and was in with a chance of getting laid and staying clean. Perfect. Life took one big step forward that day, Step One.
Still clean and wouldn’t swap this for anything over 24 years later.

Om namah Shivaya!

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