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SEPT.4, 2017 OUR GROUP 23 OF MORNING HOTSHOTS

SEPT.4, 2017 OUR GROUP 23 OF MORNING HOTSHOTS
DAILY
 
 
Good Question
From: “Easy Does It”
“When we find ourselves up-tight and even frantic, we can ask ourselves occasionally, am I really that indispensable? Or Is this hurry really necessary? What a relief to find the honest answer is frequently no! And such devices actually serve, in the long run, not only to help us get over the drinking problem and its old ways; they also enable us to become far more productive, because we conserve and channel our energy better. We arrange priorities more sensibly. We learn that many actions once considered vital can be eliminated if they are thoughtfully reexamined. How much does it really matter? is a very good question.”
1998 AAWS Inc.
Living Sober, pages 45-46
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VERNON HOWARD
 
“Let your destination unfold as God wants it to for you.”
 A Treasury of Trueness, # 412
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DAILY REFLECTIONS SEPT.4, 2017 
 
Yes, there is a long period of reconstruction ahead. . . .
— ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, p. 83
The reconstruction of my life is the prime goal in my recovery as I avoid taking that first drink, one day at a time. The task is most successfully accomplished by working the Steps of our Fellowship. The spiritual life is not a theory; it works, but I have to live it. Step Two started me on my journey to develop a spiritual life; Step Nine allows me to move into the final phase of the initial Steps which taught me how to live a spiritual life. Without the guidance and strength of a Higher Power, it would be impossible to proceed through the various stages of reconstruction. I realize that God works for me and through me. Proof comes to me when I realize that God did for me what I could not do for myself, by removing that gnawing compulsion to drink. I must continue daily to seek God’s guidance. He grants me a daily reprieve and will provide the power I need for reconstruction.
From the book Daily Reflections
Copyright © 1990 by
Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Inc.
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The evolution of freedom in the human mind is a slow process. Many movements in the world that claim to be seeking liberty only produce new kinds of bondage. We should beware of them. They are born out of the idea of depression; they are born out of the spirit of bondage. If we want freedom, we must understand that freedom can never come by the imposition of a will of the minority over the majority. It is born finally, and only in such degree as some system is devised whereby individuals are allowed complete freedom so long as they do not, in their freedom, impose bondage on someone else.
Ernest Holmes
 
I spent a lot of time in Fort liquordale Florida.
Anonymous

“The man who has no inner life, is the slave of his surroundings.”🔆 Henri Frederick Amiel “So those bars i see that restrain your wings– I guess you won’t mind, if i pry them open.” Rumi 🐦 “A sense of separation from God is the only lack you need correct…” ACIM🌿
 
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; 
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
 
 We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat: 
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
 
 Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, 
that we should remain in being beside thee?
 
 We and our existences are really non-existence; 
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
 
 We all are lions, but lions on a banner: 
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
 
 Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen: 
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
 
 Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; 
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
Masnavi Book I, 599-607 
 
 
A COURSE IN MIRACLES INSIGHTS
ACIM Workbook Lesson 248 Insights
“Whatever suffers is not part of me.”
Only the Light of God is truth. When I make anything else real, I am disowning the truth. When I make differences real, when I make bodies real, when I make the world real, I am disowning the truth. I cannot make illusions real and remember the truth at the same time. They are complete opposites. It is helpful to ask myself, “Right now, what am I making real, illusions or the truth?”
 
This lesson is asking me to be faithful in disowning falsity. I can only do this when I do not believe in what my eyes and ears are showing me. This takes vigilance on my part. It takes a willingness to see through the eyes of Christ. The Holy Spirit reminds me that everyone is still Love, no matter what the false mask they may be showing me. Illusion is still just illusion and does not matter.
 
The Holy Spirit helps me dis-identify with the world and all its forms, if I let Him. The Holy Spirit helps me dis-identify with suffering and pain, if I let Him. The Holy Spirit helps me dis-identify with every ego thought, if I let Him. Today I will practice letting the Holy Spirit transform my mind and see the world as the Holy Spirit sees it.
 
In general I would describe my life as peaceful and happy. Yet when I pay close attention to my thoughts, it’s amazing how many of my thoughts still seem to focus on things that are less than peaceful and happy. A disapproving thought about someone’s behavior, a sore muscle, an itch, a headache, a thought of impatience, feeling hurried, concerns about money. These are just a few of the little distractions that all too often succeed in limiting my experience of peace and happiness.
 
It’s as though I have a threshold in my mind of how much I will allow happiness and peace in my life. If I go too far above that threshold, some judgmental thought will pass through my mind or some body twinge will capture my attention to bring me back to that acceptable threshold.
 
Today’s lesson reminds me that nothing that suffers or lacks peace in any way is part of me. I simply need to disown these thoughts instead of claiming them and ruminating on them.
 
In this world these thoughts are all around me. It is not my job to be without them. My job is not to claim them and make them real in my mind. A key to this is practicing vigilance, watching my thoughts. As any discomforting thought crosses my mind, the moment I recognize it, I can remind myself, “Whatever suffers is not part of me.” It is a way to step back and disown those thoughts so that I can make room for the Thought of Love, which is What I am, to return to my awareness. It’s like the section in the Text “above the battleground.”
 
Each time I can step back from conflicting thoughts, I make it easier to welcome the Holy Spirit’s perception in place of my own. The habit of thinking in terms of separate identities is well established. And so I need to rededicate my faithfulness to disowning those thoughts. Each time I revert to buying into the old thought system is just another opportunity for re-dedication. It is not justification for self-condemnation. It is simply a reminder to choose again and remember, “Whatever suffers is not a part of me.”
I’ve had a real opportunity to practice this lesson. I seldom get sick. Even when stuff is going around the office and everyone else is getting it, I don’t. But a couple of days ago, I got a bug or something right out of nowhere. I’m on the road, visiting customers and started throwing up and got a fever. I finally made it to a motel and spent the night being sick.
 
I didn’t know exactly how to disown this. It was pretty compelling evidence of misery. I started noticing how strongly I was resisting the physical manifestations and decided to stop. I surrendered the whole thing to Holy Spirit. I decided that if I needed to throw up then, so what? I’d just do it. I also realized that when I asked for healing, I was asking for healing not only of the physical discomfort, but also of the sick thoughts that brought me to this illness.
 
My principle prayer was that Holy Spirit heal my thinking. When I woke up in the night feeling bad and unable to go back to sleep, I just took out the Pathways A Course in Miracles study course I was working on and did a few questions until I was sleepy enough to fall asleep again. Several times over the last two days I’ve reminded myself that it is my choice to surrender my situation.
 
I’m not sure if this was the best way to handle the situation, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. It did help me a lot, and it was the least uncomfortable I have ever been when sick. When I quit resisting the discomfort, it eased up and I felt better.
 
I wonder how other people disown thoughts of illness when in the midst of discomfort and pain?
 
Regarding your comments about your difficulty with disowning thoughts of illness, which result in sickness, Jesus is not asking us to deny the fact that in the dream we experience sickness. In this lesson he is asking us to realize that all pain is disowning the truth of our total perfection and safety in God. We are not our bodies. In truth we are part of God and God cannot be sick. What gets sick comes from the sick ego mind and is illusion.
 
This is an important difference. Sickness is not of God. We are part of God. That is why Jesus says in the title of the lesson, “Whatever suffers is not part of me.” When we remember this, we don’t take physical manifestations so seriously. We may still experience the manifestations, but we recognize that this is not what we are. The experience comes from not recognizing ourselves as the Love that God created us to be. In this lesson Jesus tells us, “Whatever suffers is not part of me. What grieves is not myself. What is in pain is but illusion in my mind.” (1:3-5)
 
It can be helpful to remind ourselves of the truth, such as, “I accept myself as God created me. I am worthy of His Love and peace. I remain innocent. My Identity has not changed from the loving universal Self God created.”
 
Now I am disowning self-concepts and deceits and lies about the holy Son of God. Now I am ready to accept my Identity back as God created me and as I am. In short, sickness shows me I am denying my Identity as God’s Son. The antidote is in accepting my Identity as the holy Son of God.
 
This morning I experienced an itchiness in my eyes. My ego mind tells me it is a reaction to the pollen in the air. I do not want to deny the fact that my eyes are experiencing itchiness and are watering. I do want to deny that this is what I am. I do want to deny that I am a body. The itchiness is experienced by the body, which is the ego’s mechanism to experience the lie of separation. I am not the body. This goes back to the title of the lesson, “What suffers is not part of me.”
 
Thanks. That is a very clear explanation of this lesson as it applies to illness. I see the difference you are pointing out. If I understand you correctly, I don’t deny I am sick; I deny I am the manifestation of the illness.
 
I think it is a matter of separating myself from my script, or the dreamer from the dream. I wrote myself a part as a suffering individual. That doesn’t mean I am that sad, sick, person all alone with her misery. I am still as God created me; perfect and whole and never apart from the Sonship, and that is the thought I hold as my prayer.
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“Man’s conscious state is an awareness of body and breath. His subconscious state, active in sleep, is associated with his mental, and temporary, separation from body and breath. His superconscious state is a freedom from the delusion that “existence” depends on body and breath. God lives without breath; the soul made in his image becomes conscious of itself, for the first time, only during the breathless state.”
Paramahansa Yogananda
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Good evening, everyone. I extend my warmest greetings to the members of the Swedish Academy and to all of the other distinguished guests in attendance tonight.
 
I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but please know that I am most definitely with you in spirit and honored to be receiving such a prestigious prize. Being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature is something I never could have imagined or seen coming. From an early age, I’ve been familiar with and reading and absorbing the works of those who were deemed worthy of such a distinction: Kipling, Shaw, Thomas Mann, Pearl Buck, Albert Camus, Hemingway. These giants of literature whose works are taught in the schoolroom, housed in libraries around the world and spoken of in reverent tones have always made a deep impression. That I now join the names on such a list is truly beyond words.
 
I don’t know if these men and women ever thought of the Nobel honor for themselves, but I suppose that anyone writing a book, or a poem, or a play anywhere in the world might harbor that secret dream deep down inside. It’s probably buried so deep that they don’t even know it’s there.
 
If someone had ever told me that I had the slightest chance of winning the Nobel Prize, I would have to think that I’d have about the same odds as standing on the moon. In fact, during the year I was born and for a few years after, there wasn’t anyone in the world who was considered good enough to win this Nobel Prize. So, I recognize that I am in very rare company, to say the least.
 
I was out on the road when I received this surprising news, and it took me more than a few minutes to properly process it. I began to think about William Shakespeare, the great literary figure. I would reckon he thought of himself as a dramatist. The thought that he was writing literature couldn’t have entered his head. His words were written for the stage. Meant to be spoken not read. When he was writing Hamlet, I’m sure he was thinking about a lot of different things: “Who’re the right actors for these roles?” “How should this be staged?” “Do I really want to set this in Denmark?” His creative vision and ambitions were no doubt at the forefront of his mind, but there were also more mundane matters to consider and deal with. “Is the financing in place?” “Are there enough good seats for my patrons?” “Where am I going to get a human skull?” I would bet that the farthest thing from Shakespeare’s mind was the question “Is this literature?”
 
When I started writing songs as a teenager, and even as I started to achieve some renown for my abilities, my aspirations for these songs only went so far. I thought they could be heard in coffee houses or bars, maybe later in places like Carnegie Hall, the London Palladium. If I was really dreaming big, maybe I could imagine getting to make a record and then hearing my songs on the radio. That was really the big prize in my mind. Making records and hearing your songs on the radio meant that you were reaching a big audience and that you might get to keep doing what you had set out to do.
 
Well, I’ve been doing what I set out to do for a long time, now. I’ve made dozens of records and played thousands of concerts all around the world. But it’s my songs that are at the vital center of almost everything I do. They seemed to have found a place in the lives of many people throughout many different cultures and I’m grateful for that.
 
But there’s one thing I must say. As a performer I’ve played for 50,000 people and I’ve played for 50 people and I can tell you that it is harder to play for 50 people. 50,000 people have a singular persona, not so with 50. Each person has an individual, separate identity, a world unto themselves. They can perceive things more clearly. Your honesty and how it relates to the depth of your talent is tried. The fact that the Nobel committee is so small is not lost on me.
 
But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life’s mundane matters. “Who are the best musicians for these songs?” “Am I recording in the right studio?” “Is this song in the right key?” Some things never change, even in 400 years.
 
Not once have I ever had the time to ask myself, “Are my songs literature?”
 
So, I do thank the Swedish Academy, both for taking the time to consider that very question, and, ultimately, for providing such a wonderful answer.
 
My best wishes to you all,
Bob Dylan
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Sincerely,
Ron Richey
545 Queen St. #701
Honolulu, Hi 96813

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