Writers Alcoholics Anonymous Intervention SoS!

Writers Alcoholics Anonymous Intervention SoS! I am looking for an alcoholic anonymous alternative for a spirit junkie…addicted and abandoned can I vent here, would you recommend the best intervention?

I am a junkie. A state of 90% spirit and 10 % mind. Half the time, inebriated. The faculties of judgment and reasoning are inebriated by my drinking habits. I am an alcoholic looking to pour out my problem on paper. Is this a safe space to let it all out? I give it a try anyway. I cannot function without a glass or more of ‘that’ wine in the morning. Let me introduce myself.

I have a weakness for wine I heard a great man once say, “I am a spirit with a soul in a body.” That is why spiritual wine is my only escape. My body carries no form, has the last place according to order of importance and precedence in understanding my cravings. I finally get it! My soul gets drunk of this spiritual wine, a special brand and blend of wine I will give ‘all’ of my worth just to get me through the day, and days become nights until times and spaces fold. I soar! Not conscious of time and distance I cannot feel my body anymore. My soul sings for you to the taste of that goodness, it is glad and joyful. I have finally found the lover of my soul, and my spirit is not grieving anymore. I am numb to the point of oblivion, and blissfully unaware of life’s problems.

The aging and taste of this wine is older than old. The older it gets the sweeter the taste. I do not want to be sober. Where can I find the right audience to pour myself out in this abundance. My soul has a grievance when I don’t get to have a sip. But when I do, it burns my blood and my tongue is scotched, and the throat is no longer patched with thirst. It tickles my taste buds and the elements melt away in joy. I have finally found peace.

The thirst I would have is for a high. It burns like a fire 🔥 and even scotches my clothes with excitement, wanting to release that burn that cannot be quenched, but is crying for expression. Holy Ghost fire! My tongue is barbaric. I know not what I say, I do what I do not do, and don’t do what I need to do, please help me. I speak like the oracles, and of a scribe, my tongue is a pen 🖊️ like that of a ready writer. 📝 ✍🏾

They say of spiritual things, when you have reached this stage, you are a written epistle known and read by all men. Of hearts and many, papers and volume without number. I have lost count, and track of how many times my writing has been published. But is it heard of this nature? That what I have is a reserve of a wisdom like a deep well that only a man of understanding would search for, and will eventually draw it out. A way of knowledge to translate and transform the mind with ‘the’ kick as a quick fix, light 💡 effect in darkness 💡 an illuminated knowledge, and of transformation, a brain shift the kind that paper alone, cannot be enough. It is a revelation only by experience. And of the books 📚 written, if an attempt is made to publish such words in a lifetime, the world unrepentant, cannot contain it, yet trans-generational as it is unforgiving to someone that has chosen this path deliberately, opium to a junkie or addictive. It will wear off they say. Give it time, the mind of a heretic, and a fool of the bottle.

The heart wants what the heart wants, I heard that before, it can choose and filter only that which is of benefit, needful at the hour, but not always lawful, because it defies all natural laws, I am arrested, such a controlled substance that gladdens the heart 💓, this wine is my first love. Like the wind that inhabit the air, but of this wine, gives rise to a high. With no sense of gravity. But is like the wind, the fix to an unusual high, a pleasant surprise and like a gentle breeze calming, blowing where it ‘listeth,’ is unexpected highs, every time I take that sip. It is a new level of high, and it blows where it wants you positioned and takes the lead. Submissively following, You see the trees moving but you do not know where it is going, and comes from. At this point you don’t care where it takes You, my true north, Cambridge dictionary gave a half-baked answer. Had to add scientific facts on neural plasticity to expand the imagination a little in understanding. Let’s stretch the brain cells a little, like rubber, and of the imagination, The True North and brain action combined is… in the wavering of between two worlds. Trying to find my ground.

Neural plasticity in science, but of the imagination and creativity, this connects my brain to a frequency inexplicable but capacity of 100% function in productivity. But my speech is incoherent. Verywellmind.com on calls it the fancy word Neuroplasticity. In a nutshell, I would say an exercise of the mind.

The language can only be understood as that of a drunkard, incoherent in speech but on paper they say, you cannot stake your life on, and ignore the facts that you need an intervention, yet I am spiritually bankrupt without it, wasting away.

And in gifts and timing, opportunities for expression to the world are limited to a few, that have the prince of the air as a weapon in their possession and obsession to control and lead the masses in media with a few philosophies and witty ideas, propaganda. They can weaponise the airwaves and choose what should be of public knowledge and topical issues for consumption, priced and packaged to fit what audience? It leaves me panting and eager to see who will give me a bone or pat my head when I wag my tail like a dog wanting to appease.

A dog would go an extra mile when you give it an inch of your attention and time for a slightest pat or rub on the belly, but what is there to say to the one that has no leash tying them down to string followed along with the masses but without a backbone? All answered to the wiles of the prince of the airwaves, but who then caters to cater to that audience that gets me? In the end my fellow writers, of the Alcoholic Anonymously squeezed out of the readership and media limelight. Break forth, and enlarge your tent ⛺️ should I stretch forth the curtains of your niche, wider net of influence, to spare not this self - editing epiphany chance and win this $500 dollar challenge, just so our voices are vocal enough on vocal? If this is the mouth that needs to be fed without losing my soul, but withholding nothing, not trade it for the world, then so be it. This would either revive or offend, but I am not a politician I know that they that have ears would hear, and eyes would still read to be encouraged, and this is where I bow out like the old saying by Ema Bomberk , “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me….” And the late Dr Miles Munroe would add this saying he heard from 1975, by Oral Roberts a Christian televangelist that said “ The way you wanna live in life is, expect the best and prepare for the worst. Do all that you can and leave the rest to God.” A statement that kept him all his life, made him thrive as leader, not accolades but the shared talents he had and gifted to world, as a God given gift he practiced this philosophy, and everything that followed was a manifesting of the self, and his finding a way to living a purpose-driven life.

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I will take responsibility for what I drink today, and seek an AA intervention because it is a cup I choose to take, who shall bear witness, and the weight of this cup with me? I do not need my head to be examined, but I have a life in my spirit and it’s threatening to overload my heart, mind, body and soul. Dying to myself, I am being poured out on paper to reach my audience with the same level of joy, that makes the things of this world in its wisdom grow strangely dim’ and insignificant to the light of these glorious moments, a high that is said to be strange to what is proper by worldly standards, foolishness. Taken to the bottle of this wine 🍷, a toast 🥂join me, and celebrate 🍾 my one millisecond of sobriety. The only time between the urge of taking my next drink. I do not think I would be able to say I have been sober for even a single moment, because I have become an alcoholic and I am addicted to the Holy Ghost wine, branded. I am not looking to make a speech or be coherent by worldly standards, sane and sober. I would not be able to sit in an AA meeting long enough to sober up, enough to rehearse these lines, let alone add even a single day claim to sobriety to my introduction ceremony. I have never been sober ever since I took that sip for the first time. What would you have me do in a drunken stupor? That is why I can only make a sound on Vocal as my first appearance to be auditioned and audible enough I have found my niche. It is not clanging cymbals, but Who’s that judge? Like the first buzz like any talent of choice would receive, there is only one judge of choice among the panel of judges on the VOICE show, that buzzed me in. I am in! 🙏🏾🫣🥂👏🏾.

One for the road, ….. of why I am making my first appearance on Vocal through this challenge is because of the definition in theme, and meaning of this moment, spiritually is a manifestation of the self, and as the Oxford dictionary’s description of the word ‘Epiphany’ implies, this narrative fits the bill of 1. A Christian through the manifestation of the Christ, to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi, (Matthew 2:1-12) 2. My moment of sudden and great revelation or realisation. I am guilty on all two counts as felony charges, in the English language punishable by the law, a convicted felon of Self-Editing Epiphany editorial charge. Another counter charge of driving under the influence of alcohol and threat to public safety is pending.

I have decided to enrol into the self-help projects service called Self-Editing Epiphany AA, arrested on drinking charges and released on good behaviour only to have community service conditions apply, on counter charges to pay back the $500 dollar fine for the grievance caused by my actions. Vocal would foot my bill 💵. A slap on the wrist, this time, but an opportunity of self reflection and awareness to show remorse that I am being accountable to myself and others, that crave an authentic connection with their faith and confidence in God, and inspiring others through their work to give back to world, because we are indebted to give and share our gifts to bless others or choose to frustrate or suppress them, only to follow others that take the chance when opportunity presents itself.

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