Dear Unsealers,
To all those still stuck in addiction, when you stop there’s a big hole missing there are keys to the ignition to higher consciousness to open a closed mind’s vision. Time to cook up some new food for thought when lost dreams awaken I sought it out through prayer and meditation Things will get clearer I’m a witness to trial and error with full dedication. I walked by the side of the Paul Bearer until I had a full revelation. Dropping the ego that was full of frustrations, not mine but thy will be done gives me constant elevation. There’s more to life than just numbing the pain, deeply engraved my scar tissue is being mended and saved. Working through my issues the feeling is brave. Not running from my emotions gives me even better days. Life still happens but freedom from an obsession with things I used to crave is a blessing that I got it before I lay in my grave. I can be better than my past one day at a time at a steady pace. If I keep taking out the trash to create new neural pathways. A simple program for a complicated person if it works it’s working at being a better version. I’m going on an excursion inside of myself throwing out a burden and cleaning house. I know the drill thanks to a higher power and turning over my will is a daily reprieve ‘ a coping skill’. there’s hope to build in the recovery field trying to hold on to old ideas the results were nil. The snake seizes the heel when things seem to have a pleasing appeal. Grab your chest plate, armor, and shield to avoid the triggers, schemes, and treacherous ordeals. We let go absolutely, so I’m here giving freely to fulfill my duties to be a productive member of all communities. The universe is where my immunity lies must stay plugged into the source or my recovery dies .differences of opinions, internal controversy God supplies a higher power to all diversities. Mines, or your understanding of one could set you free from tragedies evil deeds, the planting of a seed. Where excessive greed and compulsion of wants and needs will no longer succeed. I will not Leave the past behind nor wish to shut the doors on our memories. Trust and believe there are therapeutic recipes farther than the eye can see. Research and study a disease that’s been slowly killing me. I take a fearless searching moral inventory so I can process the change slowly surfacing within my story. I found something here that I thought I would never find a gift of gratitude an inner sunshine where love is no longer blind. There was a downhill spiral now it’s an uphill climb but supported at the same time. The journey is being recorded along the way I see the signs. My prayers are being answered as long as I keep reading between the lines. This ain’t a race I see progress through blind faith in a divine. We must not let our fallen die in vain. Recovery is possible when there’s nothing more to lose but everything to gain. We break the chain of insanity and dance in the rain. I feel their pain, I pray they get off the street and find peace. We find strength where we are weak and love once the hate is deceased. This is where it gets twice as deep. I take the cotton out of my ears and put it in my mouth when the speaker speaks. This is where I admit defeat and the newcomer is saved a seat because their life is never obsolete. Have faith to take the leap. The goal is to learn how to stand on our own two feet. Instead of roaming aimlessly, like lost sheep the broader the foundation the higher the peak, and become like that rose that grew from concrete. A true inheritance for the meek, a flood to a leak. We critique the patchwork that is sown into a new lifestyle that flows gently down the creek.