Sunday, January 27, 2013

Bundy vs. Dahmer

In my last post, I wrote about my strange, new(ish) obsession with true crime - particularly, murder. I intend to elaborate a little in this post, focusing on the worst of the worst crimes and the people that commit them - serial killers. I think we, as a society or even just as a species, are fascinated by these people because most of us cannot fathom what makes them do what they do - why, if they were born just as innocent and precious as the rest of us, they grew up to become such horrible monsters of beings. What allows someone to commit such horrific acts?

I am interested in these questions because they are the last frontier, in my mind, of understanding/comprehending the human mind/soul. I seem to be able to understand, at least to some extent, the emotions, desires and mentality behind all other human behaviors and actions, but not behind those behaviors and actions that we tend to characterize as 'pure evil'. Maybe by understanding it, we can attempt to change it somehow, and eradicate those behaviors and actions altogether. Of course, that is a lofty hope. But one must have hope.

The other day, while washing my dishes and cooking dinner, I watched two different documentaries: one on Ted Bundy, the U.S. serial killer from the 1970's-early 1980's who attacked young women, often in their beds, to rape and murder them and was caught, tried, sentenced and executed in 1989; the other on Jeffrey Dahmer, the U.S. serial killer from the late 1970's-early 1990s who lured men into his home for sex, then he killed them, dissected and dismembered them, keeping some of their body parts as souvenirs and, on some occasions, he also cannibalized parts of them. In both documentaries, there were interviews with the serial killers. One could really get the sense for their personality in these interviews.
 
On the surface, Dahmer's murders seem much more horrific than Bundy's because of what he did with the bodies. Not only did Dahmer kill his victims, but he used their bodies for sexual pleasure (he was a "necrophiliac"). It is true that in even some cases, Dahmer's acts can be considered acts of torture since, for certain victims, he began to desecrate their bodies before they were actually dead - such as when he performed his so-called "experiments" in an attempt to create "living zombies". To perform these "experiments", Dahmer would first elicit his victims unconscious, then drill a hole into their skull and inject acid into their brains. This, of course, did not work to make "living zombies" and instead, killed his victims entirely (although it is uncertain how long this process of dying took), which caused Dahmer to continue with his usual dismemberment and other activities. His intention, however, was not about causing the victim pain, but to create an absolutely submissive lover who could never leave him. This, of course, was a fantasy that he could never fulfill despite his extreme and horrific attempts.

In contrast, Ted Bundy merely attacked, raped and brutally murdered his victims, leaving their bodies to be discovered by others, then analyzed by crime scene investigators and autopsy physicians. Surely, then, Ted Bundy is less horrific a serial killer than Jeffrey Dahmer? After watching the two documentaries with the interviews with their respective killers, I would suggest that this is not necessarily the most accurate conclusion to make. Clearly, both killers have absolutely no respect for the lives of their victims, and that each of them sees their victims more as objects to be taken for their own pleasure than other conscious beings that could easily be reflections of themselves, such as the rest of us tend to be able to do when we interact with others. However, after these similarities, I believe that Bundy and Dahmer diverge in their personalities and moral consciences.

Watching Bundy in his TV appearances at the time of his arrests, then his behavior at his trial (as he decided to defend himself in court), and finally, his last interview before his execution, I believe he is the quintessential psycho/sociopath. He is charming, intelligent, manipulative, arrogant, attention-hoarding, and is completely without the ability to empathize or have remorse. It is likely that he does not feel that he is culpable of wrongdoing, despite the fact that he "knows" right from wrong - he just doesn't see anything wrong with himself. Even though he appears to take responsibility for his acts and appears to repent in his last interview, I believe that it is still his manipulative, psychopathic personality reigning through in an attempt to somehow attract sympathy from the public in his death. I don't believe him at all. His words say one thing (remorse, etc) while the rest of his face and body say something different (indifference, self-assurance, arrogance, etc). To me, Bundy is the worst of the worst in that he is unable to take true moral inventory of himself and his actions, and thus, it is almost like he has no soul at all. I will return to this thought later.

Dahmer's interviews show a markedly different man than Ted Bundy. Dahmer does not have the same arrogance as Bundy, although his behavior in his killings would suggest that he believed himself exempt from apprehension. I am not entirely sure that's true, though, either. He may have just been so overwhelmed with his compulsion that it didn't matter to him whether or not he was caught - maybe that never really crossed his mind as something about which to be concerned. In any case, psychologists that analyzed Dahmer paint a picture of a lonely man who had no understanding or interest in real human interaction, but who did have a fascination both with death and body parts. In fact, his fascination with these inanimate or previously animate objects began to arouse him at an early age. It may be that his upbringing in the Church, which taught him that his homosexual desires were the work of the devil, caused him to believe himself to be of the evil because he had those desires, urges that might have begun at an early age. Believing his sexuality is evil, and finding that he could have complete control over that which is dead and/or inanimate - control, which he had nowhere else in his life - he somehow linked these two things together and thus, his sexual fantasies escalated to increasingly deviant behaviors. He knew, however, that these fantasies were wrong and 'evil', so to deal with having them, he drank. Apparently, he drank heavily, even as a young teenager. Eventually, however, the drinking couldn't hold back these desires, likely because he couldn't change them into healthier desires, and thus, he began his horrific murderous rampage.

It may be clear that I actually have some slight sympathy for Jeffrey Dahmer. My sympathy is in his self-hatred. He clearly believed himself to be 'evil' - he even said so in his sentencing hearing. He had believed himself to be the devil. I believe this was probably ingrained in his consciousness since he was a child when he might have begun to have some sexual fantasies about other boys and men, learning from the church that these feelings were somehow derived from the devil. I sympathize with that. Clearly, I don't sympathize with where he went with those feelings, but then again, I didn't have his upbringing, nor do I have his genetics/biology - there is likely a neurobiological component. He also doesn't come across as particularly intelligent, as opposed to Bundy. He was intelligent enough to understand dissection, but either was incapable of academic success or was unable to succeed primarily due to his alcoholism, in either case, it left him without much education or intellectuality. Lastly, he showed a genuine sort of remorse in his interviews. Despite the mostly indifferent manner in which he described his actions, he understood that he hurt people and that there was something wrong with him. He hoped that scientists could study him to find out what it is that was wrong with him. Altogether, these characteristics indicate to me that Jeffrey Dahmer was less psychopathic than Ted Bundy, despite his more societal taboo and horrifically deviant behaviors (such as cannibalism). I believe that had he had a different childhood, Jeffrey Dahmer might not have become the horrific serial killer he was. I am less confident that a different childhood could have shaped Ted Bundy differently.

Returning to the concept of a soul, I suppose I would say that Jeffrey Dahmer appeared to have some sort of tortured soul, yet Ted Bundy seemed empty of any conscience at all, which I would say is your soul. My recent "spiritual awakening" has led me to believe that there are two parts of our consciousness - one that is created by the physical body, and also dies with the physical body, and one that is eternal, a fraction of which lives this life attached to this physical body, interacting with the consciousness of this body, and hopefully becoming the primary consciousness driving the functions and behaviors of this physical body. Therefore, in the cases of psychopaths with seemingly no consciences, I believe that these people have lost the control of their eternal, "higher" consciousness  almost entirely to their body's physical consciousness, which has no necessity for others and merely acts in its own interest for its own survival and pleasure. What happens to their 'eternal consciousness' (a.k.a. soul/conscience, etc.)? Well, I suppose I believe it left at some point during their life (childhood, maybe?) - or was suppressed to such a low, hidden level that it essentially became obsolete, unable to gain any control. I am not at all certain I know. Well, in some instances, I believe they learned how to "dissociate" this consciousness as a survival mechanism during childhood, resulting in a substantial loss of it in adulthood (based on the theories behind "dissociative identity disorder").

The idea of two consciousnesses associated with the living being is not an original concept. I have read about it from several different sources now (Michael Newton's "life between lives" hypnosis research; ancients like Plato, Descartes, etc.), so I have begun to integrate it into my understanding of the universe. If everything is made of whatever consciousness is (as I describe in my "theory of everything"), then of course there is a consciousness that is created by the accumulation of parts (cells/molecules/atoms/particles) that make up the human body. This bodily-derived consciousness, thus, should not exist beyond the lifetime of the body as a whole, since when the body dies, each part (cell/molecule/atom/sometimes particles) degrades and is recycled for future use in another form (becoming part of the dirt, then maybe a flower, or a worm, etc, eaten by and synthesized into a bird, etc.), thus, causing the break-up of that consciousness into smaller parts. However, I believe that there is also another, more cohesive and higher-purpose-driven consciousness, one with greater resonance and thus, greater capacity of love, that exists as a whole for eternity. It is this consciousness that I believe each of us have inside of us that is directly derived from "the source" (a.k.a. God/the creator/the information that creates the universe/etc.) and develops through experiences of lifetimes and eventually returns to "the source" for recombination and renewal. Then it all repeats again, forever.

Well, I diverted a little in that last paragraph or two. I think it was necessary, though, in order to explain how it could be that someone (such as a psychopath) could not really have a soul/conscience. I don't know how many people out there that this truly applies to, but I do believe that we can have different amounts of conscience/soul in us, and that some of us do not have very much at all. I think it's sad and what not, but it is mostly scary and one must be able to learn how to spot it and avoid interaction with these people. Unfortunately, I don't think someone like Ted Bundy can be rehabilitated without a miracle. I'm not sure if Jeffrey Dahmer could've been rehabilitated, either, but I do feel like he might have been diverted from serial killing had he had a more overtly loving and accepting childhood. [I have good reasons for this belief, but I will have to share those in a different post...] However, I do not intend to "blame" his parents or caregivers. I think they probably did the best that they knew how at the time, but that Jeffrey was of a particular make that he needed more.

Therefore, I believe we all need to keep trying to figure out how we can love more and better, but also to love ourselves enough to avoid those who cannot love at all.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

True Crime Murders

I've had a bit of an obsession with watching and reading about true crimes - specifically, murders. I prefer historical cases for my reading pleasure and more contemporary for TV watching. Either are fine if it's a movie. I cannot really explain these preferences, and I'm completely baffled by my obsession - I'm merely laying it out here.

Honest fiction truly bores me now. I have always loved the historical novel; E.L. Doctorow is my favorite author who almost exclusively writes historical fiction. I prefer less fiction, but I also want it to be interesting, entertaining, meaningful in a way that sometimes real life does not readily provide. I completely understand that the lines between truth and fiction are not always so clear nor do I need them to be. Of course, that fact is most apparent in true crime cases; eye witnesses are notoriously unreliable, suspects often report a series of lies from which they, themselves, cannot always discern the truth. We tend to agree that there is a definitive, singular reality that occurred in the past through a sequence of events that we would call, The Absolute Truth, which is the goal of crime investigators to attempt to uncover. In reality, we can never truly know that Absolute Truth. In fact, in our country's court system, it is not the goal to reach that Absolute Truth - merely to convince twelve people of the guilt or innocence of somebody's responsibility in perpetrating such crime, "beyond a reasonable doubt." I am not a lawyer, but this is clearly a goal that is quite different and, honestly, much less satisfying to most people interested in history - or just any real story - but it is much more realistic for the functionality of our society. If we had to discover every detail of a story before moving on to the next one, justice would never be served. So, I understand all of this quite well.

But, of course, I still like a good story. And I generally want all the details - well, of course, the ones that make the story good. This is where fiction can easily add to a real event to bring it to life.

In any case, to come back to the main subject of the post - True Crime Murders - I wanted to write about what I've learned so far from my year long obsession (possibly longer). I will preface this as only anecdotal observations from a selection of real crimes, presented to me in a very particular fashion through the media, and thus, it is still wrought with skewed points of view and likely errors, etc. Even so, I think I've made some interesting observations.

1) All murderers are crazy. Absolutely. Who kills someone as a solution to anything? You have to be nuts. Therefore, I really don't think there should be an "insanity" defense. I think that's a given. Just because you're insane doesn't mean you shouldn't be locked up, away from society. If necessary, we could lock the particularly insane folks up in a separate jail for the insane - I mean a real jail, though. There could be three types of institutions: 1) Jail for criminals 2) Jail/mental ward for criminally insane people who have hurt others 3) Mental ward for insane people who do not hurt others.

2) Most murders are caused by someone you know - ok, this is actually a well-known fact. So is the fact that most murders are caused by someone very close to you, like a lover, spouse, significant other, or another type of family member.

To me, this is the hardest fact to comprehend...and yet, it's also easy to recognize. People have said that love and hate are just two sides of the same coin. I might agree - but more that hate arises as the lack of love and it comes from the vacuum of love being taken away - not just never there, but there then taken away. I've felt this vacuum, as I assume most of us have. It is so much more painful than just no feeling of love at all where there might potentially be some at some point. For instance, no one hates someone they've never met, never even heard of before. But they hate their ex-(boy/girl)friend. Yet, when you think about it...this is the saddest fact there ever was - to hate when you used to love.

I think one of the biggest challenges of our lives is to find out how to continue to love through the vacuum, when the love has been taken away from you - or even if it's just a perception on your own part that it has been taken away. All it needs to be is the perception because it's that feeling of the loss that causes the hate - it doesn't actually need to be a reality that there is a loss of love there, it just needs to feel that way. If we all learned how to get through this feeling without losing our own love to hate, there would be a lot less murder - in fact, it might be completely abolished, altogether.

3) Most people who commit murder are kind of stupid, yet arrogant. Thinking that you will "get away with murder" is both arrogant and generally just plain ignorant. There are only a few circumstances that could lead to you getting away with murder: a) you never, ever, ever, ever tell anyone else about it AND b) the time/place of the murder is in a very high crime region where the police department has a huge backlog of cases and they do not have enough time to process everything quickly and it's not a high-profile case (this scenario might only extend the time until getting caught, though), or it's just plainly an incompetent investigation or trial/case OR c) you didn't touch anything or leave any trace of your presence, nobody saw you, you didn't hire anyone to do it, there is absolutely no trace of whatever killed said person and it looked like an accident or death by natural causes AND d) you never do it again.

I'm not trying to tell anyone how to kill someone and get away with it, but I think those are the criteria and I think the likelihood of fulfilling all of them ('a+b' or 'a+c+d') is probably the same likelihood/percentage of murderers who get away with murder - as in, approaching 0%, but not 0%. 'b' is totally chance, so one cannot really rely on that. Thus, a murderer would really have to do 'a+c+d' if they wanted to truly guarantee that they get away with it, and that is nearly impossible.

However, there was one story that I watched that satisfied 'c' (the hardest part to satisfy). The problem, of course, was that he bragged about how he would kill someone (negating 'a'), and he was one of a handful of possible suspects, so the investigators looked to see if he did what he said he would do (poison the person with this very particular substance that is lethal, yet only stays in the body for a very short period of time, with a half-life of like 30min or something) and they found it in the victim's body (just in the-nick-of-time). He was thus convicted. It was likely, also, that his previous lover or spouse (I cannot remember) was also killed in the same manner, but it had not been ruled as a homicide (negating 'd'). Therefore, he had satisfied 'c', but not 'a' or 'd', thus causing his demise. In any case, the guy was clearly too arrogant to 'get away with murder'. You cannot brag. Ever. And...if you get away with it once, you cannot do it again.

Of course, we rarely hear of the cases where people 'get away with murder'. The ones we hear of or know of are the ones where 'b' was satisfied, usually due to an incompetent investigation or trial/case. And those are still conjectures on the part of the public. Such as O.J. Simpson, Casey Anthony...those are the only two I know of at the moment. Historically, of course, murderers got away with it a lot more often, due to the fact that the investigative tools were not nearly as good as they are now. Now we have DNA and methods of extracting very, very tiny amounts of DNA and testing it. We also have huge DNA databases to compare these samples against. There are other tools that we have that have improved, as well, but DNA has been the most compelling, by far.

It's funny to me, though, that it's usually the murderer, themselves, that gives themself away. It's often just their mouth - talking, bragging, writing. One lady was so dumb - so dumb - that she mispronounced anti-freeze as "anti-free", which she used to poison her husband. She typed a suicide note as if it was from him, in which is "anti-free" was also written. When the investigators took her in to the station to interview her, she had a slip of the tongue when they asked which glass she poured his drink into and she said, "well, when I poured the anti-free -" and then caught herself and got all angry and flustered. That's when they knew it was her. Dumbass. I mean, the whole thing is stupid, but the shear stupidity of this woman, and yet she must have thought she could get away with murder... really?!

Obviously, it appears to be a lot of work to try to "get away with murder". It seems to me that it would be much easier just to 'let go' and 'move on' with your life. Get a divorce and pay your alimony and/or child support if it comes to that. It's much easier to do that than live the rest of your life in jail or be on death row. However, murderers are short-sighted, stupid and arrogant. And crazy for thinking that murder was a solution to anything.

I mean, sometimes I'm arrogant - and I probably have a lot better reason to believe so than most of these murderers I've heard about - but I would never think I could get away with murder. Luckily, I've never had the desire to commit murder.


Friday, January 11, 2013

I Am Not the Reincarnation of Jesus Christ

Just thought I'd reiterate this fact.

It was a nice thought, for a moment, that maybe I could be the reincarnation of Jesus Christ, but to be honest...it's even nicer to be my own self. I am the reincarnation of me.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Jesus Christ

You might think I'm using his name in vain in this post, but I am not - I am writing a blog post about Jesus Christ, the man that Christianity formed upon to diverge from Judaism. It's not a scholarly, academic post about him, though - it is a personal post about my experience with the persona called Jesus Christ and how I have come to some peace, recently, about it.

I will make clear that I do not identify as Christian, even though I grew up going to Catholic church on Sundays with my family and I did make my First Communion. I stopped making any efforts to be part of the church after that - my parents gave me the option of going through Confirmation or not. I chose not. I'm positive that if I had been given the choice about my First Communion, I would have also chose not to go through with it. I knew that I did not believe in what the clergy was preaching since I could hear and understand what they were saying. It did not help that I found church to be utterly boring and that it disturbed my otherwise joyous weekend. I have always wondered why the church would not make any effort to make it a fun activity if they so wanted us to continue attending and buy what they were saying to us.

The other half of the story as to why I never bought into Catholicism, or any religion for that matter, was because of my parents - they are both very intelligent people who highly value education. They always taught me to think for myself and to be logical - scientific, even (my father is a physicist and my mother is a psychologist.) So most of the time, the information I received made some sort of logical sense and would be easily verified by my own experience, but then on Sundays we'd go to church and listen to the most outrageous stories that defied all logic and verifiable reality. To be honest, it made less sense to me than Santa Claus, although my belief in him soon fell apart when I realized there was no time for Santa to get to everyone's home in one night, and it was especially difficult for me to see how he could fit down our tiny chimney. However, the fruits of his labor were verified by finding gifts under my tree from him every Christmas, so at least he had that going for him!

Obviously, there's a lot one can say and people have said about Jesus Christ - so much, in fact, that he's hardly a human being. But, that's the thing - the claim is that he was a human being, put on this Earth for a reason - to "save" all humankind. Whether or not that latter part was true, no one argues that he wasn't a human being, although there is absolutely no physical evidence of his existence. There are only effects, which really do not even necessitate real evidence - its these effects that have become the evidence, in and of themselves, because they are so profound. Think about it - whether or no Jesus Christ was a real human being or if he was actually just a pretend puppet that someone made up, does not matter because the effects that are what is real - people believed he was real and told stories about him from generation to generation for what is considered about a thousand years until it was finally written down in the first version of the New Testament of The Bible. In any case, whether or not you or I or anyone believes any of it - Jesus Christ is the most influential person or idea of a person to ever exist - at least thus far. We even measure time by him - we say the year is 2012, but that's only in reference to Jesus Christ's estimated year of birth. To talk about the actual year in time that we exist, well, first we'd need to have that kind of resolution to our understanding of the beginning of time (when the Big Bang occurred), then we'd at least be saying 6 additional digits ahead of it since we know the universe is at least 15,000,000,000 years old. Maybe we'd only be talking since the beginning of Earth, then we'd only have 5 additional digits, since that's about 5,000,000,000 years old. So, as it turns out, Jesus Christ is a time-saver in that he's a great reference for us to use for telling what year it is. Otherwise....well...let's discuss (and by discuss, I mean, I'll just go on monologuing..)

I know there are people like me who wonder who this Jesus Christ really was (obviously, Christ wasn't his last name, so let's just say, Jesus, son of Mary - "Maryson"? haha, I won't do that.) I mean, if he was human, then, by definition, he was just as imperfect as all human being are. Thus, did Jesus get angry at people? Did Jesus cry? Did Jesus do some shitty things when he was younger? Did he hurt others, occasionally on purpose because he was hurt? Did Jesus wonder who his real father was if Joseph wasn't his real father? Did Jesus get angry at Joseph when Joseph tried to parent him? Did Jesus have a co-dependent relationship with his mother, Mary, because she was effectively a single parent? Or was that all bullshit and his father was actually Joseph so none of these 'who-is-my-real-father' questions mattered? So many questions, right? He must have been imperfect, otherwise how could we identify with him? Again, of course no one can ever answer these questions since there's no absolute record of him, of his life. Even the bible jumps from him in the manger to him preaching on the hill in Jerusalem in his early 30s, if not just his last year of life at 33.

Despite the fact that I, personally, have not had a spiritual relationship with Jesus, I have been close to others that have, such as my best friend when I was a teenager (13-15). She was a Lutheran Christian and very much believed in Jesus as her savior. She said that she felt his presence in her life or felt him somehow. She said she hoped that someday I might know him, feel him, too. Because I wanted to please her so badly, I tried to "find" him - I tried to "let him in" or whatever. I had no idea what I was trying to do, but I was hoping I'd know when it happened. Well, nothing happened. But I tried to convince myself it did - that somehow I was "touched" or that I had "found" him. I even told her so. But soon, my conscience gave me away and I couldn't hold onto that lie any longer. I had not "found" Jesus, I had not been "touched" by him. I was sad that I could not join my friend in her world of faith. At the same time, I was also indifferent because I didn't really think it was a real world - I thought it was make believe.

And so I moved on. That friendship faded for many reasons, partly because I was going through an unbelievably difficult time trying to deal with the grief of my sister's and nephew's deaths and partly because I was discovering that I was a lesbian, which really didn't fit with my friend's belief system at all. Too bad she was the first girl I ever fell for. Too bad she was the first girl I ever told that I wanted to kiss. Too bad for me. But, luckily, I moved on. Luckily, I met another girl that did want to kiss me back. And luckily, that allowed me to feel ok with the fact that I am a lesbian. Luckily, by now, I don't need anyone else to help me feel ok with that or any other fact about my identity. But, at age 16 and 17, apparently for me, I did.

The other connection I've had to Jesus has been through the music of my classically favorite band, U2. (I say, "classically favorite" because I have a new favorite band, The Naked and Famous, and I don't really care for the current music being made by U2. It's their classic albums, most notably, The Joshua Tree, that really is my soul. Otherwise, they've become just another pop band that could fade into the noise for all I care. They've lost their edge. Of course, not The Edge, their lead guitarist. He's still around! ha!) In any case, Bono, the lead singer and lyricist of U2, is a fairly devout Christian, as I can tell by his lyrics. I think he's probably one of the best kinds of Christians in that he really practices what he preaches and, next to his role as a rock star, is known world wide as a humanitarian activist. His lyrics, matched with The Edge's guitar riffs and melodies, are why I feel that their music is my soul.

Here's a snipit from one of my favorite songs by U2:

I believe in Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one

But yes, I'm still running

You broke the bones
And then loosed the chains
Carried the cross, all my shame
All my shame

You know I believe it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

This is a powerful song. Actually, it's clearly written in a gospel style, and was recorded live in such manner on their Rattle and Hum album. In any case, this song has always touched me deeply, and I've always known it was, at least partly, written about Jesus. Clearly, in the above lyrics, that fact is obvious. It's like I'm on the verge of believing something when I listen to this song, but then, if I think about it, I still have never had a strong connection with an actual being named Jesus.

But something happened recently while I was listening to this song - to these specific lyrics. I really, really, felt that relief that it conveys with, "Carried the cross, all my shame/ ALL MY SHAME". That's when I realized what this is about: Jesus, let's just keep him as an idea, let's us STOP feeling ashamed of all the shit that we are and do as human beings. In these lines, it is sung that he is taking away our shame when he carries that cross. It's like he is saying, "If I do this for you, you must give up the shame. When you give up the shame, you can continue to grow. And grow up." It's such a relief. It's such a loving gesture. It brings tears to my eyes. Does this mean I've finally been "touched" by Jesus? Or "found" him? I don't know. I don't think so - I still don't know him. I know my sister, though. She died and I feel her in my heart. So, I can understand how someone might feel him. But I don't feel him. I feel these lyrics. And I think I understand what they mean, finally.

There's one last bit I want to write about Jesus here. This bit will come across strangely at first, so bear with me. Recently, one of my spiritual mentors told me something, via "transmission meditation", that was a bit of a shock, to say the least. I'm not sure if it was meant literally, or specifically to me, but she told me, via this transmission, that I am "the second coming". She said that she hadn't really believed in Jesus Christ before, that she had thought he was just a fairy tale, similar to my own feelings about him. In any case, the transmission was so fast that I hardly could ask what was meant by that - if it was meant for me, specifically, or for everyone, that each of us is "the second coming". Also, I assume this refers to "the second coming of Christ". Obviously, it could all be bullshit. But let's put that aside. Suspend judgment, if you will. What happened to me next was what I really want to talk about: I wondered, what if I really am the reincarnation of Jesus Christ?

Well, first of all, that thought fits perfectly into my own megalomania. Sure, I'm Jesus f-ing Christ. That's great, that means I'm the most influential human being in the history of the world (Earth). Let's not talk about the unlikelihood of this fact. But then, of course, the next thing I thought was, 'no way! I can't be Jesus, I'm not that great. I'm not all-loving - I mean, I wish I were, I'm trying to be - but I have all sorts of mean thoughts and difficulties with all sorts of human emotions, some which are dark, for sure. Not only have I had these dark thoughts, but on occasion, I have even said them and on even rarer occasions, I've even done some hurtful things. I am sorry for it, but clearly that means I'm not the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. I am not the second coming.' But then I came back to those thoughts I had previously about Jesus - that if he were human, he would therefore be imperfect by definition (humans are imperfect - life is imperfect). Thus, Jesus would have had difficulties, too, and maybe he had dark thoughts, too. So then I bounced the idea back, well...maybe I could be "the second coming of Christ". I mean, if I believed in that stuff.

So then I think to myself, damn, if I'm the second coming, that means I need to work harder to be all-loving. (And this is what I'm trying to convey - this responsibility I suddenly felt.) Suddenly, I felt a weight of responsibility, and yet also a new purpose, a deep purpose to not only be all-loving, myself, but help everyone I could possibly help to also be all-loving. To do that, we must all surrender our shame. So I sat with these thoughts and feelings for a bit, bouncing back and forth with the idea of what if I am the second coming, or what if we each are? Then I realized it doesn't matter. What matters is that second part, when we take on that responsibility - when each and every one of us takes on the individual responsibility, as if each and every one of us truly feels like we may be the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. (Minus the ego-feeding and megalomania that it supports...after you get past that part, but that part is the attraction, of course.)

This is what I leave you with, then. What if I told you that you are the second coming of Christ? Think about what ways in which you could be - not the ways in which you couldn't, go ahead and forgive yourself those ways - and then hold onto that thought. Now consider what your next moves would be.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Discomfort

I know, it's boring when someone who's sober talks about being sober all the time. But you know what? It's fucking hard. I think we talk about it because it's a drag being the sober one. We have to figure out other things to do with our lives than what we were accustomed to doing - something that most people in our society are still accustomed to doing.

"Let's grab a drink." Well...ok, but I'm having soda or a 'Shirley Temple'. Why can't we say, "Let's meet up to chat"? I mean, I know it's basically the same thing, but I also understand the underlying connotation by it; if we get a drink, we can relax and really feel comfortable with each other. Otherwise, well...it's uncomfortable.

Sober people are trying to deal with that discomfort, too, but in a different way. And it's hard, to be honest. It's fucking hard.

I'm not talking about one day. Or even a week. I'm talking about days on end, each time you're faced with an activity, whether it be social or even by yourself, which used to entail the consumption of alcohol and/or smoking/vaping weed/ganja, you now have to think of something else to do with that activity or time or social encounter. It's like brainstorming all the time and trying to think of something that will be at least somewhat appealing to you to replace it. For instance, at a party, do you drink non-alcoholic beer instead? I did that. It's kinda gross. Ok, well, maybe soda? Well, I did that when we went rafting on the river for a few hours - had a whole 6 pack of diet Dr.Pepper...then felt bloated and gaseous for days afterwards. So scratch those ideas...

I don't really want to be sober from substances, but I feel like I have no choice because I do want to be sober from my love addiction - the crazy behaviors I can have when I feel like I'm losing love (after feeling a 'high' from getting it). Substances lower my judgments and I need them to stay clear so I can learn how to love in a healthy way. So sobriety seems to need to be all-encompassing for it to really stick - at least for me and almost everyone else I've ever met who was serious about staying sober.

Discomfort is a mild form of pain. What I'm learning in my 12-step meetings is that people with addictions learned that pain was not ok, that it is unbearable and must be stopped or at least reduced - no matter what one must do to achieve that goal. We find something that feels so good that it does take away that pain...but then we cannot always have it and soon it gives us less and less of that relief, but we still crave it, we feel like we might die without it (in some cases, this may be true) and thus, for our own survival, we'll do nearly anything for it - the definition of addiction. But when did we learn that pain was so unbearable?

I found out a couple of weekends ago when I visited my family, in a conversation with my mother, that she would do anything to reduce or eradicate our (my siblings and my) pain. She said this in a very self-assured manner (my therapist said it is 'egosyntonic') - like she was proud of this fact. I think I used to be proud of it, as well, and saw it as a self-less act of love. It is derived from love, but it's an enmeshment type of love - it's derived from her feeling my pain and her not being able to handle it. I'm not trying to put my mother down - I have been like this all of my life, as well. I can sympathize with my mother - she either learned it from her parents or came to it from other ways her upbringing taught her. I've always seen this characteristic as a result of being extremely sensitive and sympathetic to others. But now I see it for what it truly is - enmeshment and the inability to sit with pain, to just let it happen and let it pass.

Sitting with our pain is what we're learning to do in sobriety, in our 12-step programs, in our recoveries from our addictions and codependency. Yeah, it sure is uncomfortable. But we learn that it passes, just like everything in this life, in this universe - it's all waves. Up, down, up down...nothing sits still. But if we try to control it...we tend to prolong it or even make it worse. Just let it happen.

That is where finding peace and a 'higher power' comes in - we find peace even in the discomfort because we trust that the universe will normalize our lives again - the crest of the wave will fall, the tide will rise again...everything equalizes if we let it. That's either a belief in a higher power, or in the power of the universe or the wisdom of experience...but it's just trusting that it will come back and the pain that was here today will be gone tomorrow. Soon the discomfort becomes bearable - there's no need to do anything to diminish it, because it diminishes on its own.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Reasons

I want to drink or smoke weed right now. Why?

Because I'm bored.

Because I don't feel like I have anything to look forward to.

Because I feel on the brink of sadness, depression.

Because I don't know what to do with myself except chores or work - stuff that doesn't feel good.

Because I can't run due to a foot injury. And even if I could, I'd probably not be as good at it as I'd think I should be and feel badly about myself.

Because I'm not in a band and cannot seem to write a complete song anymore. And my playing isn't as good as I think it should be, anyway.

Because I have nothing I feel like talking about with anyone.

Because I'm alone.

Because I'll be alone tomorrow still.

Because I don't know if I'll ever not be alone.

Because I'm bored.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

So far away

Twenty years have gone by and I don't feel much different.

I can't fight it, it seems. As far as I get, like the recoil on a stretched rubber band, I fly that much faster right back from whence I came.

I cannot take part in the purposeful destruction of myself. I promised myself and others, but I don't feel any different - I still want to crawl into the nothingness in which I feel I am already. Instead, like a sore that just won't go away, I am still here, growing uglier and more painful each day.

No one's going to rescue me. That is pure fantasy.

I'm just looking for one or two real people who know the truth, or at least don't deny it when they see it.

I'm tired of regurgitated slogans.

After all the love I've given and continue to give, trying my hardest but right now I'm feeling its loss...why am I still so alone?

I thought I'd come so far. But now I've found myself lost again.

So far away from love.