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Группа авторов. Spiritual Awakenings II
AA Preamble
Contents
Welcome
SECTION ONE. A Daily Reprieve
Life and Taxes
The Fugitives
Mama Tried
In Search of the Secret
Someone's Got to Show the Way
There Can Be Love and Laughter
Close Shave
Where's My Reward?
Meditation
Where It's At
With a Little Help from My Friends
Life, Not Regrets
How My Father. Twelfth-Stepped Me
Sitting in Silence, Listening
It's Showtime
It's a Privilege
I'm Not Broken
The Path to Power
SECTION TWO. Where Two or More. Are Gathered
One-Room Schoolhouse
Faith Among the Ruins
The Perfect Meeting
On My Knees into the World. Wide Web of Recovery
Inside an ASL Meeting
Summer of Discontent
The Receiving End
Powerless Equals Free
A Power Greater Than Alcohol
Not Alone in the Room
Pat's Story
Ways of Coming into AA
Club Grace
Call Before You Fall
Garden Hose Sobriety
Tuning In to the Spirit
SECTION THREE. Miracles, Mysteries, Synchronicities
The Voice on the Tape
I'll Handle This Myself
The Resentment With No Name
Jackpot
Between Grace and Hope
Sunshine of the Spirit
A Heartbreaker
Serenity Graffiti
The Sounds of Sobriety
Tip From a Bartender
Chain of Trust
The Hole in the Soul
The Hypnotist
A Close Shave
When a Sponsee Slips
A Lost Son's Blessing
No Accident
Highland Sobriety
The Peter Principle
My Heavenly Fit
SECTION FOUR. AA's Big Hoop
The Hoop Gets Bigger
Prayer
Who I Was and Who I Am Now
The Uncertainty Principle
How I Took Step Two
One Hundred Years and Counting
How I Found Alcoholics Anonymous In Perambur
Addressing the Wound
A Core of Love
The Transformation
An HP for the Present
Spiritual Breakthrough
I Can't Fly that Kite Today
Spiritual Honesty
Spiritual Honesty
Sk8ing Through Life
The Sanest I've Ever Been
A Program of Action
Now I Have a Choice!
If You Don't Like It, You Can Love It!
THE TWELVE STEPS
THE TWELVE TRADITIONS
Alcoholics Anonymous
AA Grapevine
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Awakenings II
More Journeys of the Spirit
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There were many people coming and going in my life then, but my constant companion—the one thing I could count on—was getting high. Drugs and alcohol were the things that kept me going and the yummy twins that awaited me for a threesome at the end of every long week. It's been a long time since my life was anything at all like that, but I still have thoughts of, Okay, tomorrow is Friday and I made it through another week. Where's my reward?
In contemplating this, what I realize is that this is still alcoholic thinking holding me hostage. I'm looking outside of myself yet again for something to fill that void. The road has gotten narrow lately in a way I can't describe. I've come to a certain plateau, and there's resistance to continuing the journey. It's not even that it's such a struggle; it's that I feel like I'm looking at this bleak, blank vista ahead of me and I have no desire to take another step.
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