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Friday, April 12, 2024
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
A Hard Funeral(s) To Sit Through
Out of respect for my father, I attended a funeral (unrelated to family) today. This wasn't the first time I'd done this. When I was in high school, I attended a funeral with him. I remember it clearly, for the deceased had killed himself via suicide, leaving behind a boy who was only one or two years older than I (the boy went to my high school and the divorced dad had attended church with us).
That was my first hard funeral due to the tragedy tied to the cause of death.
This one today was tough, but mostly it had to do with the tragic, longstanding narrative tied to the deceased's family life.
The pastor who officiated (who was a family friend of the deceased) beat the drum of his dead mentor "loving Jesus" to the maximum. We mourners heard this over and over again. All the while, everyone there knew the dead man, nor his family members had not darkened the door of the church in decades. And the setting clearly spoke to this dichotomy. For the wake and funeral was held in a tee-ninny suburban funeral home parlor where the overflow crowd of mourners were all squeezed in like sardines within the repurposed pews.
At the outset of the service, the officiating pastor cited the book of Samuel, quoting scripture which captured David eulogizing Saul (post his suicidal death). That was fitting, but I don't believe many mourners picked up on the subtleties therein (is there no more anticlimactic Biblical figure than Saul?).
Not long after that opening salvo, the pastor used the word chaos to describe the deceased man's family, doing so right there in front of his widow, two daughters and all the grandchildren / great-grandchildren (they were all packed in too). He even went so far as to specifically cite the bastardization of the man's first grandchild (borne from his youngest daughter) as if it was yesterday's news.
Most of those in attendance likely knew the family when that particular shit hit the fan. The year was 1989. Understandably, his daughter's future (& their family's trajectory) was forever changed as a result, but what had to have made the greatest specific impact was the unshakable stigma they were now saddled with. Particularly considering their place as a well-established, upper-class Jacksonian family.
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What I'm going to say next is going to sound like a cop out, but I'm going to say it anyway because I believe it (& lived through it).
The 1980s weren't good to any of us white folks, and this family was (like so many) right within its crosshairs. I'm not blaming this decade of excess for their specific missteps, but you must realize that families were hit from two (if not more) sides during this decade.
1. Enormous economic success that was unparalleled. Especially for those who were put together and Dale Carnegie extroverted (as the deceased had been during that era). Most professionals were making money hand over fist (both earned & unearned) which precipitated enormous buying power for these. Constraint / "quiet living" along with temperance were ideas from the past that were outright mocked during this era. Everything, and I do mean everything was hinged on excess and immediate gratification, no matter the risk.
2. Massive shift in societal norms as it pertained to the prioritization of class / cliques / relational circles of influence. Autonomy was so very out. Country club status quo was everything and everywhere in the '80s. There was more chrome and hairspray, Porsche and Winnebago than had ever been seen prior here in America. For all of these veneers / brands screamed, "LOOK AT ME!" Arguably, all of the upper / middle-class family's identity was classed directly to these pleasurable platitudes, leaving it particularly vulnerable to headship neglect / distraction.
Considering both of these, time and energy to play within this particular arena massively downplayed what once was the bastion of familial importance:
The husband / father's role as protector. And not just via shielding but via exposure / knowledge / insight that's used to educate / shrew the family of cultural / societal deception risk(s).
The familial chaos cited by today's funeral pastor, I'm convinced, found both its origin and virility during this powerfully influential decade.
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Two distinct funerals. Considering both this one today and the one from my teenage years, both were tremendously hard to sit through but for different versions of tragic.
My dad thanked me at the conclusion of each for taking the time to attend. Because I was there to stand with him, I'm glad I did.
Saturday, April 6, 2024
Chipping Away At Your Ever-Present "Lust Noise"
These presently uber-popular prescription diabetes / weight loss pharmaceuticals (weekly injectables) claim to diminish the volume (think sound) of patient's "food noise" as they go about their day-to-day activities. Patients describe "food noise" as the Siren Song of eating. Hence, by reducing that noise, resisting compulsive food intake is made substantially easier.
Scientists don't understand exactly how this pharmaceutical works internally to accomplish this.
But I have a theory.
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You'll hear the notion of neuroplasticity A LOT within (virtual groups) Samson Society. This is the notion / theory that our brain can "rewire" itself, therein forming "new neuro-pathways" over time.
If you give credit to the meaning of the word plastic, it implies being shaped / formed ONCE into a new shape / form. It's a violent process that takes its fair share of energy to pull off.
There are certainly certain engineered forms of material plastics whose potential is designed-in to be easily recycled / reformed / repurposed, but mostly, the term plastic implies one significant "shaping" only. One and done. Use the newly shaped object and discard it.
Hence, scientific research now seems to point towards the fact that the brain isn't at all neuroplastic. Nonetheless, it can move towards new information / understanding, and as such, abandon routes used prior - once new ones are established. But this takes not only time but the will for the brain to move towards "blue ocean" (new territory). And as stated prior (whilst staying with my materials plastic analogy), this is a violent, energy-intense process for the brain to accomplish. All the while warranting no guarantee of true recovery return in the end.
Regarding the brain's willingness to do this, I'm convinced there must be motivation / motivators (positive or negative or some combination) therein. Otherwise, there's no true gain or win in doing so, and sans motivation / motivators (positive / negative), the mind won't be convinced.
And, based on personal experience / observation, that motivator needs to come (to some degree or another) in the form of seemingly uninterruptable / uninterrupted pain.
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A few weeks back, I hit the pause button on my role as a Silas to one particular young man. He and I had been walking closely together for +/-6 months.
Why did I do this?
There was no will for his brain to move towards blue ocean.
His upper-class life was absolutely defined by safety net after safety net after safety net. Whether it was his church, his parents, his wife, his role as a student (professional college), all around him were safety nets. There was no need for him to fear any real consequences related to choosing to indulge in compulsive sexual sin. For he was convinced that none of the safety nets would ever be removed as a result.
This young man was quite transparent with everyone within his sphere of influence (all mentioned above) regarding his illicit behavior, but as such, he knew he could continue to get away with it Scot-free.
No motivation to move towards blue ocean = zero chance of recovery.
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Committing / experiencing Samson Society, for Rob, has been rooted in blue ocean. My motivation came from the stifling, consistently debilitating emotional pain via my job loss back in September of 2013 (I'd broken my employer's IT policy). Via that emotional trauma, I developed PTSD which was hellacious. This 18-month brain torture positioned me - no holds barred - towards blue ocean. Not once did I look to anything familiar related to therapeutic healing. Instead, it was boots-on-the-ground, facing west (not once turning to the right or the left) and marching forward into the unknown.
I absolutely had to get help / healing for my tormented / traumatized brain.
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After the devastation of Hurricane Katrina (2005) in New Orleans, LA, Houston, TX stepped up and agreed to "receive" a massive number of impoverished (now homeless) New Orleanians who'd lost everything due to the storm. If I remember correctly, they were bussed to Houston, caravaning west in one accord.
The situation in NOLA immediately following the hurricane was bleak. Levees had failed which had precipitated massive flooding, utilities were down (water / electricity), and looting / crime were rampant. Keep in mind too that this was late August of that year. Temps were close to 100 at 100% humidity.
The housing within the Lower Ninth Ward of NOLA was literally wiped away by the storm, and no one truly realized just how apocalyptic the situation would become - literally overnight.
NOLA has been known for rampant crime for decades, and back then, things were no different. Much of this is fueled culturally via substance abuse. NOLA has always been a destination city (drunken tourism) that leaves little incentive to actually put down roots therein.
Houston, TX is about as culturally opposite to NOLA as one might imagine. And yet, here these poor homeless blacks were. There amongst, literally surrounded by, all those generous, cowboy-hat wearing Texans.
Most of them never left Houston. Even after being given an opportunity to return to a "rebuilt NOLA". For their lives were better thanks to the blue ocean experience they'd embarked upon.
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Compulsive sin is tied to memory.
That's what it comes down to. Memory and calculated risk.
You recall what you experienced prior (& how pleasurably rewarding it was), and from there, you make a decision to undergo a calculated risk to move, once again, in that direction. Your brain does this on repeat.
Memory is integral to the brain's motivation to never charting a new course (blue ocean).
I'm convinced these uber-popular "food noise" reducing drugs are targeting specific food memories within those who're prescribed these medications. And based on what I've read, many of these patients are also seeing a reduction in libido. This leads me to believe, even more, that pleasurable memory is what's being targeted, and that it's creeping over into other areas of patient's brains.
Once patients stop taking these drugs (injecting themselves weekly), the "food noise" returns instantly with exponential volume. This results in patients gaining even more weight (than they were prior to taking the meds) as they make up for lost glutton time. So, in many ways, it's like a medically-assisted fast, and once it's over with, it's time to celebrate at Golden Corral restaurant!
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Speaking personally (over the past almost ten years), I've experienced 5% recovery each year of being involved in Samson Society. I never missed a weekly meeting, whether I was attending or hosting. I have attended Samson Society intensive weekends, Samson Society story weekends, National Retreats year after year after year. Plus, I've connected with too many Samson guys to count, listening to story after story whilst praying earnestly with them at every given opportunity.
And I'm still doing this. Each and every week. Headed west. Not looking to either my left or my right.
I've grown to love the journey. It's so not mundane. Plus, I no longer feel enslaved to my brain's previous repetitive pursuits for those memories literally are essentially CLOSED ROADS.. And, I am so proud of myself for what I've done. Especially considering the high stakes involved in never truly seeing any return on my emotional / time investment.
Thanks be to God for Samson Society. It is BY NO MEANS a quick fix, but The Path led Rob in a holistically better direction. My brain is so much better off now than it was in August 2014 (when I first stepped foot into an in-person Samson Society meeting here in the Jackson Metro).
Friday, April 5, 2024
Resources For Couples In Recovery
Here're two resources ("check-in" / communication protocols) for couples who're in recovery together. The SAFER Check-In is a better starting point for couples who are just starting out in recovery. From there, FANOSS can be matured into.
Thursday, April 4, 2024
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
“Recovery is a marathon, not a sprint.” - Sunday, April 21, 7:00AM CDT to 7:00PM CDT
Announcing the Samson Society Recovery Marathon! The traditional 12 Steps in 12 Hours - with 12 outstanding presenters. This will be a healthy way to connect to the old recovery saying, “Recovery is a marathon, not a sprint.” The event is virtual and the exercise component can be anything from an actual marathon to walking around the block.
Sunday, April 21, 7:00AM CDT to 7:00PM CDT.Check out the speakers and register at https://na01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.recoverymarathon.com%2F&data=05%7C02%7C%7C91859a1d1a504495544408dc5440d585%7C84df9e7fe9f640afb435aaaaaaaaaaaa%7C1%7C0%7C638477884639566407%7CUnknown%7CTWFpbGZsb3d8eyJWIjoiMC4wLjAwMDAiLCJQIjoiV2luMzIiLCJBTiI6Ik1haWwiLCJXVCI6Mn0%3D%7C0%7C%7C%7C&sdata=bXbdsycjvZGw7FGv7IM55j2HuwTl2%2F25MCOeFudsYGQ%3D&reserved=0
Finding A Virtual Samson Society Meeting
FINDING A VIRTUAL MEETING
You can search the website for virtual and in-person meetings at https://na01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fsamsonsociety.com%2Fmeetings%2Fsearch%2F&data=05%7C02%7C%7C3a9f1fb9745a410613f208dc53e89044%7C84df9e7fe9f640afb435aaaaaaaaaaaa%7C1%7C0%7C638477505539017258%7CUnknown%7CTWFpbGZsb3d8eyJWIjoiMC4wLjAwMDAiLCJQIjoiV2luMzIiLCJBTiI6Ik1haWwiLCJXVCI6Mn0%3D%7C0%7C%7C%7C&sdata=9wHNiohMZFdcOLIbfNPwlh0ox2tgvyhf5ewdn1vtNoI%3D&reserved=0
Here a great walk-through video for how to find a virtual Samson meeting from the website: https://na01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.useloom.com%2Fshare%2F9caa76fdcd2b44d9878e85b86a7aa1b2&data=05%7C02%7C%7C3a9f1fb9745a410613f208dc53e89044%7C84df9e7fe9f640afb435aaaaaaaaaaaa%7C1%7C0%7C638477505539028916%7CUnknown%7CTWFpbGZsb3d8eyJWIjoiMC4wLjAwMDAiLCJQIjoiV2luMzIiLCJBTiI6Ik1haWwiLCJXVCI6Mn0%3D%7C0%7C%7C%7C&sdata=4%2FKqcSoIGiMXdEOfW9x8vOHs3px6fHRXuzUvQV5RGdQ%3D&reserved=0
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Overwhelming Recognition
Last week, I was approached by someone who's made an indelible, though very indirect, positive mark on my family. He's retirement age, though still working full-time, and as such, has recently embraced the perspective of preparing for the inevitable.
Over the past decade, I've only spoken to this family friend a handful of times - in spite of our vocational / professional proximity. Mostly, these short dialogues were necessitated out of politeness more than anything else. For he's always been all-business all the time (& I respect that).
When he approached me and shared his thoughts therein, I absolutely couldn't believe it. For it bolstered my identity tremendously. In fact, I'm still walking on air as a result.
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Within the Samson universe, I receive my fair share of recognition. And this is anchored within my tenure / notoriety within the org. And all of that recognition, I do not take for granted.
But having someone of this stature take the time to align himself with Rob, completely devoid of Samson protocols or otherwise (this man isn't even a practicing Protestant Christian), was absolutely shocking. For he made that choice based on his quiet day-to-day observation alone, over the past decade.
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I never could have dreamed that this man, who's so well respected by so many, had been observing me so closely. And as such, had made the decision to align himself with the notion that I'm essentially equal to his younger self.
I'm actually wondering if this was someone's idea of a joke, but at the same time, I know deep down that's simply self-doubt creeping in.
If this man sticks to his word (& I have no reason to believe that he won't, for he's already taken pragmatic steps that align with his intentions), his recognition of Rob will alter my reach / influence tremendously - literally overnight, and in turn, the reach of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
I'm humbled. Overwhelmed. Amazed at God's orchestration. I do not deserve this.
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