The Power of Prayer

Well, your knees will give out faster...

otherwise....

I know if I want to be ignored and have no

impact, I'll just get married again or join

Congress.

Prayer is wishful thinking and self-importance

run amok.

The Power of Prayer is...nothing at all.

A new drunk off the imagined influence of one's

ego-bound bullshit that a divine wish-granter is on

your side and will personally respond to your

request and petition......

or,

the self-importance of imagining you can

determine--and follow--the ever-changing

plans and grand designs 'He' has for you, and trust

your addled dry-drunk brain to interpret them.

But it's all good;

if you screw up, you're golden and forgiven,

cuz you called forth the magic words!

Unlike the rest of the ignorant unwashed savages,

who could never understand the vast complexities

of Faerie-dust Sky-Daddy and his perfect

love for his chosen butt-buddies.

Oh well..."pray for them."

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Overdue Thanks

So it is with no sense of irony that I set out to
give a proper and public "Thank You" to the
esteemed members of AA and NA (most notably
of the Donalsonville, Georgia area specifically.)

When I entered your rooms, I was still
impishly naive and fence-sitting on the whole
matter of cosmic relevance and destiny and deities...
oh, my! Yes, I was a wishy-washy agnostic from
way back.

And I did as I was told to find that (fictional) bliss
that you showcased and touted. I followed the
route to purported purpose which was, as you
told me repetitively, only available through your
means.

And as I caught you in continuous lie after lie,
and discovered the sham of Programming for
what it is, I also discovered (finally) another
fundamental Truth, although not the one hoped
for.

I am now utterly and unabashedly aware that
there is nothing more to life than that which is
in front of us. The physical plane, the real deal,
the bittersweet rhapsody of painful existence.
Atheism is a blessing of awareness and awakening
to the reality that persists despite dreamy protestations.

There is no God or higher power or 'something
greater than I.' There are no angels. There is no
higher purpose. There are no happy coincidences.
There are no conversions or answered prayers or
blessings or any other fairy tales come to  life.

The mythology of 'God' and 'Jesus' and whatever
other contrivances for avoiding reality and responsibility
are as rich and textured as the best TV show, but
no more accurate or legitimate than, say, The Simpsons
are a real family.

No more pretending.
No more holding my tongue to respect others' fragility.
No more allowing others' delusions to dominate.
No more deferring to others and accepting their fantasy.
No more vagueness or uncertainty.

Thank You, truly, for shedding light on my dilemma,
and erasing all doubt which once held me captive.

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