“One of the great difficulties in the new order of thought is that we are likely to indulge in too much theory and too little practice.” ~Ernest Holmes, Science of Mind
“I could go for such conceptions as Creative Intelligence, Universal Mind or Spirit of Nature but I resisted the thought of a Czar of the Heavens, however loving his sway might be.” ~Bill Wilson, The Big Book
Riding on the back of a motorcycle along back roads in this area on a recent warm and sunlit morning felt like a smorgasbord of fresh smells, sights, and signs of spring in the air and on the ground.
Gazing to my left, to my right, in front of me, and in the rearview mirror, green was all I could see around me much of the time. But the word “green” couldn’t begin to convey the vast array of shades within my gaze. There was pale green of the tall field grass swaying in the breeze, the deep, lush, rich green grass covering the flat meadows, and the dark green on the newest tips of the smallest baby leaves on the trees and shrubs. How do you explain or describe a color?
Reminds me of trying to explain my concept of my higher power to someone – even to myself sometimes. The “thing itself” as Ernest Holmes calls the creative driving energy of the universe, “the invisible essence, that ultimate stuff and Intelligence from which everything comes,” he says.
Bill Wilson devotes an entire chapter in The Big Book to “We Agnostics.” where he accounts his own life changing experience of embracing the notion of choosing one’s own concept of God that allowed him to break through his intellectualizing and finally come to terms with what he did believe, i.e. something like (in his words) Creative Intelligence, Universal Mind, Spirit of Nature, but not Czar of the Heavens… “Growth could start from that point,” he realized.
Interesting that both of these spiritual teachers / wizards used similar and often the very same words to attempt to describe the essence of their belief and to verbalize that which is beyond words, yet which is so real, powerful, and life changing for themselves and for countless others.
Although I love words and their power, all this is beyond words.
My sobriety is beyond words – the depth of the relief and happiness and freedom that comes with it. When I hear others speak of it, I know they are lacking words too, though their emotional passion is communicated.
My spirituality is beyond words; it’s conceptual and beyond literal.
Green, I will think green. And continue to do the work – stay in conscious contact with It and stay willing and open at the top.
• Do you find yourself intellectualizing the principles so that it gets in the way of practicing them?
• Was freeing yourself from previous definitions and explanations of God difficult?
In gratitude, harmony and support,