The Road to Redemption

Phineas 808

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Yes, the Buddhists figured that what linked us to the world of suffering (samsara) was desire (tanha), and to just let go was nirvanic bliss! The same is true in this addiction, if we just mindfully ('right mind') let go, neither fighting nor feeding the urges, we will slowly but surely deaden the habit.

Definitely, the right direction.
 

Aeodh Dan

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Body awareness.
"Listening" to the responses to movement, also to thoughts and feelings...
Pain...what causes pain or what I perceive to be pain? The "old school" method is to ignore it and just keep grinding away, but pain is also a message and should be examined. Nerve pain is interesting and unpredictable, so random, so many sensations and varieties of sensation.
What determines pain threshold?
Is it ultimately pain that drives us to porn addiction? I wonder. It's not the drive to procreate. It's not an expression of Love. So much of the discussion in medicine nowadays revolves around hormones and I wonder what the relation between pain and hormones is? Must I understand the complexities? Where is my focus, where do I direct my attention?
I keep coming back to balance. I can spend too much time thinking, I can spend too much time focused on self, I can spend too much time focused on others, where is the healthy balance?
The "pangs" are different for everyone and nobody likes them. But they are an expression of the body, a reaction, a conditioned response to not getting the "fix", whatever that may be, another message. Going through "withdrawals" is an experience that we all have to go through if we are depriving ourselves of the "drug", and with porn I think that could take a long time.
I am getting messages all the time, but do I heed them? Some of them are very subtle, barely noticeable. So tuning in to frequencies that I had not perceived before is part of the recovery journey for me.
I am wandering through new territory and trying to pay particular attention to the moment and it scares the shit out of me at the same time, because when I let go of past and future, all of a sudden a new world opens up, a world of limitless expansion, and it is frightening and it does not fit the typical socially driven narrative. I could be labelled insane! How terrible! I could be shunned by society!
Look at that nut, he's dancing on the ceiling! He's supposed to dance on the "dance floor", how dare he dance anywhere else!
Why is he not conforming???
 

Phineas 808

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Is it ultimately pain that drives us to porn addiction? I wonder. It's not the drive to procreate. It's not an expression of Love.

Porn addiction just became our maladaptive coping method, and is symptomatic of an inability to deal with pain like others do. There are natural or 'normal' ways of dealing with pain, even sitting with it, enduring it (resilience). Escaping, escapism into fantasy land is just what it is, a refusal to face or deal with the stresses and pain of life.

But this is habit, and all habits are subject to change- can be hacked into.
 

Aeodh Dan

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I dreamed about snakes, a pair of them actually; they were in the house and I was terrified of them. They were intertwined and suspended from a shelf on the wall....
I dreamed about a gnarly old tree that was growing out of a rock formation and then about my German grandmother who passed on many years ago, but I think the tree represents her. She remains a woman that I actually respected. She was tough, lived through two world wars...
We had a series of storms blow through last night which may have ignited some subconscious activity, I feel a little drained this morning, because the dreams involved some intense emotion.
Yesterday I was able to gently re-direct my attention to the eternal sublime energy of the universe.
The holiday weekend traffic roared by endlessly, all liquored up and ready to "camp" and ride their expensive off road "recreational" vehicles while burning precious fuel, which is increasingly becoming a precious commodity. The dog and I just watched them go by shaking our heads, while we preserved our resources....
Speaking of preserving resources, I have been preserving precious energy, sexual energy for almost 3 months now. Not only are Americans wasting gas, but wasting life energy also in the form of ejaculation. I am not sure how it works with women, but ejaculating semen is exhausting. I think we have taken something sacred and perverted it. Why did it take so long for me to realize this?
In the mean time I am still obsessing over an imaginary female friend, so the fantasy about companionship is now dominant. It's an improvement over porn fantasy, but it's still day dreaming about a life I don't have.
The thirty something attractive woman at the convenience store has been replaced by a younger twenty something girl I met recently at my granddaughter's birthday party. She seems to have looked at me several times with some interest, but of course it could just be my imagination, but this one has a bit more sexual appeal than the last one. Nonetheless, it's the one on one conversational interplay that I "desire". There's that word "desire"!
I am a sojourner, I am a traveler through time and space and dimensions of time and space, and perhaps dimensions without time and space...
I am in this body, in this state of contradictions, in this trial of sorts, or maybe an experiment...yes, the human experiment! Who or whatever came up with this crazy idea of humans? We actually don't know a fucking thing!
Let it all flow from one thing to another, no expectations, no complications, just one moment to the next moment...
 

Aeodh Dan

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This morning I feel tired and a little blank.
Yesterday I was on the river with some of my family, and spent some time with my precious little granddaughters. My wife was present also. I have such mixed feelings towards her, it's confusing. I could never live with her again. I don't think I can live in the same household with anyone.
Being on the river with all of the tourists and young people is a little exciting for me, and makes me realize how isolated I am up here on my little piece of "property" I call home.
One of the river guides I met was a young college age woman with a muscular body, very attractive.
It's funny that what I find attractive now is quite different from the past. The large breasts aren't that big of a deal to me anymore....now I look for signs of health in a woman, how fit she is, if she looks healthy, eats healthy, has a calm demeanor.
I don't want to keep focusing on some female all the time, it has to be something bigger, something that will get me going, motivate me to move on from this forlorn place, this place of refuge, this place of boredom, this place of complacency.
This week will be an important event for me...the completion of my initial 90 reboot, monk mode.
Mentally I am more balanced overall, and I have gained a little confidence. I am not going back to the altar of the porn demons!
Allowing the anxiety and the nervous tension to subside on their own...allowing emotions to run their course, allowing the hormonal imbalances to manifest in whatever way, to allow the body to find the equilibrium without forcing anything, it's a new approach.
I have used occasional consumption of weed and beer as aids to keep my mind from spinning out of control, but eventually I see those things diminishing as well. There has been no urge for hard liquor, like 3 1/2 years ago, when I was drowning in daily vodka consumption.
It has been about four years now since the wife and I have had sexual contact, since I started sleeping in my own bed, and during those 4 years, this is my longest clean streak so far. There is nobody I am able to share this "milestone" with except my virtual brothers on the forums...
 

Aeodh Dan

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Today is a "normal" day....it feels like a normal day.
I hate normal days.
I want to go back to bed but I don't actually, I don't know what I want.
I think about the life I could have had....I think about the life I could have; where am I heading? what is my destination?
I think about the desert, I think about the jungle and I think about this place...I am the center of the universe. Everything revolves around me! It doesn't matter where I am, the world turns around my axis, that's amazing.
Why was I born an American? Why not African or Asian? Why was I born into a culture that obsesses with materialism? Why was I born into a family with parents who were obsessed with sex?
As I work through my "rebooting" process, am I having another existential crisis? What happened to the freedom I so dearly longed for????
The sacred holy vagina stole it!
It's funny how I barely came out of the hole, and wanted to crawl right back in! No, it's not funny, it's pathetic.
And the thought that almost became my father is even worse!
A life without porn, masturbation, sex....that's paradise actually, at least for me. My obsession with sex ruined my life, my love/hatred for women ruined my life. I will never co-habit with a woman again, never. No way in heaven or hell!
What is my destination, what is my general heading at least? Where is the "rainbow family"? Nah, I'm not a hippie. How about the patriot militia movement? Nah, I'm not a gun fanatic either. Ok, how about working in the gas or oil fields? I don't see myself doing that either. The real me was hijacked a long time ago...I am discovering freedom once more.
It's a game changer. Last time I hit 90 days I was still in bondage, this time it's different, this time I can just fucking go if I want, I can just go anywhere really.....I can do anything really....shit this is scary!
 

PrometheusUnbound

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Today is a "normal" day....it feels like a normal day.
I hate normal days.
I want to go back to bed but I don't actually, I don't know what I want.
I think about the life I could have had....I think about the life I could have; where am I heading? what is my destination?
I think about the desert, I think about the jungle and I think about this place...I am the center of the universe. Everything revolves around me! It doesn't matter where I am, the world turns around my axis, that's amazing.
Why was I born an American? Why not African or Asian? Why was I born into a culture that obsesses with materialism? Why was I born into a family with parents who were obsessed with sex?
As I work through my "rebooting" process, am I having another existential crisis? What happened to the freedom I so dearly longed for????
The sacred holy vagina stole it!
It's funny how I barely came out of the hole, and wanted to crawl right back in! No, it's not funny, it's pathetic.
And the thought that almost became my father is even worse!
A life without porn, masturbation, sex....that's paradise actually, at least for me. My obsession with sex ruined my life, my love/hatred for women ruined my life. I will never co-habit with a woman again, never. No way in heaven or hell!
What is my destination, what is my general heading at least? Where is the "rainbow family"? Nah, I'm not a hippie. How about the patriot militia movement? Nah, I'm not a gun fanatic either. Ok, how about working in the gas or oil fields? I don't see myself doing that either. The real me was hijacked a long time ago...I am discovering freedom once more.
It's a game changer. Last time I hit 90 days I was still in bondage, this time it's different, this time I can just fucking go if I want, I can just go anywhere really.....I can do anything really....shit this is scary!
You are not your father, and you are doing what he couldn't. And the world is a better place for it.
 

Aeodh Dan

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I don't know what to expect from one day to the next...from myself I mean.
I wake up to the world every morning to subtle changes around me, but inside of me, the changes can be drastic. The weather outside can be calm, but the weather in my mind can be a raging storm!
The mind is the most dangerous thing I can think of. It's almost like it has a will of it's own.
How do people cope with it? Why do we self-destruct? Do animals commit suicide?
Why are we so god damned complex?
At some point humanity was at it's peak, it must have been a long time ago...now, well, now we are lost I think
Why so many questions?
Grab life by the horns they say! I wanted to grab life by the breasts, the female breasts. There is something wrong with that, deeply wrong. Lately I like to crawl like I did when I was an infant, there is something really intuitive about crawling, so many creatures crawl, it is so humbling! Climbing also, climbing on rocks, boulders and walls.
Where did we lose it, at what point in time exactly? When we left the "Garden of Eden"?
Sex is sacred.
 

Aeodh Dan

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Well, today I am celebrating my 90th day in monk mode! Thank you, thank you...so kind. Please be seated...
Now what?
Now, nothing. I just continue writing, reading, doing yoga. I just continue experiencing emotional ups and downs. I just continue to feel like I want to vanish, and then like I want to explode, and then like I want to go back to bed.
It's funny how the wife just left and "left" me with all of the shit here....ha ha ha....boo hoo hoo....life is a comedy, a tragic comedy
Well, hey, I thought I was going to feel different today! It's like when I ask my kids how it feels to be one year older on their birthday, and they say it feels the same as yesterday. But I still ask them, because it's traditional. And I think I get a little smile or smirk out of them.
No, my friends, it feels the same. 90 days means something but it also means nothing.
"Meaning" is what I assign to it. it's temporary. Should I hang a certificate on my wall? Not me. Why am I making a big deal out of this????????
resilience, fortitude, integrity.....I love words like these and what they imply
charity, loving kindness, tenderness.....truly living in the moment
there is so much to aspire to, and I only have a few years left; life is not only a tragic comedy, but also bittersweet, and I've mostly been on the bitter side, so finding equilibrium, finding that balance, that oneness with my true nature, with nature itself, how does this manifest????
 

Phineas 808

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Well done on 90 days, Aeodh Dan! I know what you mean about how is it one should feel, I've experienced this hitting lengthier streaks before. Then there were times when I would say, "Well, that's X-amount of days where I didn't do x, y, or z!" And that always feels good.

Infusing that number with meaning is a device to help us to make a life change that may require all the encouragement one can muster.
 

Aeodh Dan

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Yesterday I fucked up my back again somehow, intense pain and barely able to move.
It's a consequence of past actions and non actions. Perfect time to lay in bed and masturbate. Not.
No, I've decided to feel the pain , both physical and emotional. I panicked yesterday and my whole body became tense. This morning I am a little more relaxed, just working with the pain and not against it, but it sucks, big time!
I have been reading news articles about young people dying in car wrecks, and I think, which is worse? Dying or living with pain? It's a matter of perspective because we are all dying....dying from the moment we are born, so living with pain is like perfecting an art. My lower spine is shot, which means I have to adjust my life accordingly. After my first back injury 9 years ago, I managed somehow, and eventually started improving my health etc. and this time I will do the same, but I had plans and I think I have to modify them. I won't be doing any triathlons this year. I won't be hiking into wilderness areas with a heavy pack. Things suddenly changed drastically...like a car wreck.
How will this affect my porn recovery? I don't know yet, but I cannot go back to porn. No, I would rather become a drunk or opium dependent. The sex thing can't rule my life anymore.
Writing...thank God for writing. Thank God for meditative contemplation. I have amends to make, I have relations to repair.
The porn killed so many things in my life, the porn kept me angry, the porn kept me powerless.
Pain sucks, but I will take the pain over porn.
 

Aeodh Dan

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I am trying to make sense out of everything and I can't.
I am in extreme physical pain. My back is fucked. All my work came to an abrupt stop. My training, the cleanup operations on the estate here are put on hold and it's back to rehab again. This time I really did it, I am disabled right now, literally disabled.
So, what is this? A lesson in complete humility?
The last two nights I actually slept well, because sleep is the only thing I look forward to right now. Is this what it takes to beat porn??
Honestly, I want to die, I welcome it, because this life has been suffering...the desire, the needs, the longing for what I don't even know....God maybe? Is this the process of purification? Is this the fire I must endure? Is this my calling?
My dreams, what are they worth other than fleeting images of whoknowswhat?
Ok, whatever it is that is causing this...pride, false ambition, lust....kill me already....go ahead, just kill me!
Other than sleep, I guess writing is a release, if I can find a position now that doesn't cause pain....Here I am alone with the dog, that precious companion whom I've hated because he loves me, and I'm unable to physically move out in the middle of fucking nowhere, my family gone. Just me and my dog and my God....now what? Full time rehab again???? Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Breathe......go with the pain, not against it. Porn? I'm done with it, but what a difficult path to get there...it's been 4 decades.
 

Phineas 808

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Sorry for your pain, A.D. Nothing said, I know, can assuage the suffering, and maybe even sound hollow. But know that I'm thinking about your situation, and praying for you... 🙏 ❗
 

PrometheusUnbound

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I am trying to make sense out of everything and I can't.
I am in extreme physical pain. My back is fucked. All my work came to an abrupt stop. My training, the cleanup operations on the estate here are put on hold and it's back to rehab again. This time I really did it, I am disabled right now, literally disabled.
So, what is this? A lesson in complete humility?
The last two nights I actually slept well, because sleep is the only thing I look forward to right now. Is this what it takes to beat porn??
Honestly, I want to die, I welcome it, because this life has been suffering...the desire, the needs, the longing for what I don't even know....God maybe? Is this the process of purification? Is this the fire I must endure? Is this my calling?
My dreams, what are they worth other than fleeting images of whoknowswhat?
Ok, whatever it is that is causing this...pride, false ambition, lust....kill me already....go ahead, just kill me!
Other than sleep, I guess writing is a release, if I can find a position now that doesn't cause pain....Here I am alone with the dog, that precious companion whom I've hated because he loves me, and I'm unable to physically move out in the middle of fucking nowhere, my family gone. Just me and my dog and my God....now what? Full time rehab again???? Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Breathe......go with the pain, not against it. Porn? I'm done with it, but what a difficult path to get there...it's been 4 decades.
Sorry to hear about your back situation. That's really tough. I am glad you are finding some kind of solace in writing; and you write well. I'm also glad that your no porn journey is going strong in spite of your travails. My thoughts are with you!
 

PrometheusUnbound

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And also well done on 90 days. It's a great achievement, considering everything you have been through and are going through. I looking forward to joining you there soon.
 

Percival

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Did porn hijack my life? "porn" didn't do anything, again, it's what I allowed, it's what I willed, it's what I desired, for whatever reasons

Yep, that is right. The compulsion does become a thing that seems to be outside ourself: we don't want to, yet we do. But at root it's a monster we created ourselves. And thankfully it can be destroyed. Well, maybe not destroyed but reduced and controlled.
 

Aeodh Dan

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Thank you guys for the well wishes, I am in a lot of physical pain right now...I've felt like crying it's been so intense at times. Even if I decided to seek medical diagnosis, I can't sit in a car, so I am more stuck than I was last week when I complained about how stuck I feel on this property. I am literally stuck, because I can't barely move. I have a pretty good idea about what's going on anyways, because of a previous disc herniation and a failed surgery afterwards.
I did push myself a little hard the last few years I guess, but I honestly didn't realize it. And I have to admit that part of the push, always in the back of my mind, was the idea of a future romantic relationship. Even though on the surface my explanation was that I am training to compete in triathlons, I was constantly looking at my excess fat around my obliques, because I want to look good....OK, that's over. I cut my hair down to a quarter inch yesterday, and now I am truly in "monk mode"!
Everything just changed. I was looking for something to change wasn't I? This is not what I expected, so of course it's a learning experience again. I have talked a lot about emotional pain on the forums...let's add intense physical pain just to spice things up.
Was I supposed to become permanently physically disabled? Lose everything to creditors and the state? How low can a person sink in this world? I am on a sinking ship and even though I've been a good swimmer all my life, I can't move my body. Let it all sink in, deep into the soul....
 

Aeodh Dan

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I sometimes wonder what "progress" means and if it really means anything at all. I wonder if "change" is the key word here.
Methinks that change is constant and that "progress" is simply change in the direction we are wanting to go. I also wonder how much of this process is our own individual doing rather than just jumping on the right bandwagon. Sort of like boating down a river, allowing the current to propel, but guiding along the way; where is the river/bandwagon taking me? At certain points I jump off and re-group waiting for the next ride. How much of life's progress is really just me? Successful entrepreneurs surround themselves with a good team of people who each have shared in the vision. So, if change is constant, whether on a small or large scale, whether suddenly or gradually, whether we see it or not, so much of life is holding on for the ride and perhaps gently steering when needed. Sometimes I positioned myself in places where the wind happens to be blowing in a certain direction for whatever reason, or where the general activity level is either low or high, for example city vs rural life. When I was younger, I did not do well as a competitor, whether in sports, career or anything...I just did not have the competitive mindset. I have never really wanted to lead or follow. The city was not an environment that was suitable to my characteristics. So, I ended up moving my family to rural areas. But things change...anyways what is my point? My point is that there is momentum all around us, movement, stuff is in flux all the time, transition, transformation, growth, and is the art of living to use the existing forces to aid us in "progressing" or advancing in the direction we desire? Something as simple as breathing can be a way to direct oxygen in a particular way. What about sexual energy? Does energy become sexual in nature when it is flowing through the human body? In a way I think it does, because we are sexual beings, and if I deny the fact that I am a sexual being, then I am blocking the flow of vital energy in ways that may harm myself (and others). What does it mean to be a sexual being? It means that humanity has been split into male and female, the sexes, so it's our inherent nature. Not engaging in physically intimate acts with another person doesn't mean I am denying my sexuality, it just means I am channeling the energy along a different path. I am no less "sexual" if I am living in "monk mode", because my sexuality is inherent, in my innermost being, but if I go deeper, eventually I will find that place of non-duality, that place where male and female merge, and that is the divine. What is amazing is that we have the capacity to connect to the divine, consciously.
Right now I am in so much physical pain....from my latest low back episode. and finding a position to minimize the pain is challenging, but I have to write every morning, I have to, even if it means sitting or reclining in pain while I do it. The writing helps me transcend the pain. I know it's temporary, like everything else, like my life, like my emotions, like my situation, all is subject to change all the time, and that is a fact that I cannot change!
 

Aeodh Dan

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We can focus on the internal or external, but the external is merely a manifestation of the internal.....
So, the real question is what is happening in the mind? Where is my mind this morning? How do I see the day that looms ahead?
Do I see threats? Do I see opportunities? Am I firm in my commitment(s)?
A good therapist asks questions and allows the "patient" to work through the answers and come up with solutions. So, in a sense I am my own therapist. But I have to ask the right questions...the relevant ones...not "how are you?" I HATE that question! Hate it!
How are you??? Well, I am....I AM, that's all!
Anyways, what is/are my commitment(s)? To stay porn free. And for me porn includes just the thought, so yes, that is vigilance. You don't hear that word much anymore: "alertly watchful especially to avoid danger" is one modern definition and will suffice
Alert and watchful...what thoughts are entering the mind DESPITE circumstances? What is happening internally?
I can think myself into a frenzy, I can think myself into delirium, I can think myself into despair.....
What thoughts will I entertain today? Poor me! Boohoohoo....or....I am a slayer of demons! I will transcend the "evils" of this world!
 

Aeodh Dan

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People are strange....women seem wicked when you're unwanted...faces look ugly when you're alone....remember Jim Morrison?
I've always liked that song because I can relate to it.
People are strange. I am strange. I am a stranger to myself.
Because "I" and "myself" are separate. When I walk in a crowd I become one of "them". I am one of "them".
Isn't that strange??
Isn't it strange that I can examine myself?
Isn't it strange that I can condemn myself?
It seems like a curse to me to be temporarily stuck in this body. So fragile, so sensitive, so emotional!
The road to redemption....eventually I will redeem this wretched body for something far more glorious, no longer tied to sexual desire, no longer tied to the elements of earth wind and fire. No longer bound to gravity.
Perspective, it's all perspective. The mind truly is incredible because I can place it wherever I want. I can "create" perfection. I can create the perfect female in my mind and no living woman will ever be able to live up to it. Isn't that exactly what I was looking for in porn? And it doesn't exist, does it? No, life is imperfect. Women actually are not that different from men, we all sweat and stink and grow hair.
I can create the perfect "me" and will never actually live up to it.
Obsession, Lust, Greed. How do these resonate with you?
Purity, Love and Radiance. How about these?
Life is strange.
 
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