Morbid Reflection, Loins and Time Travel

Morbid Reflection, Loins and Time Travel

Morbid reflection is usually birthed when we rehash or rehearse the “story” of some past negative event or occurrence. When we do this, we time travel, for it takes us out of the present and transports us back in time when either we did or said something we are not proud of or something objectionable was done or said to us. Often it begins in a most nonchalant manner but quickly old feelings of hurt resurface, perhaps fear, loss, anger, and resentment which then progresses into condemnation of ourselves, the perpetrator, or both, finally leaving us depressed, restless, irritable, and discontent, an old wound bleeding anew.

Engaging in morbid reflection it is akin to hanging a big steak around our neck and stepping into a lion’s den. Not surprising then what happens next, yet unless we stand vigilant over the content of the thoughts we habitually entertain, we will find ourselves staring at that drooling lion regularly. We must not allow morbid reflection to gain even the slightest foothold in our thinking, so when we become aware of starting to hang another steak around our neck, we immediately turn to God, and ask the Miraculous to guide our thoughts. If the lion has already got a hold, we keep our prayers simple but insistent: Please God, help me to keep my head where my hands are, thy will be done or the simple yet powerful Be still and know that I am God. Depending on how far the lion has progressed with its meal, we may have to repeat the prayer or prayers numerous times but considering the ultimate outcome of the meal if we don’t, the price is cheap. So, when the lion roars, agree quickly that you are in the den, the only way out being swift and consistent application of Spiritual principles.

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Published by Vincent Lee Jones

Silk sheets or city streets, Park Avenue or park bench, addiction is an equal opportunity destroyer of lives. My name is Vincent Lee Jones and I have been in recovery since September 1985. My professional career began when I was nearly 20 years in recovery and was asked to work pro bono with at risk students at Huntington Beach High School. At the time I had developed a reputation within the at large recovery community as an effective communicator and was known to some of the faculty. After the death of two students from prescription drugs I was asked to start working with at risk students, which I did for nearly 5 years. Word of mouth lead to offers of compensated freelance Facilitator and Director positions with numerous local treatment facilities in the ensuing years. As a retired Building Contractor/Designer, working in conjunction with a treatment facility, I created a construction program utilizing a workforce comprised almost exclusively of people new or returning to recovery, helping them to not only learn a trade and start making a living but since many of them had relapsed numerous times, to begin truly building a foundation with real aftercare to live free of active addiction. This program changed many lives. In my 30+ years in recovery I have worked with thousands of individuals from all walks of life, teenagers to the retired, famous to infamous, prosperous to those living hand to mouth, adamant atheists to those embracing strong Religious beliefs; suffering from all manner of intoxicant and behavior-based addictions as well as those who love and care about them, both as a member in recovery Fellowships and as a treatment professional. I can be contacted at 714-366-1725. I write and publish daily a recovery based nondenominational spiritually based blog at with accompanying videos that can be found as well on YouTube and LinkedIn at Vincent Lee Jones.

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