Why One's Higher Purpose Could NEVER Be Getting High

One DOES realize that the Little Debbie I shoveled into my mouth yesterday is quite toxic...but they are not illegal- yet!


A friend of mine, Ricky David, brought to my attention one of my social 'handicaps' the other day. "You are truly one of the nicest, caring people I know...why are you so down on addicts?" "Dearest Ricky..." I replied, "I am more like the Statue of Liberty than Mother Theresa (a nickname my friends and family have saddled me with here recently). I will keep saying 'Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free', but no time will you hear me say, 'also bring me your selfish, your self-serving, your chemically addicted...'" "That's too bad M.~..." he shook his head, "I think you could really help addicts if you just stopped judging them."

But you see, dear reader, I cannot! I have tried and failed several times, thus my grounding (read: enslavement) to the human race as a residential goddess. Never to reach the sacred status I desire, relegated to this mundane plane by my own prejudiced shortcoming. I look at crackheads and have a genuine initial sense of pity; then I remember that they were not forced to pick up a pipe instead of a bible and I become angry with them. My mother once tried to make me feel better by claiming that my anger was in fact for myself, because here was someone I could not help...they had to want to help themselves in order to accept others' assistance. I don't think that is true. I think I am angry with them because, after approximately thirty years of crack use and five centuries of cocaine abuse; approximately two centuries of heroine abuse and TEN centuries of opium abuse; and twelve centuries of Qat abuse and six centuries of marijuana abuse, WE all realize NOTHING good comes from constant use of these narcotics by those with no medical infirmities. However, the truly selfish and self-serving want to 'try' these drugs- take a chance, believe you are stronger than the chemical you are introducing into your body; others became addicted "but not the kid!". Oh no, not YOU! You're perfect, unable to falter; you're just doing it until things get better for you...because you're sooo depressed. These same people call upon The Father and The Son to infuse their LOTTERY TICKET with the majic of The Holy Spirit so they can win, but when times get hardest they silence themselves by sucking, shooting, inhaling, chewing and ingesting a 'false god'.

I am NO goodie-two-shoes....Frappucinos, chocolate and McChicken sandwiches have all had their day as my masters. But I realize that with an intervention from one of my friends or loved ones ("You're eating ANOTHER one of those heart-clogging things?!"). I can be shamed into stopping. Drug addicts cannot be shamed: there is a strong bio-chemical reaction happening throughout their bodies- stronger than their sense or sensibilities, stronger than their will...because their body is used to it and therefore needs it. The drug is working on every level to destroy them...like God works on every level to save us. 'Drugs- the anti-divine'.

But you may wonder why, if I know they 'cannot control' their desire for the drugs because it is mental, psychological and physical, why can't I pity them enough to take the extra courses and become a Drug Counselor. They made ONE CHOICE with their Free Will that took them down that path. How many still read Genesis and feel sorry for Eve at being tempted to do what God SPECIFICALLY told her not to do? When they are in childbirth? Every month they have cramps? Anybody feel sorry for Adam while they are paying high prices for milk and fruits and veggies because there are mass farms so that all may eat and sometimes just tilling the earth and planting doesn't guarantee abundance anymore?

Dr. Na'im Akbar wrote some essays on why older generations said to children "Now I know you know better!" This is caused by, according to the doctor, the psychosocial link between parents and children in utero that is directly linked to what Jung called 'the archtypal mind' of a culture/people. You have intuition and a conscious when you arrive...you knew better than to do drugs; why should I feel sorry for you? "Look at you! Ruining lives wherever you go: those of loved ones, those you don't know! Because you wanted oblivion and are passing on destruction to our true function? What gumption! I can't feel bad for a selfish Cat that jumped off the porch chasing a rat into the street- splatter!- when the Man upstairs left him sweet meats on a platter."*

Learn this if nothing else from my little rant, I learned Life by knowing better but sometimes messing up; now I pray that Free Will will guide them to Him as it did me. Amen.

*An excerpt from my forthcoming novel.

BTW, I haven't forgotten about you smokers who will be standing out in the death-of-cold this winter after forking over approximately five bucks a pack for seventy-five cents worth of nicotin-laced tobacco; or you well-pickled functioning alkies who miraculously hold down gainful employ (THAT is the grace of God!). Just like the illicit users...I love you from a distance...