“It relieved me somewhat to learn that in alcoholics the will is amazingly weakened when it comes to combating liquor, though it often remains strong in other respects. My incredible behavior in the face of a desperate desire to stop was explained.” (Chapter One, Big Book)
Imagine getting into a cab at King’s Cross and saying,
‘Paddington’ to the cabbie.
Then imagine seeing Mornington Crescent go past and
realising you’re heading to Camden Town.
The cabbie has no will of his own.
He merely follows instructions.
The cabbie must be able to hear someone else in the cab, who
is giving him instructions.
There is an invisible person who is giving him instructions.
Paddington is my true will (peace, power, happiness, and a
sense of direction).
Camden Town is alcoholic destruction.
In active alcoholism, the alcoholism is the invisible
passenger in the cab who reroutes me, and there is nothing I can do about it on
my own.
Its will overrides mine.
I’m not thirsty: my alcoholism is.