Tuesday, our second day in Abadiania, we made it through the night alive. The first thing on the agenda is that I go to the blessed waterfall with Kelsie. It’s early in the morning and the thought of even a quick dip in a cold running stream doesn’t really sound all that appealing, never the less it couldn’t be any worse than the cold shower I took earlier. So, OK, I’m in!
Bill can’t go with us because Kelsie doesn’t have permission from the Entities of Light for him yet; we would all have to go together—Kelsie, Bill, and me—to help him with the steep path in and out and the rocks at the falls as well. We will ask for permission next week.
Ready for the Waterfall
We walk to the Casa and hire a taxi to drive us down the dirt road to a turnaround where he will wait for us to transport us back up to the Casa; it’s a good thing because it’s at least a mile back up the steep road. A cement paved path with heavy wire handrails on both sides has now appeared leading further down the valley, there is a large, peeling sign in several languages stating the protocol for the waterfall. It asks for silence, respect, and a meditative attitude while visiting the waterfall. We walk down after a silent prayer to the Entities for serenity and healing. We arrive at a cement bench where there is a woman waiting for more women to continue on to the falls. It is against protocol to proceed alone. The gate across the path is closed indicating there are people already ahead of us. Men and women usually go separately but there are exceptions made by the Entities which is what we are hoping for so we can accompany Bill to the blessed waterfall next week. Bill really wants to be able to experience everything that he possibly can while we are in Brazil. Read More
After ten hours of travel—well , two hours from Denver to Atlanta, then eight hours of layover on Concourse E, we finally get to board our flight to Brasilia (an almost nine hour flight overnight) and it is entirely full, packed. There will be no stretching our here. In the early morning on the plane I look out the window to see the full moon I had seen in Colorado the night before only now it is from the other side. We arrive at the open-air Brasilia Terminal to find our Guide, Kelsie, awaiting us with bright red hair, shining eyes, and open arms; there is no mistaking her. 
Colorado Serenity
Recovery is the only solution to fear. It does not matter what the fear is; it is a lie that controls my life. The discovery of this simple truth has been an arduous process. Like all good lies it can’t stand the light of day. Whatever crisis brings me to an awakening, I must now pay attention. Simple but not easy; a price has to be paid. It means the exposure of my fear.
How does that go? I’ve never seen a Brinks truck in a funeral procession. The power of the human condition (the pursuit of sex, security and society) coupled with the lie that I am not enough, drove me to madness. I had no choice; I was trapped in a diversion with no way out. I was grasping for the answer in all the wrong places. Nothing outside of me ever really filled the bill. My life was unmanageable and that was all the proof I needed to confirm again and again that I will never measure up.
Sandy and I have learned more about life this year than all our previous years combined. We had no idea how powerful the spiritual side was. As a matter of fact we have discovered that there is no separation. There is no good or bad, no more right or wrong; there is only the next loving thing. Our twenty years of sobriety and service in A.A. have paid unexpected dividends.