Robert Gene Smith has posted a YouTube video:
I wrote this song after watching Gabor Maté on YouTube. He gets the diagnosis right. It’s not what happened to you; it’s what your brain built from what happened. I’ve been teaching that for thirty years, so watching him felt like watching my own videos. Then he calls it a wound and reaches for the same old fixes: microdosing, antidepressants, and talking about your problems. That’s halfway there. And halfway is where most people park for the rest of their lives. Learn more: https://skillstochange.mn.co/.../23484396 Here’s the other half. Trauma is an education, not a wound. Your brain recorded what happened and built a program to keep you safe, and that program will run for fifty years if nobody touches it. Memories aren’t scars. They’re data. Data can be updated. This song is about the difference between understanding your pain and changing the memory that produces it. If the song hits something in you, the work behind it goes deeper. It’s called eutaptics/FasterEFT, a process for updating the memories that drive your behavior, emotions, and body. Find it at skillstochange.com. You’re not broken. You’re running a program. And a program can be rewritten. — Robert Gene He drinks until he falls asleep. He wakes, and drinks some more. They fired him for coming in drunk... The junk's piled to the door. He told the VA doctor, I just wish I were dead. Not that I'd ever do it... He's doing it slow instead. He says, when I make the decision, There ain't no stopping me. I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna get drunk... And that's how it's gonna be. They hand him the spirits in a paper bag... The only spirit that ever shows. Cup is full... and the communion begins... And that's how the service goes. There's two churches at the end of the road, And only one has a cross. Both of them want him on his knees... The wrong one gets him when he's lost. He swears his faith to the steeple, But he pays his tithes at the till. Two churches at war for one man's soul... And the wrong one's winning still. He prayed two years for a wife. God gave him what he asked. He says, everything God blessed me with... I pretty much destroyed. On Sunday he sings in the steeple church, And he means it... every word. But when the dark comes down, the other church calls... And hers is the voice he hears. There's a meeting in a basement, Folding chairs set in a ring. They save his seat, they know his name, They all sing the same sad thing: Once an alcoholic, always one... You'll fight her all your life. Any gospel that says you'll never be free Was written by the other side. When he's down on his knees at midnight, There ain't no steeple overhead... Just the bathroom floor and the porcelain And the prayers he never said. He swears his faith to the steeple, But he pays his tithes at the till. Two churches at war for one man's soul... And the wrong one's winning still. Some nights he lies on the kitchen floor And cries... why can't I stop? They called it a disease. They called him broken. Nobody asked him why. Here's why. ...A boy. Age eight. Mom in another man's arms. Sister went with Mom. He stayed with Dad... But Dad had to work. Daddy disappeared too. A different couch. A stranger's door. Count them: mother, sister, father, home. Everything a boy can love... All Gone. And look at him tonight... He's living that same life still: Nobody... nothing... miserable... The way it's always been. The junk piled up around him, Drinking himself to sleep, He's still that little boy at eight... In a house that ain't a home. 'Cause the ones you love will leave you. That's what eight years old found out. And a bottle never packs a bag... She's there at dawn and dark. She never once walked out on him. She never said goodbye. The only one who never left him... Is the one that's killing him. The wife... the job... the house... the whiskey... It was never about the whiskey. Age eight. A hurt, lonely, scared little boy... Wanting to be loved. Wanting someone... to be safe. That's where the war got started. There's still two churches at the end of the road, And only one has a cross. He's on his knees in one of them tonight... A new decision, And you know which one. I'll show you how to change the root cause, not just manage the symptoms. I'm Robert Gene Smith, creator of eutaptics® FasterEFT™ and founder of Skills to Change Institute. For over 25 years I've worked with thousands of people worldwide who were stuck in pain their doctors couldn't fix, their therapists couldn't reach, and their willpower couldn't move. What I teach is not positive thinking. It is not talk therapy. It is a process that goes directly to the memory structures running your life, and changes them.
