. Quite by accident, one of them found a ragged old map to a place called The Cavern of Truth. 2 them had heard an imprecise story about the cavern before, but brushed the concept off, thinking it an Urban Legend. They'd brooks to cross, and hill country to span. There had been a pudding, lakes, pine forests, even a glacier. They were hard workers - all of the while punctiliously following the map to get to the Cavern of Truth. This last mountain to climb was really steep, but eventually, they made it to the top. The friends were so cheerful, high-fiving one another and dancing about. For generations, men have gone to mans clubs to look at gorgeous ladies perform on stripping poles and show off their bodies. They permit you to perform all the same tricks that you would perform on a still dance poles ,eg spins.
In my religious sessions with guests at our obsession recovery home, I tell this Cavern of Truth Story.
Working and living in a drug rehabilitation I'm beside these buddies while they're being brought head to head with the actuality of who and what they have become, the things they have done, and the things which were done to them. Facing the reality is frightening and the map is typically illegible.
