The Addictive Agenda

Marnia,

When we experience the glory of what we truly are, there is such peace and satisfaction abounding, there is this sense that we don't need anything. It's very freeing, very empowering. Nothing to get, no one to impress with what we have, less to accomplish, love is very sustaining. So if we are continuously lusting for something, reaching, desiring, we are easy to manipulate for various agendas, none of which really serves out true evolution.

When I watch a show like "Six Feet Under" and witness the painfully realistic "intimate" scenarios between the different couples, I cringe inside. I cringe because the portrayals are too close to personal experiences that have been so unrewarding. But when I read an article like Forbes on sex, I feel discouraged and sick inside, because I believe we are being steered away from the true direction of what our sexuality is capable of healing.

I believe there are REASONS why "they" want to direct our attention in a addictive direction. And our mainstream media is a servant to this agenda, for when we feel agitated, and insecure we make much better consumers, always trying to fill in the pit inside.

For a long time I've had this image of moving down a worm hole like tunnel where bright flashing lights, seductive smells and sexy figures dance to wild music. As I move towards the party, it is always just disappearing around a corner, and I become driven to catch up. But hard as I try, I never get there. I just feel more agitated and compelled, all my energy going into reaching it. I become obsessive, frantic and finally in complete frustration, frenzied exasperation, I stop and take time to catch my breath. The party rages on, just ahead, just out of reach.

I look around me, and observe the surroundings. I take note of my bodily sensations, the feel of my feet on the ground, sounds of dripping water. Smooth surfaces of the tunnel walls. Off to one side, easy to miss, I see a little entrance to a cave. The organic shapes of the opening are in them selves somehow nurturing. I am drawn to this calm and quiet entrance. When I enter I find a beautiful Sage seated in lotus, who smiles and welcomes me in. No awkwardness, no surprise, we know it is time to meet. I sit across from this wholesome, ageless being and am shown, ever so slowly, afloat in suspended time and silence, a gateway through my own body, the way "home".

Eroca Hunter, Nelson, BC