How Books, Games, Daydreaming and Meditation Can Be Negative To Your Spirit: Romance Porn and Pokemon Go Are NOT Innocent Pleasures
This is another very long blog, but I hope you will stick with it to the end! To fully understand how this all came about, you have to know where it started, how it evolved and how, after decades, I finally figured out the iniquity and demonic influences at work in this area of my life. The devil doesn’t have any ‘new’ tricks. They are the same exact ones that have worked for thousands of years and undoubtedly, he’s using these against people even now. I hope to get my story out to those who need to hear this TRUTH.
I recently read an article entitled “Augmented Reality” of Pokémon GO Signals Need for Redemption, Says Expert.” A great article about virtual reality games and what’s really behind them. Then I ready another article entitled “Romance Porn: More Women are Addicted Than You Think” which is about how romance novels are basically porn for women. I immediately realized that these two things are actually connected. And I have known this for YEARS and have never told anyone… until now.
From as far back as I can remember, I saw my mother and my grandmother (on my mother’s side) reading Harlequin romance books. This was during the 1970s and 1980s and they had tons of them. And when my grandmother would come and visit us during summer break, my mom always gave her books and took her to used bookstores where they would exchange and buy more and more books. At any one time, I suspect my mother had about 100 of these books in her possession. When I became a teenager, I became bored one summer and picked up one of my mother’s romance books and read it. It wasn’t a good story by any stretch of the imagination, but I then understood the appeal these books had; the book made me FEEL GOOD. Like really, really good. It made me feel like I was the heroine/ love interest in the story and was desired by a manly-man who could have any woman he wanted, but he wanted ME. It most definitely had an intoxication about it and I needed more and more. I quickly found that with Harlequin books the stories were basically identical and I grew bored of them quickly.
I went to bookstores and found “historical” romance novels which quickly became my favorites. These books started me down a path that was negative on my spirit, but I wouldn’t see it or understand why until decades later.
Now, like any normal young adult who wasn’t a Christian at that time in my life, I watched lots of television and movies as well. I succumbed to the indoctrination that Hollywood pushes on the young. By the time I was in high school, I thought maybe the Bible wasn’t all true… maybe Jesus *might* just have been a guy… maybe the devil had gotten a bad rap all these years. I saw this theme played out in countless movies and television shows. I believed in God and Jesus and my family considered ourselves Christian, but we were anything but that. I watched many paranormal ghost shows and movies, aliens, horror… they all appealed to me because everyone watched them. And why not? I was “normal”, just like everybody else, right?
I have included this information to show that if kids are not receiving SPIRITUAL guidance at home from their parents, they WILL get it from somewhere else, just like I got it from books, movies and television. My parents taught me common sense and good values, but almost none of it was related to God.
I was having a very difficult life as a young person, well before high school. I was bullied at home by my mother and sister and then starting in the 5th or 6th grade I was bulled by the other kids, and even by some teachers. Bullies at school was not unusual for the late 70s. I was odd, a social outcast, and never had many friends. Without Jesus in my life, obstacles were numerous and getting over them was impossible. (At age 40, I discovered I had Asperger’s syndrome and you can read more about that on my blog post “Iniquities, Forgiveness and Punishment”.) But as young as maybe 12 years old, I began fantasizing or daydreaming about a better life that I couldn’t manage to find in reality. In my fantasies, I had many friends and was popular. Often, the fantasies had me finding a boyfriend, someone just like in the romance novels I read at the time. Sometimes I would see a movie and become infatuated with the characters, who then became the source of my fantasy daydreams.
I could watch a movie like hypothetically, Star Wars the Empire Strikes Back, and then I would insert myself as the damsel in distress (like, Princess Leia) and then make up fantasies, new stories that in my mind was a continuation of the movie. I could lay in bed for hours, with eyes open or closed, and just daydream the story as if I was actually reading a book about it… or even LIVING IT. When I got up again, I would become depressed because that “life” was over for now and it was back to unhappiness of reality. In my adult years, I began treating the characters as if they were ‘real’. I would speak to them in the car while driving, and continue the fantasy when I took a break at work and went into the restroom. It really was like a drug-addict stopping for a quick fix. But my real life was unhappy at best. There’s no reason to write all about what was wrong at the time… you can find it in some of my other blogs. Suffice it to say, that I was “spiritually lost” and very unhappy.