All too often in both mainstream pop culture and in Tantric New Age spiritual circles, I hear the sentiment that not all porn is created equal when the term ‘ethical porn’ is tossed around. This oxymoronic phrase always elicits the same nauseating somatic gagging reaction at my throat chakra. Those who subscribe to this phraseology claim that what distinguishes good porn from its counterpart is the absence of coercion, exploitation or trafficking. When porn actors walk away with a handsome sack of ‘dough’ the product of their labor is deemed a cut above the rest. In other words, a bag full of moolah can easily redeem porn from wading in the filthy gutter
rendering it a worthwhile ethical enterprise. In the main, these sexperts and new age influencers believe that when consenting adults consume ‘ethical porn’ in moderation, it is not only innocuous but can even be appreciated as an exotic spice to a versatile bedroom buffet.
Through my personal wide-angle tantric lens, the yardstick by which these folks measure what constitutes good porn is brittle at best and will snap under very little pressure. This framework is skewed as it glosses over the simple truth that all porn by its very definition is a shadow energy. Its sole intention is to ‘mind f-ck’ its consumers into maya (illusion) and disassociate them from their sovereign spiritual power and their divine spark. It is manufactured to shape them into dopamine zombies who are perpetually lost to themselves. In my tantric panoramic view, all porn stinks and is rotten at its very core. Those who think that they can salvage any part of it are as lame as the carnal circus performed by the x-rated puppets. I believe that any engagement with porn is like consenting to drink someone else’s vomit. It is indeed hard to fathom that someone in their right mind will freely choose to ingest someone else’s regurgitated toxins. However, any human with an undisciplined and conditioned mind will fall for this trickery time and again. When comparing porn to Tantra (Tantra in its pure energetic channel uncoopted by New Age), porn is a caustic substance while Tantra is an elixir of bliss. Tantra is a mystical lota vase offering an ever filling glass of holy water that never runs out of sacred fluid. Unfortunately, most will never sip out of this vase as they sadly settle on the puke.
This foolish chatter on ‘ethical porn’ sends mobs of unconscious humans on a wild goose chase after a false light construct. Porn as a commodified entity is an offspring of the matrix or maya which birthed it into creation. In eastern spirituality, the maya is the veil of illusion or the controlled simulation that collective consciousness relates to as reality. However, this maya or veil obscures the true nature of reality and only a few will awaken from the dream spell to fully see this simulation. The ones who run this simulation sit at the top of the pyramid with countless methods of control at their disposal. The porn industry is one of their prized modus operandi. They produce and market this vileness for the masses to devour while also peddling distorted narratives that freedom of speech and consent are a fundamental part of this establishment. However, those who actually make a choice to ingest this junk do not have one ounce of freedom or sovereignty in their bones. The vast majority of humans are heavily conditioned from cradle to grave which forces them to depend on the matrix for all of life’s provisions whether physical or emotional. Modern day humans are raised to rest their entire existence on the matrix and ride its coattails as passive consumers who line up for any crap that it churns their way.
Therefore, with its long tentacles the matrix uses sophistry to prey on human vulnerabilities and insecurities and steer them into a deeper state of spiritual disconnect or slumber. It deliberately gaslights them into an ego house of mirrors and disassociates them from their intrinsic inner power. Those who control the strings of this simulation perversely enjoy inverting innately sovereign and upright homo sapiens into classical Pavlovian dogs. Pavlov, of course, demonstrated that the ringing of a neutral stimulus such as a bell is sufficient to trigger dogs to salivate as they are conditioned to expect food even when food is not in sight. The same process of social conditioning applies to porn. Those who consume porn (disproportionately men) are conditioned to get on all fours and salivate as the porn industry rings a bell but offers them no real nourishment. Instead of real nourishment, the porn mafia throws a plastic bone to the four legged human beasts only to get a rise from watching them drool. This is a text book case of social conditioning and spiritual warfare. It is obvious that masticating a plastic bone can never provide any nourishment but yet so many buy into this optical illusion.
To further examine the charade that is porn, let’s consider by analogy the hypothetical experiment of a driving simulator. In this scenario a person who has never driven a real car is placed in a driving simulator. The individual is informed that they are driving a real car and they have no knowledge otherwise. This driving simulator is equipped with an electric fan to simulate wind conditions and it is also fitted with a mechanical sprinkler made to replicate the sound and appearance of rain showers. In order to make this simulator as realistic as possible it is designed to vibrate in a way that mimics the velocity of a real vehicle in motion.
The person partaking in this experiment accepts this artificial and controlled simulator as real driving. They believe that the sensations they feel when the eclectic fan blows air on their face is the same as the wind. When the sprinkler sprays the simulator with water they assume that it is the same as real rain landing on the windshield of a moving car. They also believe that the vibrations they feel in the simulator would be akin to those they would experience in a moving vehicle. They do not question this artificial environment or conditions and fully accept this as the nature of reality. This indoctrination becomes their comfort zone. They live their life immersed in this status quo without the realization that they are not exercising critical thought nor asking any existential questions.
Until one day, the universe has it that they meet the rare heretic who snitches on this experiment. The snitch reveals to them that they have, in fact, been sitting in a controlled driving simulator and have never driven a real car. It is nothing less than an earth shattering revelation. It is of no surprise that the person who took part in the experiment becomes very defensive at this objectionable revelation. They refuse to entertain even for a moment the possibility that they were ‘mind f-cked’ and deprived of their power to drive a real car. They label the heretic that snitched on the experiment as a conspiracy theorist or whatever other hostile epithets so they can safely return to their comfort zone.
The fact that their driving potential was controlled and that their bodily sensations and feelings were blunted and numbed is too much for them to integrate into their consciousness. Fear blocks them from realizing that they were deprived. This person never had the epic experience of driving off into the sunset while smelling the intoxicating scent of fresh rain mixed with wet earth as it lands on the windshield in harmonious notes of pitter patter. They at no time experienced the rich sensual perceptions that water in its free flowing state calls forth in a sentient human being. Similarly, this person was also denied the sensual perceptions evoked by the caress of a summer breeze as it gently brushes against the cheeks. All this human being experientially knows are the dull sensations induced by inanimate manmade objects. Those objects can never elicit the same quality of sensations that are evoked by the limitlessness and the organic sentience of the rain or wind. These natural elements awaken deep physical, emotional and spiritual sensations and feelings that no electric fan or mechanical sprinkler ever can. A finite object will always be a poor replica of the limitless. The wind and water are natural elements who are sovereign and free and their essence invites a primordian dance with our own sentience. A dance that we humans have danced from the beginning of time.
To relate this analogy back to the main topic of discussion, consuming 2D pixelated porn in order to experience our sexuality and eros is the same as sitting in a driving simulator believing we went on a road trip and arrived at our final destination. Both scenarios are colossal mind f-cks. Porn and sex do not even remotely share the same galaxy much like a driving simulator and a moving vehicle. Porn is devoid of all the ingredients that make love-making real as a driving simulator is lacking what makes an actual car real. The person engaging with either of these will only stagnate and never arrive at any real destination. More specifically, porn lacks the ability to evoke real deep sensations, feelings, emotions, consciousness, solar plexus creativity and embodied presence. It serves to suppress these by relegating the spectator to the realm of limited mental constructs. The sensations that it does elicit are as mechanical as that of an electric fan or a water sprinkler. Love-making is like water or wind, it is sovereign and free and any attempt to contrive and control it creates a hideous distortion. Controlling it will only cast a shadow of the real thing.
So basically, porn sentences its consumers to the land of fairytales for a senseless coital puppet show. Porn actors are shadow puppets who have no access to real conscious and sensual love-making. They are tied to strings that move their limbs and genitals to the tune of their handlers. Referring to them as professionals or pros is taking the concept of euphemism to an extreme sport.
In these staged puppet shows there are no pros, only automatons on strings. These strings dictate their course or intercourse. Real love-making does not have a contrived script. Porn can teach humans about sex what a bathtub can teach them about swimming. Those who are conditioned will argue that they can swim in a bathtub, drive in a driving simulator or consume porn to enhance their sexual expression. Clearly, all three are delusions that are equally farcical. Nevertheless, in today’s world the delusion of porn is utterly normalized.
To end this exposé on porn, I will reiterate once more that it is an exaggerated clown show for the spiritually comatose. It buries its spectator under a thick grimy layer of sexual conditioning. Right off the bat it promises its consumers a thrilling joy-ride. However, this promise quickly turns into lip service when the only thing that goes on a joy-ride is their dopamine! Eventually, this dopamine rollercoaster ride ejects them powerless, numb and docile addicts who cower and salivate on all fours as they beg for some more ‘feel good’ brain chemicals. This dopamine seeking behavior creates neural pathways to addiction and long term dependency. For a short-lived shot of dopamine juice, porn addicts trade in their sovereignty to become chemically dependent. The tragic end to this story is that the good ol’ matrix BDSMs them into submission by f-cking them from behind doggy style. This twisted mind game positions them as the punchline to this perverted cosmic joke. It is no laughing matter!
The idiom “the tail wags the dog” is the most apropos conclusion to this tale. When pop culture porn discourse is stripped from its superficial free choice narratives the naked truth is exposed. Porn is the tail that is happily wagging the dog aka the four legged man. If a reality where a tail gets to wag a dog/man is not a colossal mind f-ck then what is?
Om Shanti. OM.
All Mighty Tantra 