The stomach is the centre of individuality
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The stomach is the centre of individuality
“The stomach is the centre of individuality”
Serge Benhayon verbal communication in a webinar 2021
This revelation by Serge Benhayon, simple and precise in its brevity as it is, throws a light into the quagmire that are our food addictions, our likes and dislikes if not vehement and righteous demands when it comes to what we wish and demand to imbibe and ingest, our strongly defended entitlements when given even half a choice.
And this choice and it being the whole choice we definitely and defiantly demand and justify – whether that be a deserved reward or several, the way we have moulded our taste buds to be and react, and what we are willing to have and what not when it comes to what we put into our mouths.
And the food industry fulfills our every wish, bends over backwards to the ubiquitous demands for tastier and ever more tantalising combinations and concoctions and thus we even see a return to instant coffee of sorts in the shape of vastly more sophisticated coffee sachets and sticks with an array of germane ingredients – from powdered milk to caramel, to white chocolate and beyond. The sky is the limit when you can market some varieties as sugar free because of the addition of very sweet stevia which begs the question – why sugar free and who said coffee comes with sugar in the first place?
Can consumers taste the difference or is it all just a clever marketing ploy? Another distinction and a divide between those who prefer cappuccino to other caffeinated brews? Is it more a question of standing out, above the rest of one’s fellow so-called mere mortals where essentials such as culinary blowtorches, ice ball makers and shredder claws first enter the high end market to then conquer the world by ending up as made in China replicates in a discount shop near you, or a forcefully promoted super special on daytime TV. Never mind what our bodies can and cannot handle, have to digest and draw nourishment from and in the end excrete.
Interestingly enough, we can put just about anything into our body and we expect that this apparatus, which we are not ever without, whether awake or asleep, unconscious, semi-conscious or conscious, perform and behave and we feign surprise when it finally buckles under what is coming down the chute.
But we vehemently choose to reject any suggestions of responsibility for our health and for this physical body of ours but might dutifully take it to a medical professional who, after all, lives in the same soup and will prescribe medication for adult reflux and accompanying mouth and oesophageal ulcers without ever inquiring what their patient ingests and imbibes to excoriate these delicate tissues.
Let medicine and pharmaceuticals take care of what we refuse to take responsibility for ourselves while we reach for the next slice of pizza, the next can of soft drink or the ultimate flavoured vape. And would you like some cannabis oil or a generous sprinkling of organic hemp seeds with that?
And this is not to blame medicine or its practitioners; after all, we get what we have asked for and demand, whether that be food, politics or medicine.
“Pleasure equals the reflection of emptiness in desperation”[1] and so we continue on our well-trodden path that forsakes wholesomeness for the temporary relief of our tension and unease and placates the uncomfortable awareness that life does not need to be like this with ever bigger portions of popcorn in cinemas, chocolate and all sorts of muesli and other bars at petrol stations, coffee in its different incarnations at every street corner and in between and the ubiquitous availability of manufactured food wherever our eyes might roam.
And so we reach the giddy heights of what our entitlements demand and the supply chain guarantees; let there be food – panem et circenses[2] anybody? And haven’t we come a long way since those days in the Roman colosseum – but have we really?
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Addiction, Food industry, Over eating, Responsibility
