In the news, across networks and in the adult industry it seems that the rates and levels of depression and suicide are significantly higher. Could there be correlations with our culture and the economy? What about the correlations between actor(s) and actress(es) and culture in the adult entertainment industry? I find it hard to really know because reading so many scholarly journals recently led me to believe that there are conflicting conclusions. The most common denominator I have found in anyone who has or is ‘depressed’ is the feeling of disconnect. The feeling of being lost and alone. Describing further, it has to be one of the most horrible feelings one can go through in the human experience.
I ran into some cultures while studying anthropology, that defined these feelings in their storytelling. In one story in particular, they describe two cultures far out in the cosmos; sharing that these lamentable moments define who we are in the present and what we can become in the future. That ultimately we find strength in each other and we can endure.
I rewrote the oral story in a very short, written format and I would like to share the story with all of you in hopes that its wisdom can be passed on to you:
There are many worlds out there in our universe; each playing its own role and design. Who would have thought that amongst the chaos and strife that the fate of one world helped the lamentations of another?
The Nequ’pa felt so alone in the universe. They listened and watched the skies for ages trying to find a species of greater mind or lesser mind to share with. Their soul enveloped the world. They saw the world in colors that humans could only imagine and whatever they touched hymned the song they held in their hearts. No war, no chaos—just grief remained. The Nequ’pa wanted more than anything to have the joy of listening to the souls of another place and time. A short Nequ’pa moved the center piece that resembled glass, across the console and within minutes, the receiving arrays aimed to a piece of the celestial sky where a system was located, a mere one and a half light-years away.
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The Lokia felt a part of everything but feared more than anything that they will be forgotten. They called out and watched the skies trying to find a species of greater mind or lesser mind to share with. They saw the world in shapes and designs each wired together in such a way that humanity had only begun to discover. There was no more grief, the Lokia were beyond that, they were at peace, after all their entire world was dying…A massive geothermal event broke open the planet’s surface and the flames and ash slowly suffocated the planet. The strife pushed the Lokia to make one last call. A family urged their child to do the last calling. The child sobbed as he pushed down the red jewel into the glass counter. The child stepped back and then crawled onto his mother’s lap. The family smiled into what appeared to be something like a video camera. Tears ran down their faces but they remained calm. The family spoke of their life and the connection they had with each other. In time, the child said something most profound and slowly moved back to the counter and pressed some colored stones and the child returned to his mother and his family. They all smiled and waved their hands slowly in a circular motion. Within minutes, the sending arrays aimed to a piece of the celestial sky where a system was located, a mere one and a half light-years away. Then in an instant, the video, the family, the Lokia people, were all gone.
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The short Nequ’pa started to leave the observatory when it felt the need to turn around. To its surprise, the monitor was blinking in bright luminescent colors. The Nequ’pa’s heart almost skipped a beat.
“Could it be,” the Nequ’pa wondered. It took hold of the glass center piece and pulled it down. Most of the data was damaged except for one message…a message from one family a mere one and a half light-years away. The computer recalibrated and the Nequ’pa understood what the family said. They spoke of their lives and the connection they all shared.
The child was the last one to speak and with love in his eyes he said, “Our world is ending but I hope our memories bring promise to those who are listening. We were never alone because in all our searching we found ourselves in each other. And as the eons pass when our culture is forgotten to our planet, we hope that anyone out there listening will realize that our love will live through them.” The message faded…The Nequ’pa took a couple of steps back and with tears of joy, not grief, looked to a piece of celestial sky where a system no, a people, lived a mere one and a half light-years away.
Good Journey from a story so Far From Home!
The truth boils down to that we need to talk more about this rising trend and create some dialogue for progression. **If any of you are struggling with depression and/or suicidal thoughts its important to reach out and ask for help! Talk to someone you trust, such as your family, friends, and/or physician. You don’t have to go through this alone!
Wolfie Blue 