The demon of addiction

There is a demon in my house – the demon of addiction.

This demon is a level of consciousness that is made up of thoughts of death. I have become possessed by these thoughts on more than one occasion. While in their possession I have been unable to see the source of the problem and I direct all blame to myself. I then wish I could die or that I should be dead. In this state one becomes apathetic. The thought that one should die is all-encompassing and totally illogical, but seems logical in the face of the innate rejection-of-Supreme-Person that addiction projects.

Playing strategic killing games is just as bad as an addiction as any other – perhaps worse because it is socially acceptable. Pus there is no obvious hangover and the amounts of time spent gaming can be mitigated by better behaviors in other areas of life that seem to make things better for a time. But those better times don’t count for the sheer amount of hours that add up to decades of life essentially unattended.

When someone in the home tunes into an imaginary world on the screen, they tune out of God’s creation that is based on a balanced partnerships with others and into a world that is bent on upsetting the balance of interpersonal relations. They tune out of goals for creation in life. When their attention is focused on an imaginary world they believe is a source of happiness, they are unaware that they are destroying peaceful relations by infecting the general consciousness of the household with a level of consciousness that is demonic and bent on destruction. All thoughts have effects that go with them. The effect on me is the thought I should be dead. I know this thought is illogical and I have not acted on it. Today, I am  strong enough to look at these effects and banish them.

They may call it a hobby, but hobbies are supposed to be done after work, after interpersonal relations, after giving of oneself to the heavens for mutual benefit. Hobbies are supposed to take place after the basic needs of the household and its inhabitants are met. The addict does not even think of those basic needs when his attention is drawn to the game. The addict does not see the garbage piling up, or the clutter, or the heartache in the eyes of their children and spouses when he says, “No, I am busy, go away” in one form or another.

The demon of addiction is in my home; it tells me to leave my own home. I do not want it here. It is not welcome, and I bid it to stand in the Light of Christ and be gone.



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