Hungry Sacrals
Hungry Sacrals
By Sri Kala
Social media loves the hungry, stolen sacrals.
Looking for something that turns them on.
Because they are too afraid to be turned on
by what is immediately around them.
Stepping over piles of turn-off in the living room
to find a glimpse of life
on a tiny screen.
Hungry ghosts.
Scrolling for a relationship buzz.
A flicker of recognition.
A sign of life.
Social media becomes the drug
for enslaved sacrals
trying to feel something again.
Sacrals that have been co-opted by a system
that feeds on their energy.
Your service.
Your life force.
Your sweat and toil.
The last thing this system wants
is for you to make your own decisions.
The last thing a government that thrives on your debt wants
is for you to feel your innate navigational system.
So instead you follow its directions.
You bend to its algorithm.
Social media becomes the feeding trough
for hungry enslaved sacrals.
And yet beneath all of this scrolling…
there is a real hunger.
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But how do you feed the hunger?
What do hungry sacrals really want?
Connection.
To be wanted.
To feel seen.
Recognized.
Loved.
To feel something familiar.
To witness an image of their own distance from themselves.
And so they loop—
Wars.
Pop drama.
Destruction.
Stimulation.
Exhaustion.
Again.
And again.
Because hunger does not disappear
just because it is poorly fed.
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The healthy sacral is hungry too.
But its hunger is different.
It looks out on the world
and delights in turn-on.
It lets itself see what moves it.
It allows the body to be stirred.
To feel the pulse of life rise inside it.
To be in response with the world.
Moving toward what turns it on.
The curves.
The styles.
The knowledge.
The clarity.
The strength.
The resilience.
Mango slices.
Turning away from what does not.
This is the compass.
This is direction.
But here is where the confusion begins.
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To speak of what turns you on
is edgy in a world of stolen sacrals.
Because turn-on is quickly confused with sexuality.
With possession.
With ownership.
To say:
This turns me on.
I want more of that.
can feel confronting.
Especially for someone who has previously given their sacral away.
Then “more” means giving more of themselves away.
More labor.
More obligation.
More depletion.
So turn-on becomes dangerous.
Or misunderstood.
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But to an aligned sacral it feels different.
It feels like a compliment.
An invitation.
A request.
One that can be accepted
or declined.
Now…
or bookmarked for later.
Because a true sacral response
never demands.
It simply reveals direction.
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As a sacral being, I desire.
I let my desire shape my atmosphere.
I let the world know what turns me on.
And I turn away from what doesn’t.
This is how I find my direction.
This is how I make decisions.
Following the chain of pleasure.
Following what feels alive.
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This is the quiet revolution.
Not overthrowing governments.
Not defeating algorithms.
But reclaiming the simple authority
of what turns us on.
To let the body say yes.
To let the body say no.
To trust the pull of aliveness
more than the noise of the system.
Because a sacral that remembers itself
cannot be easily enslaved.
It will simply move
toward what is alive.
And leave the rest behind.
