Most of us are sick of the word covid, the pandemic, the thing which has divided families closed shops, pubs, restaurants, theatres and kept us alone in our homes where we only left for essential shopping or daily exercise. Like it or not Covid has woven itself into the very fabric of society. Not a day goes by without someone mentioning the impact it has on us. A kind of fear-related prison where our life force was gradually squeezed until we were left to gather flies like an abandoned segment of orange!
Dogs and Shopping
At times I wondered if people counted how often I walked my spaniel or when I had an additional trip to my local Co-op because I had forgotten the essential something! Could we still have a bottle of wine with a meal on a Saturday evening if we forgot to buy it at the right time? As I didn’t want to wear a mask, at the start of lockdown 1, I decided to shop in the local farm shop which was pricey but there were less hostile reactions, then I discovered that I could wear an exemption badge for my asthma condition which was a relief despite some looks of disbelief from other customers. One day I heard a group of women in Lidl say, we are all wearing one so why can’t she and I found myself making a hasty exit with my heart beating uncontrollably fast! The combination of anxiety and threat was just too much. In general, I found there was both fear and paranoia in our shops. I was meant to wipe my trolley but sometimes I couldn’t be bothered so after a while I gave up! Looking at the pile of screwed up blue paper spilt from a bin in the entrance to the store. I wondered if this was anything to do with hygiene. I heard it said that certain masks worked and others were a complete waste of time. Ill-fitting masks appeared to be more popular as the air that filtered in at the sides and nothing else did, but they helped with the headaches! But the thing I missed most whilst trying flying around at breakneck speed were the smiles. People soon became non-entities and I was unsure whether to say hello, in case they were not the person I knew! When I wore my badge, people still jumped back in panic and I began to swerve around the aisles to give them adequate space fearing retribution! During the first lockdown, I was adamant that I wouldn’t join any queues but by lockdown two, I had the experience of a line of shoppers at Tescos because I had vowed as long as there were no more than 10 in a queue, I’d join it and take my squirt of hand gel because farm shop prices were out of my budget and my self-employed business had taken a dive!
Friendships (thank God for them) and walking with or without the dog!
After a little while, I’m not sure how long I started to regularly walk with two of my friends with a suitably distanced in case I was frowned upon by other villagers who subsequently crossed over the road to avoid us. More notably one bright sunny day a child shouted, you are getting too close at 10 metres, which was applauded by his parents, well done! But those walks saved my life because I felt supported and grateful that at least I wasn’t alone while walking!
The Vaccine – end of lockdown 3?
Some of my friends have been vaccinated. Most of us have talked about this for far too long. For me, fears of nanobots rampaging through my blood cells and creating counteracting proteins is unsettling. What if these bots could be programmed with other messages? Even if these little gizmos are microscopic, and it is still a definite no. It could be the first phase of transforming us into silicon with human’s being considered unproductive compared to robots! Merging with AI is one of my greatest fears, I’m an organic sovereign human and I want to stay that way please! Then when my son got covid, if it wasn’t covid, it was a good impression of it, this woke me up to the fact that it was out there and people could catch it! It wasn’t just statistics of mainstream media bullshit, but it was God damn real! But once again I reminded myself of how incredible our immune system is as I realised the necessity for zinc, vitamin C which I hastily ordered for myself and my family. My T cells could still win through because they had already had years of training for this and despite my fears, I still wanted to deal with it the natural way. For me whether it was made in a test tube and released on the population or a pandemic, the result is the same, people were dying. How to lie with statistics may well be a part of this but when you are faced with your grown-up child extremely ill, you are forced to take the middle road or balance the scales of possibility. What did I know? Was the alternative media as corrupt as the mainstream? Were the videos of empty hospitals real? They could be, who could I rely on? The fact it is openly stated that most of us under eighty have an over 97 per cent chance of survival and more people are dying of other diseases still makes me question, but questioning is healthy, surely?
So, my friends are split, vaccinated and unvaccinated and while I, for now, remain unvaccinated as I await the results of this experiment, I feel that being an unconscious guinea pig to put money into the global elite’s pockets is not something I wish to adhere to. However, as the divisions in society begin I have noticed some thoughtless people calling the masked and pro-vaccine segment of our society (the majority) sheep, or worse sheeple. Surely it is much more than that. it is a choice. Perhaps some are less aware or I could delve into the depths of conspiracy theories but each of us have a number printed on our birth certificate which highlights our slavery to our economic system but if we were unaware of our slavery, the government’s desire for every human being to earn them money during our lifetime, a commodity, would it matter? It is life and a way of living. For some, the vaccine and the future promise of vaccine passports is an essential part of their emotional equipment. It is akin to the iPhone, Alexa, or the latest Audi! It is apparel, a form of armour that gives us protection in this changeable and unsafe world. It provides security against something that looms on the horizon, the pandemic. It is the silent killer, that kills the elderly and can be caught in numerous ways! And now just as we were beginning to get a real grip on it, there is a new monster, the new variants, the Brazilian, the Indian Variant. Protect yourself against everything and life will quickly regenerate and return to normality? What’s important is that you can still socialise with friends, travel and have a relatively hassle-free life with our hard-earned self entitled comforts. Do the necessary – it is war! It is war, but perhaps it is a war on our spirituality, or freedoms, our human rights, the apps being part of a bigger game. The furthering of hunger games between the have and have nots?
Loss of Freedom
So for others, it's a different story. One of control, loss of human rights and freedom of independent thought. It is a step back, not a step forward. We are a patent, sold out and exploited. We have become an extension of our mobile phone, or part of Microsoft Plug and Play? Our data is no longer safe. In creating the health passport, our sovereignty, the part of our connection to mother nature and our land is lost. We are no longer part of the soil, finding solutions for our health. We have become a pincushion for numerous vaccines. We are left with having to face the loss of our businesses to the detriment of our mental health!
Threatre, Dance and Song!
I missed dancing for so long and I also missed singing. I even thought of singing in the street because I was so amazed by some of the rules that meant people couldn’t even sing in church and I wanted to rebel! Singing is a natural form of expression and joining a remote choir on zoom surely can’t be the same. Dancing in a onesie doesn’t quite match up with getting glammed up in your best salsa dress either! Oh the good old days, hopefully, to return soon with everyone a little plumper after abandoning physical exercise! Theatres and the Arts in general much be keen to return with measures. It still amazes me how you have to prove you are healthy by way of a test when in the past people danced, attended theatres or cinemas sometimes coughing and spluttering all over you! But now you might have it. Why not then take temperatures, hand gel hands and if you are unwell don’t go! What happened to good old fashioned trust? A recent test may be an accurate measure for some but what is recent? For me, I’ll perhaps wait until people are confident again, or am I waiting until I am confident again. Confident enough to socialise and talk about what? Part of us has been lost through this experience and many of us will find it hard to regain it. For me, one of the most important things is to not judge another’s choice. It could be a wrong choice or the right choice but be aware that whatever that is or was, they are our fellow man/woman, our brothers and sisters and as such there is a greater spiritual desire for unity, not divisions. A lot of our emotions were fixed with an understanding hug, can we get back to that, please?