Testing 1,2,3, testing 1,2,3, testing 1,2,3.Today would have been my mom's birthday.
This is the first blog post that I have attempted to write since learning of a war-like virus running rampant around the globe. Everything has changed since then, and now I am dictating instead of typing my thoughts. I have also pulled out and dusted off my unread copy of "1984", and I'm wondering about its prophecies.
Prior to COVID-19 information being brought to my attention by way of the 6:30 p.m. national news I labeled “The Trump Show”, I experienced weird dreams. In one, my family’s 60+ year old florist business was shut down, the building demolished, and then reconstructed and reopened. At the time I dreamt this dream, I didn't understand what it meant. The shop now has been closed for two weeks.
Who would have thought that church services would be cancelled and cathedrals turned into hospitals? Who would have thought that the leader of the most powerful nation in the world would be brought to his knees by an invisible adversary? That all schools would be closed and nothing be heard from the federal Secretary of Education? That our largest city would turn its popular park into a triage zone? That the government would claim that it didn't know about a looming threat? That citizens would be told to “just stay in your living room”, even though you may be homeless, and don’t venture out to get food except after two weeks? That war’s definition was changed from humans fighting humans to humans fighting viruses?
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| We used to be barred from drinking at water fountains! |
And what are we to believe? What an impeached president is telling us or what common sense is telling us?
This is an unforeseen conundrum placed on us by man and not God. If we had put a higher priority on people’s health instead of profits, we would be in a different place right now. If you really want to get philosophical about it, God creates; man destroys. Jesus, one of God's greatest Prophets, said he comes with a sword, not an antidote.
As I sit here looking out of my blinded windows at the Dogwood trees losing their blooms and the cardinal fighting his reflective image in my aluminum trash can, overcast skies are signaling rain.
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| Page 41 from “1984” speaks to how statistics can deceive. |
I'm wondering whether the number of dead from the coronavirus today will be dumbed down. The data says that people of my race are being disproportionately killed by the virus. Whether it is because they are poor, or riding an infected bus, or have diabetes or asthma, or not using Vick’s salve at night is not important. Native Americans in North America were infected by blankets.
What will be the positive outcome of all this? Only time will tell. I have no control, and what I say here will be published in vapor and deleted or left unread. But at least I have said it!
