The Pandemic is also a Riddle for the Religious

The Pandemic is also a Riddle for the Religious

Unanswered questions as of 3/13/20 {Friday the 13th, just after a full moon}

What is the actual incubation period>

If you survive the virus, are you then immune?

Why are some “carriers” immune?

Why do some folk, even if “exposed”, not get the virus, nor are they carries of the virus?

What is the role of our own emotional life, … if we give into fear does that make it worse?

How do we have a sense of humor in the face of so much death and chaos?

Is this not a time to eat, drink, and be merry?

I spent some time this afternoon, comforting my Lady. She wondered if she should self-quarantine, me being 79, and enjoying all manner of issues, pills, recent hospitalizations, and two near-death experiences when I depended upon industrial medicine = ruled by insurance companies, pharmaceutical companies, and other privileged corporate persons, who being imaginary have no conscience, and no appreciation for kindness.

The busy folk, the nurses, the floor sweepers, the techs, the aides, the endless wonder of kind peoples, serving a dark master, as do we all.

This system will fail. It is top heavy with controls and paperwork and profits … most of the bosses have to worry more about their company’s stock prices, than they do about the patients and those who labor to help them heal.

I wish here to be daring, and I asked myself what should be a proper name for this moment – this stage of the rite of passage – as Western Civilization dies into a new becoming. Being a white-privileged, Christian, son of Montana, American citizen, shaman, and professional heretic I would call this wonder – this crisis of the whole world at once: The Day of Fearless Reckoning, brought to one and all by the Lady of Ladies, known in ancient times as “the Mother”.

There are people who we admire, that we call first responders. They run toward the dangerous, instead of away. Our governments and their bosses, the multinational corporations, even if they try, or at least pretend to try, while cutting their losses, … labor unneeded for starters … the dark above cannot do, what the hearts of ordinary human beings, even in the mists of chaos can do.

In shaman school (divine providence) I learned that we are all the right people, in the right place, at the right time. Mom sez, if you pay attention to your own zone of choices, you will find the actions most needed to be taken. We are each writing a tale, some doing out of town tryouts in such bizarre venues as theaters of war.

America had an angel. Clara Barton. She ran toward the dangerous, and took care of the weak, tired, ill, broken, and lame.

Of those who receive the weight of this trial, and becomes physically ill, some will die, and many many more will live and are likely to be immune.

The bosses will quarantine, isolate, and apply their only tool – industrial medicine – which … if wise would welcome volunteers to take bed pans, change and clean linens, … kindness and a friendly face, not afraid of your cooties, is as much a part of healing as anything else. The more volunteers, the less work for the trained ones, who need to be with those most dangerously sick.

If we depend/expect someone else to step up, that’s a choice, and a right, not a flaw. Take care of yourself, first. Spirit and body. Here is the core wisdom; “the best six doctors anywhere, and no one can deny it, are sunshine, water, rest and air, exercise and diet. These six will gladly you attend, if you are only willing. Your mind they’ll ease, your will they’ll mend, and charge you not a shilling.”

Recall, if you saw, Downton Abbey in the years of World War One. Everyone had their place and their trial. Sometimes the world is on fire – socially – fueled by chaos, anxiety, and fear. Presidents, Kings and Queens, rich and poor, this rain falls on everyone.

In our world, the modern Earth Existence, She waits. Hopes. Blesses. Shares. We are never alone – Her consciousness is everywhere. She meets us at the gate of death, I can attest, from more than one direct experience.

As Western Civilization fails, this creates a needed social chaos in which to plant and nurture the seeds of the next. This loss of order, and the ability of the bosses to actually control everything … its a game changer. Look for various interesting rebellious ideas&opportunities.

We live in a social situation that calls out to us to color outside the lines of habitual activities. Never visit an ill person without a bar of chocolate and a deck of cards. Intoxicants optional.

Here’s some Bob Marley wisdom: “You’ve Got to Lively Up Yourself”

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