My COVID19 Manifesto...
Updated: a day ago
Holy hell this is getting crazy! Everyone is doing what they can to get the information they need to survive. I am not offering any advice here. I have no recommendations here. I am merely speaking from the heart.
Who the f' am I to write about something so massive? And to call it a manifesto for crying out loud, is pushing it.
I get it! But I have something to say.
Writing for me is very cathartic. Under these insane circumstances, I feel I have lost my voice- not as a mother, not as a wife, but as a human on this planet.
What I have written will not be everyone's cup of tea. My creative writing teacher in high school called me a nihilist. I suppose that piece of me is always simmering but I have become more hopeful with age.
Heck, maybe I should stick to recipes, essential oils and zoom call pilates classes.
But, I'm not, so here it goes...
We have essentially been told by our government, "Go to your room!"
As a mother, I realize that this does not come out of nowhere. Ideally, every action leading up to this breaking point was a choice that we, the people, made.
We choose stress, EMF, oil, pesticides, drugs, avoidance, indulgence, fear.
We weaken our immune system. We weaken our will.
So, when we are told to go to our room, we rightfully deserve it.
Remember after 911 how they had color codes for heightened states of terrorism?
Red was a top terror.
Orange was pretty terrifying.
And Yellow was just scary.
For a while, they would give us the color warning.
"Today is an Orange Day. Be aware of your surroundings!"
"Today is a heightened state of awareness - It’s Red!"
But after a while they were like, "Fuck it! We’re gonna live in Yellow and always be afraid at all times!"
With this virus, I am afraid that is what will become of our future.
A new state of fear. Do we stop hugging? Do we stop shaking hands?
They shut down the world. THE WORLD! What keeps them from doing it again?
What will be acceptable numbers to shut down the world again?
What will they mandate next?
What if it wasn’t a virus that was spreading, but an idea? A Revolution?
What if we turn this around and instead of doing all the things that sent us to our room, we chose differently?
Could we do it?
Could we get ourselves healthy in our minds and in our bodies so that we do not need their drugs, their vaccines, their fears?
Do we have what it takes to truly be brave before we lose our freedom?
I think we are a long way from this.
But one can hope.