We are living something unprecedented in human history. All of humanity is under lockdown. This is bound to bring up some old memories of plaques and smallpox and other ancstral stories in our DNA. For me, it brings up memories of my Indigenous Ancestors being given diseased blankets, dying of white man's diseases because we had no immunity to foreign viruses. Ironic how things come back around.
Yet, we have TV and internet to bide us through. We have never been so alone while being so together in the same story all over the planet. We live in a world of polarities and ironies.
I remember when I was young and my older sister had diptheria. The entire family was quarantined for a month. For us kids it was great, an extended holiday from school. For my Mother it must have been hell, with 5 kids running around. My dad was lucky, he got to stay away so he could work.
I am lucky to have an online Shamanic community that dreams together, shares many stories and supports and encourages one another. We have been together for decades, online and in person. They are my family. Not everyone is so lucky.
How we choose to spend our time is our choice. Some days I don't want to get up off the couch. Other days I am filled with creative energy and productive in so many ways. On the best of days I go out for a walk and visit the turtles at Mud Lake or stroll along the beach at Britannia Bay. Being home alone for a long periods of time sure shows what we are made of.
What is tragic in all this is that we are cut off from human contact, human touch. Children are being taught not to touch their face, that touch is something bad. We are being programmed to avoid any close contact. Yet, many are ignoring all the rules and acting as if nothing is wrong at all. So the quarentine will not work, does not work. It only prolongs the inevitable. There will be a sccond and possibly third wave.
The lineups at grocery stores and medical clinics and people walking around with masks on... are good reminders that the pandemic scare is real, not to mention the daily death statistics on the news. Some say it is all a hoax to control the masses, program us to obey orders, keep us from getting out of control.
Real or not, we are living something extraordinary and life will never be quite the same again. As predicted by ancient prophecies, even the Medicine Wheel is changing and we are living through the change of worlds. There is so much more going on than most realize.
Ironically, I miss being with nature, away from humanity. It is nature that I miss more than anything, sacred places untouched by humans. I am enjoying the quiet of the city. But things are already picking up again. None of this makes sense. People will die one way or another. Plagues and viruses have existed since the beginning of time. Yet we are still overpopulated. Another irony.
If ever there was a time to pray, to work on ourselves, to find peace and balance inside ourselves, it is now. We can use this time alone at home to go inside, to look at our unresolved issues and be prepared to die if need be.
I have been getting my affairs in order, writing my will and making sure I have instrustions in place for my funeral and the disposal of my ashes. This is something we should all do, no matter our age. Why leave things to the last minute, or for others to have to deal with?
The great thing about pondering our own death, is that it makes us value what we have. We've been sheltered from death in our society. We don't see it around us as much as our ancestors did. As a result, we take life for granted. We can't help it. We need death in order to appreciate life. We are great at denial, avoidance and procrastination. I know a 93 year old man with diabetes and Parkinsons who has not made his will. He says he is not ready. I can see that he does not want to deal with it, does not want to think about death. I find that sad. Death is a natural part of the circle of life.
Will you be ready when your time comes? If you knew you had 3 months, or 3 years to live... what would you do? What if you had only three weeks? Take some time to really think about it. Imagine that it could really happen.
What are your beliefs? What do you think happens after you die? I am lucky to have seen the other side. I am lucky to believe in the afterlife and something greater and better than life here. I can't imagine what it must be like for people who don't believe in anything.