‘’We used to take everything for granted.’’ These were the words of my friend as we stood in the Piazza, needing a bathroom, and wondering if perhaps we should just try our luck at one of the cafes. And we sat there in the sun with our drinks, and took nothing for granted, about this day, this moment of freedom.
Each day I live with a huge rip cut into the fabric of reality, and I see beyond, beyond everything. Beyond to the things people do in the darkness, and the spiritual war that lies behind everything that occurs on this earthly plane.
Sometimes curiosity drives me to scroll through the social media feeds of people I used to know. Observing their stories of life, carrying on as normal, and reality is still reality, albeit with a mask or two. It is like observing another country, and yet our countries weave around each other, intersecting. And the same reality lies behind both, through the cut in the fabric, you can see; truth.
I started writing an article about heart attacks for The Light newspaper and I stared at the stark facts. And then I received a message from a friend whose friend died of a heart attack leaving behind her children.
These unprecedented levels of illness and death. It is such a weight. To know but not to tell. Or to try to tell. Or to give up trying to tell. To keep quiet about because intuition can tell when a loved one is open to hear or not. The weight is so heavy. My own heart hurts. I tell myself, that at least I know I’ve tried my best, to tell.
And I chatted online with someone I’d never met before, and we hoped that one day we could be of service, that one day, the truth would come out, and we would be needed, those who already know, to offer support to those who do not. How wonderful it would be to be needed, for our knowledge and concern, instead of outcast?
Friends are leaving one by one, as they have lost their right to employment, and Italy clings on to the restrictions that other countries drop. And for what? An article published in The Spectator revealed what so many of us no, that the passports have had absolutely know benefit. Why would they? When the injections do not stop transmission? All they can do is given a overinflated sense of confidence to the injected who are passing the virus freely. We had outdoor masks all winter, and a completely segregated society, and we were no better off than the UK.
And yet here, people think the discrimination is a good thing. Or they actually don’t realise it’s discrimination, as many people get confused when you mention the word. A whole outgroup has left society, and most people barely noticed. For nothing.
I’ll enjoy my coffee in the sun, and my time on this earthly plane. And I’ll never take anything for granted again. It’s short and sweet - when you get beyond the saccharine new normal, and see reality for what it is. I’m praying that everyone awakens from the dreamspell and we can learn together what the truth is. One day I pray there will be an end to division, and segregation. A time when we all admit, we have lived a fiction, and our existence is not what it seems.