I LOOK forward to the day when I can look back and recall events pre-Covid and post-Covid, just like when old folks pre-war and post-war, referring to World War II in the 1940s. I look forward with hope and a prayer that my family and I will weather through this intact, healthy, and sane.
And just as I was writing this, I happened to glance at a chat group where someone shared a photo of a shuttered office space in a downtown building that was once a ticketing office of the national flag carrier.
This led me to my patients. I’m a pranic healer, and this pandemic has made more and more people engage my services as pranic healing not just helps people with physiological issues but those needing psychotherapy as well. Depression is real and the only thing I’m glad about is that a few are reaching out, finding help. But that is but one or two in a hundred, or thousands, or more...
The photo of the shuttered office slammed into me the depths of depression of the ground staff, the office staff, and even the in-flight staff, and their families. Repeat that in all other airline companies – companies once peopled by beautiful, young workers obliged to give their best smiles to the world outside. Bring in the workers in all sectors who are being retrenched batch per batch as the pandemic continues to rage on. Bring in the hotel workers whose establishments have closed down. And then try to commiserate with those who lost a loved one in a matter of days, without even being given the chance to give that last hug or that bedside prayer with hands clasped with the dying.
Shift your focus on the rage that is now building up in those who choose fear over love in reaction to all the uncertainties and sufferings spawned by Covid and realize, we have not seen the worst yet.
We have to realize that the numbers are growing and the growth will bring more of these: business closures, unemployment, depression, anger, everything that is negative, including crimes, everything that is rooted on fear.
Just buckle up because whether we like it or not, Christmas will hit us in ways we never thought it could. Yes. Buckle up. Remember that in January this year, we never even thought that anything can hit us more than the earthquakes that were rocking us incessantly. We thought the bushfires in Australia was the worst. But here we are, towards the end of the year, fearful of an enemy we cannot even see but can imagine lurking with every person that passes by, with every newcomer who knocks on our office doors, with every stranger who bumps into us, and even with every ubiquitous packet of junkfood on the grocery shelf.
It’s going to be tough as the Christmas season will remind us of the festive mood we cannot even bring ourselves to be in, and the family members who remain in some faraway unreachable land. Buckle up and find your solace in the true meaning of Christmas... the Christ in us and his message of love. firstname.lastname@example.org