I wake up, yet again, on the 4th day of what looks like a scene from Huxley’s Brave New World. The year is 2020, 16th of March.
I am not within the confined State World, where engineered bred humans are soothed by SOMA, the rules are clear, the pain or depression doesn’t exist and each individual is pre determined into a specific caste.
I am with the natural- born, the Savages, outside the perfect world, where humans are facing illnesses, the ageing process and struggle with the challenges of living in a free, imperfect world.
The Savages encounter yet a new challenge: a pandemic disease that threatens with death, mostly the elderly in their society. Will the imperfect world be saved? In order to contain the virus, the Savages should be disciplined and isolate themselves in their own space to prevent the spread of the virus and to keep it away from their fragile members of the community.
Will the natural-born be brave enough to prevent their in-habitat from destruction?
To be continued.
Be safe, stay safe, stay home. ~• And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply.
Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.•