I
survived Covid
Two Years ago, when Corona was spreading like wildfire; I was
held up in the US. This followed many unpleasant incidents like cancellation of
my return ticket, an extension of my visa by paying a hefty sum, returning home
in an evacuation flight paying fifty percent more of the normal fare, and so
on. The evacuation flight was full but everyone was forced to wear a mask and a
wiser. The passengers looked like astronauts in a spaceship. When we reached
home I told my wife: “Most probably, you or I will get the virus”. “Uhmmm.
Probably.” That was her response. The health workers had been informed over the
phone from Cochin airport that two probable Covid infected cases were on their
way home. The next morning a lady from the department of health came and gave us
a list of instructions on the symptoms of Covid infection and how to fight
Covid. She said that we had to remain in home quarantine for two weeks. A
notice was posted on the front wall of our house warding off people away! I
have read that a long time back during the time of the ‘Great London Plague’
infected people were isolated in their homes and left to die. Luckily, we were
not left to die as we hadn’t been tested ‘covid positive’. I kept a long wooden
pole outside with loose strings and rubber bands dangling like hangman’s
nooses. The vegetable, fruit, and grocery vendors would call out from outside
and when my presence by a window is confirmed, they hooked the purchase on the
tip of the pole and extend the pole to me. In the same way, I used to wrap
around their cost using a rubber band and the pole would be withdrawn with a
‘Thanks’. Very often they said it pitifully! Yes, two years ago if you got
infected by Covid you had two options – option 1) Go and get admitted in a
private hospital. Wait, before getting admitted in the private hospital you
needed to make sure that you had Rs.1 M with you! 2) Remain at home, eat some
paracetamol, and if you are lucky you would wake up to a new life or just die
away! After fourteen days we came out like Polar bears waking after
hibernation. We had to go into quarantine though we were not covid positive.
For two years life moved slowly as leaving home was possible only if absolutely
necessary. Whenever I dared to move out I was wearing ‘double masks’, washed
hands whenever I found a tap, and frequently sprayed sanitizer on hands –
sometimes around me also to ward off the coronavirus! One day last month, I
woke up in the middle of the night with a slight fever and a choked nose. I
just lied down and in the morning called the local healthcare assistant and
informed him that I was afraid I was Covid infected. “ Don’t jump to
conclusions. Just go for an OTPR test and then call me”. The healthcare
assistant said. The OTPR test result said “ RESULT: POSITIVE.” I called the
health assistant again and informed him that the test result was positive.
“What treatment should I follow,” I asked. “ Nothing special. Just swallow
Paracetamol tablets three times a day and take bed rest. If you develop
suffocation while breathing, or your oxygen level in the blood drops below 94
just call me, you will have to be hospitalized. Get one oximeter and check the
oxygen level three or four times a day”. I was advised. On the second day, the
body pain started. On the third day-night, I was very tired. I checked my
temperature and oxygen level. I was still running a fever but the oxygen level
was 94. I was not in the danger zone but my mind started working in a way I did
not want it to. I must say I am lucky as I am not suffering from any chronic
diseases. It may be because I take everything that happens in life positively –
even failures and calamities – that come in loads. I was lying very tired in my
bed. It was all dark around but for the dim blue light of the night lamp. I
could hear the howling wind outside, the ticking of the clock, and the humming
of the ceiling fan . The stillness brought into my weak virus-infected mind
memories of my childhood days, various incidents that happened in my life, and
at last, the friends and colleagues who died of coved during its first and
second waves. There was a parade of their faces in front of me before I drifted
to sleep. Then the dream started. I was lying in a bed looking totally tired
with a short beard and my hands were put across my chest. The hands were so
thin they resembled dry sticks. Was I going to die?! I tried to get up but
couldn’t! While I was lying there totally defeated, I heard someone whispering
in a stern voice near my ear “You are still strong. Get up. Try again and you
can do it.” I suddenly woke up. I was sitting in my bed with my clothes
drenched in sweat. There was no one near me. The next thing I did was to check
my body temperature and oxygen level in blood. The temperature was normal and
the oxygen level was 95. I strongly believe that it was one of my ancestor’s
souls or the master spirits that had come down to induce the kind energy into
me to make me stand up again. During many difficult situations when I was
totally devastated, I had an inner murmuring about what I needed to do next in
those situations. By this, I do not mean that I received such messages every
time I was in a difficult situation. I believe my ‘Master spirit’ and the souls
of my venerable ancestors have guided me through many difficult times. This is
not an ancient pagan faith. Dr. Brian Weiss1 the American psychiatrist who is
Chairman Emeritus of Psychiatry at the Mount Sinai Medical Center in Miami has
confirmed it through many incidents to prove the entry of the master spirits
many a time in one’s life. Now it is more than two months since I have returned
to normal life. 1. To know more about Dr. Brian Weiss’s research and findings
on past life regression please read his famous books “Many Lives Many Masters”
and “Same Soul Many Bodies”. You can even log on to his pages on the website- https://www.brianweiss.com/contact-weiss-institute/,
FaceBook:https://www.facebook.com/DrBrianWeiss, and youtube-www.youtube.com/DrBrianWeiss
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