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 In the same way, I used to wrap around their cost using a rubber band and the pole would be withdrawn with a ‘Thanks’.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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