When Corona was
spreading like wildfire; I was held up in the US. This followed many unpleasant
incidents like the 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 passenger looked like
prospective contestants
on a flight for the final selection of ‘Superman’!
When we reached home
I told my wife: “Most
probably, you or I will get the virus”.
“Uhmmm. Probably.” Was
her response.
The health workers had
been informed over the phone from Cochin airport that two probable Covid
infection 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 pasted on
the front wall of our house warding off people away from home! I have heard of
isolating people in their homes and leaving them to die during the great plague
in London. Luckily, we hadn’t been left to die as we hadn’t been found ‘covid
positive’. I had kept a long wooden pole outside. The vegetable, fruit, and
grocery vendors would call me out from outside and when my presence by a window
is confirmed hook the purchase on the tip of the pole and handout to me. The
same way, I used to wrap around their cost using a rubber band and the pole
would be withdrawn saying ‘Thanks’.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 to 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 will
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
became dull and slower as leaving home became only when necessary. Whenever I
dared to move out I was wearing ‘double masks’, washed my hands whenever I
found a tap and soap, and frequently sprayed sanitizer on my hands – sometimes
all over me to ward off the coronavirus!
One day last month, I
woke up in the middle of the night with a slight fever and choked nose. I just
lied down and called the local healthcare assistant and informed him that I had
been infected by Covid.
“ Don’t jump to
conclusions. Just go for on 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 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 feel
suffocation while breathing or the oxygen level in your 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 the body
pain started. On the third day night, I was rather very tired. I checked
mytemperature and oxygen level. I was still running a fever but the oxygen
level was 94. I was not in thedanger zone but my mind started working in a way
I did not want it to. I have done various jobs in my life. I must say I am
lucky as I suffer from no chronic diseases. It may be because I take everything
that
happens in life
positively – even failures and calamities.
I believe in ‘Master
sprits’ and these master sprits – my ancestors – have guided me through my
difficult times. This is not an ancient pagan faith. 1 Dr. Brian L
Weiss the American psychiatrist who specialises in past life regression through
his research has confirmed the entry of the master sprites many a time in one’s
life.
It was all dark around
but for the dim blue light of the night lamp. I could hear the ticking of the
clock and the humming of the ceiling fan. I should have fallen asleep sometime
after midnight.
The stillness of the
night brought into my weak virus-infected mind memories of my friends and
colleagues who died infected by covid. 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 I 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 on my bed with my clothes almost drenched in sweat. The next thing
I did was to check my body temperature and oxygen level in my blood. The
temperature was normal and the oxygen level was 95. I strongly believe that it
was one of my ancestor's spirit had come down to induce energy into me to
make me stand up again.
Now it is more than two
months since I have returned to normal life.
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1 . The Weiss Institute has kindly given me
permission to use Dr. Brian L Weiss’s name in this article. I Thank Beth at The Weiss
Institute for her wholehearted support.
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Dear Dilip,
You have Dr. Weiss's permission to mention his name, work, and the two names of his books on your blog. However, the correct link to his facebook page is
Beth at The Weiss Institute
facebook.com/DrBrianWeiss
twitter.com/DrBrianWeiss
youtube.com/DrBrianWeiss
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