by Agnes Prieto

The clouds scudded on a pristine blue sky, almost a perfect day… except for a  silence, too quiet. A leaden weight, a lockdown that would end of a flow.

No hurry, there was no way to go. No one knew what to await, except to wonder. The pandemic had sprung on the routine of a life, suddenly, a screech of a brake, then stillness.

Days plodding on, distractions begin– baking breads and testing savories, planting vegetables in the nooks of the garden, decluttering closets for comfy “dasters” (house clothes) , enjoying lounge slippers, and just reading favorite books and discovering new ones.

One could get happy and homey but the news of the covid-19 pandemic hitting frontliners does not feel cozy. Too many fluctuations, mutations, mourning, confusion. Death is a wide swathe killing all over the globe. Overturning life—schools, churches, malls, deserted parks. And beaches.

Families have not gathered in almost two years– two Christmas, two Holy Weeks– and just stretches of days reading and watching films. No grandkids to hug. No ladies’ lunch.

The boredom is shattered.

I was jolted to find my body aching, my head aching, and I can’t smell.  I try to stand from my bed but everything is going around. Oh not me! Anyone but me. But the hacking coughing, the weariness, the fever tells me– the swab is the truth.

The body feels leaden, the joints are creaky, the head is heavy.  The throat croaks. But most of all, is a spirit trying to struggle, to find the inner courage to go beyond the matter.

I promise myself I would never be hospitalized. My body system has no way to heal in the allopathic way. There were only two major healing remedies I used, Ivermectin and an ancient Chinese med for the respiratory system, Lianhua. Lianhua is the Chinese herbal medicine for respiratory issues, now available from MercuryArs. There was trust in these. My body began to feel lighter, breathing  was almost normal. I didn’t need three small oxygen tanks on hand, and only needed a bit to ease my breath. In a few hours, I slumbered.

Three days, I remembered how I found my will to cheer myself up. Build up in my mind a strong wall where I shut out the sadness, the sorrow, the anxiety and the stress. Taking a deep breath of healthy energies, then out all the junk.

The body began to clear as the mind swept out the clutter. The yoga in the mind, of the mind. So that was the third medicine that began the healing. And the most powerful.

“One day, the doctor said the Co-vid had passed and left”

The devastation was gone, the virus had its power but it was over. It had diminished but leaving the debilitating emptiness of vitality, a void — after an angry wave.

The desolation was a nothingness that left the muscles trembling. What was most difficult was the rage of the virus attacking or the hollowness  of life. It felt, ironically that healing was now beginning, at a  zero point..

The remedy came gradually, from an ancient time, homeopathy that resulted from another pandemic during the middle ages.  Ars alb was the remedy, the fusion drawn from forests and gardens, fused into a powerful clearness. Over the centuries, there have developed the Materia Medica with more than 4,000 remedies still available from apothecaries in European cities.

All it needed was a drop in the morning and the evening.

Then energy began to crawl in, a gentle dynamic that pulls life giving energy to a coherence. Food and drink gives strength now, until one day activity springs back.

Sunshine and breezes — all the good things and then some — the killer , the virus  transforms into an immune protector. No need then for vaccination from chemicals which had produced the poison into a life protective essence. Instead of vaccination was natural immunity.

But the foggy unknown end at the bridge continues to beset questions, .what is beyond all these. Too many losses,,. what have gone…what new world will emerge.

About the writer:

Ma. Agnes Prieto is a writer, grief therapist, and founder of Healing Circles Recovery and Rejoys.