My dearest Covid-19
you are the answer to so many prayers!
All of our prayers…
Just maybe not what we thought we were asking!
We pray for our planet Gaia
For Her lands destabilized from climate change and drilling
We pray for her oceans,
filled with pollutants seen and unseen,
We pray to stop the fires
burning down continents
Her for her prana to clear, which is once again, unseen in Beijing!
We pray for the lives of others
To be different
Not the same,
From their paths meant to be taken
That their dharma’s not in vain.
We pray for the drug to save ‘Jimmy’
A cutie with incurable dis-ease,
Needing extirpative surgery
Or possibly replaced knees.
Instead of Love, diet, and tender comfort,
He’s given needles, drugs, and tubes.
He’s placed in isolation
And robbed of nature’s views.
His being’s dysbiotic –
Both inside and out
A diet of ‘tastes great’ Frankenfood,
Builds residues like gout.
We prolong his daily suffering,
A picture of my virtual hell!
Whether 5% or 20 of patients institutionalized this way
there are a very many,
I’ve witnessed it several times a day.
Are you sure
that’s what you would want
for a loved one or yourself!?
To generate a mountain of plastic for a weak decrepit self?
llness is our proxy
body’s rebellion against control.
Played out with lineage actors
The parental ones we know.
Becomes an “M”,
upside down in world’s mirror.
Attachment strengthens when denied.
Like a pickle in the pot
Burning at your innards
twisted and contracted.
Our body always aims
to regain its balance and health.
Will do whatever it takes
to get it’s space, fasting, or prayer
with migraines, IBS, and pain.
Whatever it takes, to release from our toxins,
and our over-efforting,
whilst ignoring diurnal rhythms.
effort for our lacks
instead of accepting what you’re given.
Hospitals and clinics,
Our So-called Healing Centers,
(At least assumes our collective eye,)
Are shock settings for suggestion!
Instead of courage and healing,
Promote disorientation, disassociation and brain degeneration!
Bland sanitized rooms
With cartoonish fixtures,
Sharp gleaming edges
which proclaim loudly
All’s to the
Exclusion of Nature!
The man in white
Peering at his screen
His glance to you brief, a
pasted smile you get.
You’re in the upside down world now.
Never to get out
But please DO!
Before it’s too late.
Helloooo, did you know
many the studies conclude,
conditions and consonants
prayers for dis-ease,
Trigger vigilance not placebo,
suppressing healing function
and even our microbes
deep inside of you?!
Did you also know that vigilence
In all of its degrees,
Drives our “want not”,
… Oh, I ”want that!”
Unrooted from building’s sterility,
Makes us that much more susceptible
To the illusions of
Even starting with good intentions,
Because Docs initially so strapped,
During his career he’s thinking of Money
and a copay is always that.
No access to soul, no problem!
The good doctor grins.
He cares not that you’re a zombie reborn,
or an opioid addict without shins.
Of course he’s compassionate
To the demented,
Or more politely, deficited,
humans with shrunken minds,
It troubles him not they’re only getting worse,
Now unable to focus on what’s in front of them.
Instead having endlessly new days,
They still recall some stories
Hoping to relive their past glory.
Without calm or
Change is chaos,
A sign of loss
on it’s own.
With this your inner spark
retreats to hide.
Detaching soul from spirit
Leaves no glint in their eyes lost little spark in their being left.
And then there is the ICU
as inhumane as can be
Lights, chimes, beeps, and bells
slam our Swiss watch self
our brains to and inchoate pulp.
When one’s confused and forgotten
Will you still see oneself in the mirror?
As glimpses of your loves lips fade
What is left in there to live for?
As clinicians we are left
Caring for these sad beings.
Ghosts of their old selves,
Humans we visit guiltily,
Arranging caretakers instead,
Lives living for the doctor’s visit.
Or for the saddest ones to die,
alone and abed.
Yet we refuse to let them go,
Even as they trigger deep sadness and shame.
“Without him, I’m hollow”.
“Without him, I’m in pain”.
“I can’t bear the alone and tomorrows”,
That media foments again,
Jimmy’s urine and stool are toxic
From drugs he takes every day.
He pollutes waters and our sound
Ever since the industrial age.
And did you know that Dioxins, PCBs, and POPs
From protectants, plastics and shapeshifting,
Get stuck in membranes
Did you know these lipoproteosomes
Or, the black holes of our cells,
engorge with our chemical diet
of gummibear indigestibles.
dioxins erosive presence,
help fragile membranes
In metaphoric mapping (?)
it has been anecdotally shown,
resentment drives most cancers
attacking our beings weakest points
from valid emotions locked away.
Which tissues’ most affected from these?
It’s well that you might ask,
That’d be the fats of prostate
But this we ignore and
focus on the physical instead.
So spare me please requests for a cure,
When you pooh-pooh prevention
Which is the only way.
Bad fats disrupt membranes and
Like cinquefoil clogging rivers,
Receptors’ rafts can’t slide so efficiently.
Immune functions slowed and disrupted
as myelin sheaths and tubules get polluted,
Storing in fat as we age.
Presenting as MS, ALS, IBS first,
Breast and prostate cancer later.
In America, we have a zombie disorder.
Folks so over-stimulated
We call it ADD anxiety and bipolar.
Really we’re suffering from emotional collapse!
We set Covid’s stage
Silos groomed to keep us shielded from our truths
to decimate the squares
Our towers of Babel
Divide democracy to conquer
Ourselves from each other.
From our midst.
“I’m the only one…”
“Leave the children in cages”
We say to ourselves yet,
forgetting our haves
with a need for always more,
Gives quite literal power
to the shades of business’ whores.
We beings as such
No sweet beauty in life.
Gaia wants us gone
Before the rest of her goes into night.
It’s OK if you don’t wear masks,
Freedom isn’t free
Maybe your brains’ are too tight,
But you’re confusing wants with needs!
We pray for wealth
Worship men who finesse
That you can buy sweet love, beauty, and sex.
Just a nip here, a tuck there
and you’ll be better finally at last.
Single procedures generating wastebaskets of trash,
Ever-feeding the plastics in our sea.
This Gyre formed mostly, or maybe all,
From crass superficiality
To first and foremost justify
Taxation to pay the 17% GDP.
Ah, the .1%-ers PHARMA and MBAs,
Hedge funders and true Wall Street conniseurs,
Slicked our hospitals for their electives-
not a pandemonium of sick.
Once Covid settles in
For it’s second round melee,
hopitals for profit and not,
will be bankrupt most assuredly,
Already many hospitals already, are deeply in the red.
Med schools will drop enrollments
Who wants to die for that? unless they’re already dead.
The ‘Harvard’s privileged elites
will create for medicine a new vision an Elysium for the sacreds,
leaving riff-raff to tend their own dead.
medicine per se will be menial work for the smart seconds,
Harried and shaded,
doctors like me with PTSD.
How could you?
How dare you?
Why would you play G-d!
And yet you do still…
‘We’ pray for more wealth
When we live like no other –
Seven planets for one
glutting voraciously with bobbles trinkets and treasures
ripped from heart of Gaia.
Because in our world,
land rights don’t exist.
Nor rights for anyone deemed lower than your social status.
We are the insatiable Beast
No difference between,
Distinguished CEOs at conclaves,
Or glorified sociopaths laughing off-mike,
Using CIA thuggery,
our CEOs thrive
To bribe the measly
Extorting the uncounted,
and greasing the puny titans.
Ruling distant worlds by proxy.
Creates a special karma too- a perception of complicity
which is too often true!
In just promoting markets,
We magnify the ‘have and have-not’s’.
Detach our wills from Gaia
And the gifts from her she fonts.
Our corporations (our “bodies”)
Ever needing to be fed,
purchase treaties in third worlds
benefiting less than 1% of the country.
Agreements specifically designed
To exploit and skirt, land’s will and those who love her.
Poisoning soil, wildlife, and her children
Her environments harbors and valleys
Pristine and beautiful,
left trashed and wrecked.
And for what you might ask? (Or not I don’t care), for cash crops, rare earths, and blood diamonds to name the least.
Enjoy that suckers,
with “environmentally friendly” cars.
Or perhaps for the riches of Africa,
We’ll put in cloud servers and grids
Squelching news of contaminations
news of leukemias that spread.
Leaders, their own leaders (!),
Treat their villagers as disposables,
The world’s Ramsy Bolton’s, Idi Amins, and Titos,
Dissociated from the costs of success.
(Hmm, where are those families now- certainly not all dead?!).
Their families never left us,
Running sweatshops instead!
Who cares if it takes pure water to cool?
What’s another 5 miles for Bibi to fetch her draught,
Barefoot, belly swollen from parasites and lack,
a Bucket on her head.
Did you know slum-living
Multiplies have-nots and stress?
Slum-living itself raises birth counts
To give a chance at success!
Instead our charity is
Taking bailouts for buybacks
Or paving the Dow’s way
Of raising monies for the hedgers,
To protect their rainy days.
‘We’ pray for ignorance that
Science is taken out of schools
No sex ed
Keep her knocked up barefoot and pregnant,
just mind your business you wretch.
Ignoring arts of living, for
Salvation in your humbling
‘We’ pray for science laws
To remain exclusive to the schooled.
Casting doubt on careful evidence
Our mocking leader states clearly,
That he loves us as a fool.
His eye contact, flip of the head,
Belies his reptilian being
Look carefully and see
his eyes are non-blinking.
Sloganing with taunts, lies, and Twitter rants.
And Mesmerizing rally chants.
To the pitches of his minions
He shares his dogma carefully
Enunciates each syllable
Brilliance as he orchestrates
Reweaving in the tale
of story to his enthralled
He deliberately thickens their veils
Thereby cloaking their reality.
Presenting Lies as Truths
Then mirrors the Truths as Lies.
Stoking fears and pitching fire
And that only he himself can fix it.
‘Our technologies the way’,
He apes his handler’s recs,
Though this tech is a hologram-
Wills not and cares even less.
Where is Mr. Fix-it now?
LOL, not a robot programmed in Taiwan!
Did you forget that you were he?
You can fix your own problems,
And trust in humility instead.
Your spirit is always with G-d, there is no separation whether within or without the flesh.
Did you know,
There is no designer greater
Than nature is herself?
Inventions from man’s brain,
Merely the application of reflections-
Tools Gaia’s mutations create that as our view quietens
Inspire ideas for ourselves!
We can be but each
derivatives of Shekinah’s glory.
Embodying our coherent
Force of thirst
Manifest us into being,
Gaia who always grants us
the gift of our dreams
As we follow our heart-centered selves, Ten Commandments, and Golden Rules.
Or for some our twin flames’
Each having memory of being Adams and Eves –
primally matching energies at
breasts, thighs, and feet!
Yet even then in that
There’s no guarantee of ease,
Meeting your “match”
What would that be?
From our deep lineage worlds,
Our mirrors are humanly flawed.
Assimilating disordered society
Presents challenges to our Hod.
Which is why the DNA mutates,
or at least that’s why silent mutations are kept,
To find a solutions to our time-honored life
of trying to over-digest.
You forget that you are enough!
You only have this moment.
Did you know what’s right today
maybe wrong tomorrow,
and so what?
Which do you focus on,
Which do you feed? Your worries and disappointments, or victories and Glory?
Who are we anyway to effect Anothers’ path?
Are you walking in their shoes?
Yes, we can discern or want to or try to change it,
many parasitize it’s true.
For each path brings a set of lessons,
Which in the end, as we engage,
whose lesson will it really be?
Do you double check as you point, and remember those three fingers
always refer to you?
Do you get permission first,
Before you pray for another?
Or just take it on yourself, to judge one’s needing
Are you absolutely sure that’s what you ‘need to do’?
Let the golden rule be your test.
There is no wasted lesson
Even if some of us, it seems, need it over and again.
With 8 patients to tend,
Nurses run, run, run run
Why do we hold onto lives meant for ‘teaching’,
Spirit bound and imprisoned
Yet we refuse to release them
Torturing as we
Resuscitate to the nth.
Let go of the dis-eased,
de-mented, and de-fective.
Those who cannot find ease or joy.
Let go of those
with un-focused eyes, and bodies clearly ready to go.
Let go of those who can’t still create, with their heart being self – using mind, hands or body.
Whether by nature or nurture, our spirit dims with a losing some resilience-
our refined lineage organs
stressed with demands of adaptation,
later withers then fail
nature letting you know
you’re in the way.
Coronavirus, how you reign on high!
Yes, you are a very OLD TESTAMENT G_D,
passing silently on wings in the wild to encompass
Dancing, spiraling pirouetting
Do you shoot strands too for traveling? Can you balloon in the wind like a spider?
An invisible interloper
Cutting dust in the air
Floating for 70 min in the stillness of air.
How long do you stay aloft in my studio?
Your crowns’ arteriole blood red spikes
There are no mistakes for your naming
Your timing’s so perfect.
The Beast’s fangs bared,
Showing the world its raw self,
You saw opportunity
In therising sense of futility
Finding the resisting
with induced HLA,
Engaging with stickiness,
Taking advantage of too close
To match your challenge.
Even attracted to yet unknown attractant?
Are you a solution in search of problems?
Or a problem in search of solutions?
Which are you and to whom?
So many possibilities-
Twenty proteins can become 30, with recombination.
Do viruses change with time? (yes)
Though so much we don’t know.
G-d laughs and says, “you know nothing!”
Quickly into this one,
Slowly into that,
Covid-19 picks humans, one-by-one
Or nearly en masse.
A smothering blanket of
Breathlessness, fire, even death.
Lives available for getting the job done
We invited you in with our antibiotic resistance, degraded biomes, and worst of all isolation.
And here you will stay,
A tsunami flattening hospitals
Expelling sane folks from current medical care.
Your intractability taxing
-Leveling the for profits and not, (sorry Tim B*)
Leaving essential needs to be filled in your wake.
When there is excess meat.
In the sweet ones, our children, full of prescence and dreams.
For their lives, there is no excess still flowing with
our lives in dynamic animate union.
Interested and engaged with all forms of being until we’re on Euracipides bed.
Mimicking themselves and nature as
Beings who dance in the world with body and senses,
Do you love the environment as if it were alive?
As it is,
if you are willing to ask!
Untrained eyes see into souls
Digesting truths and untruths from their elders
Senses still clear of re-enactment wounds
Auric fields without etheric crystals.
Did you know that for every single human being,
Whether great in their own life or small,
There are hundreds of similar beings?
Based on birth-charts alone.
Identical, no, but VERY similar,
given the same or similar opportunities,
No one life is so very precious- but what we create as a whole, lasts.
Looking for the juice machines
RNA spike harpoons,
Attack and landing sites…
Of Accessible ACE receptors
Lungs first, then if unchecked, liver and kidneys
Having already deadened scent,
Our gate to Lust,
And incapacitated digestion.
Floats its proteins and lipids in our type 2 pneumocytes deep in alveoli,
Type 2s our source for lung’s others to regenerate after wounding.
ACE constriction receptors- thinning membranes,
hastening O2 intake
over CO2 release.
linking in phosholipid membrane surface
Loaded with water channels and ports
Our front line defense cell
Pumping water from air.
THE cells that create surfactant-
Tubular myelin beads and netting
Our lung’s Teflon substrate
for ~zero resistance to breath inhalation,
approximating a perpetual motion machine
Myelin uncoiling to form a precious net of charge on exhalation,
Recoiling with air comes in on inhalation.
Air opens to change
Providing safety and security
It is OK to breath and be you.
AType 2 cells damaged by Covid-19 are also our source of stem cells for tissue and lung regeneration
Subverting and killing alveolar cells
Letting a bubble form against the serum’s stickiness-
Serum leading to blood.
Without that resilience, many do drown without machinery.
Here is Covid’s opportunity for landing and springing its venom.
Scars beget scars
Meat spoils and sours as it consumes without giving back,
Closing in on itself
This is not mud or a swamp
This provides no fertility for the lotus to bloom.
Sars Cov-2, like a swarm of fire ants,
You multiply easily working deeply
into damaged and sticky lung fields
where blood flow slows by plaque and twisting
surfactants full of clumped dioxins, weakening it’s weaving and webbing.
Bronchial Tracts thickened,
from chronic ‘over-efforting’
to keep things as they are
every breath is different.
Cilia heaving mucus like tired and damaged zombies
Thickened and tenacious in response to inflammation and particulates.
then push it out together…just like crew.
Needing too many 2 cells to clean out pranic trees
Littered with air pollution, I’ll-ness, and dis-ease
Unresolved sorrows and griefs
Do you have pain of a broken heart that never healed?
Could you not trust G-d that it is always for your highest and best Good?
What did you wish for
but then didn’t accept the “how”-
Life on life’s terms.
We know you too as an angry Sars 2-Cov G-d wreaking wreckage in our lungs.
As usual, over defensiveness, lashes back at ourselves,
causing much further damage, ARDS, sepsis, weakening organ structures.
What if we could just stop digging?
We all have it too, that hidden resentfulness and anger. Admit it. How does it serve?
Does it motivate you to get out of bed?
Yes, there is that.
To prove someone wrong, yes, we can!
But then anger weakens, divides, and contracts over time.
Shortens our lives and opportunity
to create our dreams.
with homeostatic steroids released on kidneys is not random –
changes in its electric field propagate.
It responds metaphysically,
engage our adrenals-
Turn off sweetness, digestion, and immunity by proxy.
Blood pressure rises for impending flight (or fight),
heart and kidneys are the first responders, immediately acting to lower filtration rates.
Get it, lower filtration rates? Can’t “filter” shit quickly anymore, more reacting instead.
Sars Cov-2 spreading like an angry rash
Over bilious livers and
Shrunken kidneys and
Organs already longing for release.
A cytokine storm
Burning the body inside out
Skin bones teeth.
Are you ready?
Yes, you will know G-d at the end.
He is here now.
Only He isn’t real if you can’t see or measure Him,
You’re not counting that in physics,
All possibility and eventuality come to pass,
All in G-d’s time,
Shall I say,
Manifestation of mathematical possibility
The probabilistic version of archetypal embodied perfection of power and simultaneity.
The force and form man makes up from his resistance.
For whatever reason, the Universe doesn’t hear, “not” when you utter a cursing spell…
The universe not ‘hearing’ the frequency of “N-T”
Registers not against the invisible web.
Because in the treasure house of images
everything is possible and
Nun and Tau.
Nun – for death
Tau- for manifestation.
Say them slowly and see how they resonate within you.
By death of a belief,
we are forced open
…and nature abhors a vacuum!
Possibility manifests by its naming.
We called it with our will.
“I don’t want (named item)… that!”
So you get even more!!!
The seven sins aren’t just for you
But also apply to me
are given to
to free us.
But pain and fear of Michael’s Truth
Makes us we all resist.
We forgot to trust after our parents failed us,
No one is good enough
when they’ve lost
Therefore nor correspondingly are we in the mirror.
Our disbelief feeds our venoms.
Venom oozes and corrodes integrity
Like protease among the interstitium,
Taking the path of least resistance
Venoms Soften our deepest beliefs
Helpless against our doubts and fears
A scar must form to save us
But contracts us in its stead.
Psychic scars contract us
Give extra pings in our aura
When do we realize our anger is at ourselves?
Or realize we’re fighting life with our will
Ignoring our weaknesses, by condemning them
In others in our view!
It takes effort to expand in terms of releasing.
Fearlessness, recklessness (good traits for musketeers)
Might makes right
But there is real strength in effortless expansion.
Trusting in grace of Love, we remain courageous, knowing that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
No matter what.
You are always in the hand of G-d.
Foundations in our lives.
B from my med school class who went on quite predictably, to be CEO of a large metropolitan hospital. Bless his soul; thought I was a joke you know.