Crisis fatigue. Self-harm.

RelievedRapidBobcatI just can’t resist this post!

“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to keep your head while all around are losing theirs.”

First and foremost, going out today is a rebellious act. Some unspeakable “expert” on Radio Gaga (BBC Radio Five Live) this morning was telling people phoning in about self-isolation. What you need to do is lock yourself in a room at home, avoid going anywhere near other family members and not come out for a week. If you have to come out to go to the bathroom, avoid using a shared bathroom, use your own if you have one. If your house has only got one bathroom, “it is a little tricky.” And if you have to interact with other family members, don’t, but if you have to (and on your own head be it) keep at least 2 m from them.

Whatever you do don’t go out in nature, because you never know who might pop up from behind a tree.

Yes dear friends, I did hear all this, and she was serious and I had to switch it off as my emotions were fluctuating between hysterical laughter and almost incandescent rage.

Despite the global pandemic of self-isolation, self-lobotomisation, and self- loathing, there were green shoots of sanity.

“First it was Brexit, now it is Coronavirus,” said a bloke, clearly well into his 80’s (surely an ageist remark), to several other people in Marks & Spencer’s in Worcester where I had just bought an antiseptic bag.

Smiles all round from everyone. Prior to that I had just come out of St Richard’s Hospice coffee shop (strongly recommended) and the young man on the till suggested I was around 45. Well I do pride myself in looking much younger than my 67 years, but I couldn’t accept that! This young man was a wonderful asset to his employers and after exchanging some banter we both concurred that the world was insane and had been for many years.

That thousands of people were out in the city, and were not wearing masks (I didn’t spot one), rubber gloves and staying at least 2 m from each other lifts my spirits. Do you know people were actually touching door handles to go in shops, passing on unsanitised banknotes to pay for their purchases and gave the appearance of being human?

My physical sanctuary is Worcester Cathedral. So I went in, and sat in one of the many chapels in this magnificent building, closed my eyes and communicated with the spirit world. I’m sure I’ve said many times before, I know spirit communication is genuine when I feel powerful (loving) emotions. This morning was no exception. I felt an absolute wave of love for my beautiful lady. Gratitude, feeling incredibly blessed and a host of other emotions my in-house poet Rumi could express far better. I then had a dialogue with Princess Diana. The essence of the message is reflected in the first quote at the top of this post.

It seems the inscrutable (can I say that?) Chinese have turned the corner with their outbreak. But hey, despite the fact that almost everything we buy these days is made in China, who can trust those commies to tell the truth?

To round the morning off, I go to Morrison’s supermarket at Malvern. I make sure I find a parking spot without any cars either side of me. You never know what you might catch; I’m taking the government’s advice seriously. The place is packed, wall-to-wall self-isolation deniers cocking a snook at the best efforts of the hysteria brigade. I have now set my car (I didn’t know it had this facility) to self-lock. Having bought my wet and dry cat food I proceed to the 10 items or less check out. Funny, but I can’t motivate myself to use the self-checkouts and make most of the remaining staff in the shop redundant.

STOP PRESS, don’t buy a face mask!

Before I finish, just a brief word about the power of faith. Iranian Muslims have declared themselves unfazed by Coronavirus. But hang on, isn’t Iran part of the Axis of evil?

My car has just had a new switch cluster put in. A warning light on the dashboard no longer is illuminated. The car runs much more smoothly. It is self-correcting!

You know how all these blog posts end. The power of love, the power of connection, the power of oneness overrides everything.

So I will resist the temptation to travel and see my beloved this weekend. I will self-isolate, probably self-mutilate, almost certainly will self-obliterate and maybe if I survive will even consider as a long-term solution self-partnering. And I have just spotted a flock of pigs flying over the Citadel of bulls*** in which I am currently resident. Sorry self-resident.

Love to you all, have a great weekend, go out and enjoy the sun. Jack Stewart, Friday the 13th (it had to be, didn’t it?) 2020. Humanity will come through this, much wiser than before.

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