I am on a conventional medical kick at the moment.
I dsecribed last time that ‘the guys’ told me to go to my GP and follow the establishment route.
This is so not me – and it’s so not them usually either. They used to say…hell no, don’t you go anywhere near those pharmaceutical drugs.
I told ya how I had blood tests (brrrrrr) recently -and today I went for an xray.
That’s a funny word – xray. I wouldn’t really trust a word like that.
I wasn’t sure I was even going to get to the appointment after intorducing my body to a drug called methoblastin this morning, prescribed to be taken once a week.
I have already been taking prednisone for three days ( I can’t say I felt much different…still really sore off and on). But after I took this little beige number at about 9 am, I found instead of my slow deliberate walk, my only mode of locomotion was the shuffle. Little shuffles, like when you have your feet tied together. I shuffled for the rest of the next 3 hours – also I wanted to burst into tears. I finally came right shortly before leaving for the xrays.
While I was getting the xrays done, and the radiographer had gone off to adjust something – I looked around the room and thought…wow, people won’t go to places like this in the future. Instead of sitting in a sterile, clinical space like this, people will go to….well, I don’t know what these places are called cos they haven’t happened yet.
But…it will be like this. People won’t ever say they feel sick or ill or diseased. This is not how they will express their health status. They will say, I feel I need a top up of love…
Cos they’ll know then, in this new time – they’ll be “aware” that love is the life blood of the new human form…the Homo spiritus….. form that’s just over the horizon.
They’ll walk into this place I don’t know the name of… and love will flow through their bodies. Like they are being plugged into electricity. Where will this electricity come from?… People there will click into the love flowing through the.. well…ummmm… they’re like lines, sound lines, song lines….I don’t know the details. Once you’re in there, you receive love and then automatically give love. I mean, you can’t hold onto to love eh…it’s not something that you can make a profit on. Stick the excess in your back pocket and buy a porsche. You receive and you give. That’s how you stay healthy.
For once health care will actually make sense. Not dollars and cents.