in the winter of ’22 the outlook for the unvaccinated here in Canada was very, very, dark
It was. The black shadowy energy was pervasive and palpable, almost smothering at times, unlike anything I ever imagined I could experience.
Thanks for your post. It touches on something that I have been scribbling down, intending for JMG's regular monthly open post, so I'll save it for then.
To answer the question, I don't recall having a singular moment of clarity as you describe, but then again there was the moment where the email went out, to everyone at the hospital, "asking" "who was interested" in the vaccine, and I remember feeling a vague tugging that it wasn't the correct thing to do, to go along with it just because everyone else was.
This nagging persisted until it grew, later in the year, into a door-hammering sledgehammer that I HAD TO HOLD THE LINE, no matter what happened.
I may also say that several times, over the past year or so, I've enjoyed a deep spiritual sense that I somehow "passed" something, the same way you feel when you get an exam grade and you passed.
Re: The Epiphany (A reflection thread on pandemic choices)
in the winter of ’22 the outlook for the unvaccinated here in Canada was very, very, dark
It was. The black shadowy energy was pervasive and palpable, almost smothering at times, unlike anything I ever imagined I could experience.
Thanks for your post. It touches on something that I have been scribbling down, intending for JMG's regular monthly open post, so I'll save it for then.
To answer the question, I don't recall having a singular moment of clarity as you describe, but then again there was the moment where the email went out, to everyone at the hospital, "asking" "who was interested" in the vaccine, and I remember feeling a vague tugging that it wasn't the correct thing to do, to go along with it just because everyone else was.
This nagging persisted until it grew, later in the year, into a door-hammering sledgehammer that I HAD TO HOLD THE LINE, no matter what happened.
I may also say that several times, over the past year or so, I've enjoyed a deep spiritual sense that I somehow "passed" something, the same way you feel when you get an exam grade and you passed.