1,000 words a day: life during the sickness – 1st entry

First rule for responding to my blog: Be respectful even if you do not agree or support my views. They are my views. My blog. My rules. If you can’t say something nice or constructive, move along, there’s nothing to see here. Freedom of speech is tantamount. So far, it hasn’t been stripped out of the Constitution. I will probably have a lot more to say about this in the days ahead.

There are other rules, but I’ll probably make them up as I go along. So bear with, and stay tuned.

Here are the parameters: I plan to write about 1,000 words a day about how my life has changed since March, roughly eight months ago when a pandemic was declared, though I have learned that the plans for the sickness started long before a lot of people realized them. Does Agenda 21 for starters ring any bells?

It doesn’t matter if I’m in mid-thought. I will continue with said thought in the next entry. Be aware that this is a free form of writing, and doesn’t follow any traditional format. In fact, I’ll probably be mixing forms – essay, commentary, poetry, and whatever else we learned in English, composition, theme writing and research classes.

Some of what I will say will not be fully fleshed out, but that what I put out to the world is my truth. Regarding anything that might be shared or common information, I will hold myself to the standard of cross-referencing at least three sources. If I cannot verify bits of information, I’ll make a note that it is my opinion, and my opinion alone, but that should be understood given this platform. This is a blog, after all. I suggest you do the same when it comes to forming your own conclusions, especially on important matters which might affect, at large, the general public. I’ll add here before I forget, that no person, sovereign being, is above another person. We are equal in the eyes of God, and we are living God’s plan. I will refer to God as Creator and Source at times throughout my entries. So, try not to get confused. As I said before, take it or leave it. If this is triggering for you, I suggest leaving it, going for a walk… whatever it takes to find peace within yourself. It does not affect me.

How am I qualified? I am trained in journalism, and worked as a professional editor and copy editor for several newspapers. The names of them are not important. I was also a licensed high school English teacher, but gave it up because it did not pay the bills. I also worked as a public affairs specialist mostly for the federal government. So, suffice it to say, I am well-versed in the fields of media and communication. As clunky as English may seem, I am an expert at using it. Am I the end-all be-all to this language? A few journalism awards, but not the Pulitzer. Well, enough on my resume. I invite questions. Sharing our ideas is how we will build a better world.

How did I come up with this idea? Well, let’s just say I’m not too impressed with the way the information flow is going these days. I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat last night (October 29) genuinely worried, but then I sat up in bed, stared into the mirror across the room, seeing what really mattered, and decided that the way to keep my sanity was to as some writers may say, have a dialogue with myself. I’ll put it bluntly, there aren’t too many people who want to hear my views on the sickness. I will give a laundry list of thoughts as they pertain to it, but let me be clear and preface what I’m about to say as a line of critical thinking and a Socratic approach to the subject.

I do not believe in wearing a mask or social distancing. Arguably and obviously, masks do not help, especially when I see NFL football being played, and several people on the sideline are not wearing one, and they are standing next to one another. Plus, it says on the mask box when you purchase it, that it does not stop the sickness. Let’s also consider that the emphasis seems to be on number of cases, and not total number of deaths. There have been no patty wagons full of bodies. I have not seen a clear-cut story on the forensic trail. Plus, there IS a patent on the ‘Rona’ which means that it’s man-made. Why? If anyone can show me how the sickness spreads through the air, please send me the link(s) for sources. Has the actual source of the sickness been isolated? Has anyone taken into account the similarities of symptoms with other common illnesses such as the flu, and differentiated between them? Is that why so-called cases have risen? Are the numbers accurate? Does anyone know the full long-term affect of the flu shots that have been given over time. For me? More than a decade worth of being poked because I had served in the Army for nearly 25 years.

And did you know that God made you fully equipped to manage any illness or injury? It is my belief that you can talk yourself into being sick or healthy. I started to believe my body was deteriorating until I started a regular Yoga practice. Certain injuries which I thought to be permanent, faded. Modern medicine will mainly treat the symptom, not the cause of a sickness or injury. Personal experience here, too. Meditation mixed with prayer and searching my heart for answers has helped a great deal with anxiety and depression. Without getting into too much detail, I have suicidal tendencies, and I work actively and daily to pre-empt them.

I could go on with my doubts about what so-called medicine is telling us through the mainstream media. I suggest YOU spend sometime asking more questions than taking the information for granted. You are your best source, if you want to be. That means doing the work. Yes, get in your car, go to the library; visit the local hospital; call a virologist; hunt down some autopsies; and ask how many rights violations have occurred (not just in the United States, but around the world). Then ask, why? Why is this happening. Large, but important task list. Yeah, I know you have things to do in your busy and sometimes chaotic life.

Remember, I am not claiming to have the answers, nor is anyone else going to be riding out on a white horse, claiming to be your personal savior. And you can forget anyone we elect to the presidency. Government is not your savior. My remedy to a lot of things? Self-sufficiency. But in the coming days, I ask you to really think about a few things: Does it seem right, even to float the idea of mandatory tests and vaccines? And more so, what makes it OK to inject a needle filled with a somewhat mysterious concoction, or a computer chip into someone’s body, involuntarily? Think my friends. Think.

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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