Eve of Hard Lockdown in Manila

5th August 2021, Musings

 Thursday 5th of August 2021, a sultry humid night in Manila, eve of yet another tight lockdown.  ECQ, enhanced community quarantine, house arrest instead of the restrictions we have already become used to since lockdowns first started last 16 March 2020.  My children haven’t been allowed out in public spaces since March year before last; neither officially have senior citizens or pregnant women.  My oldest 12 yo daughter has simple wishes for a professional hair cut, and to choose and try new clothes that fit her growing frame; she hasn’t seen a friend of her own age in 17 months. My youngest, 9 years old, has a close friend, and mercifully seems mostly unaware of what she hasn’t experienced.   My heart aches for my children.  Despite my best efforts, they are now scared to go out in public without mask and shield… shielding us from contact with others.  Shielding us from  human contact.

Tonight I cry. Even as I do my mundane evening tasks: walk the dogs, clear up from dinner, drink a glass or 3 of wine, argue with my kids about the coming lockdowns, prepare for bed.  I am grateful that my children are still too young to understand the fight we are in. Still too young for me to involve them!   Though if this continues much longer they must become involved, must become aware, and I must be strong, brave and wise to guide them.  What an important challenge!

World War 3. The Globalists against Governments, Governments against their people. I studied history at school under a very good history teacher.  Ancient History, Chinese History, WW1, WW2.  I read and loved the romantic wartime novels; still do. It was romantic and dramatic and the hero won! Then again, I think they glossed over the details; forgot to mention the victims and their lives and losses. History favors the victor and does not record the other side.  Who will be the victor in this war? I hope I and my friends will be among the victors.  I hope my history teacher will be too, and he could see my blog.  I still remember.  I remember discussions about the underground and the resistance, never dreaming that I would ever live in a time when resistance and an underground would again be necessary, that I would be compelled to join. Vive la resistance! How exhilarating, how necessary! We must fight! We, who are awake, must join soon, in the fight for our very lives.  I am joining the resistance! Please join us too.

Be strong and brave my friends.  Question everything you see and hear!  Do not be swayed by the censors and the MSM… they care not for our lives or our future… their plans are alien to ours.  Find your path patriots, brave fellow humans… out of this rubble of our lives… the rubble that is still falling and hardly recognized, we must build something new, strong, and beautiful. We must build community. Do not go along with that you disagree with. There is actually great power in dissent.

 I want my children to wake to something better.  That better is still within my hands.  We can only realize this if we work together. Tipsy ramblings of a worried mum, but there is likely much truth in this rambling.  Join me, fellow humans!