Christian Science, Covid, Covid-19, God, Health, Joy, Love, Panic, Peace, Science, Western Medicine
by Bill Watkins 5/11/2020
I picked up a weird virus a couple months ago. Something I had never felt before, a dramatic ache starting in the supermarket one day, then a strong three week fever. No cold symptoms, just the fever and a horrible headache, which seemed an exaggeration of the one I had before picking up the virus.
I get sick when I’m off-balanced in life, in this case I had been writing too much, eight days in a row without a break. When I write a lot, I rest a lot. If I rest too much, including the use of ice packs to my neck, I will develop a headache from too much pillow contact… That’s how I came into the supermarket that day, and I picked up an ugly bug.
I blame no one. Not the little girl I met on the bus to town, whose mom said she had diarrhea and was heading to the doctor’s. Not the people I greeted at the market, or anyone else on my bus… This was the beginning of the Covid-19 panic, and all the market employees were wearing masks, making me think I was searching for produce in a hospital emergency room.
There was fear of illness, my own headache and being off-balance, and there you go… I got the evil thing that was out there. Was it Covid-19? I’ll never know, because I don’t go to doctors or believe in Western medicine. I’m sober eighteen years, live in the mountains, know what is healthy for me and do it (most of the time). Doctors’ offices are overcrowded, over-air-conditioned and over-priced. No thanks. I fail to see the health there.
Drawing blood out of my body, where I always thought it would do the most good; giving me experimental drugs at a hint of depression; selling experimental science as if it were factual; compromising itself with politics, getting rich and those viper insurance companies hiking up already exorbitant prices! No thanks. I prefer the country, my faith in God, dabble in Christian Science—using the bible and prayer for a positive attitude and health.
But I did get sick! I get sick about every other year… I admit, this one was wild, stayed with me for a couple months off and on, just that fever ickiness washing over me every once in a while… Sickness! I got it because I was off-balanced and my immune system was down from its normal strength. Did I get it because someone “infected me?” Did I get it because I wasn’t wearing a mask? Did I get it because I was not practicing the blatantly un-Christian concept of “social distancing?” No. No. No. I reject all of those theories posing as facts for governments to use in their irresponsible, un-Christian, anti-spiritual, pro-Western medicine, shady legislating. Why shady? The U.S. Government (nor any other I know) has never even defined the word “health…” That’s a big deal when bills try to address “health”-care!
I like good science. X-rays are cool, for instance… Facts! I’m saddened by the Covid-19 Panic of 2020 for two reasons: 1. It’s bad spirituality on display and 2. it’s bad science as well. Yelling out a virus’ name, being scared of it, obsessing about it creates a false god. Religions which have cowered from the virus should be ashamed, re-read the Ten Commandments in the bible, and “Have no gods” before the One God! Yell out God’s name! Fear that!! Center thoughts on God, love and Faith, then…. “Where the heck did that silly virus go?” It goes away, like every other flu that’s ever hit a flu season!!
That’s what my strange virus did over time, like any other sickness I’ve ever felt. It went away… It was a hard struggle, horrible headaches, fever, aches, losing pizazz and my passion for life, not being able to write more than a couple paragraphs in three weeks! Bummers galore! I even cursed God out, I have to admit, more than once! Mostly because in the middle of my sickness the locals where I live in Mexico set off fireworks a stone’s throw from my house, the week of Saint Joseph, littering our peace with bombs. Went right to my temple, throbbing, shooting pain to go with the chest pain and twitches I always get around those stupid things.
Then the mosquitoes came… Just when I’m getting some sleep to bash that virus out, the buzz at my ear, and I’d have to hunt down the buggers for an hour! Calamity! Injustice! Why’d you make this horrible crap, God!?!? I was ticked. And sick… Near suicidal, flashing thoughts of self-harm… But… little by little… I apologized to God, that saint’s week of dumb fireworks passed, the mosquitoes gave me a break.
In 12-Step groups, I used to hear the expression, “God never gives us more than we can handle.” I think there’s something there. I was brought to the brink, but I had enough faith, positive thinking through my Christian Science training, and patience to gut it out and win.