Which has travelled from regions towards which
I am advancing…
(Mary Shelley, Frankstein)
It was early December. It had snowed between 3:00 and 5:00pm. At 3:30pm it was
already dark.
I had left the gym, I had taken the bus 41. In front of the gym, there was
a stotelė, a bus stop. I got off at Aguonų stotelė and walked
along Kauno gatvę until I reached the intersection with Šopeno gatvė. It
was snowing so hard that I needed a shelter. I thought of a café not far away
from where I was.
I was wrapped in a long coat and scarf because of the temperature and kept
alerted my attention on where I had to put the feet along the sidewalk. The ice
was insidious. It was easy to slip and end up lying on the ground, with the
risk of breaking a leg or an arm. I was so absorbed in this exercise that I
didn’t register the sounds of the darkening city around me. The whirring of the
electric trolleybus running on the overhead wires, the cracking of ice under
the tires of the cars, the bitterness of diesel fumes, the frozen gusts of a
polar wind blowing against my face
When I entered the Café s h e was sitting
close to the window. I darted her a glance and she smiled at
me.
Maybe I was a hopeless romantic but many times I had imagined a scene like
that. A smile and an unconditional attraction. Rupture and awe, as if I were in
front of an alien creature, who came out of a cloud that had hidden her before
my eyes for a very long time.
The microchip implanted in my front started buzzing.
God created the first light, a cold light. A light that could be looked at
without being blinded. Then He packed it as if it were a preserve and brought
it into our world. “Let there be light,” and there was light. Then God said,
“Let us make woman, and there was the woman”
I didn’t remember where I had read those words, but I had read them somewhere.
Those words could not get out of my mind, so spontaneously. Sometimes things
can happen you cannot explain or cannot find a reason even though a reason
there must lay in them.
Especially after thinking the same thought for a long time, for long days, weeks,
and months, it can really happen what you have just had in your thoughts.
But that was before. Prior to the plague. Many centuries ago. So far seemed
that bygone existence. Now the existence of humanity was on the verge of
extinction and was spinning down to the bottomless end of a black hole.
Your parents died well. They cannot complain, they ended well. They had money,
a lot of badanti taking care of them, plus you and your brother. They
had all. Don't be sad. You did all you could.
She stared at me, through her half-closed eyes.
She paused. I breathed.
Here in Lithuania - she went on - they could be considered rich people. Many
elderly in Lithuania struggle with poverty, solitude and depression...that was
not the case with your parents.
But they had saved the money and they deserved it - I replied.
Of course - she said - of course...I didn't mean that they didn't deserve it. I
wanted to say that they had a good end, nothing more, don’t feel guilty if you
decided to leave them and to move to Lithuania. But remember, here the elderly
rarely have the same chances your parents had in Italy...
At those words, I became thoughtful and replied: You know it must be true, it must be true that there
must be inequality between a dominant class and an under-their-rule-class from
the very beginning...something genetically established from the very
beginning...a superior class against an inferior class. How can you explain
otherwise this hatred, this indifference to the sufferance of people? People
are poor, they die for wars they don't want, governments that don't represent
the interests of people but the interest of the corporations, the dominant
class...how is this possible?... Do I bore you?
No! Why do you ask?
I had the impression I was boring you.
You know that I have always wanted to have a professor in my life. She laughed.
Good. I smiled. Therefore, it must be true that at the beginning of our species
another species there is, a species that comes from the space. A reptilian
species, maybe, as David Icke maintains. I don’t know, but I am sure a dominant
class engineered our species.
She fell silent.
I fell silent.
Listen, she said, it is raining like in the summer.
The window was open, the rain falling was heard.
What strange winter that winter. A prolonged autumn-without-end was
accompanying the sound of the rain outside, beyond the opened window we were
staring at.
What is beyond that window, beyond that rain? She levelly asked me.
Fear. I responded.
What for? she
answered.
For life. The life that could have been, but it is not. It has been designed a
life that from the beginning runs between hatred and hope, the hope to be redeemed.
And this is the most absurd thing we experience every day. We have been created
as a resource for the elites, you know, this is the truth, but we aspire to
something greater. Inside us there are the genes of our creators. I watched
her. I realized she was confused. She was in a state of cognitive dissonance.
Let's take into account what is happening beyond that window. Can you believe
that this is a pandemic?
Isn't it? She interposed.
There are many reasons to doubt it. Too many. The virus is not so lethal. No
more than normal influenza. It kills the elderly, mostly.
Why? She asked.
We are too many in this world. We have to eliminate the "useless
eaters" as somebody called the elderly. So it is designed.
But designed by whom?.
I don't know. By somebody who designed it in a lab. Whose plans are not clear.
Maybe the Global Cult of the vaccine. The propaganda they did has been a
masterpiece. People are now scared, in panic. They looted supermarkets. Every
day media talks about the virus, hours and hours...people are in a panic.
There are a lot of electromagnetic waves, out there...
She surprised me with that observation.
What are you talking about? I asked.
The human frequency, the human energy, I understand, can be manipulated using a
virus, which is a different energy, to disturb the electric field of humanity.
To create disharmony in our existences.
Oh! I said. You can put in that way if you want. I didn't think like you think.
But why not? Maybe you are cleverer than me. Maybe you are right.
Again we stared at the window, a frail glass partition, that prevented us to be
part of the horror living out there. Whatever was happening beyond that
partition was still far from our lives. We felt uselessly safe, though.
Protected, nevertheless.
And we were still calm, without panicking.
The world has so changed, it is different from when I was a kid. Almost
unrecognizable.
She closed the eyes, like dead.
Our love had started a few weeks before the plague outbreak in that Coffee
shop. And the outbreak had revealed the real face of the world, bringing us
closer than we could imagine. A new order, without humanity and gods, was going
to be installed. Where the man and cattle were at the same level. A world
without borders and states. Where the center was giving impulse to the
periphery and the control was total.
I believed everything would have processed more slowly. But it was not so.
There had been a violent surge. And it happened in one day. A few days before
the situation was calm. Lithuanians had celebrated the Kaziuko Mugė and
the Lietuvos nepriklausomybės atkūrimo diena.
It was hard to foresee such a change. But the tsunami was
coming.
That afternoon the Lithuanian prime minister declared the lockdown, the day
after the streets were deserted. People full of terror stayed at home.
The tsunami was closer. Very close. One could almost perceive the
roaring.
“Any virus is born from the conjunctions of Rahu or Ketu (the invisible planets
that denote the points of intersection of the paths of the sun and moon). Due
to the combination of Guru (Jupiter) and Ketu, the plague intensifies.” Was
saying a famous Indian astrologer in a YouTube video
He pointed to the planetary positions for the spread of the plague from China
to the rest of the world. “But fortunately, on March 30, Guru is leaving Ketu’s
alliance and entering Capricorn. That means after March 30, we will all be free
from the effects of the plague. This will start from 2.58pm on March 24
itself.”
At night the
streets were invaded by rats that came out of the sewers. Experts began to
"crawl" on TV to reassure everyone and say that rats simply had
nothing to eat, and they climbed up from the sewers. But probably that wasn’t
the real reason.
At daylight, big flocks of crows invaded the public gardens and squares of
Vilnius.
And an asteroid with a diameter between 1.1 and 2.5 miles was approaching earth
by the end of April.
NASA scientists stated it could end civilization, beyond any doubts.
There was a deep sense of death that was chocking and freezing around. The plague was around even though it was unseen to us. You could sense the smell.
We decided that
was time to escape the plague-ridden Vilnius and find shelter and safety in a
little wooden house near Utena. There was a tiny lake there. A lot of green to
walk around the lake. We had a fireplace in the living room, just in front of
an old sofa. A little kitchen, where to cook, immediately after the entrance.
The bedroom was upstairs, under the roof, and it was illuminated through a big window,
from which we could look upon than the desolate fears of our soul. We
safely stayed in that little wooden house waiting for March 24. In pain every
hope gives hope.
In those
days I was constantly
trying to guess the words that were coming to the surface of her body,
of her smooth flesh, from the unknown depths of the world around us,
from the cataclysm around us. Her body spoke words of truth, of her resilience
to the plague’s disasters.
Empires have fallen because of plagues. The Antonine plague, the plague of
Cyprian weakened the Roman Empire.
A new plague was weakening the global system now and again.
So spoke her body to me, so were her words to me, which I caught
in her existence close to mine.
She was teaching me the language of flesh, the language of the earth and
that of the universe. She had the same sky in the eyes that once shone
above us. The same deep blue sky had penetrated her eyes, which now
vaunted the pathos coming from the Unmoved Doer. Those eyes participated in the
tragedy of the entire universe we lived in.
But they seemed to simply look at the sky. They give the impression they were
expecting the sun prodigally pouring down the sunlight, on us, like a blessing.
We were in the
garden sitting on a bench in front of the tiny lake when a slight breeze
stirred around us. I had the buzz of a hallucination.
I sensed death in the air, and I was asking myself whether I played fitly the
comedy of life.
I always think about death, I dream of death. I said to her.
I have the impression that you want to leave this world. That you no longer
want to live. But don't you think about me? What will I do without you?
She whispered resting her head on my shoulder. I saw tears coming from her
eyes
Strange days those days. Eerie hums were coming down from the sky. Low level,
low-frequency hums. Nobody knew the reason. It caused sleepless, nausea, made
people nervous, anxious, depressed. That was a phenomenon all over the world.
Popping up across the globe.
The end of the black hole was still far. In many parts of the world, the same
script was played.
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