An Almost Daily Journal
by Bianca Smith

Monday, February 9, 2009

The Zombie

I haven't written here in a while. I've been writing lately, but nothing I've wanted to post.

The last couple days have been spooky! I caught a flu virus that I've been referring to as "The Zombie", which I think is an appropriate term. I'm calling it the Zombie, because I felt like one of those monsters from "I am Legend", or "28 Days Later". It did seem like one of those movies... first a sickness floats around town and everyone falls sick at the same time. Then everyone, at the same time is sick in bed. (Which is what it's seemed like latley) And then from bed, the sickness turns to a sweaty coma and you begin to breath heavily, while cocooning into some other-worldly metamorphosis. Muuhahahaha!!

Last time I was this sick, it was much the same.. but worse, come to think of it. It was this time last year, and like a zombie I dragged my decaying body into the doctor's office with a temperature of 104. Instead of sitting with the other zombies in the waiting room, I chose to sit outside in the hallway, or rather.. lay down. I didn't care. I sprawled out in the hallway at the medical center, on the carpet floor. I heard the echoes of people walking by me, but didn't have the energy enough to sit up, much less in a chair in the waiting room. When I got in, my Doctor took one look at me and said, "We've gotta give her a shot." It was a penicillin shot...

Her assistant left the room, and came back with a big ol' needle and they told me to stand up and turn around. The assistant nipped me in the butt cheek with it. I heard the Doctor start to say something to the effect of, "You might feel a little dizzy...." But those words were just echoes in my head that turned into some kind of hour long dream which in actuallity spanned the period of about 15 seconds. I woke up on the table a moment later unable to see. My body shot up in tempature, and I began to sweat, and turn and twist, and my eyes rolled back into my head. My veins felt flushed with poison.

Then it went away. When I came-to, I was spinning and everyone in the room was standing over me worried. The more the dizziness went away, the better I felt. Later that night, the Zombie was gone. The next day I felt like a brand new Bianca. I'm not sure if I'd ever agree to having another penicillin shot. I told my Dad about it, and he was pissed. "People die from those Bianca! Why'd you get a penicillin shot? Don't you know how dangerous they are?" Well I didn't know, but now I do.

Anyway, that was last year, and I must say - this year's flu wasn't nearly as bad as last year's. Actually, on Friday, when it was worst, I actually drove myself to the doctor and rear-ended someone on the way there! I was that out-of-it. Of course, the lady's car I hit wasn't all that bad, but she still wanted take down my info..

I've been rear-ended on more than one occasions, and waved the person off to go free. Probably three times. If the damage isn't that bad, then there's no sense in making both of our lives more complicated, right? I suppose not everyone has the same idea.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

"We were told that there was a great smallpox epidemic coming to the land and all the children must be vaccinated. My grandfather used to say that the white man’s vaccination makes you blind and if you are to look after the cattle you must not go to the trading store to get your vaccination. Inspectors used to come and check each child for signs of vaccination. Our grandmother used to give us great pain in order to save our spiritual eyes. Grains of maize would be heated up and pushed against the skin of the child, and so when the schools inspectors came he saw the blisters and assumed the child had been vaccinated…and I noticed that school children in mission schools who had been vaccinated for smallpox or measles could not see spiritual entities at all. A flying saucer would fly through the sky at great speed and be seen by many men & women but the children who had been vaccinated would see nothing and I noticed this hundreds of times."—Credo Mutwa

Bianca Smith said...

Wow. What is that from?

It's a shame what our government has done to the Native Americans... While we're afraid they're shooting us up with nano-sized radio frequency transmitters, and slow killing viruses, or what have you - they've been doing these things to the Native Americans for over 400 years now.

I think the Native cultures are far more evolved than us in ways we haven't even realized yet. Being spiritually wise I think, is one of the last steps on the human evolutionary path; and we're far behind as a society, being one that is in denial of the existence of the other-realms. We've only begun to consider it as soon as science has started to theorize other realities existing outside our own.

Then, we see a culture like the Native Americans who've remained undisturbed for thousands of years and think, "Wow these people are so uncivilized, they're living in huts and hunting animals like they're still in the stone age" and yet these people have the ability to communicate directly with the earth and sky, and know the spirit of each and every plant, and their philosophies are far more profound than we're exposed to, even by some of our most note-worthy scholars.

What we learned through peace movement of the 60’s, was a jump-start due to the induction of psychedelics, and the suddenly “hip” migration of Eastern philosophies. But the Native cultures had been seeing life from this angle all along!

Anonymous said...

You can find a bunch of videos of him on Youtube.

It seems like we are less at peace with nature everyday. I wonder how much of our spiritual wisdom is lost forever like an extinct language. I was just watching that scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey where the apeman picks up a bone and realizes he can use it to kill. Throughout history moments like that have forever changed our spirituality. It is interesting to see so much of it happening during our lifetime. I guess its all just part of of the evolutionary cycle and we will continue to yearn to rediscover our spiritual wisdom.