Do you remember where you were when you had your last normal day? Before. Before everyday since then? Your last truly normal day? I know you remember where you were when the Twin Towers fell. I know that was horrific. It changed a lot of things and not for the better in most cases. But, life, for most of us got back to normal. Our lives happened and we lived. We lived without second thoughts about every little thing. Until it happened. And they have not let it leave our heads for one second. The people that caused it have kept it in our face for the last TWO AND A HALF YEARS.
They stole our time. They stole our time with a plandemic from which there is no escape. We can never recover our lost moments. They took the whole world from us. There is not even a global escape from what has infiltrated our very existence. The noise is so loud and it will not stop. What once was common is now cause for a disconnection. A disconnect between friends, family and community. A disconnection from morality and God. It has turned a once hard working populace into people who are unable to reason. A population who has turned away from the Creator and turned instead to a so called cure. Fear has invaded and the result is a paralyzed semblance of mankind. Where is the blood of freedom that should be coursing through all of our bodies? It has been replaced by an unholy alliance with fear.
Think back to your last normal day. Mine was in January of 2020. I was alone. I had no idea that every decision I made from that day forward would be tainted with a giant black cloud of something so unseen. I should have enjoyed that last normal day more, then maybe I would be able to remember it better. Or remember it at all.
And…now I find myself wondering if today is my last normal day. At least now I know it is coming. I am ready. If this plandemic has taught me anything, it is to enjoy each little thing as it happens because there might not be a next time.
When I kiss my husband goodbye, it could be the last I feel of his touch. When my daughter hugs me goodbye and says “I love you mama” I know it could be the last time. Every moment could be a last memory and nothing compares to that knowledge. That might just be the secret to outliving all the naysayers and portents of gloom. The knowledge that we are ALL finite and have to end at some point. So, time to embrace all the little things taken for granted, all your normal days. Bank them. There is a reason it is called a memory bank.
All those souls, taken away by Nazi’s during WW 2, had a last normal day. Just like you. Just like me. They thought there would be a tomorrow. Well, we are not assured a tomorrow. What gives us the right and privilege to have a last normal day and know it? To my way of thinking we need to live each day as if tomorrow might not be as we thought. Stop depending upon tomorrow to be just like today, because we all know, at some point, it might change and it might end. This may just be our last normal day. What are you going to do with it? Do you know where you will happen tomorrow? And after that? Are you limiting your essence to this human body? Or are you taking the time to live outside of who you think you are and realize there is more to you than just your wrinkly old self? I dare not limit myself with the pompous thought that what I see is all there is. We all extend beyond this mortal body. But, the big question everyone needs to answer is this; where are you going to end up? After your last normal day?