This is my tale about what happened and how and why my Japanese partner Yoshiko and I became Canadian injection-free refugees alive and well in the Time of Covid.
Pre-2021 Yoga bliss.
It begins with blissful ignorance. Blissful because we do a focused and diligent daily yoga practice that has calmed and vitalised our bodies, calmed our minds and centred our emotions. That practice has been strengthened by a low carb no processed sugar/food diet that has also super-charged our immune systems. And ignorant because we don’t watch, listen to or otherwise attend main stream news or social media news sources. No TV, no radio, no ‘news’ journals in our home.
2020 Everyone, PANIC!!!!!
Of course we were aware of the covid from indirect news sources, such as friends, co-workers, yoga-mates, etc. What I gleaned from their panic was that the panic was an artificial construct. It was clear to me that the media and government announcements were designed deliberately to create panic. And if that was true, it was a designed manipulation and not a real pandemic. Why do I write that? Because in the case of a real fire, we are calmly, firmly, emphatically and repeatedly told at every fire drill ‘Don’t panic.’ In the case of a real earthquake, we are calmly, firmly, emphatically and repeatedly told ‘Don’t panic.’ Etc. This time we are receiving the equivalent of hysterical screams from our scientific and political leaders underscored by ubiquitous screaming headlines ‘PANIC! WE ARE FACING THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!!!’ With these actions I knew that this was a manipulation and so refused to either panic or to be injected.
And since it was clearly a ‘controlled’ panic, the creators of it were doing it to benefit someone or something at the expense of those being panicked or herded into the directed action: ‘vaccination.’ (‘Vaccination’ is in quotation marks because I was later to learn that the injection is not a vaccination by either historical standards or definitions. More on that later.) Obvious beneficiaries were the drug companies and the corporate media with government advertising revenues going through the roof.
A created panic to make the rather untrustworthy pharmaceuticals more rich? A reasonable assessment, at the time. And since flu vaccines have a history of horrible and chronic failure, despite the medical and media pressure to get your annual flu shot, I asked myself ‘Why would this one work?’ And, again, the question of why create a panic?
Our bliss remained untroubled, although it was now salted with bemusement at the sheeplike behaviour of the people around us including, to my surprise, many who don’t normally trust news, government or big pharma.
Unemployment ends! I find employment in Yukon! With a smile, northward ho, we go.
We moved from Vancouver to Whitehorse, a 2950km trip, to get work. I had been let go in November 2019 and got hired in March 2020. We left late March, a few days after the lockdowns in Canada were announced. In fact, we were asked to leave a restaurant while perusing their menu because a health official called them and closed them down. We were the only people in it, at the time, so even though the risk was minimal we were asked to leave–after we ordered take out, which was allowed. We walked onto Main Street, the very middle of the 4 lane road at 2pm on a weekday in Vancouver to what was a movie-like deserted street: no cars and no people, not even dog walkers. A few days later, we saw the same in a downtown weekday Vancouver street.
That presaged our winter drive on deserted highways north, except for transport trucks, first east and north then west and north from BC into Yukon via Alberta. We were turned away from two motels on the way and had a BnB reservation cancel on us because of the fear of infection. We saw bison and re-heated our own organic vegetarian food that Yoshiko had prepared for us. After a covid health road block, a blown trailer tire and its change out, and a couple of minor adventures, we arrived to a deserted city around 9pm. It was a ghost town, except for intrepid dog walkers out in the -20C temperatures. We were directed, at the road block and by my new employer, to self-isolate for two weeks.
And while the people in the world around seemed to have lost their heads in media fear and propaganda, our bliss remained undisturbed with the continuation of our daily practice of yoga, breath and diet to keep us calm and centred in mind, body and emotions. In the end the quarantine strengthened our practiced and initiated us, kind of accidentally because of the isolation and free time, into a daily kundalini yoga practice, although we didn’t know it was kundalini yoga we were doing until a few months later.
We had arrived, strangers in a strange town that had become stranger in a strange land walking in a strange direction.