Hear My Eyes

It would appear, that against perhaps in accordance to season or ritual, a great wave of malignancy has overcome Singapore. In my preferred, simple terms, tons of people in Singapore are getting sick. In general, I daresay that I can feel the so-called miasma of illness permeating through this tiny island of ours. But despite the challenge, I can also sense hope, and love. At least 3 people I know, have got pneumonia. Gerard is down with chickenpox and series after series of people are getting a bad case of the general flu. It starts with a sore throat and the sniffles and ends with a cough that last for at least a week. Pretty bad shit..and I'd know, from first hand experience. Its horrid stuff to break into spasms of cough. Now I know we're all a educated, mature bunch of folk that live in a modern scientific world, but I sure as hell am not. I'm still a kid. Perhaps I hardly look like one, but I feel like one. And my mind sure is. And my mind wanders and imagines and creates faster than lightning. To me, all of this has become some sort of lurid tippy-toe adventure. Sorta like the Neverwinter Nights plague campaign, our city is being infested by an illness.

By relaxing our tight paradigmal view on life, we began to see again, through a childs eyes. A common alleyway which maybe see as just a rubbish dump to the unsuspecting adult, will be seen to a child as a secret entrance to the alchemists lair where the mentioned alchemist was brewing potions to try to cure the illness. Or maybe it might lead to a secret order of kungfu ninja ass-kicking monks whose job it was to protect our citizens against all manner of ethereal threats. I guess thats sorta like the way I think. Because a way too often, we look, but we never see. Our eyes glazed against the inner world. Sometimes when I look at a person, I just see a person. A physical form. But sometimes, if I'm lucky, I'll actually see the person. More than that even. Their history, their feelings, their dreams, their hopes, their fears all appear so plainly. And it really helps. I don't feel all that seperate from that person anymore. A stranger a second ago, but a close friend, even a brother or a sister now. A whole lot can be achieved by just letting a paradigm go. The way which I take to school everyday. Its just a path to school one day. The next second, its a secret passage through a sacred grove.
Back to the story of the sickness in Singapore. Well first I saw people falling sick. Me first. Then Zenia, then Clarine. Just to mention a few of course. Marc's dad, marc's friend. my tenant. sham, shams gf. gerard. All of the seemingly seperate events seemed to weave together into one continous story.

A story of perhaps how an evil force was trying to grip us in its reign of terror. Now mind you, this is not the Great Evils that controls all 'em evil folk. This fellow is a minion. He's maybe a steward or a knight, not really the king. He's trying to prove his worth to the Great Evils, so that he may gain their favour. Invisible and stealthy, he works his way threading his pathway of sickness and ill-health. But he is weak and as humans, we fight back. Our arsenal of medicines and potions and charms. Herbs of healing. Potions of Relief. Chants against evil. Prayers and supplications to our gods. when we fall ill, we visit the local shaman/medicine man, who after years of study, has at least a sufficient knowledge to heal us of our illness. He uses powders and potions manufactured through secret processes. Secret processes that were coaxed through magical study out of plants, gnomes, rocks, oceans, tiny tiny silent creatures called bacteria (who life among us but in secret and can only be seen through optical devices) and sometimes even resorting to hiring lifeless drones known as viruses. All put together and integrated to help us fight an enemy that might destroy us all if just given time.
Hahaha, I'd write more but I really really need to go and sleep....till next time.