Heaven is Socially Distant

Social Isolation? – I CALL IT SOLITUDE!

Our culture is currently defines our necessary pandemic behavior as social distancing. However, I call it solitude and I hope that it never ends. The golden silence of blissful solitude has always appealed to me. Sometimes, hell is other people.

i call it solitude
Sunrise at Baroka Lookout in the Grampians National Park in Victoria, Australia

Death is just natural flow to me now

Now that my body is blissfully falling apart I can merge into the infinite in peace and quiet. I have this intuition that my soul is very old and that it just needs to be quieted down and healed. The pandemic is perfect for me. My peaceful little community will probably locked down until the end of year 2020 and that is fine with me. Thank you for this heaven God.

i call it solitude

Thank you to my front line

Thank you to the front line people who are saving my elderly life. My health has been compromised by an auto immune disorder and I would be dead if I was not in my independent living facility.

i call it solitude
Thank you to my independent living community

If this pandemic had of happened one year ago when I was living in an apartment in West Covina I would have died of a heart attack by now.

Thank you to each and every one of my hardworking front line food servers, cooks, chefs, nursing, information technology, housekeeping, maintenance and administration people. Thank you to the masterful driver who delivers my decrepit carcass to my medical appointments. I love you all but my tongue is becoming deformed from mysathenia gravis and I can no longer speak with ease. The tip of my tongue is numb and no longer nimble. It is like I have a form of Tourette Syndrome.

My pain has been reduced

Covid-19 has brought about a miracle of healing in my life. The intense neuromuscular pain in my right arm ceased a few days ago. Now my pain is manageable. Since it has only been a few days since this healing, I have been reluctant to put it down in writing for fear of causing the pain to return. However, now I hypothesize that it was deleting many pages of inflammatory material on this blog that may have caused the inflammation in my body to cease.

i call it solitude

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.