Translated by Sue Moore. All my gratitude to her and to Patrizia Cegna for her reading

12 March 2057.

Today I went to see my Great Grandmother. There was a big party because her dear friend was turning 100. She and Great Grandma live in the countryside in a very beautiful place, magical I’d say, with some other centenarians like them and some families who arrived little by little over the course of thirty years.

As always, in these parties, there are stories of times gone by. My Great Grandma describes how a long time ago, a very long time ago when my Mother hadn’t even been born, there was a period in which a virus raged, an incredibly strong virus. It was called Corona Virus. It hadn’t caused that many deaths in reality (more people died from wars and other diseases at that time) but it was so contagious and not easy to eradicate that all the governments in the world had to take serious measures to prevent the spread of the epidemic.

Great Grandma describes how they had to stay at home for many days, almost all the shops were closed but, fortunately, they were guaranteed basic services, food and ‘medicines’.  Yes, at that time, there were medicines, a kind of small pill, almost always white and bitter, that people took continuously for any little bug. It seems that at the time, people were always rushing, with so many things to do, and that, little by little, this way of living had limited their ability to breathe and be happy. This was true particularly for people living in certain places, called cities or metropolises, which were full of cars, factories and buildings, where there were almost no trees and the air was dirty and unbreathable. So human beings often fell ill and took medicines to quickly have the feeling of being better. They had forgotten that silence, art, fasting, herbs and above all rest, are the best cure. I don’t quite understand why, but it seems that they couldn’t stop and they took these tablets to be able to continue to work all the time, and no matter how.

However, when Coronavirus arrived, they had to stop. ALL OF THEM. Immediately. Almost from one day to the next. They had to stay at home, without being able to hug, kiss or make love to each other. Those rare times that they went out for undelayable matters such as grocery shopping, one person per family, they had to keep a safe distance and greet each other from afar.

It seems that at the time, there was an outdated form of communication, that they called ‘social’. A virtual place where they could pool and exchange ideas, photos, talents, projects. Great Grandma says that these ‘socials’ were a great help. Everyone made their abilities and talents available to others. Some offered yoga lessons, some met in a virtual room to dance together, some read stories to children who were at home (schools were closed too), some taught others to make homemade bread – at that time people bought everything ready made because it seemed that there wasn’t time for this type of thing (I haven’t yet understood what they had to do that was so important that they were unable to cook for themselves the food they ate). Between these ‘socials’, the artists started to give free concerts from their houses, some even gave lessons in guitar or other instruments. It had become a race in solidarity. Great Grandma starts to well up when she describes the kinship, equality and beauty of those exchanges. 

But the thing that moves Great Grandmother and her centenarian friends the most is that that sudden stop compelled everyone to look inside themselves, and return to harmony with their own essence, with Mother Earth, with the cycles of life, with the Universe, with a broader and more spiritual vision of existence. That harmony, that simplicity, that slowness that they, and many others like them, had desired, prayed for and been trying to experience for a long time, was finally becoming reality.

Human beings were returning little by little to listen to their heart beat, to breathe from their hearts, to lower the volume of their small mind that could so easily allow itself be embraced by the heart and together, heart and mind, reawakened the infinite makings of human beings. Like a personal and universal magic wand, heart and mind of each and everyone together started a profound transformation of life on Planet Earth. Everyone understood and experienced being a unique and precious part of the Whole, recovered a sense of sacred in Life, recognised the Beauty and Abundance of Mother Nature and of each living Being. Gratitude, care, love, harmony, joy, compassion, kindness and patience filled each thought, each action, each new project, each particle of air, water, earth and fire.

It was then that they started to make the first attempts of what at that time was called telepathy.

Oh yes. It will seem strange to you but in 2020 almost no-one knew telepathy. Human beings spoke out loud or wrote on the famous socials. They didn’t always say what they had in their heart. They talked amongst humans, but they didn’t know how to communicate with animals (apart from maybe their own pet) and least of all with plants. They believed they were superior, the owners of the world, but they didn’t even know how to be in contact with each other and even less with other beings on the planet. I really don’t know how they managed!

Great Grandma and her centenarians say that it was hard. The change was unexpected and radical. They say that everyone, each independently and all together, made sacrifices, that is made each gesture sacred, unearthed and activated even the smallest ounce of their interior resources, found Faith and Trust in themselves again, in their Light, in the Universe. A more heartfelt and deeper sense of Union spread over the whole Earth. And since then, life has continued in its new authentic, sacred and eternal flow. 

How I love this story.  At the end of the tale, I hugged Great Grandma, her friend and the other centenarians of the village really tight. I thanked them from the bottom of my heart for their courage and their strength, for succeeding in guiding Humanity out of the deepest and darkest ford of its history.

At the end, Great Grandma danced. She said that there had been an great dancer in her time (I think she was called Pina Bausch) who said ‘Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost’ and that this is valid in all times, difficult times and lighter ones.

We’re still dancing. Do you want to join us?

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NOTE. You can read the rest of the tale  here:

THE CORONA VIRUS NARRATED BY OUR GREAT GRANDCHILDREN – end of quarantine

THE CORONA VIRUS NARRATED BY OUR GREAT GRANDCHILDREN – Let’s keep each other company

THE CORONA VIRUS NARRATED BY OUR GREAT GRANDCHILDREN – Being with what is for as long as it takes

THE CORONA VIRUS NARRATED BY OUR GREAT GRANDCHILDREN – Heart and Brain together