I was lucky the other day as the sun was shining brightly in late afternoon and the rain clouds haven’t arrived yet. I had to snatch the moment for some cycling exercise by the river. Since the start of the rainy season, I would be happy with the chance of cycling twice a week. Last week I could go cycling only one evening as the rain just kept pouring down making the road very muddy and slippery. I still couldn’t find the time to clean up my bicycle; it had orange dust from the dirt road on the wheels.
As soon as I sat on the saddle, I felt a rush of free spirit soaring into the sky. This bicycle is quite light and fast, so the speed of this bicycle made me felt like sitting on a flying carpet. I hardly went on my evening walk as in the past year. Though the walking experience was much calmer and more reflective, the flying bicycle gave me a sense of pioneering adventurer on a new expedition.
With this bicycle I could cover longer distance in very short time and see places I could never reach during my evening walks. When I needed to be completely quiet and do some deep reflections, I would choose to walk slowly along the river. I loved cycling since I was five years old. We had a red bicycle to share among three siblings, so we had to take turn for cycling in our neighbourhood. Lots of kids were competing who would be the fastest and most daring in taking the sharp corners in the narrow lanes.
So, bicycles have become a symbol of freedom and liberty to me as a child. I could explore far away neighbourhood near Chinatown without telling my parents. They thought I was cycling around the house. I almost got lost and couldn’t find my way home as I impulsively followed my inner voice. There’s something pushing me towards an old house right by the Chao Phraya River. I saw a gang of rich kids playing on the lawn. I felt I should be in that house but I had to leave that place as an adult came to the gate to see why I was there staring at those children. I never went back to that house again.
My inner voice had led me to this neighbourhood by the river right on the border with Laos. An elderly English psychic told me that they had been waiting for me for a long time. I knew I felt at home and very calm when I first walked around the land. I had no concerns for poisonous snakes or fierce local spirits. The view I saw among tall weeds and wild grasses just reminded me of my dream several years ago. I was standing in the middle of tall grasses looking towards the river. That place used to be my home in my past life. So, many things led me to the countryside and I had to learn to handle bicycles once again.
Within a short time, I got to know this temperamental bicycle much better. I wasn’t used to very fast bicycle with 21 gears. Eventually we became good friends and we liked to watch sunsets by the river together. Sometimes I heard the bicycle telling me to slow down and walk along the river quietly. My bicycle has a personality of its own and I had to learn to listen to my silent friend.
Some Thai people would offer jasmine garlands to the spirits who looked after their cars and boats. But I haven’t seen anyone offering garland to a bicycle yet! It might be because bicycle is so small and there’s no space for hanging a garland. I liked to cycle alone so I had no one to talk to except my bicycle. It suited me very well that my bicycle also liked to be with nature and loved sunsets. I guessed I should clean up the reddish brown dusts or stains on my bicycle soon. Last week I bought a soft brush for this purpose hoping the bicycle would be pleased.
I still need some time to start exploring the north side of the riverfront which had a short cut towards the market in town. That would take a few hours and I needed a rack and a lock for my bicycle. I am a bit paranoid about thief as the bicycle was an expensive gift from an old friend. It’s rather sad that we had to part ways last year. I just hoped that her health condition would not deteriorate any further. I was too angry and upset with her reckless indulgence which affected her own health. She thanked me for saving her life by giving me an expensive bicycle.
Although we could detox all the graphene oxide from her body, the spike proteins had crossed the blood-brain barrier into her brain. She felt guilty for not keeping her words and went to see her doctor friend for the jab. It took her almost five months to confess that she took the poisonous jab. She was having weird symptoms so I sent her to see my acquaintances who were top homeopathy healers. These were bright medical doctors who learned alternative medicine. But they didn’t have relevant information on the harmful ingredients of those vaxx jabs. I had to send them all relevant papers and information on the matter.
My friend couldn’t communicate what was happening to her body precisely as she began to have depression and anxiety. I had to give her lots of support and supplements including ivermectin. The ringing and echo sounds in her ears had subsided. But one day she couldn’t walk as her left leg was swollen and hardened one morning. The doctor couldn’t tell her what’s was wrong. I knew straightaway what to do, so I gave her two big bottles of diluted fluid. Within three days, all the blood clots in her leg were gone and she felt very relieved to be able to walk and drive her car again.
She became complacent and didn’t take the supplements everyday. The ringing in her ear came back and she found she was completely deaf in one ear. The new echo sound in her skull alarmed her and she found that the hearing in her right ear became much weaker. I did warn her to follow my instructions for the whole month; but she wasted precious time and thought doctors could always cure her illness. I was so mad by her attitude and complacency that I told her everything I knew about her symptoms and likely outcome in one year. I told her not to expect me to be changing her clothes or washing her when she became bed ridden and forgetful. I told her to plan for her own funeral and get all the properties and money in good order. I even told her to train someone she could trust to look after her when her memory was all gone. A few days later, she didn’t want to talk to me again! That’s understandable really, I was too blunt and ruthless with the facts.
So, I often reflected on this episode of my life when I tried so hard to save my friend’s life (when I went cycling by the river). She’s a kind person with muddle way of thinking. Being from a wealthy family and spoiled from a young age, she was used to solving problems with money. But money or expensive drugs couldn’t save her hearing. She was drifting in her old age and loneliness; she had no strong passion or goal in her life. I felt sad and sorry for her that she couldn’t reach the star in her prime.
Rich people thought they could get something better than what they presently had. So, my friend took things for granted too much. The weakness of her character was that she wasn’t spiritual enough to find solace or truth in her life. Her life was a series of materialistic gratifications and fulfillments of desires which money can offer. So, her feelings about truth, beauty, life were rather flippant to me. I thought that was probably the effect of the vaxx on neurological conditions. She couldn’t bother to remember meeting times or appointments. She would just let me wait for an hour or more at the coffee shops, she never said she was sorry for being very late.
My conclusion was that her brain has deteriorated so much that I shouldn’t expect her to be a normal person with fully functioning brain. She drove her car without being fully conscious of her body. She hit a motorcycle on her way to the coffee shop. Luckily the driver was a strong big bike rider, so she could get up and follow my friend all the way to the car park. My friend called me up to ask for some advice; she was an hour late so she’s driving very fast. She wasn’t aware that her car had swerved and hit a bike.
I had to talk to the angry rider about my friend’s failing health conditions and that her brain wasn’t functioning properly. After almost an hour of negotiation, she accepted the compensation I suggested so she could have the bike repaired at the garage. My friend was in no conditions for a cool headed conversation. I could foresee what would likely happen after she went for the jab. So, I was reminding her every week about those articles on dangerous mRna vaxx. She promised me every time but in the end she walked towards the dark reaper. I knew it wouldn’t end well. A monk reminded me that I couldn’t change other people’s karmic consequences. So, I had to learn to let go, very hard thing to do as I already lost my close friend after her two jabs. I was very sad that I couldn’t do anything to lengthen her life span or to detox her body.
I asked Mother Nature and the river what I should do in those situations. I knew what would happen but I had no ways or power to change them as I would have wished. They reminded me to be mindful of my situation and do the best that I could to live a simple and spiritual way of life. An enlightened person’s vibes are so powerful that the whole universe would be affected. A revolutionary change in a person’ mind or consciousness such as enlightenment would vibrate strong frequencies which would resonate in other people’s minds and consequently brought about changesm . So, I would continue with my basic practice of praying and meditation as often as possible.
Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.
Stay strong and cheerful.
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