Quarantine. Isolation. Places where you are checked physically by health professionals. I can only hear or see about this topic in places where transportation usually ports. Like the Airports, the Terminals, Ships Passenger Docks, Bus Stops, Checkpoints and Medical and Agricultural facilities. But of course, we can even make our own quarantine areas. The most basic is a place with clean running water, your lavatories, your kitchen sink, in your home toilet. It's where you wash away, bathe away, brush and drain away anything physically alien about yourself.
Spiritually, it's like the confessional. A booth inside a church where you supposedly pray and cleanse yourself of your unholy thoughts. In our own personal temples, mosques, churches. Where we kneel and worship to our own Gods.
And we were put into healing. And our shields will have to be called viruses in disguise. To force or remind us to stay put, pause and reflect. And in different circles, it had to be called sessions. Personal sessions, very private sessions to find serenity. Divine and harmonic proportions.
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