Truth as simple as that

I remember receiving a letter from a bank stating that

I had to pay some money promptly; otherwise, I would face additional charges.

A week later, it happened that someone hacked into my bank account if you can call it that way.

That day, I wasn't as shocked about it.

However, there was more in the air than one could have imagined.

I had just been accepted for a new job and was in the midst of another job application so that

I could choose from job offers that truly met my needs.

Most importantly,

I cared about the conditions of the job, especially after the last one where the abuse was unimaginable, causing me to quit after only two weeks.

This time, I was searching for something that would bring progress, joy, and connection with others, along with a sense of healing transmission, even though

I didn't explicitly mention it.

I've always practiced it whenever possible because I believe it's necessary.

During those days, I felt both great and horrible.

I vividly remember the first time I vomited, which hadn't happened since I started doing qigong means years.

Despite my travels, exposure to different foods, countries, and emotions,

I had never experienced it until now.

I realized that stress, a virus, and something even worse was affecting me, but the fear and stress of others weighed heavily on me.

The next day, there was no way to escape; the war had started for real, and it felt more than impossible that it would end.

I had never felt such despair due to the sheer number of people dying.

I watched it unfold on the screen, crying and then going outside, crying as Ukrainian people arrived.

The children were in dire need of comfort; parents were likely unable to explain the situation to them, given their own shock.

So, I tried to connect with the children.

As they followed me from the playground, I suggested we go to a shop, and I could buy them something.

Thankfully, I had my last salary, making it a bit easier to survive and share.

One girl noticed the cats following me and assumed they were all mine.

These cats had been my companions during the war.

They had guided me, even advising me on how to interact with people.

They were my best friends during the beginning of the war, although most of them were not mine.

Due to qigong, they gathered around and sometimes fought.

I would go out and send healing sounds for peace, and they would fall silent as if I were a saint to them.

They walked with me, which was a bit embarrassing as I strolled through the playground.

They kept me in the present moment, providing a small escape from the news.

But the news wasn't just news; it was the harsh reality.

None of the meditations I had been listening to truly helped me overcome the pain, sadness, shock, anger, and fear so I needed to create and discover all on my own from the past and the new.

Moreover, nobody was talking about it.

During this period, it seemed like narcissists were gaining the upper hand.

This added another layer of violence to endure.

The warzone wasn't only beyond the border; it was also present within each household.

The silver lining was that some people immediately started volunteering, acting swiftly with love to help those in need.

Considering my recent experiences during the COVID era and ongoing recovery from virtual violence, I questioned what I could contribute in such a situation.

I began creating more and more qigong practices, as it was the only way I could help from my side.

I practiced at home and ventured outside every day, performing healing practices for the group that gathered.

I found it impossible to work in my new job.

I was devastated by what was happening.

We were unsure if our country would also become a target.

The fear was overwhelming, and observing the events unfolding didn't offer any solace.

It felt like I had been thrust into the worst kind of horror, as if what I had experienced so far wasn't enough.

Not even one week of respite from a different social life, freedom, peace, and stability.

Describing what was happening within me is a challenge.

Thanks to my continuous qigong practice, I was still recovering and rebuilding myself.

I was doing well until the war broke out.

Now, as we're nearly recovering from it, the end doesn't seem near.

The shock, anger, and violence in the streets persist, particularly affecting children.

People's behavior hasn't improved, at least not in the area where I'm located and stuck.

The cruelty of people here lacks heart—actually, scratch that.

It's not the people, but rather the unhealed ones who fail to act to save another human life.