You see, I had told you I was refusing to get vaccinated, expressing my distrust in a formula that was produced so quickly.
Not to mention I was articulating “anti-scientific” theories; like that it doesn’t stop transmission, so no herd immunity would ever be created, that it doesn’t offer any substantial protection to those who get it, and that it was based on cellular structures from aborted fetuses.
I also claimed it caused a series of side effects. Thromboses, myocarditis, paralysis, facial paralysis, shingles, and so much more. I spoke of certain scientists who had expressed, at the very least, reservations. A Montagnier, a Bahgdi, a Gakis, and a few others.
You hadn’t seen any of this on any channel, or at least on any of the sites you follow. If it existed, surely, someone would have said something.
I had also pointed out to you what some had said years ago—a Father Savvas Achilleos and a Kantiotis who had prophesied the epidemic and warned about the vaccines. I even spoke of some elders from Mount Athos, an Euthymios and a Parthenios, and a bishop from Cyprus who said the same things.
You wondered where I found all this. And I could see the distrust in your eyes—about my mental health, or at least about my vivid imagination and my persistence.
To you, all this meant nothing. After all, doctors were on TV every day on so many shows, shouting: “Get it to be safe. Maybe the elderly are more at risk, but you never know how your body will react to a new virus. Get it so you don’t get infected, or at least if you do get it, you’ll have a mild case and won’t get sick, need a hospital, or be intubated.”
So you wanted to feel safe and to be on the right side of history. Not with the “sprayed,” unvaccinated conspiracy theorists.
That’s why when you saw me from afar, you’d pretend you hadn’t seen me. You’d turn your back and quicken your step to get away.
Then again, maybe you were afraid you might catch COVID from me. The doctors said that whoever got the vaccine was okay, but “we should be a little careful,” you might have thought.
Of course, how it’s possible for someone who had the “divine” formula that supposedly protects, saves, and might even send you to paradise, to be in danger from someone who hasn’t had it—as so many of you claimed—I personally never understood. But that’s another story.
On the other hand, maybe you didn’t want to be seen talking to me, for fear of being mischaracterized. The unvaccinated were supposed to remain outside of social gatherings, at least until they came to their senses and gave in. After all, it wasn’t possible for them to be undermining the effort for herd immunity, or to be putting other people’s lives at risk.
From my side, I could see your reactions even from a distance, so I didn’t try to approach you. It was pointless anyway. You believed the formula was a gift from God, and I, that it was a gift from the devil. A chasm between us.
Two years passed. We’re constantly hearing about sudden deaths, thromboses, strokes, myocarditis, and cancers. No herd immunity was ever created. The vaccinated got infected two and three times each, while the hospitals and ICUs filled with the vaccinated—with three, four, and five doses. Many of them, unfortunately, died…
However, last night we met again. I don’t know why, but this time you reacted differently. You greeted me joyfully, calling me by name, and you paused, waiting for my greeting in return.
But what happened next, you didn’t expect. I just continued on my way without even looking at you, without showing any sign that I had heard you or seen you.
You called out again, two or three times. My reaction remained the same. I continued on my way without even looking back.
I know you’re wondering, maybe you’re even angry. Wondering why. But you don’t need to wonder. Do you really think we have anything to say to each other? Or anything to be? You must have immense pride to think I would forget and act as if nothing had happened.
And not because I hate you, or want revenge. No, my dear person. Yes, your behavior all this time hurt me. But I hold no grudge. In reality, I have forgiven you, perhaps even from the very first moment.
Because you are a victim of your own fear, of the brainwashing you received, and of your refusal to dig a little deeper. And because, I know how much you are at risk… The truth is, I actually have a problem with all those who sowed this discord.
From you, I have kept my distance and will continue to keep it for one reason: people rarely change. In the next narrative, you will once again feel the need to be on the right side of history. You will be informed by the same media. You will once again feel the need to belong to the great category of the “un-sprayed.” You will behave the same way all over again. So let me protect myself, since there is nothing I can do for you.
I will continue to pray. For you, and for me. May God forgive us both.
