(Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Song by Blue Öyster Cult
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go onThen the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraidCome on, baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper)
https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/3214060/Blue+%C3%96yster+Cult/%28Don%27t+Fear%29+The+Reaper
The Fall of 2019 (a few months prior to the “pandemic”), my daughter and I made a pact. We would each pick a book the other would read, no questions asked. For her I chose, Crime and Punishment, and for me, she picked Stephen King’s “The Stand”.
The Stand’s synopsis:
One man escapes from a biological weapon facility after an accident, carrying with him the deadly virus known as Captain Tripps, a rapidly mutating flu that - in the ensuing weeks - wipes out most of the world's population. In the aftermath, survivors choose between following an elderly black woman to Boulder or the dark man, Randall Flagg, who has set up his command post in Las Vegas. The two factions prepare for a confrontation between the forces of good and evil.
https://stephenking.com/works/novel/stand.html
The stage was set, and this is how my COVID nightmare began. How quickly the world descended into chaos. I found myself living a modern-day, horror novel while running from something evil. In those days, nothing was clear except fear and mass confusion. This insanity lasted hundreds of days or what felt like an eternity. Then one fateful day, I met a priest. I will never forget the words he warned, “Do not live in fear or you’re already dead.”
Since that day, I vowed to live by this song instead, Don’t Fear The Reaper. After all, fear is antithetical to living.
BTW, either Stephen King is a psychic or the globalists read his book…what do you think?
That wasn't the first superflu type of horror story. Michael Crichton wrote "The Andromeda Strain" in 1969, the year I was born. The story follows scientists who were trying to bioengineer a strain of bacteria that came from space, and it got away from them.
Sound familiar?
Read Point Ultimate by Jerry Soule. I read it as a young teen ~1962. The idea returned to me in March '20 when this nonsense began to rise. Read the book, then tell me that these novelists are not prescient. (I bought copies for all my daughters).