Please read the following post very carefully and understand that the use of Sylvia Browne’s book is not an endorsement, but a mere reference as to something that needs to be examined in terms of likelihood.
Yesterday I saw this.
What struck me was the claim that “it will suddenly vanish as quickly as it arrived”.
Could this wind up being the case?
The answer is “yes”.
Remember last summer’s heatwaves in Europe and North America?
This virus does not seem to spread fast in nations where it’s hot as long as people do not congregate too much in cooled areas.
The claim is that over 26 degrees Celsius, the virus doesn’t survive outside of the host.
Though official data is not available, statistics from several nations indicate it.
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404 years since the passing of Shakespeare, and Hamlets quote seems to still describe our fellows, you might agree ? If you do, take heart, all things pass even melancholy…
” I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so”