Who is that masked man at the helm? Captain Riley’s Log Notes
A Number 4 Energy
Americans found themselves in the Twilight Zone this month as a global pandemic altered the course of everyday life and engulfed humanity into a rude awakening. In other words, who is that masked man at the helm?
Like ships lost at sea, millions of people unable to get their bearings
became overwhelmed. Caught up in the hurricane that brought winds of change, people are searching for ways to cope. Everything that represented stability and security in our lives is being blown down before our very eyes. Feelings of helplessness, despair and grief loom heavily overhead in dark skies.
What to do?
Ancient mariners wisely sought refuge in safe harbors or anchored
far out to sea. But today, there is no safe place to go. The Coronavirus has permeated the earth. Citizens around the world are being quarantined in an attempt to stop the contagion.
Anchor yourself and prepare for a year of extensive days of mental, physical and emotional challenges. Develop craftsmanship through self-discipline. You may feel that calm dreary days are spent sitting and going nowhere. But this is the time to take inventory, check the manifests and scrape the barnacles.
Make sure your vessel is watertight.
Persistence in all things!
However, there are countless waypoints and routes to your destination. Continue plotting and mapping your course. You must decipher the light shifting breezes just as skillfully as you navigate the gusty winds of the high seas. This demands concentration to detail.
Sometimes when the restrictions seem unbearable, the only way is to rise above using mental visualization. Show your love and willingness to help others. Tap into your spiritual faith and know that tremendous energy can be generated when the waters are held back.
So, even though it feels like we are ships captured in a bottle, we will see more freedom of movement in the months to come.
“One ship drives East and one ship drives West
With the self-same winds that blow.
Tis the set of the sail and not the gales which tell us which way to go “
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“Winds of Fate”