For some obscure reason, earlier today, I remembered one of my colleagues, an up-market, high-brow woman, who, unaware that I was at my desk, whisked one of our staffroom dish towels to wipe the long heel of her shoe.
This afternoon, as I watched a friend cough a few times, each time careful to contain the spray by coughing inside his cupped hands, I thought I might post something about germs of another sort but, first, I’d like to note our awareness, sometimes even our phobia, of others’ *physical germs* because that is something we all understand.
Though not everyone we come across practices it diligently, we all know about hand hygiene.
If we didn’t choose to assume the cook preparing our food had washed her/his hands and that they had not touched anything unhygienic from that moment on, we wouldn’t go to restaurants. We wouldn’t accept dinner invitations either and we wouldn’t trust whoever we live with to do more than wash the lettuce – or the dishes.
Some of us wash our hands many times a day. Some of us go to great lengths to reduce contact with any surface touched by random hands such as door handles in public toilets.
Some of us wipe shared keyboards and phones with one of the many alcohol based de-germers that have materialized in the wake of Swine-flu Episode 1.
That’s all a part of what is, these days, considered as basic hygiene.
Cool, but what about energetic germs?
Our aura, a.k.a. energetic field, mushrooms through and around our bodies. It is in this energy field that our karma, our ego, all our energy spikes, all our fears, all our regrets, all our anxieties as well as the energetic imprints of all our illnesses are encoded.
Knowing this, shouldn’t we consider what happens whenever we hug someone, anyone, friend or foe, be it at a funeral or a wedding?
Hugging is not essential to *catching* energetic germs encoded in other people’s energy fields just as they are in our own because our energy field sits around us when we sit and stands around us when we stand and lies around us when we lie and but when we walk away, some residue lags behind – as do our fingers prints, a couple of our hairs and a few of our dead skin cells.
So what does happen when we go to the movies, sit in a train compartment, work-out at a gym or attend a concert? What about when we ride in a friend’s car or walk through a hospital ward?
What energies are we breathing in and absorbing into our own?
Earlier today, I also remembered Zeus, my darling’s cat.
He was a lovely striped Tabby with long and silky chinchilla fur. We always knew when Zeus had been in the garden because, when he had, strands of cobwebs, desiccated insects and bits of leafy matters in various shades of decaying green adorned his fur from forehead to fluffy tip of bushy tail.