How I Cured COVID

And Brought More Love to the World, Including My Own

One beautiful Fall morning, while walking through the park, a beautiful, older woman approached me. She wore a long yellow dress that adorned her five-foot-two, slim body. Her dress stopped just before touching the ground and flowed as she walked towards me.

Her skin radiated from the glow of the sun and her yellow dress. As she approached me, I soon learned that her skin radiated all on its own. It was almost blinding to me.

When she approached me, she stopped in front of me and parsed her lips slightly for a subtle smile. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion about her beauty and her purpose for approaching me.

She reached in the long brown satchel she carried on her shoulder. She pulled out a lamp that looked like something that should be in a museum on display, something like the movies where a genie pops out. It was an exquisite gold with jewels around the rim. She held the lamp in both hands, bowed her head, and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes and lifted her head, she extended her arms to me.

“You are the chosen one, my dear. Take this. Be wise with it,” she said matter-of-factly.

“What is it? What am I supposed to do? A-and who are you?” I rattled off my confusion.

“This is a gift, and you are entrusted to share the gift wisely. Here. Take it,” she said quietly.

Still confused, I hesitantly took the lamp from her hands.

The lady put her hands in her satchel and retrieved a scepter.

“Here,” she said as she held it out in front of me.

“What is it?”

No answer.

“What is it?” I repeat.

“You are the chosen one,” she states.

“Chosen to do what?” I ask.

“Chosen to be wise with the gifts. To use the gifts wisely. Here. Take it.”

Uncertain about the entire situation — from questioning the validity of the moment to the sanity of the woman, I stand still.

“You must take it,” she insists, seeing my hesitancy.

“No, and as a matter of fact, here’s your lamp back.” I hold out my hand to return the lamp to her. As I do so, the scepter appears in my empty hand.

I look at the scepter in my hand and gasp. I look back up and the lady is gone.

Back at home in my room, I examine the lamp and the scepter. Both exquisite. The scepter is a beautiful platinum, and the end is filled with diamonds. I place them on my bed, the softest and safest place I have to put them.

I go to my desk and turn on my laptop. I Google “lamp and scepter.” Before I can press Enter, my doorbell rings. I go to my front door and peep through the peephole. It’s the woman from the park!

I quickly open the door, eager to ask her questions. Before I can speak, she says, “You have the power to do what makes the world better. Now go before your power is gone.”

“But how do I use them?”

“You use the power for good.”

“Yes, but how do I use the lamp and the scepter?”

“With the right power, they will ignite,” she replies calmly and matter-of-factly.

“Huh? What power?”

“The power inside of you.”

“Well, how do I get the power going?” I asked not knowing how to phrase this question.

“It is in your heart and mind.” After completing this statement, the woman vanishes in front of me.

A little less confused but now more anxious, I hurry back to my room. I stand and examine the lamp and scepter on my bed. They are no longer just beautiful items but now tools that I must figure out how to use.

I think hard as I stare at them. I ponder, “what is my power and how do I use it to ignite these items for good?”

The lamp shakes a bit. Astonished, I take a step back. Remembering what the older woman said, I realize that my strong thought probably started the lamp’s movement. So, I think the thought again but even harder and longer. “What is my power and how do I use it to ignite these items for good?”

The lamp continues to shake and move about in its position on my bed. A narrow stream of smoke, like from an incense, begins from the tip of the lamp. The stream goes higher towards the ceiling and gets thicker. The smoke forms an image.

It’s the woman!

“You finally found your power. Your solid thought with a will in your heart ignited your power, which ignited the lamp. Listen, you have until sundown to make the world a better place, but you can only do three acts. Choose wisely…” she warns as she diminishes back into the lamp.

“Wow!” I say out loud. “This can’t be real…” I turn and stare at myself in the mirror hanging on my wall. I touch my face. “I just wanted to work on my dissertation today…” Then, the thought comes to me that I should ask for my Ph.D. to be completed today.

The lamp shifts a bit on my bed behind me.

I quickly exit my bedroom and go to the living room to gather my thoughts. Hopefully, my power doesn’t ignite from another room.

Already exhausted a bit from the events of the morning, I decide to turn on the tv to clear my mind. The tv is on the new station. I get ready to turn but a headline of a spike in COVID cases catches my attention.

“Man, I wish they could do something about COVID! I want COVID to disappear!” I say out loud frustrated with the volatility of cases. I hold the remote up to turn the station, but as I do the scepter floats into the living room. The platinum wand and diamond ball on the end glisten through the air. It places itself in my lap. It continues to twinkle in my lap. I lower the volume of the tv and put the remote next to me. I stare at the twinkling scepter not knowing what to do next.

I decide to go back to my room to try to call the lady back out the lamp. I put my hand around the scepter to pick it up and it twinkles even more in my hand. I lift it out of my lap to stand up and it vibrates and moves a bit in my hand.

“This is crazy,” I think to myself.

I stand and return to my room. I try to think a thought to ignite my power and ignite the lamp. To my avail, no success.

I put the scepter on the bed and try again, thinking that is the solution.

Still, no luck.

“Fine,” I say frustrated and return to the living room to watch tv.

Exhausted, I take a nap.

“This just in! Folks, some sort of miracle just happened!”

I’m awakened by a shouting news reporter on tv. I stretch and yawn. My watch indicates I’ve been asleep about 45 minutes. Sleepy, I look at the tv. The caption reads, “COVID GONE! MIRACLE HEALINGS!”

I sit up and rub my eyes to see if I’m seeing clearly. I turn the volume up on the tv. “Folks, people are getting out of ICU beds and walking around with no signs of COVID. People at home who were self-medicating report they can smell and taste again. Those suffering from long-COVID report no more symptoms. And get this, folks! Every COVID test taken in the last hour has come back negative. Scientists don’t know how to explain it, but it appears COVID is gone!”

“What? COVID is gone? Just like that?” I say out loud. I yawn and stretch.

I suddenly remember the scepter and lamp on my bed and my duties for the day. “Man, I still have to think of three acts to do today.” I’m exhausted from thinking and writing about my dissertation. I was taking a walk this morning to reenergize and got another assignment along the way.

“That’s it! I’m finalizing my Ph.D.!” I walk boldly and confidently into my bedroom. I think “I want my Ph.D. work all compl-”

My thought is interrupted by my phone ringing in my purse. “Shoot!”

I run to my purse and retrieve my phone. It is my friend and Ph.D. cohort, Alesha.

“Hello?” I answer in a rushed manner. I hear sobbing on the other end. Alesha is dealing with a bad breakup while trying to finish the Ph.D. program. I listen to her cry and reminisce about her relationship and think that I should change my thought to include Alesha completing her Ph.D. work, too.

An hour later, I am finally able to calm Alesha to a point where we can get off the phone. She exhausts me even more, but I feel bad that she’s going through such a hard time. She’s a really sweet person going through heartbreak. Her ex-boyfriend, Darren, was really a jerk to her. He disrespected her on numerous occasions by flirting with other girls and even going out on dates with one girl in particular. Yet, Alesha continued to forgive and love him, but he never loved her the way she needed to be loved.

“If Alesha had this power, what would she use it for?” I think to myself. I mentally decide, and I get up to face the lamp.

I muster up all my energy and think, “I want everyone to love everyone with compassion and care. I want everyone to feel an abundance of love…” The lamp begins to rattle. I continue, “…so much that they have no choice but to pour it out to others. I want everyone to-” The lamp rattles even more. “-to be loved the way they need to be loved,” I think with great energy.

The scepter twinkles on the bed. It then rises off the bed and floats near my hand. I take the scepter in my hand. The scepter twinkles even more and begins to vibrate. The energy of the scepter moves my arm around.

The scepter finally stops twinkling and vibrating. Suddenly, I feel a rush of the most blissful feeling I have ever felt. It is so overwhelmingly good that tears stream from my eyes as I happy cry out loud. “Thank you! Thank you!”

My heart feels so full, but my mind is wondering why.

“Oh, thank you!” I say out loud again to no one or no thing. My eyes are blurry from the flood of tears. I place the scepter on my bed and go to get some tissue from the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror as I wipe the tears. “Oh, how much I love you!” I say out loud to myself. “Oh!” I weep in love and gratitude.

My phone rings from my bedroom. I gather myself and go to my room to answer the call.

“Hello, Love,” I answer.

“Well, hello, Love,” Alesha responds joyfully.

“You sound a lot better!” I sniffle.

“Oh, yes! Love is just so wonderful! You know I love you, right? And Darren loves me! He just called and told me I’m the only love of his life and I love him so much! And I love my puppy…ooh! That’s my mom calling. Can I call you back?”

Alesha and I get off the phone. I finish sniffling and wiping my face.

I realize the power of love is very overwhelming. It is a magnitude of love I’ve never experienced before. Although I’ve gathered my emotions, I still feel the most blissful feeling.

I look at the scepter and recall the events that took place just before the feeling came over me. I recall the scepter twinkling and vibrating in my hand and suddenly realize those same things happened just before my nap.

My mind races to remember what I said before that moment happened! I rewind those moments and remember wishing, with great intention, that COVID would disappear. I quickly run back to the living room.

The news continues to report how COVID is miraculously disappearing. News cameras are outside a hospital showing people walking out of the hospital who were on respirators just an hour ago.

I gasp and clutch my chest.

“I cured COVID,” I say quietly in realization. I flop on the couch. I gather myself. I had no idea I sent a thought so powerfully from the living room. I’m glad the thought was for something good.

I have now completed two acts.

I sit and ponder what my third act will be. It is just barely afternoon, so I decide to rest my mind and eat lunch, with the intention of keeping careful attention to my thoughts and words because of my power today.

After lunch, I decide to dedicate more time to my dissertation, which was all I was supposed to do today.

“Man, I really should just make this my last wish…” I huff out loud to myself as I log into my laptop. “It would be so much easier…” Then, I think to myself how selfish that would be. I just cured COVID and brought love to everyone. I need an act that impacts the world the same as the previous two.

I begin typing my dissertation on the study of the effects of meditation on the cells of the body to cure incurable chronic illnesses.

As I am typing a paragraph about the protein produced by meditation that my lab studies show can kill and prevent cancer, I realize that asking for my dissertation to be complete is not just for me to be done but for the world to be healed of one of the most incurable chronic illnesses known to mankind, cancer.

I believe in my research that much!

I run to my bed and stare at the lamp. With great intention and all the energy I can muster up, I think, “I want my dissertation to be complete with full accuracy.” I repeat this thought three times.

The lamp rattles. The scepter twinkles. This time, I don’t wait for it to come to me. I take it with authority. It twinkles in my hand and vibrates. As it moves, I cooperatively move my arm around to fit its movement in synchronization. It seems to like my cooperation and twinkles and vibrates longer than the prior times.

Finally, our dance is complete. The scepter stops twinkling and I put it down on the bed. I run over to my phone with such bliss in my heart from earlier in the day and call the person I love the most.

“Hello?” the woman answers on the other end with a cough.

“Hey, Mom. Did I wake you?”

“Yea, I was just taking a little nap. Hold on…Baby! Baby!”

“Yes, Mom?” I say excitedly.

“Baby, you not goin’ believe this!”

“What, Mom?” I ask anxiously.

“My oxygen mask came out my nose and I didn’t even know it. Baby, I can breathe like I’m 16, again!”

I shed silent tears of joy.

“Hold on, let me stand up,” Mom puts the phone down while she stands up. She picks the phone back up. “Baby! It’s like I went to sleep with cancer and woke up cancer-free.”

“I believe you did, Mom,” I say confidently and proudly. “I believe you are now cancer free, Mom. Why don’t we make an appointment for you to see the doctor next week?”

“Okay, but what about your dissertation?” Mom asks.

“Oh, it’s done.”

My doorbell rings. “Mom, can you hold on for a few minutes? Someone is at my door.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

I put my phone down and grab the scepter and lamp, anticipating who the visitor will be.

Sure enough, it is the older woman. She smiles at me for the first time. “Well, done. You chose wisely.”

She extends her hands and I give her back the scepter and lamp.

“Thank you,” I say. “Can I ask, why I was the chosen one today?”

She replied, “You are the chosen one every day. Your thoughts and your heart have the same power every day. You just don’t have a lamp or a scepter around as tangible evidence of your power. What you did today, you can do every day. Everyone can.”

Thank you to Promptly Written, Ravyne Hawke, and Julian Riedelsheimer or this writing prompt: You have been given a magic wand and a genie in a lamp for one day. What will you do? This is my first fictional piece. I hope you enjoyed it!

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