From the beginning of this plandemia, in France the leaders toward the very down, they said everything and its opposite without fear or reproach about the port of this no face mask.
Perched on my tree in the mountains, i didn't give a damn about their bigfatbullshit.
I had to wear the no breath stuff for half an hour, once when a DIY store reopened, the second when restaurants reopened. The rest of the time i wasn't really bothered to come out with my face naked, whether at the masked supermarket, or while walking in the city of zombies to Ajaccio.
After 3 days of travel from Corsica, i arrived in the north west of Spain, Galicia.
As Gaby said somewhere in this thread, in crossing the border i really felt the difference about the rules of the mask game.
Entering Irun for a break, when i rolled down the car window to pay the toll, the masked and gloved cashier, surprise had her eyes wide to see me unmasked and smiling as if i was really quite naked.
At this moment i still didn't realize that i was headed to set foot among a population proportionate number of masked and gloved mottled heroes, and that i would have to live in this frequency of dementia (a
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There are also people strolling on beaches in their swimsuits mask and as proud and misplaced as a puppy in baby clothes.
In the streets people are all masked, some with brand masks. It's the normality to wear one here, and not to wear one, it is not only the fine which is heavy, but the glances of the others and especially certain neighbors ready to circulate gossip in the village of your misdeed. And the saddest thing is the old people who go out to get some fresh air by doing their little daily tour, chatting in mask with their friends, they have the reflex to take it off from time to time, but as soon as someone passes they put it back on.
In the kindergarten, none of the Smurfs play on the swing or slide or other games without putting on their little colourful masks.
The lone wolves at the wheel, masked, were less surprising to me as i had already come across them in corsican roads.
The big difference for me is that i had to wear a no face mask to do my shopping, i realized that after 15 minutes of the mandatory wearing, i began to choke, and after half an hour, my voice timbre was weakening, yes i bought a mask to asphyxiate me voluntarily and no longer be able to make my voice heard.
It's not easy to remain stoic in the face of so much nonsense, but now is not the right time, because right now it's "we cannot waste time-we can only waste ourselves (GM Adams), patience , and watching this live show immersed, I really feel like in "Just for Laughs, gags" mixed with "Groundhog Day"!
Compared to Corsica, the change is enormous for the wearing of the mask, i started looking for a mock mask in the face of all this masquerade (A silk stuff?). And even that hardly enchants me.
I have the opportunity that my environment is close to nature, and apart from occasionally driving my relatives to the supermarket, or to the hospital, I stay tinkering in the garden with my cat, and a few mornings i do my work out on the beach, and before the masked tourists disembark, i have time to swim a few laps and play with fishes.
And even that there is something yet in the air, there is so much sadness, like a loss that you have to learn to accept and live with, an absence, difficult to replace. And to be aware of it and continue to become until finally being without losing faith, because every day becomes more loaded.
And that's why we are all here today through Laura's Forum, to know and be able wherever we are, anchor a "STO frequency" through this STS entropy of the moment, through your aspiration and inspiration, by what you are and always wanted-A better world.
Into this madness, i have my own rhythm, and keep on singing my song.
And deeply, i know that you too sing the same song. Or something similar!
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which implies that it is JUST a comment on a yt chanell.... regardless of that fact it sounded horrific and sadly logical when we know about Hypoxia and Acidosis that prolonged wearing of these shitty masks is causing.
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but their approach tactic was misunderstood a bit (can I throw a joke in this thread?)
