Everyone around me succumbed to mind control, did the stupidest shit, but i knew some amazing people who stood strong and refused to back down. When it began, i was living with my partner on the outer border of a spiritually inclined intentional community, called Ananda Village in the mountains of northern California. While there were many people from all walks of life, this community had a village doctor who was regurgitating everything coming down from Fauci and Co, which means they followed all the guidelines and precautions. Masks, testing, distancing, quarantine, you name it. And most everyone got the jibby jab (village consisted of mostly folk over 60). I complied with almost none of it because we werent official community members and i didnt give a funk. What was once a place for me to find refuge and belonging, turned into a place i lost faith and trust in. The folks there were so lovely because everyone meditated daily, and sought out God, but I still couldn't go along with the BS. I still noticed a change in some personalities, everyone was more edgy, including me. I also had become a dad and had a baby at the time, so stress was higher than usual. All in all i was living in a fairly sweet place in the mountains, and whenever I went into town, i did notice the ones who didn't put up with the nonsense. However, it was difficult because some food and drink spots that I loved were enforcing the masking, and it bothered me much, and was enticed to not comply, which I did at times. There were a handful of restaurant owners who did not follow the guidelines, and those places I would happily give my money to. I began attending freedom assemblies and got to know quickly who was on board with noncompliance. It was interesting times, with lasting effects.