May 19, 2021
I looked around carefully as I walked up to the door of Trader Joe’s. Everyone I could see was wearing a mask. Mine was in my pocket. Although it had been announced on mainstream media that Trader Joe’s dropped their customer mask requirement as of May 14, 2021, I had brought it just in case.
But all the admonitory storefront signage was indeed gone. So were the six-feet-apart social distancing marks that had marred the concrete since March, 2020. They hadn’t been necessary for nearly a year, but had remained like blood-red markers of a battle fought. Now they were gone.
The bare windows gleamed. Nothing but shiny glass and posted store hours. No more blather about the state of California and the health department requiring masks…and no chilling “Big Brother is watching you” vibe.
Maskless, I sauntered up and gave the colorfully masked doorkeeper employee a huge grin. He said, “Good morning, welcome.”
I had already told myself not to make any comments about mask or no mask. I was just here to shop, not stand on Speakers’ Corner in Hyde Park. But something prompted me to say, “I see you’re missing some signage now. Thank you.”
He just looked at me and nodded. I thought his eyes looked sad, a bit like an animal watching the humans eat at the banquet table, waiting for the scraps.
Employees must still wear masks, for who knows how long.
I can’t be wholeheartedly gleeful about this, especially when, to my surprise and disappointment, I was the only one of the 40 or so customers without a mask.
The only one. My judgmental side kicked in strongly, telling me that every adult needlessly wearing a mask is revealing something about themselves. Something on the spectrum from ignorance to self-enslavement through uncritically following directives of “authorities.”
For an unnerving moment every human in view seemed alien, denizens of a norm radically divergent from mine. I was inundated by the isolation of feeling as if I know too much of what “really is” to comprehend those who don’t want to know.
I reminded myself that sometimes ignorance is not willful, merely careless. These customers’ mask stigmata might be as innocent as not knowing the rules had changed. Or perhaps they’re so used to masking they no longer feel it on their face, the way you no longer feel eyeglasses after a few weeks. How can you remove something you forget you’ve got on?
Or, what I suspect is true of the majority, they are still afraid, still uninformed, still listening to the poisonous and poisoning narrative they’re being spoonfed by the mainstream and other controlled media.
I accepted the hollow victory, maskless among the multitudes, and did my shopping. Outside the store I remarked to a woman just removing her mask at her car, “You know, you don’t have to wear them in the store anymore.”
“Really? I didn’t know that. I’m just so used to it.”
I am reminded of the power of habit. And I remind myself to inculcate those that are beneficial to me and reject the rest.
I emailed Vidya Frazier (vidyafrazier.com) to share my experience at the grocery store. In her wisdom, she responded:
Another friend of mine here had the same experience—the only one in the store not wearing one.
I think it will just be a matter of time. People are all programmed now through fear. Especially those who have gotten the vax. I sense that little by little, more will get bold and do it.
But remember, most people on the planet are not going in the direction we are now. Although there are evidently a greater number of us headed toward ascension than ever before when the Earth was shifting to the Fifth Dimension, it’s still a very small portion of the population. The other Souls are still choosing for more time in the Third / Fourth Dimensions for their evolutionary experience.
It’s all in order. And even those, eventually, will be free of the alien controllers—they are being systematically cleared out of the universe now. So they will be able to evolve more quickly with less interference.
So keep smiling and spreading your light and wisdom. Those who are ready will respond!
Sound and high-vibrational advice. Thank you, Vidya, and appreciation to all of us who are part of this vanguard, unmasking the madness, one ripped-off mask at a time.