Story Shot 19, by Brian R. Wright PDF Version, 31 December 2020

Whoops!

Here I go again, on a polemicist bender.

Almost. But I’m catching myself in stride in order to draw in the FLOW from real life—the same sort of life situations virtually all of my peers (still in the pre-mRNA-‘covid’-‘vax’ Human 1.0 community) face.

I make that pre-‘vax’ caveat because it takes months and boosters for the newly ‘covid’-‘vaccinated’ subjects to become fully programmed… and the 5G wireless networks thru which the programming is done are not completely implemented—outside of the Hubei province of China, anyway.

Last night, I was watching the classic Nobody’s Fool (1994) movie—watershed film for Paul Newman as an ‘old guy.’ He’s a dead ringer in a couple of key scenes for my dear departed brother, Forrest, who died 13 years ago at the to-soon-to-go age of 56.

The wave of teary-eyed sadness came over me immediately. Also a depth of connection that I had also felt with the loss of Dad… and Mom especially. Only this time, perhaps due to the immediate effect, I wound up with this deep sense of a cosmic channel into the power of Being, itself. Whoa! “This needs to get out there!” I said to myself.

Recently, I’d seen and heard from Dr. Robert Young, and Dr. Neil Bush (in his wondrous interview by Del Bigtree on TheHighWire.com, episode 195) that each of us is a spiritual being with a physical body. Not vice versa. So true. Yet so rarely realized.

And it’s from that quality of connection to Being, via specific beings we care about, that I offer up my stonebeam today… that is, from FLOWer aligned with Field.[1]

We all need to distill motive power from what’s real in our lives, not illusions via devices of control—the trance-o-tron (TV), the Web (computer), and the “official”-story machinery in other media. [A fine reference for cutting these woobie puppeteer strings is “Rule from the Shadows” — DuckDuckGo it.] Continue reading →

Will Blind Obedience to Official Stories Be the End of Us?
Brian R. Wright

… or even simple mass acquiescence without belief.

Was sitting for a quick afternoon beer at Moe’s—trying to give him my business during ‘lockdown lite’ since the ‘covid’ op has seriously damaged these fine people—and I noted PGA Tour SS (sans spectators) on the television. Moe’s cook is taking a break at the bar, too, as only one table is occupied. One other guy is there, too, paying customer.

I point to the screen, saying “how much longer?” with my eyes expressing exasperation at the whole capitulation of “Sports’ Nation” to the mainstream-Pharma white-coat panic mongers of the ‘covid’ sleaze operation. “I’ll be sure glad when the NFL opens up to full stadiums.” Both of my fellow barsitters rain on that parade with frowns, practically in unison: “Naw, they’re not coming back… at least not this year.”

The banter continues, with other-customer barsitter telling me that Major League Baseball takes in more money that the National Football League—I didn’t know that, and need to check it out. Anyway, the consensus of the two is that if the panic can kill baseball and hockey (as well as spectator-real golf), it can sure kill the NFL. I still hold out believing that college football, at least, will defy the CovOp. I mean college football fans are ANIMALS, I can’t see them letting a bunch of pinheaded p-words stomp on their sacred-warrior traditions.