The Shard of Asclepius and New Horizons

 

Hello everyone,

Just a note to bring you up to speed with this blog and this crazy journey I'm on.

Over the past two decades, I’ve juggled my time and energy populating five different blogs containing alternative news, music, economics, political activism and creative passions while also supporting hundreds of artists, activists and alternative news journalists. I did so because those I supported, offered something that mainstream did not.

The goal of my past efforts has been to show, with proof, that there were other sides to a story, and of course, better music offered by artists not in the mainstream spotlight, while I also shared my opinions, research and creative inspirations such as those displayed on this blog.

This blog was a place for me to express my feelings but especially my discontent with the way the world was heading. In doing so, I eventually combined my Geo-political and Geo-economic observations with my societal discontent and my poetry into a three-book series, titled, “The Activist Poet - Vol 1, Vol 2 & Vol 3” hoping that they would help awaken a population that was sleep walking into a consolidated economic tyranny and another World War. These books remain my testament to truth against powerful western propaganda and censorship.

The Message

My message has always been, that there is a better way to live on this planet than the way in which we are living right now. The world I believe in, is a world that is inclusive for all and not just for the privileged few…of course, I was censored just like the thousands of concerned online journalists and artists trying to make the world a better place.

So, due to massive online censorship of this blog and important voices, I have taken the next step forward in my quest to make the world a better place and written a science fiction / supernatural thriller called, “The Shard of Asclepius”.

The following quote by Gao Xingjian reflects my belief and why I wrote a book of fiction.

Quote: “It's in literature that true life can be found. It's under the mask of fiction that you can tell the truth.” ~ Gao Xingjian ~

I have hope that many people will see and read this intriguing book, “The Shard of Asclepius”, but it’s virtually impossible to get the book populated on mainstream bookstore shelves, even though it’s available online through Ingram's global network of book sellers. As an independent author, I need your help.

My book is on the Indigo, Amazon and Barnes & Noble websites but in order to get the book seen by the public, I need my supporters to go to those websites, rate the book, buy a copy from them and maybe leave a review of the book. It helps move the book into attention. Books that are not supported by a major publisher or large online community, are not visible to the public and so an independent author such as myself relies on friends and community for support.

I’ve also created a new website which will be dedicated to all the books I publish as an author going forward. Here is the link to my new website.

Official website of Stewart F Brennan

To the people I’ve supported and / or the people who’ve visited and supported my blogs in the past, thank you! I hope you will also follow me on this next step of my journey.

Here is a short video trailer for my book, “The Shard of Asclepius”. Please consider visiting my new website to find out more about the book and then consider sharing the link with your network of friends. Thanks for taking the time to read this blog post and for your support! I look forward to hearing from you. Have a great week!

VIDEO TRAILER

Internal Rhythms

 

Internal Rhythms

Unknown realms of time and space

stretch before my glowing soul;

bathed with anticipation

and brilliant streams of gold,

where futures crest the heavens,

that make ready to unfold,

while rhythms beat with every step

in flutters the light foretold.

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Image created Stewart Brennan with A.I. image generator model DALL-E3 on BING

Time Well Spent

Time Well Spent

Deep inside a book of dreams

where calm holds the river back,

candles grace the hourglass sand

while consciousness grows.

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Knowledge over time, enlightens us.

Brevity included in my second Book: The Activist Poet – Volume 2

Digital Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

Universal Space

 

Universal Space

Cosmos of eternal realms,

a universe in space,

merging conscious beings,

in natural embrace.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

Prophesy

 

Prophesy

I am fire on wings,

terror to tyrant kings,

I am storm born, lightning’s flair,

the soul’s protector n’ heir;

prophesized with a mark,

bright fire in the dark.

I am the watcher of skies,

an oracle to the wise,

a hush of screams,

the voice in dreams

the mysterious state

that carries your fate.

I am times endless sea,

I am prophesy.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on AI platform Night Café

Spiritual Home

 

Image generated on Night Café Studios by SF Brennan

Spiritual Home

The greatest spirit,

provider of life,

bedrock of our existence,

foundation of our birth,

you are the universe and beginning,

the mother we call earth.

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NOTE: Evolved from brevity Poem “Home”

Stepping through the Nightmare

 

The image was generated on Night Café Studios using the words below

Stepping through the Nightmare

Howling winds whistle

through windows in my dreams.

They carry peaceful thoughts

that come behind the screams.

Urging to move forward

through shadows pale thick.

While crossing every boundary

of the lunatic.

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NOTE: The first stanza in poem "Connections Far Away" is used here as a brevity with a new title.

Prescient Eyes in Time

 

Image created by SFBrennan on the Night Café Website  

Prescient Eyes in Time

Time beams from experienced eyes,

that mirror from departed souls,

those cusps of what’s about to come,

a prophesy they foretold.

“Awake now brother, to the fore,

take care of your mother and child,

the enemy’s come to take them,

your livelihood, land and wild.”

I’ve heard these words, they’ve gathered dust,

jumped atmospheres to this day,

familiar voices from my dreams,

returns and holds me in their sway.

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Eclipse

 

A.I. Generated Image of the Eclipse

Eclipse April 8th, 2024

In Montreal, they chem-trailed the skies to try and block out the sun. However, it didn't work as it added to the effect which produced a large sundog (a large ring of fire). At the center of the sundog was the eclipse and within the ring of the sundog was a shadow that filled the larger circle. as the light began to fade, a flock of seagulls circled under the sun / moon, gliding in circles under it, calling out in their wails. When the eclipse was full, it produced a pinkish red glow and you could see the stars as the light of the sun was extinguished by the moon. A very cool effect. I don't know about anyone else, but I felt a sea of humanity in joy watching this event...could literally feel the excitement in the air and in my mind...our connection to each other.

Healing Thoughts

 

Healing Thoughts

Behind closed eyes the dancing light unveiled scenes to another time where rivers met the calm conscious flow without boundaries. There, old deep forests inhale the sun where all lifeforms thrive in rhythm and vibration with the universe.

Image Generated by Stewart Brennan on Night Café Studios - 

Serenity Gathered

 

Serenity Gathered

Serenity gathered a lush of life with her spell.

Timid beings drew to the bay and intertwined

in that secret place,

where all things meet in a state of conscious mind,

just so complete, together in ballet,

indivisible on that perfect day.

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Image generated by Stewart Brennan using the words above on the Night Café studio 

Silent Strength

 

Silent Strength

Behind the eyes his pain was silent,

world war two look firm and knowing,

with the great depression and hard times,

that experience never showing.

To clean the roads for half a dollar,

as a boy, his wages for the week,

and here I was with Sunday papers

making more at the eight o’clock peak.

I felt embarrassed but he was proud,

a life lesson with him on the street.

He never complained or was jealous

and he never gave in to defeat.

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*Image generated by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

Unipolar Dominion

 

Unipolar Dominion

A broken world surrounds a dream with parasitic nightmares.

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About this Brevity: It has a general meaning for life on this planet. The brevity depicts a world that is descending (Broken world). (The Dream) is what we create and envision throughout life...and (Parasitic nightmares) are those that destroy what we create or envision through some sort of manipulation to own, control, or destroy it by destructive means. The brevity can be viewed through most windows of life and thought where the controllers of economics manipulate and feed on the dreams and works of people, making life and the world a lesser place...and it all happens in a second. Globalization and consolidation by the barrel of a gun.

*Image generated by Stewart Brennan on Night Café 

In Twenty-Two, the Trucks Came Through

 

In Twenty-Two, the Trucks Came Through

In twenty twenty-two

the year insanity consumed the zoo

with lockstep fascism in the west

through vaccine mandates that they pressed.

Thank goodness for our freedom convoy

that broke the spells, brought tears of joy

exposed the media in their lies

and the governing demons in disguise.

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Image generated by Stewart Brennan on Night Café 

About this Poem: When we entered 2022, there was a lockstep tyranny throughout the west forcing everyone to take dangerous mRNA shots. It was a very dark time for everyone that saw through the lies, as individual freedoms were under attack by the very nations that claimed to uphold them.

As people began to push back, governments throughout the western world dug in their heels and forced people to take these dangerous shots. It wasn’t until the Canadian Truckers Freedom Convoy rolled across the country into Ottawa with the rise of Canadian citizens across the political spectrum that the spell of fear on the population was truly broken. The ground swell of protest spread across the world shining its light and calls for freedom which put an end to forced inoculations around the world and ended the fake pandemic.

The Bond

 

The Bond

I do not lightly choose a hand

for one must make a moral stand

wield essence by stern command

confront the plague upon the land.

A conscious bond one does feel

stronger than Damascus steel

joined alliance that is real

with solemn oath, one must kneel.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café 

Together

 

Together

We stood together to shoulder the storm,

against the madness to keep us both warm,

lost in each other, extensions in part

we remained intact when the storm did depart.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

 

Pleiadian Skies

 

Pleiadian Skies

Pleiadian skies beryl and white,

an ocean of stars a glow,

pouring over the mountain tops,

to streams and rivers below.

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Artwork created on Night Cafe

Rumors from the Attica Flutes

Rumors from the Attica Flutes

There’s a storm of fire gone unseen

hidden behind the shadow’s screen;

right here on this planet earth

the place that holds what we are worth.

An anxious and a sinful place,

controlled and made by human race,

where every greedy thought takes root

and made a unit of law to boot.

Where Attica flutes of hades sing

those sour notes of cutting strings

that swallow all the gods through fear

in cyber orbit above this sphere.

Such iron bars do now unfold,

with Cerberus guard dogs that they hold,

that fiber optic censored glow

invoking AI storms below.

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About this Poem: Inspired by a Henry David Thoreau poem called,

“Rumors From An Aeolian Harp”

The Morning Veil

 

Photo Credit to "Mandy Lea"

The Morning Veil

Sun breaks through the morning veil

bathes the flowers in golden hale,

florets rise with arms outstretched

embrace their God of life and death.

Rising higher, to mountain row

radiant praise, essence aglow

sunflowers sing their glorious tune,

a cycle of life, by sun and moon.

There they stay until sun goes down

hushed to sleep on silver ground,

bathe in moon beams, dew and rain

and wait for God to come again.

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Wolf Spirit

 

Wolf Spirit

Rhythm of drums brought the fog

consciousness of the wolf,

summoned spirit of the warrior

he chooses who he comes to see,

for bravery, courage and resilience

are the words he speaks.

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Waiting

 

Waiting

Comfort shades brown peering eyes,

there amongst the scent of birch.

Hidden under greying skies

and autumn leaves upon a perch.

Snug and safe from hunter’s game

but ready should the need arise,

to tap into his sturdy frame,

despite the smallness of his size.

A quickened pulse then in his chest

as trappers near, he holds his breath.

Lessons learned now put to test,

one false move could be his death.

There inside he sees it all,

traps are set amongst the grass.

Plans a route to warren hall,

waits until the hunter’s pass.

Silence reigns as sun goes down

a calm return to forest dome

to then emerge from underground

seeking comfort of his home.

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The Ancient Forge of Magic Rings

 

The Ancient Forge of Magic Rings

Celestial fires washed away

the golden age of Argonauts

where magic things long forgotten

remain but ashes of old thoughts.

I stood in wonder, mesmerized

in the cave I had discovered.

An ancient place deep underground

with artifacts I recovered.

Beryllium rings, crowned with stones

of ruby and blue sapphire,

for kings and queens and overlords,

that were forged by dragon’s fire.

Twelve magic bands with scrolls attached

concealed in a granite box

with embossed designs in ancient tongue

on layered metamorphic rock.

I stumbled on this hidden place

that was filled with bygone things

in the Monteregian mountains

the ancient forge of magic rings.

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The Phoenix Moon

 

The Phoenix Moon

When the phoenix moon rises

and bald eagle takes wing

the timber wolf howls

and mountain fires spring,

Aphrodite will return,

heaven will once again sing

covering earth in warmth

and renewal it will bring.

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He Who Walks a Different Path

 

He Who Walks a Different Path

Beneath the mountains and the strath

came, he who walks a different path

a gentle being of Mohawk mind

who felt for others and was kind.

Yet from his village he did roam

into the forest he called home

he talked to birds of every girth

all the creatures that walked the earth.

The bond that grew made them his friends

an understanding with amends

a mortal conscious bond and call

with promise to protect them all.

One day his world was set aflame

when hunters of the village came

and took his closest conscious friend

his grief and anger would not mend.

He believed all life was deserving

sentient life was worth preserving

so, when the hunters came that day

he told his friends to run away.

The starving hunters soon caught on

when all their prey had left and gone

chased, he who walks a different path

into the mountains with their wrath.

Up at the top, with feelings grim

where just the clouds could visit him

there were no creatures, and few birds

when sadness came and took his words.

He felt alone, began to pray

asked God to take his grief away

upon the highest mountain range

his body then began to change.

Creator blessed him for staying true

to purpose he was tasked to do

the given task when he was born

God changed him then from human form.

A golden eagle then took the skies

with soaring spirit and conscious eyes

above the mountains and the strath

flew, he who walks a different path.

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About this Poem: Inspired by a Mohawk legend about a boy who turned into an eagle.

Inspired by KiiskeeN'tum (She Who Remembers)
Turtle Island Centre Family Services
Manitoba, Canada

Link to Story: How the Eagle first came to the people

Fall of the EU

 

Fall of the E.U.

Bit by bit the E.U. fell,

just couldn't shake that hubris spell.

So strong together, such a farce

gone shot themselves in the arse.

That's quite alright, because you can vote

for candidates shoved down your throat.

All little demons of the WEF;

to people’s needs they’re blind and deaf.

They cut your gas and cut your oil

while agriculture rots and spoils

under rainbow flags of ascension,

you’ll never get that promised pension.

Forced into debt without delay

each nation labeled as the prey.

Sanctions placed on those defiant

till vassal states become compliant.

"Gimme, gimme", Ukraine needs more,

that little scavenger makes you poor.

Boil, bubble, inflation trouble,

you’re eating less, while rents are double.

So don’t complain as cities burn,

you voted for that beasts return,

with leeches given final say,

on sovereignty they’ve washed away.

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The Activist Poet

The Northern Kingdom

 

The Northern Kingdom

The northern kingdom welcomed me

when I stood there in its morning glow

with arching limbs of forest trees

adorned with winters finest snow.

A crystal sea of ivory,

a gemstone treasure of the north

lay before astonished me

enticed my yearning to wander forth.

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The Case Before You

The Case Before You

Bloodlust gathers in Tel Aviv

where plans of ethnic cleansing seethes

to carpet bomb all Gaza’s land

and western leaders back their plan.

Gathered around the prison gate

becoming demons with their hate

destroy two million people’s homes

with jets and tanks and their drones.

Satanic monsters bloodied crawl

malevolent, hateful one and all

ten thousand children they have killed

their bodies dead, the streets are filled.

With tears that come down as the rain

upon the tank treads that remain

the mud reflects those children’s eyes

all filled with fear and pain and cries.

And mothers, fathers, sisters, aunts

all crushed beneath Israeli tanks

or bullet swarms from U.S. firms

to kill the people, they call germs.

I do not care what their supporters think

supremacist wails don’t make me shrink

I stand for justice and human kind

not gangs of evil so maligned.

I call for justice to be served

after all the heinous crimes observed

applaud South Africa’s great support

at the international criminal court.

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Collapsing Themes, Rebuilding Dreams

Collapsing Themes, Rebuilding Dreams

Things today are over the top

the world appears insane

the stories told just don’t add up

and there’s nothing left to gain.

Yet in the streams of narratives

pressed by our mainstream news

our overlords have overreached

controlling public views.

Today we’re thrice divided

by psychological op’s

games are played, deceptions breach

and the noise just never stops.

But once the game comes crashing down

the thieves will be exposed

for in the dust of crashing cards

the truth shall be disclosed.

Truth and strength shall claim their place

in the land that clings to hope

while building bridges over time

is how we’ll learn to cope.

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The Activist Poet

Defiance

Defiance

 

In the end,

when the conflicts still rage

and the army of bots descend

upon my presence on the stage

I’ll speak my mind so that it’s clear

I’ll not be quiet, nor desist,

I’ll be more determined, persevere,

raise my resolve and raise my fist.

I’ll not go into that censored night

nor will I change my view

when nations unleash their might

to bomb, invade or stage a coup.

I’ll battle where that evil has sprung

a field where every man should

condemn those that slaughter the young

embrace community and all that’s good.

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The Activist Poet