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Autumn Skies
Monday, November 26, 2012
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Inspiring Moments 01
Light manifests itself as joyful excitement in good deeds
done and not of self-indulgence.
Video Link: Road to Camelot
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Friday, November 2, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Who Will Protect Us from the Police?
Who Will Protect Us from the Police?
...as the pendulum begins swinging back through the buildings of fear that
were erected by the jailers of men...the Fall of Rome will echo 10,000 fold and
we, a species of Mother Earth, will return to community living, or we will
perish behind the red tape of the bureaucratic police state.
Fading Days
The Future wistfully unveils itself in
sunset skies, and washes the fading waves of melancholy from a million minds…
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The Crystal Shard
The beginning of a novel I am working on: "The Crystal Shard"
By: Stewart Brennan
Surrounded by specks that mirrored and
flashed the late afternoon sunlight, David Thomas sat there on a mound of dirt,
digging, as if possessed by some inner knowledge for a forgotten treasure that
lay hidden below this mountain of discarded rocks.
The cuts and scrapes on his fingers begged
him to stop as he clawed at the layers of caked earth and sharp stones, but he
was possessed by some blind intuition as if there was something there for him
to find. As he dug, everything around him seemed to move in slow motion as
distant memories shrouded in a dream like twilight played on his mind. One by
one he recounted the series of events that connected him to this very moment,
searching for some logical answer that put him in this place far from home.
Every passing thought he recalled was somehow connected to this very moment. He
felt déjà vu by it…as if he had been here before.
Moving from one thought to another,
connecting this moment, David found himself in the middle of a tall Black Pine
forest north of Superior, surrounded by Earth’s natural energy, and his sense
of purpose. Everything seemed in harmony here, and it soothed his soul to be
there. The air was cool and fresh with only the sounds of the wind at his back
that carried the cries of a few ravens, sparrows, and the occasional tappings
of a woodpecker. Glancing up only once or twice, he looked like a lone wolf
digging anxiously for something that eluded him under the mound of dirt and
rock that only he could sense but not get at.
Then, as if two powerful magnets aligned,
his fingers found the face of a smooth polished surface. Could this be what he
had been looking for?
In an instant, as if all the surrounding
energies merged with his, a burst of life cursed through David as he quickly
pulled the shard up from the ground and brushed off the mud to reveal what
looked like a dark piece of glass.
Moving quickly over to a bucket of water,
he washed the remaining mud off of the smooth flat surface of his find and raised
it above his head into the air to take a good look at it. As he slowly turned
and angled the violet glass into the sun, it cast rays of light all over the
ground that seemed to dance and move in rainbow colored patterns as he angled
it back and forth. The triangular shaped shard was flat and smooth with two
jagged edges as if it had been broken off a larger piece. The third edge was
perfectly flat and cut at an angle.
Gazing at the crystals surface revealed
what looked like an organized pattern inside. David raised the shard above his
head once again and peered into the crystal through the sunlight to reveal what
looked like a rainbow of floating orbs circling a smaller dark mass.
As the spectacle dancing before him engaged
his thoughts, a bright warming light illuminated his face and a violet glow
could be seen around the edges of the crystal. A calming flush of tranquility
descended upon him and made him feel as if he was floating. The stinging pain
in his fingers was suddenly gone, and for a moment he felt at peace within
himself.
Pulling his gaze away, David put the shard
into his shirt pocket. The moment felt so familiar, so distant, and yet, he
knew he had found what he come here for.
To be Continued…
Prison Planet
Prison Planet
Indoctrination, the dark day arrives
to roll rocks up hill the rest of our lives
Sisyphean schools prepare all the slaves
demanding allegiance, straight to our graves.
Industrialization, hands of greed
furnace of fire, consumption of need
promised inclusion to a wealthy feast
plate of deceptions with mark of the beast.
A mortgage or lease to live on the land
the planet is owned, every grain of sand
all fancy jails, our homes on the earth
with labor enslaved by fires of hearth.
The work force beckons or death on the streets
no place to escape, it all just repeats
both forms of torture bring forth despair
and stress for survival where nobody cares.
Consumer engines speeds up production
with waste produced that brings our destruction
disposable things, expendable lives
with a failure at peak when it arrives.
Destructive system where you are not free
a garbage disposal on land and sea
with roads overheating as stress bears down
supply lines will break, the system will drown.
On governing tables, rules to ensure
all decided so the beast may endure
no changes permitted to ruling cast
a proclamation that is made to last.
A global warming, the blame is on you
not the system of growth owned by the few?
We’ve been here before as history recalls
excuses galore as the empire falls.
Humanity suffers, hangs from a vine
while grape picker taxes empty your stein
illusions are formed if you get ahead
all in reliance till system is dead.
There’s no escaping nor is there a vote
with castles of strife and oceans their moat
the system owns you, no matter your place
born into bondage is the human race.
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Poem written (July 23rd, 2022)
Note: Sisyphus or Sisyphos, a king of Ephyra now known as Corinth was punished by Zeus for cheating death twice and forced him to roll an immense boulder up a hill only for it to roll down every time it neared the top, repeating this action for eternity.
Through the classical influence on today’s so called, modern culture, tasks that are both laborious and futile are described as “Sisyphean” – (Sis-y-phe-an)
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The official text on World History is nothing more than a
long list of sickly achievements made by sociopathic monsters who aggrandize
themselves by making sure they come off smelling like roses to the general
population they are preying on. ~ Stewart Brennan
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