Etchings of Saint Brendan

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This article is about the writings by Brendan of Clonfert. You may be looking for the file on Layla Hassan's computer.

During the 6th century, the Irish Celtic monk and Sage Brendan of Clonfert encountered numerous standing stones in England, Vinland,^[1] and the Isle of Skye,^[2] which had been engraved with mysterious symbols from an ancient script. He made writings documenting these findings, and left them behind in each location.^[1]

Three centuries later, the Viking shieldmaiden Eivor Varinsdottir of the Raven Clan visited these locations and found the monk's documentations.^[1]^[2] In 2020, the Assassin Layla Hassan relived Eivor's genetic memories and transcribed Saint Brendan's writings from England and Vinland onto a file she kept in her personal computer, ordering them from I to XIII.^[1]

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Welcome fair traveler, curious Child of His. I am Brendan of Ireland, and through Light and Voice have these stones spoken to me.

Here lies the markings of Him, where a second voice, Higher than most, spoke to me again. Listen to all I have learned through prayer.

Long ago was a Great and Tragic War. The offspring of Gods who lived before the Deluge. I pray for these Rebel Angels who came before.

–Brendan of Clonfert

Here, I believe, is where the Nephilim placed sacred stones to guard the chattel of God from other giants.

Those present were scared by demons, and God defended the pious, sending the giants away. Only these Holy reverberations remain.

The work of Good Souls who have the earth in their heart will forever be tied to our ancestors and our Lord via this gateway.

–Brendan of Clonfert

Again I find traces of the Nephilim. By edict of the local king, I shall prayeth to Him, that his light may be known as Holy.

These luminous placards are the divining rods of Him who speaks to me. With effort, I seek the union of all His holy creations.

Aita, Juno, Minerva, names that enter my head. Are these the Nephilim He reveals to me? Are these stones their signposts? I pray for your guidance, Lord. Amen.

–Brendan of Clonfert

The kingdoms of Bernicia and Elmet have granted me the right to worship here, by edict of Eoppa of Bernicia.

The Nephilim were the only race with the strength to have moved such pillars with the power of the Lord behind them.

But what were they guarding against? Did you command them, Lord? Was it for the sin of people of other times? Was it to keep the demons out?

–Brendan of Clonfert

I shall inform the local Wuffingas that He lives among them, through traces of the Nephilim, the giant warriors who fought for God in their ancient times.

They hath left his presence here on earth for us to absorb His light. The light of Angels that hath been infused throughout the earth.

I feel His Power. He calls me My Beloved and I am calmed. I respondeth with my own communion, my piety, and become another of His voices.

–Brendan of Clonfert

Here lieth still more remnants of the Nephilim. I have marked a symbol upon the stones, that future folk may imbue their spirit with the energy within.

For those who seek communion with the Lord here, be wary. For He Speaks through ciphers, and His words are woven with ancient fibers.

He is manifest here. He hath made importance of these pillars, brought by the giants of yore, now guarding us, as only He knows. Amen.

–Brendan of Clonfert

I am proud the Lord speaks so cleanly through my soul here in Wreocensæte. He talks of his instruments, and asks that I be one.

It appears the Nephilim were at battle here long ago. Against a great tempest, some few protected us. We must honor these ancient paths.

I have explained what He left for us here to the Wreckin-Dwellers nearby. Blessed be all those who tread in this Holy light.

–Brendan of Clonfert

I spoke with Him again. He said that he pined, and I feel torn in two: my loyalty to Him tears me in one direction and the Nephilim point elsewhere.

Why hath these voices spoken to me? The gospels sing within me, and yet I sense conflict. I sense disagreement among the angels. It saddens me greatly.

I will, one day, weigh my soul, attempt penance, attempt to repent for the missteps in my life. Yet here all shineth brightest, for He let me see.

–Brendan of Clonfert

I have come upon these ancient timbers, tarred for preservation, to mark my sacred symbol and pinpoint the source of their power.

As I pray, the Lord sends through me the voice of a Holy Spirit. It reverberates with the finery of ancient language, and I am made anew.

Were these timbers carried by the Nephilim? Barriers against invasions from afar? Please Lord, let this truth shineth upon me as bright as your Word doth.

–Brendan of Clonfert

Here in the ancient Kingdom of Cent, the Jutes have brought me to where his fire burns through traces of the Nephilim.

Here the Lord speaks to me again. He warns of betrayals, of struggles, of the trials of the First Ones. I do not always understand His message.

If He is warning me, it is because He believes I am worthy. He says there is one angel still trapped, she who must be released, or joined. Must I find her?

–Brendan of Clonfert

Here in the Chew Valley, Old Kings of Hwicce still dance with the stones of the Nephilim. I have taught them of the power that sings here.

"How dare you tamper with these sacred threads," a voice scolded me. "You must leave me," he said. "Divorced from the Illuminat."

His voice waxes and wanes, but a soft song still finds me in my penance. I bend a knee and leave a grain of sand for the old winds.

–Brendan of Clonfert

This is a different site. One resplendent in a manner unto itself. Where His light shines the greatest. Today, I was warned of a harrowing depth.

After the Nephilim, great battles were fought in resurrective Kingdoms of Christ. Many were lost in the fight, many more in the cataclysm that followed.

Today, my lord instructed me in plain words to travel o'er the ocean and seek the door behind which hides his fallen angel. I shall try, in His name. Amen.

–Brendan of Clonfert

Here, I, Brendan of Clonfert, servant of our Lord, do make my final inscription before this holy fount of Light. My journey is ended.

For two and some years, have I heeded the inner-voice of my Lord, and followed it to this place to receive His word.

I have seen the gate with its ancient markings. I have heard the voice of His angel, calling me Beloved. Yet the way did not open.

His voice yet calls to me still, in blissful forms, torturous to me. Yet the way remains closed. My way forward is... uncertain.

– Brendan of Clonfert

The contours of this island pulse with a commanding spirit. Weak with fasting and self-flagellation, I cannot find its source. But I am certain it is the spirit of the Nephilim. A certainty glows within my breast—it was they that authored the strange markings I came upon years ago. It is they that speak to me now! These are their words, let them burn in my soul!

Born in mud and excrement
Cleansed in cold waters
Wrapped in the shroud
Of coming death
Remember the pain
And despair that lie within

–Brendan of Clonfert