Hi there ! I am showing you a draft of my next blog. It will be crafted throughout the week because I’m not feeling well.

It’s my hope you join me in my latest project…

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Look Up Before the Silence – Are We Too Late ?

I am a writer, a dreamer and look to the future with my back fearsomely holding the cosmic dimensional universes of endless time, ready to explore the new horizons of infinity.

All my stories express the urgency of our existence.

As the politicians across the world are arguing over power and control of the lines in the sand, a lurking dark asteroid is headed to Earth, ready to mark the sixth extinction, where our existence is defined by limited time or by the infinite silence that follows if we keep staring at the sand and never looking up.

This is why I admire Elon musk and the team of astrophysicists, space engineers and builders who refuse to treat Earth as the last room we will ever live in. They are not arguing over the lines. They are building the way off the beach — rockets, habitats, and a second chance among the stars — before the silence arrives.

Bari Marcus Anthony

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This is just the beginning…more to come.

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September 30 2026

Good Morning fellow writers and readers,

I’m still not feeling well, so excuse me if I make an error while writing today. My mind is clouded over with the traditional flu. Finding it extra hard to concentrate than usual. Bear with me as I continue with what’s been rattling around in my head.

Today, I just wanted to pull back the curtain a bit and share the raw truth behind why I wrote Guardians of Humanity.

We don’t just write plots. We write how things hurt, how we ache, and how our characters scramble in the dark just to make sense of a messed-up world.

We spend our whole lives staring up at the stars, thinking we’re the undisputed masters on Earth. But the ground beneath us is full of ghosts. We aren’t the first clever things to figure out how to strike a spark or navigate the stars; we’re just the ones holding the broken pieces after the original tenants left us.

And the worst part?

Those ruins we see aren’t made by our ancestors, they’re copies made by us. The question is: Where are their ruins? They must have left something behind—right?

When you open Guardians of Humanity, you aren’t getting a polished space opera where the handsome captain saves the day with a clever quip. It’s about the heavy, gut-churning realization that the universe is ancient, crowded, and completely indifferent to us. The characters aren’t superheroes—they’re just people caught in the realization they too have limitations, trying to fight something massive and ancient, things that even they were terrified of.

It’s about looking at the dark spaces between the stars, realizing we’re trespassing on someone else’s old stomping grounds, and having to figure out how to survive anyway.

We are a revised edition of our ancestors.

Bari Marcus Anthony

As this flu works its way through me I’m still wondering about our ancient ancestors…