Turning the dial up on my ear that is what I have to do…who would have thought this was my essential connection with outer life…
It was it and it is out there, up there, somewhere in a circular field a gathering
The I before the me what are we, in one with one…
The Spooks visit loon Laidlaw who has been abducted by aliens and taken to Mars…he objects to the UFO cover up.
Sons of the euphoric mind that is the one, there work never done…
The night the cat found a spirit, the spirit of who indeed…
If man cannot stand without his props he is therefore not a man…

By Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this

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