The blue light of the great white brotherhood sings in my eye, then we are like George King for The most holy, the most sacred, the most God-like being you have ever physically touched, is the ground beneath your feet. Yet over the water near Old Stone Moor Jesus too me on a journey of discovery, it leads me to truth. In density of the bleak nocturnal be reassured he says, “I am but here within you and yet I’m everywhere.”
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Author: 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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