An open thought to the great energy wherever it may be, to the highest celestial presence what are we but fleas in its perception of us. Upon the surface of the known earth, nothing but ourselves can feel such a range of what are known as emotions. The most of which seem sad and the very least lonely I sense not the vibration of the common kind I am somewhere else still tuning in to normal, but it doesn’t exist. The skin is getting thinner the shield is wearing down the numbers in this puzzle cannot be found, will the door be always locked I have to say I know not the holy centres are full the only interest is ill-gotten gain, the greatest and worst is a lie with ourselves.
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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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