Faith ye, faith not. In never ending bad energy fields of who are you, where are you, all going so far from hunter gatherer cosmic masters. Bring a halt to devastation humans have caused in the name of earth progress. Go back find another planet, all evil ones as there are no more years allowed to you to repair and cleanse your misdeeds, retreat to the compound specially prepared for you. A large craft of the lower realms is waiting and there resides waiting, the aliens now instructed by benevolent cosmic masters to relieve you from earth, as those who remain upon Terra no longer need you for they now bathe in crystallised peace.
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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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The Power of Crystal
I heard, in the News this week, that there is plastic in the Arctic.
So much there in fact, it is impossible to chart it.
There are plastic-bottle-particles in those clear, pristine flakes.
and this has caused tectonic shifts and horrific water-quakes.
And in some obscure prose, I read of cosmic masters,
Who warned this doomed Earth of impending disasters,
And in that strangely written text I heard that crystal powers,
Could extend our Earth-bound life, by at least a few hours.
So, I bought a crystal bowl and filled it up with gin,
And from a crystal-type decanter I put some vodka in.
I drank the whole lot down and I must admit, somehow,
This plastic-ridden world, looks a whole lot better now.
So, here’s to the power of crystal. It is bloody fantastic!
And if you can’t get crystal bowls, make one out of snowy plastic.
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