A junior with undiagnosed Asperger’s, alone flapping his hands a thousand people I want to be but cannot be me, I continue to flap for my answers confusion is all that registers. I have no friends, I try to buy them sweets as if that would do it I had forgotten how many times I wore a dunces cap, behind the line a teaching student Mr Pinder I think Steven, was his christian name stood in front of me with the wizened old headmistress Pinder, quietly said you don’t have anything behind your eyes but many years later I now have a universe behind those eyes. I can escape with measured breathing and leave my vacant body I have the all seeing eye the third eye a pineal shining Christ centre that puts me upon any planet in any number of unclaimed universes so Mr Pinder wherever you are now I am from time to time a heretic.
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