The Day The Wind Spoke
The day the wind spoke, stillness availed walking in the ancient Turkers Wood, majesty arose to the heights among older trees. They were reaching the end of the growing more than a hundred years had gone by, accumulating in one hundred feet or more tired were they but still standing.
There came a whisper upon the breeze that grew over a lonely morning but only I would be the recipient of this message, as air blew faster and seemed to whip in and out weaving for at least a half mile, a musical pitch came to me a varied in tune it seemed to say the trees were under threat and would soon be gone and I must tell someone, I must save them. Boc Hondo and the Devic kingdom must gather we must save Turkers Wood, all past life and all present must unite.
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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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