Grabbing at the air hands desperately trying to find what can you touch. your physical energy chasing a lost presence. Man’s demons but he can’t see them he can only feel the hurt. But there is no answer to the call, a creative force is called upon by the higher self it is calling for an answer to the potent question, are we indeed alone now. Collective feelings of human brotherhood a false fantasy never to be found.
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