I live for the time I can join the Devic kingdom in Turkers Wood so far they tease me the bush rustling is not just the wind, there are days when I see them and days when I do not.I am when track walking surrounded by life unseen by so many today there may just be a proud face in the bushes not much bigger than the largest stamp but the detail is spellbinding another rustle and more faces appear busy doing something, they are safe as most do not know they are there, they let me in from time to time but I guess that I have not completed my apprenticeship to join their kingdom in the wood.
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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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