In darkness I cannot see but I’m walking and yet see all, it is a mind too dark it needs truth to see a way of manifestation, I knew not how, when all is not clear, clocks tick, older means that in the jungle of life we will not beat the oldest tree of knowledge and our hearts may never beat as much as the tree vibrates. In its life of sensories for three hundred years but it still hurts when cut and fallen to leave orphan shoots upon its bole growing outward in panic and trauma.
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