Silver knocker in grey haze through damp freezing fog, in and out of focus I go as the hall of initiation is prepared. I draw back have a cup of tea sit back down, I close my eyes tired once more. The black door zooms me, pulls me, threatening to open. But the shape of this door refuses to go, like a black king size postage stamp in front of me. I had been told, I had been warned. That the six adepts had arrived waiting for the six chakras to open as well as the black door that will lead me to the absolute. In
the hall of initiation where the logos of earth wait to greet me.
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