The specual little egg hill I wonder if it is still there the eggs marked the start of the swinging sixties with psychadelic shells and an odd ribbon unique encapsulation…just rolled as I do, remember them, the colour loved, boiled eggs, boiled dyed in
auric shapes I was never told how to make them like this but wonderous to a young child were they. But remember this exciting things happen to eggs .
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