Human hands in ghostly white pushing into purity the walls of white drew me into the hall of initiation, in the oblong pod of a room, in the heart of the living ancient forest white has descended upon the discarnate realms of evil. Earth in all dimensions took a breath of panic as white pods were descending upon all parts of Gaia, as snowflakes in compliant crystal forms. Millions dropped on cold and bitter nights, whilst above a galaxy of infinity gave way to the lord of divinity. Those upon Gaia who walked there way to the glowing white pods were to be invoked and saved in final moments upon imploding earth. Evacuation through the purity of the alien pods had begun and to be sure of being saved, in the top of every pod there infused a glowing golden cross .
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