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Back Upon The Beach

Back upon the beach from once I came the shifting grains of sand brought by the gravitates of eternal tides, the drum of a wave reminds me of all sound and the voices of all beings. Beyond my rational senses the casts from the shadows of beings, that used to be here upon earth from periodic times. Now changing again within the veil of cloaks to be still when the tide goes out, set for awhile of the daily imaginations of temporary living man and woman.

Colour.


One colour to go and we arrived the pure white light was now visible from our dimple of a hill in the wilderness reassured was our group that something or someone was waiting on the other side of the blackness we have endured for years rejoice i shouted can you feel the love from this light heading toward us i also hear trumpets Auric Beacon trumpets heralding a new realm of our senses above and beyond our own sense of time revelations will come to all who take in the wondrous acceptance of this purity behold it will soon become and salvation to all lies there within this cloud that isnt a cloud floating with other white clouds soon to welcome us stood upon this hill of hope looking upward rejoice rejoice.

The Meek Knight.

The meek knight sits in his noble high back chair, his shield rests against the smooth stone facing on the castle wall. A fire stands alight with flames higher than hell, he is hidden in this castle basement. Hidden from the crusade the gold of his shield, a standing lion appears as if animated facing this knight. A goblet full of bodied wine the knight does grip he did not take part in the religious battle this day. He thought of the men killed, succumbing to death belief and parchment. False religious reasoning all under one sky upon earth to divide and conquer, but today our knight is on strike tired of the battle.

One Colour To Go

One colour to go and we arrived, the pure white light was now visible from our dimple of a hill in the wilderness. Reassured was our group that something or someone was waiting on the other side of the blackness. We have endured for years. Rejoice I shouted can you feel the love from this light heading toward, us I also hear trumpets Auric Beacon trumpets, heralding a new realm of our senses above and beyond our own sense of time revelations will come to all who take in the wondrous acceptance of this purity behold it will soon become and salvation to all lies there within this cloud that isn’t a cloud floating with other white clouds soon to welcome us stood upon this hill of hope looking upward rejoice rejoice.

Oh God

Oh God of Astral Plane we want to know of you, we need more clues for now, in the now we are desperate. Indeed salvation is asked for in the burden of confusions and our misdeeds. We are out of control, we sit tight at night waiting for we are without hope, as the bad air creeps.

Boc Hondo An Atomic Arrival

On a cold winters day sometime ago on a curve upon the surface of earth a cosmic wheel full of colourful atoms spun to the ground…

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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