Raw pure and simple that is all we should be, trust forgiveness foregoing our worldly desires more than ever now as sadness’s of the unknown stalk our every waking moment from the mouths of babes to beyond the last gasp.
Run for the blue lights like the fly above the trees to a rocky outcrop in the distance there they will gather and spin down to the ground, to mark yet another visit from the master a time to chisel his name, another holy place has been found this day and new pilgrims will surely follow. It is said, it is said, mark this time for all time. I see blue lights disappearing it is done.
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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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