The Fleacannox and his country cousin The Feluka they are bad atoms of energy formed upon earth by cosmic scientists in the year AD 1995 dark angels you could say with the minds of scientists and the bodies of teenagers with the wings of a hybrid bat with matt grey wings they live in recess all perfect upon any rooftop or chimney stack at odd angles blending as best they know how in subtlety .The years now moved on to 2070..just press play for more.
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Through the Unseen & Cosmos
Through The Unseen
Through the unseen ether, through the tendrils also known as astral light, came the alien sneaking, snaking down, four feet tall. Swift as a woodland squirrel, he was off to gather up at his rendezvous, deep in a remote wood off the grid, mother had gone in the big silver craft back to Saturn to fetch a new master of substance.
Kosmos
Kosmos of characters from the depths of mans imagination if not true then mankind is deceiving itself and therefore man must be be wild and random and that evolution has fashioned its beliefs out from the thinnest of airs
If Not To Be Seen
If not to be seen then there are no temptations, they like sin will avoid you look the other way and rejoice. For you are on your journey back to purity, white light, gold spheres a sense of song returns. I don’t have to hurt another neither with emotion or physicality. I will not judge for I too am imperfect and trying to escape discarnate clutches of evil motives, that surround our waking moments. Stop in silence and impart of all your love energy and gently wait for gentle essences beyond the unseen ether.
To The Empty Space
To the empty space in wind I shout. I hear nothing returned, I am lost, I listen some more, the pain of nothing returns. I am with voices sealed in my head and vivid sight. Special days, just one part of it would bare the fruits of fine thoughts. For those I care for, but the wind returns I hear hardly anything but the clack of Canada Geese going home, or dry leaves of autumn drying dead and shedding down, then once more no voice’s we are alone.
Mason Cult’s First Radio Interview
Mason Cult is a poet and social justice warrior, here he chats for the first time about his poetry and venture into the world of science fiction.
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 to a new beginning..