White as of the sun in the universe one binding light, as no other is ever to be in glory in power in slow growing peace Absolute in silence, but for a crack. the growing tree our bond is external. Eternal fraternally forever Amen.
Tag: Adam
The Corridor
The corridor for old men. the turnstile could be heard clicking and turning on it’s own after processing the last batch. The halls were empty and echoes enjoyed the etheric freedom for some time.
Days went by the clock between arch columns had a drag in their pedantic tick, a technical time. Monday arrived along with the juntas collator a thousand shuffling feet could be heard, a few protested with meek mouthing. The collator made the junta declaration . “We the dictatorship have decided in appropriate policy of non democracy and one tongue, that the ageing masses are no longer productive, are no longer going to be supported by our regime. You will therefore head for the turnstile at terminus seven and from there on you will proceed and be of dust from that point you will be reformed from your genetic dust to forms a new. We require seven of you to make one new life form. Deputies thereafter will reset the turnstile.
Mason Cult’s Micro World Shop
Mason Cults Micro World Shop. In this stressful worrisome world hardly one human had an escape. yes one could use a multiplex of electric gaming with limited interaction but the truths lay in the fact that we had become overpopulated, germs, infection viruses modern forms of plague en mass . However in his Victorian cellar, a being fresh from an ancient wood. He goes by the name of Mason Cult a metaphysical warrior poet with expertise in ascension to other dimensions and life streams. Mason was fast discovering that to change the human dynamic we had to be able to move into micro world, in his voluminous Victorian cellar such matters were being attended to with the help of cosmic adept Hornet Veste, a research vessel captain from the days of the Antarctic Ascension Pyramid times. Mason and Hornet possessed at least twelve gigantic glass spheres and if one looks close enough you will observe the minute assembly of miniature world being made ready for a new breed of adept ready for ascension there new world being prepared for a collective micro ascension. You must however take note this is at a delicate time in development and in the meantime Mason Cult and Hornet Veste will be setting of and searching for suitable beings to complete a new technical phase in ascension development.
I Desired
In an ever increasing evil world, I desired to be invisible how would I achieve this unique separation. Time my friends would tell, if I blinked a thousand times whilst sat down would I be gone. I sat, I tried too hard but to no avail then I utilised my imagination in breath. I experimented in many and varied parameters my mind working overtime then suddenly and unexplained the molecules of my physical being changed and as in disappearing trails of vapour, I was gone I had left a bit of space in the room for another, and that my earth friends, is how it goes invisible.
Waiting
The healer, did he come for you. Did he make you new?. How did he know it was you that day. Most unexpected random day, random word in the ear. Softly through to your central workings. Waiting for change to happen.