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Not Quite a Voice & Loneliness is not Death. Plus a short Ode…

Not Quite a Voice.

It’s not quite a voice but a sound struggling to be heard of that I am sure, in messages not understood as yet but stronger and louder it becomes as in knowledge to arrive at a point to be understood. I say the words humans are not wanted on earth, now struggling earth college has finished. We must die and leave make great way for incarnation unknown for now there is but a wind till change occurs.

Loneliness is not Death.

Loneliness is not death, as death is not loneliness. Fragile we fall apart in time, those we love drifting three sixty, slowly in disharmony hands apart around we go. Staring into blank space I will lead you by the hand and look for eternity. Destiny is another place an unknown menu as yet.

It Wanders Still.

I came here a little, saw a little and then I went as millions before, with a little pain and a little fuss I vanished yet I know myself it wanders still.

Imposter

Impostor the parasite in a world of hosts impostor sat upon another’s chair the vague cell visiting, I’m no ones friend though, my father above is unique he didn’t birth on earth the impostor was never wanted, his personality of truths never wanted. But impostor sampled earth man vagaries and took them back to the master in galaxies above earth would now be left to die 21st century style in hell made of ignorance upon evil earth and vanities of the possessed and the various vivacious multitude of peccadillo.

Naked Alien

It’s hard to be a naked alien when you glow as much as I do constant velocity and friction in a grinding vortex, wheel under a cosmic lid of limitation under a ring pass, not now eroding letting the Lords of Saturn, under a blinding glory of golden light. energy of constant evolution changing the models on earth, conscious not abiding in terror we travel running from land to land in disasters and man’s imperfection.

A Selection of Poems From Mason Cult

Vortex

Vortex theatre of life spinning to the lords of adaptions in creative vibrations, my friend whispered to me there’s a strong breeze upon the morrow and the river snakes another way, waters sink to fibres and parchment tree bark is tight leaves appear to pose in thirst a sky glows and pulses, hot streams fly in abandon of purpose as life was in evolution’s.

Wake, no careful hands are seen poking down and holding life together, scattered beings whose technology was now an enemy and subverted by the lords of change; Earth you were warned of this and signs for years prodded those with thought, my friends if you hear me the invasion is nigh but how will you prosper when you are bereft and alone as naked as a moment in the garden of Eden .

Shadow Shifters.

Grey shadow shifters all around us, sweeping grey gazes come from nothing, flock of birds so fast and vast correlation ensues chase and chase, desperate emotions pulling loved ones to your head, capture, keep, never let go. Hold tightly run away again with them just as a wind doth blow all o’er land and concerns so to you in senseless currents. Oh god of all where do we go holding on in sweet emotional teardrops, as back to the fibres of earth entangled we go.

Sadness Within Our Minds.

We are faulty species with sadness within our minds, we cannot stop filling spaces within us. It is not love that makes this so, to manage as cattle unruly wandering species upon an unknowing earth, that bares us as a feather living and dying on a thin crust with weight beneath pressure and gravity. Slowly turning as if to ache in the great silence of cosmic abandon that freely changes it’s infinite pattern to a now abandoned plan. So exhausted by the creation in hibernation, cosmic masters rest to return and right the wrongs of plans that placed a faulty model of what is known on earth. As man my brothers, there is a mission to move into the light of restitution an absolute of all seeing mind in the new eye of Horus let the winds blow my lonely servants.

Sadness Beyond…

Sadness beyond your ever beliefs in what we will never know, the consuming of one’s heart in disasters on emotional rich terse scales and maps visions, and sounds in haunting boom divorced for deliverance in the hills, sound wave fault lines in the crying groaning earth bang to boom so much your ears died music will never cover this sound as it is all sound the beginning and the end.

Waking For A Sunrise

One more waking for a sunrise I see my god rise beyond the tangible mind what will grow will I go what will happen upon that day consciousness is matter of impression as I stand facing fears and foes on the journey of escape and a Horizon that know one ever crosses or dares to believe beyond is different from the now.

Love Is An Energy

Love is an energy not emotional diversion without energy love would die and the great cause would cease in the quest for a prescribed feeling. You bear the fruits of devotion well in life’s uneven diversions that dance upon hard straight board dusty and dry til chakras petals bloom in line incumbents of these unknowingly are we.

I Plant The Seeds

I plant the seeds where ever I go, on verge in field upon hillside and mountainside, in my death these trees planted will not diminish as they are hidden in the secret valley of time where all angry violent people are forbidden. No monetary plan will attract wrong thought on land in God’s eternal reservation where wild beasts and foul roam in predatory fashion and all is balanced by nature within and above an exclusive sky given to the meek in order to recover from bruising of evil as god promised. You are now safe and remain in protective auras of the sun god of all life eternal.

So smile share the world with that one as broad as the breadth of mother earth as sunny as a dawning day giving birth to showering energies cast over us all in the hope some would shine through altering the course of human beings turning the tide with the highest moon pulling hate and disease away from terrace gone rogue.

Why

Why wouldn’t you preserve love in a lake so big you would love to drown in it the shimmering light of a sun upon the deep waters of mystery as it is known to you and all that surrounds you pin dust existence are we all our significance in conciosness while a beating heart survives to keep a mind alive.

Mind Enlightened

Mind enlightened, alighting in white fear glowing in auras abound in solid state receptors listen and broadcast at large on the long journey to cosmic ascension we will be free for what forever is cosmic consciousness super vacuum pineal gland accentuated vertical vortex take us to our universe for our final initiation A.U.M in creation preservation transmigration.

Saturn

Slowly to my eyes came a new sky in the middle of a ferocious storm a mile or more high a vortex opened, at first spinning and gradually coming to a halt then a deathly silence ensued down to my bones. I was chilled to zero tilting again with an abrupt news to a fault multitudes, of pinhole astral beams spun downward. Within the specified radius to the earth they brightly spun. The earth nature equivalent of a tree seed thump, swish pods planted, uniform pods, all tall in luminous auric splendour. Transfixed and poll axed. I was fixated to this distant point I was not going to move for sure for what I might indeed miss. Upon minutes that rolled and shuttered like a science movie many of which I had perused, it came to pass that slowly the seems of the vertical luminous pods slowly cracked like a vertical earthquake. The power. I felt at a distance emerging and colours with former emerged in ethereal landscape, new beings of a species thus far unknown but why is it, I the esoteric mason cult the only earth model to witness this Saturn.