I Had Never & Army of the Outfall & Dr Mason

Many years passed in our conventional world’s and time was near for what became known as the great unlocking I was instructed through the deepest of meditations to reach out to one of the universal portals where I was to mentally connect with those travelling a similar path.

I had never in my short life of travel had knowledge of these others, so refreshed I would be by this awakening that my nervous system tingled aloud to me, In the strangest of ways, it was almost an anticipation of living forever which I was scared and sceptical about .

But on an evening of the brightest star ever seen, several white glow domes approached in a line before our group of mediators each portal opening drawing what would be new incumbents of a new dawn, drawn to transformation by powerful meditations. Crown chakras were definitely growing and glowing above our auras and our perception levels arose beyond our imagination, beings were being taken by cosmic Adepts. We were not of earth blood anymore and the journey to the new life streams had begun to call this heaven.

Army of the Outfall

Army of the outfall wrath of society that is dead if not rotton to the core deep within the veins of man in in the last century voiceless legless and armless earth absorbs the god head in the in the form of sun and it’s magnetic intervention the last days of earth , funny isn’t it earth isn’t aware we are on it she doesn’t grumble but does react like the atom man altered for destruction .Though the time is poised we are again nearing the edge of destruction before the void appears that man will never breach again to survive as he has always managed to do but this time he me and you that is will be gone and with that any sense of importance with it back to the swirling god’s in the nebular we will go waiting for absolutes direction earth will have a notional sense of release from our destruction.

Dr Mason

Dr Mason, will see you now part of the plot you see. Dr Mason isn’t a Doctor you see, not in the general term of meaning. Dr Mason is one of many and many more working in the national bubble information trawler and twister attempting to put the average person into a panic, twisted sworn to secrecy and oath Dr Mason knows of the plot and the plan but it is worth more than his own life and time.

The world of secrets is drawing the gullible along a path of possibly no return and the final NHS record for millions, nothing since the days of the third Reich has such a secret plan been juggled into action. Dr Mason is only part of it as there many more Dr Masons involved. What we are desperately waiting for is one to break rank so we can start to breath once more and find our voices in what is supposed to be a democracy of sorts. Followed by a public enquiry and and the vast swamp of lodge politicians then brought to trial for misleading a country amidst the web of Corona virus pandemic panic. Dr Mason by the way retired.

A Rumble

There is a rumble deep in outer space, in anger it amasses nothing else is known, it is for now trapped and there exists anger that cannot be revealed. At this moment man is so ignorant trying to save himself like every living thing. He and IT, fear death but we cannot stop fear and God is a difficult concept not seen but at the same time all around in random action. Known as the work of God but every day now if you listen in a quiet moment you will detect this deep rumble, the remixing of atoms has begun we just wait for the vaporising white light and all will be gone again but this time no evidence remains.

In Wind

In wind, in pockets of wind, it comes in clouds, in fluffy clouds, it comes, spores, seeds, pellets of doom. Blown by wind to a stop, on a calm day, in a calm way. We are not liked down here down there and everywhere it comes glancing, dancing about your face. Pushed deep and upward to your brain a virus of many disturbing disturbances with nothing else to do. Self mutating and proliferating, postulating for the storm the tsunami, the mother of darker evolution from the clouds mouths open and blowing.

Mason Cult Poems For The Modern Hell The Ideal Xmas Pressie.

The mind of maverick poet Mason Cult, grappling the hell of modern living, poetic despair and deep thinking. Mason at his most difficult and reflective moods in his fourth poetry book from the Peoples Republic of Yorkshire. Feel the anger as Mason battles against modern life or the modern hell of living as he often calls it. No matter how stressful life gets there is always time for poetry.

May Of Africa A Political Rant.

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It is now May of Africa forsaking the intelligent agendas and concerns of Brussels, Mrs May prefers to seek trade with countries that have appalling human rights records including genocide to name one. BRITAIN has been trading with the continent of Africa for centuries, the pitfalls are known already to most, Mrs May is looking for a pleasant Brevity but there isn’t one and I have this feeling this woman  and her chums will keep this economy going even if this mean concessions for people coming from all over this world, especially in the ares of housing and opening the gates to more foreign people swelling an already overcrowded country such as Britain. So watch this space. Trade with other countries respectfully but don’t make big waves of trading more exclusively with Africa British people don’t want to lose their identity we have had year on year of this we can’t even house people in this country as it is in the year 2018,

What Remains

The legacy of a strong presence, it had been a long time since we had visited a cottage called Cold Place, mud and dust, global spider webs over objects abounded the key turned a faltering mechanism.

A soft creaky push opened the door so heavy it had momentum of it’s own we lit ancient scented candles as we weaved through a cobweb  menagerie of damp furniture toward two gentlemanly high back chairs that faced one another in gloom, with a black leaded fireplace we both sat cold in bold dampness but all the while a buzzing was a niggling away at our senses, profound as if some inevitable awakening was coming to greet us and it did, the fire combusted to life wind broke through, dry rot window frames all that was damp unfurled itself. Dry cobwebs blew sucked by a moving internal vortex the family wished us back.

Lets Tear Into The Sky

Lets tear into the sky what we got… a new life or a bloody big drop going up there gave me nothing, So I fell down again like love and despair tearing through the sheets of clouds I thought I could stay up there never to come down, where the angry voices and the dark corners coped with all that is hidden within us all, a world now in despair among the ruins of man.

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