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Back Upon The Beach

Back upon the beach from once I came the shifting grains of sand brought by the gravitates of eternal tides, the drum of a wave reminds me of all sound and the voices of all beings. Beyond my rational senses the casts from the shadows of beings, that used to be here upon earth from periodic times. Now changing again within the veil of cloaks to be still when the tide goes out, set for awhile of the daily imaginations of temporary living man and woman.

Colour.

One colour to go and we arrived the pure white light was now visible from our dimple of a hill in the wilderness reassured was our group that something or someone was waiting on the other side of the blackness we have endured for years rejoice i shouted can you feel the love from this light heading toward us i also hear trumpets Auric Beacon trumpets heralding a new realm of our senses above and beyond our own sense of time revelations will come to all who take in the wondrous acceptance of this purity behold it will soon become and salvation to all lies there within this cloud that isnt a cloud floating with other white clouds soon to welcome us stood upon this hill of hope looking upward rejoice rejoice.

The Meek Knight.

The meek knight sits in his noble high back chair, his shield rests against the smooth stone facing on the castle wall. A fire stands alight with flames higher than hell, he is hidden in this castle basement. Hidden from the crusade the gold of his shield, a standing lion appears as if animated facing this knight. A goblet full of bodied wine the knight does grip he did not take part in the religious battle this day. He thought of the men killed, succumbing to death belief and parchment. False religious reasoning all under one sky upon earth to divide and conquer, but today our knight is on strike tired of the battle.

One Colour To Go

One colour to go and we arrived, the pure white light was now visible from our dimple of a hill in the wilderness. Reassured was our group that something or someone was waiting on the other side of the blackness. We have endured for years. Rejoice I shouted can you feel the love from this light heading toward, us I also hear trumpets Auric Beacon trumpets, heralding a new realm of our senses above and beyond our own sense of time revelations will come to all who take in the wondrous acceptance of this purity behold it will soon become and salvation to all lies there within this cloud that isn’t a cloud floating with other white clouds soon to welcome us stood upon this hill of hope looking upward rejoice rejoice.

Oh God

Oh God of Astral Plane we want to know of you, we need more clues for now, in the now we are desperate. Indeed salvation is asked for in the burden of confusions and our misdeeds. We are out of control, we sit tight at night waiting for we are without hope, as the bad air creeps.

Boc Hondo An Atomic Arrival

On a cold winters day sometime ago on a curve upon the surface of earth a cosmic wheel full of colourful atoms spun to the ground…

If I…

If I am re-incarnated as a cat I will sleep upon cord jackets, I have now seen in my human life thus far the comfort and peace within the cat, two on one cord jacket curled in a mystic harmony and at the end of my time if I return as a cat trapped as I may feel in my new clothes I will curl on that cord jacket oh the calm

I Cry For The Celeb.

Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you happy, but somehow does the business, whilst I sit with my ugly self-imposed version of doom

Pluto The Flat Cat That Went Splat.

An epitaph to the feline friend of Mason Cult.

Stone cats in the sun will they ever live again, feral destiny was never good my squashed cat friend has expired. His short coil now ended abandoned flat and no more, now his coat is his, all his soul has sped away.

We noted him, we will try to remember him, but I sense we will all be stiff one day. Our thoughts will be as rigid as our bodies it a price we pay for gods gift short or long, that is mortality for Pluto the tomcat he is dead.

Tickets To The Parallel Universe

Tickets to the parallel universe we’ve all had those moments, you know the ones you may go to bed for to rest awake and drift off, but it is not a dream, for you are somewhere else not a frightening place for you are not quite there yet.

Is it the future or could it be the past you get caught up in five hundred years ago or it could be a distant time it is all to play for as the gateway to other worlds swirls in your head.

So you go back to a time talking to your friend near an open fire in the cottage, your friend says “have you ever thought sitting here with me that another world is running along side ours, people sit, go about business in blissful ignorance of us in a parallel world, perhaps we are sat in a car park and who knows perhaps we occasionally see each other in matrix type glitches. It really could be a crowded place and maybe we should not know about this aspect of our creation, perhaps the creator has played out an enduring mystery. It may frighten us and them and compromise our thoughts in current existence.”

Will we open up the door or should I return to the sleep and think of where this may take me.

Dreams are often confusing and I have always wondered why anyone would use them as a basis to place any wish upon.

What exactly was happening in the room me and my friend sat in, is the past in operation or has the future commissioned itself, is it flowing by control from a giant computer like in the matrix, but one cannot see it, the carpet of human beings upon earth just a phenomena without cause or reason to be solely determined in progress by the multiple mistakes of mankind.

This could leave the impression that there are many earths existing somewhere else in different stages of development. But how do we access or enter the unknown of the parallel universe, we learn to let it into our minds and that means we must have a preview of how to engage the correct orbit. So we must utilise the inner tunnels of our minds unknowingly perhaps we are entangled with those from the parallel world.

The theory goes that as the Lord made the world in seven days you have seven inner orbits within your mind indicating several different worlds at various different development stages in their own time and histories. You are in the one you exist in currently and there could other you’s tall you, small you, different colour you, different times and lives all acting in unity with a divine will to sample all of what it has created in all variants.

In very infrequent cases you may be sat in a room in a relaxed semi conscious state, where you are aware something is going on in that room, will you push your hand forward and feel the other side, will the other you see you, will you greet each other or will the other you look in shock that a twin in another world peers inwards, the creator plays a strange game of dice for sure. Tickets to the parallel universe on sale soon.

Multiverse The Case For Parallel Universe