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.

Admiration For A Smile

Admiration for a smile note, it is fleeting and not understood. I hear a cry most of us are glum for it fits our time we have fewer lines on our faces, it helps us look good, when we are old. It helps the state knowing that they know we are doing the right thing. Meanwhile behind closed doors, depressions hit like multiple mallets to the mind. You look in the mirror but you are the same changeless person. As in yesterday and probably tomorrow a secret tide will return with happy faces riding the surf. Imagine that world coming toward you in refreshing cleansing alarm and sound, manic laughter from mouth to ears. Washing away doubt in a cool breeze, a tonic to the systems, now worn out under suppression from the evils of our time.

Political Rant Mason Cult

Time for the rooting out of the political doctors, yes the GP’s who are enmeshed within one political party or another parties policies and mantra. This is especially true of those with hidden mental health conditions, but with a long history of treatment after the pandemic subsides, these will be the ones who will fail and I believe strongly that many a lead GP is somehow pay rolled into the machine of misunderstanding and discrimination, watch this space and start thinking about this people it is happening.

Do please listen here of this, the British Tory government have suggested life might get back to normal by June. If these tests are carried out, but I find this creepy there are many opinions.  Firstly we all carry something mild or severe, the creepy side to this is that of state control in your life, what indeed will happen if thousands test the wrong way with no symptoms, are they you, me, and are we all going to be carted away to die and then just become statisticians calculus,

In the deaths broadcast, think about this and ask yourself what exactly is going on here, at this moment in time, such confinement, but the pot is boiling and  the Tories are risking the pot blowing up. I suggest to the people of this country don’t be so lapdog ask questions, the more that do means an answer from derisive dishonest MPs and remember please do that, before lock down kicked in the Tories agenda was  cuts to everything to them austerity is never over and I ask honestly when it comes to vaccines shall we follow the money.

Because this government should not be issuing threats to often vulnerable humans on general TV that they should be expecting to lose loved ones.  It is in bad taste and morally wrong to do so.

In a general sense we are all vulnerable, they have already bashed the poor for as many years as I can remember, nasty, nasty, people I believe that the death count is more related to an increased death rate due to mixed human illnesses and is being twisted for the purpose of totalitarian rule and easy to identify segregation certainly those in villages with mortgage breaks look like their have the life of Riley.

A Divided Nation We Stand & What Is A Brit ?

Much as we are a divided nation before the virus dug itself into the populace, the aftershock will be that of a much more divided nation, We’ve all done mass participation at sometime or or another without knowing who the hell your standing next to. We’ve travelled the world eaten and drank of its many delights, fornicated to profusion, and diluted the many cultures into vague pastel shades, and most want to be twenty first century celebs. But it is all at a cost, this has made cultural (racial identity) a blur. The old racial stereotypes are going fast and racism should be gone, but alas it has not. The media also paints idealistic nonsense of how folk get on, and very often you will find countries a closed shop. Identities contained in one street so post virus time, it remains an unanswered question are we more divided than you think or will street frictional atmosphere light like fires, posing more questions than answers.

What Is A Brit

The Brit is your friend in the pub, was he in the SAS, or Para, the Navy or Air Force, he is your drinking buddy, ship them all out and vote Brexit he said, appears to give a shit about his buddies but yet is self, self, self, all the way. Oh you know him, We all do.

What is a Brit he or she is a thug, without road paint, he plans war from the Thatcher inspired solitary have and have not society, he has virtual friends because he can’t be arsed to talk.

So Brit will have to cheep, is he that knows not his brother’s name, no name, for he knows when saving the stranger or neighbour at war, every opportunity for sex is on Tinder, millions of thoughtless encounters for he is a Brit. An unfortunate product of media politic control, someone who can’t laugh with his next door neighbour for fear his neighbours property will diminish, the value his own abode, we are a cheap shitty excuse for a so called society here are the Brits god help us all, we are all mates I think not.

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