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Mason Cult Religious Rant

There are times when I think religion has stayed around to promote war and wouldn’t dare to question the word of God, the one they could never see but could only hint at what indeed was or is the opium of mind that sets the scene for the carnage of death and destruction how infinitely pathetic is man. So many years ago women were burnt at the stake accused for what was termed the practice of witchcraft, when the persecuted person was probably disabled and poor. I am always fascinated and horrified at how power corrupts, people are manipulated by leaders, many of whom are bullies and ultimate cowards. I think the horrific death of dictators is true Karma, have we the weak and meek found a way to counter this harmful arena.

I think not. In the current times of our existence the reality is grim pure social stratification of the masses A, B, C and on, but one aspect missing is kindness within humanity, the brain washing by government and media is profound, telling us how one should be. This causes harmful shock waves among the young and vulnerable.

Continuous false bench marks to reach out to the body, the vehicle of the mind has lost it’s quest for the insecurity of glamorised apparent perfection which is vivacious and fleeting. The hope factor in this, at this time, is zero. As so much is controlled by the few mostly unseen. Maybe benevolent earth needs a rest from man the overdeveloped animal, maybe it’s time for the gentle green bubble people to be shielded from uncountable horror that has rocked and shocked what started out as innocence at birth. On a blank canvas not yet written.

Politics Oh Politics…Sigh.

Politics and the answers you will never find especially in the days of the now; why because the egos are at play the root of the personal and self aggrandisement. It is also an Arena where key players at any level must have money and the means, universities are a mixing ground where idealism is blind to the pragmatic facts. Most of whom change their views when reality bites. Yes there does need to be ground level meeting hall debates, because you’ll never find the dustman at the middle class community engagement forums. So the return at some point of tub thumping meetings, revolving around poor housing, bad private landlords and bedroom tax, but not sneaky social media which is falling over itself, as Mark Zuckerberg will be finding out to his cost sooner or later.

The Struggle To Be Born

The discolouration of innocence, from the struggle to be born. To the first breath taken you are aware, or otherwise you made it through the life stream. Who you become others will discover. In the meantime you have to cope with your emerging surroundings much stands before me.

For many earth years conversation is babble, that of the adult. They are supposed to be my guardians for my struggling emergence into what evolves, into a bear pit of woes and foes, sponsored by ignorance of the parents, determined to surpass one another in political institutions of hierarchy.

This whilst the truth of the wind passes change through all. I emerge discovering god gilt edged promises of everyone under the sun. My son is or will be equal. The innocence of this journey is broken up in terms of minds and flesh perish as potentials of innocence, either flower fresh in the morning, but withered by the sun’s power at the end of the day. .

A Poetry Round Up & Political Rant From Mason Cult Poetry Master.

Kernel Love

Kernel love ready to play its glory to follow without price in nature proliferate and filter around the world, it isn’t love but a feeling that travels faster than light. For it is what it is, love that and learn the knowledge from the kernels of time.

A Wonderful Journey

A wonderful journey back to innocence, I bet most would want to if they could, sweep the jigsaw away. For there was no plan you were caught up in, many times you tried to break free and wondered how did I get here.

I’m old and need to go back, it has gone too far, desperately trying to feel the freshness of another time, away from a breeding ground. That just made trouble, as millions upon millions wonder why and what there is. Start again go to God, he is waiting within, with another time frame for an answer.

Brexit Grrrrr

So there is a future scenario whereby the doors are closed to the Brits, Brexit has by now found its way through. The only trading partners Britain has is the old trusty commonwealth outposts. Along comes world war three with whoever… let’s face it it’s not known who this war will be with and the Brits are trading far away. The merchant men of the last war were tragic and easy targets for the enemy so wouldn’t it be wise to stay in Europe.

As for the DWP Double Grrrrr

The Department of Work and Pensions must depart from their outdated policies for all claimants. I cannot believe that the Draconian measures and sanction to job seekers have any effect but that of misery, illness followed by death and destruction.

If this government knew anything about life for the zero hours workers on low pay they would need to bring in real social housing to stop homelessness from being a recurring feature of instability. Get real you Tories, not everyone wants to get tied in false inflation courtesy of the falsely inflated property market, that needs to keep up the facade and self delusion of the so called homeowners.

The Tories need to attend a dignity and respect course similar to that of black lives matter. But most of all I fear the tabloids have ruined the judgement capabilities of the once honourable termed working class, they have been taken in by the Homer Simpson facade of Boris Johnston and company. Which concludes me to believe that the country never learns whilst reading the shit stirrings of purple tabloid journalism.

The broadsheets are not any better used as a sounding board for showing off the intellectual prowess of newly anointed key journalists, most who have come from backgrounds that never starved.

Dominic Cummings Triple Grrrrr

There will be no victory for Dominic Cummings the arrogance is baffling indeed, but I will tell you what will stop them all in their tracks and it will also stop all local authorities in there tracks also. It is simple, the population of this country is too high and even with security cameras, much is not seen anyway, we are already a police state. Covid 19 has only made governance of a country more difficult by the day and all the posturing in the world will not satisfy the deeper analysis that is required to repair, if at all possible the iniquitous state of now. Any amount of road and house building in an already crowded island, will put matters right and it will only serve to destroy an already damaged environment.

The White Flower

The white flower bloomed in a room every day, timeless, never worn and fresh for each time the sun rose. I remember you, an eternity in remembrance, time heals this will last. Setting to waste all layers of foes once encountered upon mortal plains. Love the energy, lives forever on the plains of heaven. Minds hurt, how deep this goes. Push away the evil occupiers of centuries, turned to dust by tortuous evil-doers. As evil is banned from our white rooms, this white everlasting lotus flower, with the scent of renewed eternity resides evermore.

The Aliens Are Here Again.

A frequency monitor enters my mind on timed settings, almost hypnotic, it pressures up in dense living pulses, from outer world. Feeding my mind, I sit as of this moment soothed, by this smooth transistor from space. A face with dark ovoid eyes pays me a visiting scan passing me, in assessment. But don’t worry the signal is weakening, it will go and the remainder of the day will not be interrupted until the next time.

Oh The Mind Of Laidlaw, We Wonder.

You would never believe what water droplets on flat glass reveal, not a trick in this I assure you. All the glass is flat and light is beneath. Not unusual many fingertips imprint upon this. Top light shines flatly through. I glance downward and an incredible arrangements of domed fingerprint swirls emerge. Defined little orbs of lives, risen and marked in life patterns. Somehow unique to all who live and all that have lived. A unique reminder of our mostly hidden transient life on earth, maybe it is a record for some higher warden of God mapping all.

Laidlaw is Wandering Outside A Cathedral Whatever Next.

Cathedral trees looking upward, survivors of times they cannot hide, in a world gone cold. Survivors arrive with chattering jaws and teeth and folded arms. The best axe men go forward one by one, this green avenue of cathedral trees, exposed. Now fires burn in day and night, in a country virus ridden, clouds black and heavy from the hidden craft, that moves along a line and slips away to report to masters far away, beyond the sight of all others, to world that watches affairs of men in silence. Ready for…

To Be

How did the spirits find their way home from thousands of years in disunity, a collective point to reconcile your groups souls. With the other souls a spirit of unity in family lines, are we better, or have we made better struggles, that went before. From the once shorter lives to the medically inspired extensions of lives. Now given more time to reflect, but in some ways over extend our blip of time upon earth.

I’ve always looked to the dense low pulse of the galaxy, beyond the atmosphere a little bit further than I can go. Whilst looking up in awe, but I don’t feel lost.

For we are part of this good, in stillness I feel gravity in touch with my span of conscious. Time, I can’t believe how quickly from birth to our now it is. Where are we going I think of the term relative and how constricting, it is you are me as I am me and yet be still and know I am God, from a divine energy we crawl grow and go back to source in many lives to be. whether we are a grain of sand or a human being to be, we are creation we are one.