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Political Rant By Mason Cult.

Subversion the subtle control of the family of man the increase of the isolated family and the demise of real talking communities. It doesn’t rely on the political colour of government.

The Tory government voted in at the recent election is possibly the worst in history and Boris Johnson is only the puppet of masters elsewhere. In recent time there has obviously been a massive increase in population, a lack of housing and facilities high rents, no social housing and spiv private landlords who don’t give a damn about low pay or zero hours contracts, the nuclear families have stopped talking they are on social media revealing themselves, your privacy is protected, but that is nonsense the government are watching, following your every move.

The press are feeding us repeat diets of morbidity and mundane game, shows all good and bad is behind closed doors. Neighbours do not know one another and that is what the government wants, like a siege in evolution if you bang it home enough, it will stick.

Your imaginations will go and with it your mind, citizens you are being subverted this also works well. With a zombie population who are told do the right thing, the thing is impersonal decisive. So many times in life there is no perfect right or wrong life is a mass of grey areas.

Dirty Sandwich.

Dirty sandwich I cannot eat, it will make me die. I never saw who made it, who is it, what are you, inside the rise of salad death. Of meat. I am weak, what happened, oh meat how bereft you are of amino acids. What is your protein chain. A serpent round a helix with wonders to perform.

I Lived As A Seed

The day prior to this one now in history or timeless nothing, I lived as a seed. I felt my growing. I felt a bud to a leaf in my veins. I was thrown about this, all in my ear and nothing else. I felt my fall lightweight to the ground. I was crisp, the dead leaf was I.

A foot I felt, that crunch me down. I was part of it all and someone walked over me. I felt the crunch but I knew before long I would be something else. I heard that and it excited the being within, my karma and I was in journey to another life, dear leaf I made it, I transcended upwards. Will I be dog or cat, or human on the wheel of life.

The Compound

Thousands of restless souls remained in compound at secret locations after death, these were named as restless souls. They moaned but no one could hear them their earth bodies now gone there seemed precious little to hope for seemingly abandoned in the voids of a timeless zone . They all at one time had some form of earth family and sore and sadly was it sensed by them but as promised they would be claimed and saved cubes of white lights could be vision by these lost souls . The restless ones gradually gravitated from this time toward the shimmering cubes an opening door appeared and pure enlightened beings for each cube beckoned each soul gestured for each soul to be drawn in to new enlightenment and on to another life stream.

The Scribe Savant

Commenteno the scribe savant of his time, sooth sayer supreme he asked the sun and of the cosmos what will become of the earth people, so devoid of feeling and sensibilities, why do they elect as masters those that will harm the weak disabled and mentally afflicted. A signal from violet shaft entered Commenteno’s mind a white light gave this message . The people who rule are also weak and empty they have ingratiated themselves with every false prop of material gain forsaking their suffering counterparts.

Your rulers rule as farmers, the weak, will die. but as a result rulers will become weaker and the graves of the weak will have a sweet scent of promise in bloom. Telling those that come will sense Nirvana and feel vibrations of love energy. For the weak and poor have been released of earthly suffering and the master dictators will meet in hell and burn forever by their evil they will have tied themselves to hell forever.