Layers of Life & A Thousand Years Ahead

Layers of life in the shadow lands, past present and some future mix. A dark mist in a ball hangs in front of my eyes. Irritates me, still hours, waiting for it to move, to dark tears of an unseen world, such is desperation for a better day, that thus far is not manifest. I push my hands to part this cloud. To see if there is a clean white one to set me free.

A Thousand Years Ahead

A thousand years ahead I turned up on a beach risen from golden sand and sun id been rolled squeezed tossed raised on a full moon evolution made a double now I know I can go on and there will be someone like me in another thousand years

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.

Mason Cult New Age Master Honest Guv.

Mason had good reason to leave earth, he had been told by the Cosmic Masters that the end for earth was near. Mason had put his mind in a box. Left it for ascension to another life stream where he would after the halls of judgement make a new body upon an undisclosed planet.

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.

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