Tag: Paranormal

Many Years Ago & Uneven Town

Many years ago I attended a Unite course in Leeds. I was shocked at how individualised suppose Socialists were, no comradeship interaction, by this time I realised Thatcher had done her job it was turning people away from collective thought and into pale Tories this I believe was through the right to buy. Ascending prices, extra money on the back of false speculation upon houses, was turning the working class man into a monster. I find the attitudes mind boggling as we all die and unless one is an ascended master or adept little else . So the human state is to blame and unless man rids himself of petty difference he will never be any more a friend to his fellow human. Man will be forever this grasping monster on the back of increasing dystopia and wanton melancholy, let the idealism talk again, in meeting rooms and other amenable venues but will this return, is the world making fat too much of electronic communications,  Mason Cult The Warrior poet and Amateur Metaphysics Writer

Uneven Town

The uneven Town however you walk it is always up, but its a long way down, you think you’ve arrived but you never know where you are and not a soul speaks a glance is all it takes all walking to the ascension Temple.

Ten Feet Down

Ten feet down that is where I was as if pushing against a solid mass, I remembered daylight and the first breaths of that day. I was an adult and therefore I appreciated the special form that of living and breathing seeing and hearing touch taste and the rest. I speculated on, came by upon, random experiences however I knew the end was near as I began to hear trees grow and followed the yearly cycle. In a short space of time and in order to summon my rebirth,  so in essence I had to die, this meant that I was now with the hidden ones pushing through to what are known as the chambers of dissolution, and at this moment I was struggling to get through. So I pushed and pushed clawed and ate soil with moisture, dripping down cracks in the strata, the soil eventually fell from a hole I made, and poking at my fearful eyes was a sun. An eternal sun, I fell out from the hole I had made struggling to stand up. Soil fell from what seemed to be a new body I was half grown up. I had entered a new life stream from the mass, I had struggled to relieve myself from. I looked up to the sun and below the clouds evaporated and washed my face I felt my face and said to myself I am new, just walk to the new dawn.

Why

I don’t play the game, so it leaves me lonely I feel the greed, so I leave it alone. Monsters are growing, they seem to be as usual, known as humans, cosmic masters are ready, a time will arrive. A germ will develop to curb the human of it’s destructive ways I’ve no idea why we are called civilisation. When we beat one another down, so I wait to go. I find a path where no one goes, I climb, there is a bend in the road and a stone platform.

Ready, elevated, I stand upon this. There are ten minutes to shut my eyes I think of so called society and what it has done to families to root them in poverty, now I must breath in rhythm and close my eyes, the white light comes. A masters call, silent the wind desists. I am ready a shaft of light impregnates, my whole I’m enveloped by auric violet that is my pod, a golden disc rests above my head I am told to go others will follow, we are now done with earth, say goodbye.

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.

New Merchandise Section For Mason Cult

Dear Poem Lover,

I am pleased to announce Ikon Gallery are launching a new merchandise section, that has my art on clocks and bags etc, they make a novel gift for the Mason Cult fan base.

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Yours in poetic bliss…

Mason Cult

 

 

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