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Mason Has Made A Housing Application For Mars.

Well the time had come things were pretty busy on earth i needed more space, so I paid a visit to the interplanetary housing office, I duly sat down and filled in the application form the housing officer was dressed in a cosmic crystal suit, told me there was nothing really available due to interference and the only vacancy was upon the sun at a higher vibratory level.

Considering this was my sixth incarnation upon earth I had this one last opportunity to see the light, so after one more night upon earth I prepared myself and drew my mind into my mental vacuum and drew on my prana energy through the Christ centre and it was chakras away I am with the Son of God the next day .

What I know About Death

Makes us desperate as the clock races from day to day. Round like the globe is earth a time sphere with doubtful eternity, so many children not made from love, but innocent are they, prey to the evils that circle like vultures we have so much of ourselves and want more this word love how cheap is it upon life.

What They Do Say…

I am not bothered what people say or do, but what they do say tells me something about them. Let them live in the world as it is not my world. I am at distance to all navigating to the shore, where there is a corner to breath, a thought to relax nothing, is ideal it never has been, in a world crowded with expectations never met, as we count in conscience unavoidable and often spiritually fruitless hours trying to keep our sadness at bay.

Prancing In The Brexit Gnome Garden With Mason

Diffy Juff and the gnome garden parliament, keeping guard on the garden bordered in the war of the Devic Kingdom, at number fifty four elf street, small battles have big mirrors. But the battles are soft and the only property to fight over is a cluster of grey mushrooms and a concrete seat with wooden slats and a pixie council meeting at toadstool lodge. Democracy never looked so sweet.

Travel as a Naked Mind.

Travel as a naked mind in an unforgiving world of hate and greed, in humble disposition to greet those who cannot understand of my reason to exist. We are lite upon the surface but we are irrelevant and I am afraid, the world knows us not for we are, grazers in a round of experiments. The master is taking a break till the next round.