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Mason Cult A Short Sci Fi Story Part 1.

Two hundred sixty foot diameter discs semi submerged were presenting themselves in the valleys of Mars, resting from the mother craft waiting for instruction from The Lords of Saturn.

Two hundred sixty foot diameter discs semi submerged were presenting themselves in the valleys of Mars, resting from the mother craft waiting for instruction from The Lords of Saturn, now sitting at the Mars interplanetary council.  The Venusian master a witness in attendance.

There was chaos upon planet earth a time of many atoms had arrived Mason Cult had been summoned to the brown planet he was to rendezvous with Boc Hondo and his outcasts there was to be a meeting with a framework timetable for intervention to once again save planet earth.

It was not to be allowed to go the same way as planet Maldek which had been floating dead for thousands of years near the milky way, all life gone. BOC Hondo and his outcasts had been rested when the Venusian master summoned them for instruction on the hillside quarters of Mars at the interplanetary council to discuss planet earth dilemmas.

Mason Cult and BOC were informed that the original pass knot around planet earth (ozone layer) had been damaged and nearly beyond repair this coupled with warring atomic nations had made earth rescue a priority of magnitude.

The two hundred discs in the valleys of Mars were now agitating in gravely brown dust and now glowing. The ongoing meeting of the interplanetary council were just setting a time of disc departure’s for a rescue mission to earth, in the hope of quelling earth fires from mans anger festival and rejuvenating earths ring pass knot so earth again could bare limitations for any future survival existence. In the meantime the activity of the suns restless God liquids irritated in nuclear anger wondering where it would shine as Atomic particles started to split planet earth open what would be left we had to go it was Mason on .

There Will Come A Time & Child of Disharmony

There will come a time when those in the inhabited world will have to forsake the machines known as cars and lorries the world is tired, but cannot tell you, me, or anyone unless you break through Kundalini height’s you will not hear mother earth groan.

Whilst turning this time an impasse will occur, those with much will have nought they will be made to think there will be a warning an opening of the sky, dark auras will hover over metal, in its polluting form a new order of transportation will be administered.

Other intelligence will be involved cosmic masters, some will arrive and therefore be designated to temporarily assist to etheric aura and travel you upon earth re-route your minds.

You and your scientists cooperate forsake your ways of old, you will be quick and your roads will be empty your matter, as all matter will reconstitute at the hours needed. You will survive earth man  but only by a whisker to live another day thank the lords of karma all your life for these new mind patterns.

Child of Disharmony

Child of disharmony and desolation in the wasted land without love ? or warmth waiting in vein, baring the pain. Your life mislaid sidetracked in wrong roads and no roads, I can see the hill we have to climb but well keep sliding down back again the human race is a disgrace, for it lets neglect time after time in selfishness’ and self aggrandisement, lovers of appearance full of front.

 

A Thousand People & Mesmerise

A thousand people in one room morphing in transmigration, a thousand faces coming and going spinning energising pulled from the vortex of the chakra all fleeting stepping up and on differing plains of existence fast moving dispersal to the halls of judgement and Akashic records to discover where we are bound for next.

Message to discarnate forces why would one float alone with an absence of family we are told we die alone, but to whom or what do we belong, as only those left, the current living miss one the most. So why are you alone in the hall of reckoning waiting to read the Akashic records waiting for rebirth in a lonely place upon a wavelength of karmic pattern.

Mesmerise

Mesmerise all that drama in a magazine with colours so bright it comes to life on a coffee ?  table near you, vibrant above your daily drab it calls you, its all makeup and fizz. collect them for colour and kaleidoscope rainbow of personal drama…

 

The Year 2096 & What A Strange Saying

The year 2096, on planet earth much had changed the ring pass knot surrounding earth commonly known as the ozone layer had eroded the god that is the sun which was strong and more punishing than ever.

Skin cancer had become the epidemic of the times, crop failure and death by shrivelling heat had left millions of humans as husks upon the barren ground, earth population had diminished to the merest of millions. Even the sea looked like the surface of mars.

Those who survived on high or in caves in India had concentrated their efforts upon perfection and preservation for what was to become known as the pineal gland bank, thousands of preserved pineal gland’s catalogued in small specialised containers frozen ready for the coming days of transmitting and transmigration to transmit the knowing to the greater light in another life stream.

At Two Forty Five.

Very densely alone under the upturned ocean that is the sky, our minds eye what a strange saying. But how real is it, to be two eyes to a mind and clouds of the now, before and after. But beyond is the inner eye, another universe and more than man can see with two eyes open.  Go to sleep, for this measure in breath involution and out breath, go back in then beyond limitation to what will become more than this life a soul beyond spirit and more and more than can be seen through cloud gaps at two forty five in the afternoon.

In Breathing Out Breathing

Early morning all over the world at different awakenings, the appearance of sun alights so close to the ground, chunks of golden flames, trillions of lashing atomic tongues all of its own violation given, thrown forth to a universe the dawn of universal life force from which all forms and inspiration continue to evolve. Till we as ashes that we become are drawn back to the sun to be cast upon golden beaches as grains of moving sand changed by the moon and tide .

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