The Finite Is Challenged & The Dictator

There seems as if there is no contest at times when Metaphysics tries to challenge the finite Axioms, no room for compromise in the context of allowing opinions from others, who are gifted with there experiences (the experienced) sad really, because science seems to dominate and control, if one cannot calculate to sciences rules, one might not be believed. Having a freed up mind makes the experience much more possible and accessible.

The Dictator

The dictator despot has a hill to stand on yet stands on a box in places where the bad leaders live. An army of Devic warriors, they reside in shoe boxes, pockets in wardrobes, drawers in desks.

In the dead of night whilst evil contemplates, in motions of slumber calm flows over the daytime, deliverers of evils from a handful of unbalanced minds, so cometh the orders of death for many,but matters were about to change. With stealth the Devic armies lifted kids who climbed from pockets, those in cupboards and basements hurried out from everywhere.

Scrambling with tiny ladders up staircases and to the base of dictators beds. With a velvet tickle they toddled upon dictators beds and slowly crept into faces of evil, wherever they may be administering tiny cups of euthanasia liquid, just enough for evil to scratch its own nose and in the morning, with no one to love them, portions of evil died in a systematic chain of chains. Tiny chain of brothers and sisters caught in the ether they went home to perfection and rest.

The perfection left etheric impressions everywhere including the Devic Kingdom surprisingly this all fits, just as if you look hard enough, our fingerprints are our impression. Even those who pass away in war or other calamities will have left that collection of fingerprints on a favourite toy or an equally old cupboard and so on, part of the hall of records or intrinsic world of impressions so in theory there will be the fingerprints of those who passed over, or the discarnate Hitler for example, believe it we are all evidenced somewhere but in contemporary form, unless we have been deemed as famous good or bad we are by an large forgotten, but as we will discover this is not really the truth.

Author: Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this

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