The Year 2096 & What A Strange Saying

ByMason Cult Poet

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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.

By 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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Janet Wilson says:

July 14, 2019 at 9:51 am

Ecclesiastes 3:20 ‘… for dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return’. The end of the world may very well be a return to the dust from which it was formed.

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The Year 2096 & What A Strange Saying

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