There is a voice, there is an energy, we cannot see sometimes. It hits, other times, it misses and most fail to see it is shielded by negative thoughts, it remains hidden untapped, until that moment of desperation arrives all at once.  We ask may I see the light, may I discover the energy. For this eternal display of the one, a lifetime in ignorance, is no good, a lifetime without love energy is worse, it is a destroyer of spirit for the soul, there will never be peace, until there is harmony.  At this moment humans show none of it only an obsession with self opinionated views, the results we observe are most questionable the cost to the innocent and meek incalculable.

For You As Restless Animals

Humans no happy ground for you, as restless animals.  You are stomping your ground in a pointless exercise, it will all be done one day. So will you be vigilant lest you die, only mountain tops are safe. But cold are they, you need to kindle a large fire and use slowly your rations. Be prepared they are coming be gone before that time… go…GO FAR.

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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