Head to the mountains with your backpack and seeds, head to the aquifer of purities supreme. Make camp and a small fire, watch the skies for developments. A star will move closer and eventually make arrangements to receive you, be vigilant, and wait for the great white brotherhood to contact. You can go underground with them or wait for a sign from the approaching star, which is really a mother ship, think and choose there are many stuck lower down, pray you will not be seen amongst the green and the grey brown guard, your signature smoke it carefully, for you are needed, in the laboratory of the Lord upon Saturn.
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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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