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In the stark reality upon wild heath land in the dead of night, I walked to find a sense of peace. I could find in no other place, I was stopped in my tracks almost poleaxed, the sound of rustlings occurred and intermittent sound as if a million crickets had stimulated in orchestration of the moment.

I saw lizards large upon the ground as long as a man eyes, ovoid, shining they stood, bolt upright. To shed there skin which did disintegrate before my eyes, they walked off, naked and human with a plastic smile, stunned and humiliated I watched them drift away. In line, as the sky behind there disappearing bodies filled with pure streaks of ultra white light.

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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