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WAY OF THE SEVEN STARS


Response To That Final Question:

Ignorance is the Bane of Man.
At a distance removed,
Dimly remembered, and
Still not seen distinct,
But yet somehow felt;
What we do sense
Is not reality; is not the Real Thing.
This World is hologram.
Then; for lucid sleep;
For it's just a dream
Within another dream
And we are not awake.

Seven Stars' Song of Revelation

Ignorance is a jail where no escape
Is possible but through knowledge.
Don't fear nor spurn. Dare to learn:

Assent to and accept this world as it is
Before attempting ascent to any world
Aspired to or wished for. Life's glorious!

That That Is can be known but by few.
Not space, not time, not gravity exists;
But as Extension from Field of Thought.

Be subject to neither church nor crown.

Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.

That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
That That Is makes That That's Not BE.

By rowing to That That Is, I become "I."
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
The Heart and The Nave of The Wheel.

Worlds are created from Thought alone.
That which we will do is because of that
What we are. We'll become who we are.

Charity, courtesy, civility, compassion,
Are cardinal spokes making civilization;
Chivalry forms center, hub's circle core.

IS is! Be not the slave of some other's I.
This, Creed of our Seven Stars Society;
This, The Teaching of the Seven Stars:

No man can be happy if he should choose
To be exile from his own nature and soul.
ALL IS THOUGHT ILLUMINATING BEING

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Play to Survive

All those whom I worked with are dead and I am the sole survivor of my action team. Why? Some of them were smarter and stronger than me, but they failed to make it. Some were killed; but most died of a natural cause, mainly from congestive heart failure. Why am I now the only one left? The reason, I believe, is that I am able to get outside of myself in order to view myself dispassionately. What this does is to free the Self from out the prison of one's own body. I'm not speaking of the body in the physical sense, but in its psychic sense. The mind is encased within a shell and this shell holds the mind inside of itself. The mind is trapped by the limitations of its own identity, It has to be able to somehow transcend that identity, if it's going to survive. If it cannot; then the Self dies when its shell dies, since it isn't able to free itself from the prison of its identity. To survive, Self has to be given a new identity and a new passport to life. It has to be able to liberate itself from itself. How may it do so...by participating in the play of a bigger game.

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