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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.

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Lucid Dreams

Short and brief is the candle of life:  Follow your heart.  That phrase pretty much summarizes all Druid philosophy.  But how do you know what your heart is telling you?  Lucid dreams. These dreams are spectacular visions, always in color, accompanied by sound, vividly remembered; that come in series' sequences.  These dreams emphasize both sight and sound together, as seeing and hearing are our principal senses. These are mythic, poetic and teaching dreams. They tell you what you ought to do and they show you how you ought to do it. They are harbingers of the future.

Dreams are visitations.  Dreams ought never to be ignored.  Listen to them.

Analyze them.  Follow them.  Respect them.  For they show forth to light the Way.  Nature has no reason, and certainly Nature has no design; no purpose, whether intelligent or idiotic. Nature does have rhythm and she does have rhyme: Innately poetical.  Musical.  So.  Listen! 

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