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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

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sword and Shield

Your Jesus and Jehovah and your Allah too,
Whimpering deities, beggars for obeisance;
These are not the gods for men born free.

There's a thunder in the hills, steps of old gods.
I hear their foot-falls, and they resonate in me.

Credit and debit, you who've ledgered your bleak
Lives away; you shall not speak for we hard men.
We've our own voice and it shouts harsh and loud.

They that cover heads in the presence of the Sun
Cannot know what they're swaying or praying to.

After a long imposed silence, a prolonged absence;
Just a memory, a fading hope, barely remembered 
Of what happened when we lived in caves of cliffs.

Smothering, sucking, light-less caverns, robbed of air
When the fire-rocks fell from out of blackening skies.

Stones of Heaven, catapulting down, tumbled at Man
By an angry Sun; beginning an inception of a religion,
Of trembling awe and fear, a sword and shield of God.

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