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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

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


They scent us by the smells of our tongue, by our
Speech; four-legged and fierce in inquisitiveness.

That bitch-bureaucracy of tenured hacks forcing
A curriculum imposed upon the young of simple
Subjects, easy courses; that have no reflection,
No bearing, upon reality and which convey skills
Not needed, nor appreciated, in the workplaces
Of today; no skills necessary for pupils' survival.

These teachers and these professors, are dogs;
Are slaves to the leash and to the reins of their
Faculty master, lecture of life they know nothing
Of; that they are not acquainted with, and have
No experience of, and poison the minds of their
Students in deluded, preposterous propositions.

They leave behind them a devastation; long debt
To be repaid by jobless graduates. And this, this,
These dogs have an audacity to bark and declare
As a public education; when all they've imparted
Is dead language, a swollen tongue of nonsense
And meaningless syllabication; speech of howls.

For the youth, such education is imprisonment;
That jail that keeps them from their play of joy.

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