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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

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 24

The cancer of a benign transmission from the past prisons the present. No cause is ever lost. Tumors of tradition spread wide to strangle innovation. The new is excised, is censored; is cut out from the future.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 23

Study and work make for drudgery of existence. If you would live; create. Constant invention of the new, the different, is what sustains us; delight in destruction of what is then accepted truth before. 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 22

Common cause of fools is War, of hated enmity against they not like themselves; they who are different in beliefs, in religions, in creeds. War is the end of they who can't see, of those blinded who refused life.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 21

Bush and brambles of deceit conceal and camouflage the hidden evil at the heart of capitalism. To seek it out to discover it, capture that cold kept secreted, deeply close, in the very marrow of its bones: War. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 20

Splitting rock fracturing thin crack widened by dirty water's black ice breaks stone; frozen fingers of fissure prying apart gray masonry of granite, shaking boulders loose to tumble down to canyon floor.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 19

Frozen rainbow of yellow and blue, hue of breathed hurt, of colored cold sucked down in lungs exposed; turns to green of bile inside; turns to algae cough; turns to catch of breath; turns into an inhaled icicle. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 18

The vast space between lust for power and the love for the potency of use of reason ever shall expand, when ignorant religion engenders murder by promoting bullets and bombs to decide difference of faith.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 17

Long dalliance, the pregnant charm of a mordant procrastination in surviving through the frost, saves the roses through the wet dreams of snows of winters. Sprigs spring forth to thorn; then to blossom.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 16

The studious happiness of ignorance, enhanced, fostered, by compulsory education in propaganda of the State, can only come to War; a common core of studies makes citizens docile in acceptance of lie.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 15

Time then to chamber the cartridge of desire. The taste of morning excites in the mouth, clean and hot and sugar sweet in the dawn; first coffee of the day stimulates, provokes, pushes the body to carry on. 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 14

Absent presence, absent being there; for all your piety, for all your stated belief, nothing can come of it without action, without the commitment of risk, without the gamble of being all in to accepting destiny.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 13

Before you break the rules and they ought to be broken, know the rules, know the statutes, and know the laws; and then, go ahead break them. Discover what's dishonorable in the law; then, do: Disobey!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 12

Curse on your head, you teachers, you mentors of mediocrity, you professors, you syllabic instructors of propaganda for a State; you who do know better, for your salaries, for your tenures; have led us astray.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 11

From rock to rock crab-wise they move, always close-hugging coasts of conformity; afraid to venture out onto the deep oceans of thought, of action; the teachers and professors, instructors in cowardice.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 10

It's an unfair world and should be so. We took out a payday loan; its balance is now past due. They who carried fire forward shall be celebrated. Who played safe, who only tried to make deadline, condemned.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 9

Numbers are present without things and are before things. The need for a thing to be a thing distinct is number; for without, it floats in the Void, unknown, unnamed; given number, is recognized and named. 

Season of Anarchy: Verse 8

What's permanent is change: laws evolve to change and laws that push evolution to evolve, to change, are shaped; sculptured as to force change: what grows to expand has wealth to grow to expand more.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 7

The frolic architecture of a flower was not designed for we but for some fertilizing bee. Time and chance have brought them both to harmony; to a dependent singularity. The one without the other wouldn't be.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 6

Quash the past. It has no meaning for us. We are of a different generation; a people without tradition. We'll make new rules and better laws. What was has no longer relevance for us. We will not revere it.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 5

So sudden was the ending, so unexpected and unplanned for was the news, the shock of death maimed me; and I became not me no longer but some weird limping creature with strange long distorted limbs.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 4

Come join me in rhyme and in sweet refrain. Reason is against us here, a barrier to the strange land of intuition. Sooth troubled mind. Musics from movements of the senses make detours to enter revelation.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 3

The holy land is wherever you happen to be standing in Time. It's that space you're occupying in The Now; not someplace outside, distant from you. It's where you are, and because you're holy; it's holy.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 2

Lavender skies and purple snows move soft in mauve, in least acknowledgement in the early morning hours; before dawn's rose hush rise of sun turns to streaks of yellow, of orange, on the still blue hills. 

Season of Anarchy: Verse 1

Season of anarchy, bare troubled winter of anxiety, has descended; has come, attended bleak, by creeping cold. A frost world crackles in brittleness; fractures into broken pieces of frozen divorce.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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