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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

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 28

Made tender by the inner solace of a night's fantasies, we manufacture our own myths of who we were and how we came to be who we are; as it's in story we'll survive not in the actual transcript of our past.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 27

Every thing they think they know proves false. Lame mediocrity exalts, forces and praises itself. All may have talent, but few have real genius. Absent this nothing great could come. In silence lies our solution.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 26

Love is a sweet misery. It pursues you and it follows you and comes upon you always least unexpected, always a surprise; but there it is, real and true, and there is nothing you can do about it ever. It just is.

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 25

We bow before beauty and we should. Science and religion, professors and priests, all share same hypocrisy as to what is right, what is good; truth is nothing they know, or acknowledge, or praise. 

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 24

In this republic no longer, the rich are honest in their graft, for the dumb break laws and the smart make laws; how it was and is and will be in future. Money speaks to law; they who make law listen.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 23

Seeing things as they are not how others wish us to see is key to liberty. Society exorcises to prune perception; confines, jails and prisons it, in censure of senses that blinds the reality existing inside.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 22

Sallow and salmon splash to color on rooftops of the City by moonlight, as silent and stately, beauty walks in night sky shining on them. In tenements below, sleepers know not majesty parades above.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 21

The heart knows what the head will never understand. Intelligence discriminates and makes divisions neatly classified; separates into a dissolution, severs in a disunity of heart and head: the Plight of Man.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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