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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, March 31, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Emergence: Verse 5

Conscience is the constant gardener of the soul, as the weeds of complaisance needed to be rooted out; pulled from the psyche to be replaced with finer flowers of confluence of compassionate consciousness.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Emergence: Verse 4

More than this, more than we'll ever know, in the soft time before nightfall, the violet hour of twilight, spell of a quiet acceptance sinks in, fills the mind with calm and there's no need more to fear the dark.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Emergence: Verse 3

The long cold pause that makes winter a retreat and makes a hibernation from reality a helpful sleep, is over, is now done; and we must wake to a world neither wished for nor ever thought would come to be.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Emergence: Verse 2

Emergence begins with extinction, an ending of what has been before. In every beginning resides its end. Sweet sorrow precedes every joy; to end is to start again, a death is needed for there to be a life.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Emergence: Verse 1

The tomorrows have finally arrived. Having the same law for the wolf and the stag never made much sense. That's changed. What we are is what we make of ourselves. We make our own rules to live by.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 40

There's democracy in death, an egalitarianism, that can't exist in life. None are equal, all are different when alive; in death all share common end in dissolution, in extinction: high and low share the grave.

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 39

Fog steam of a sinuous lustrous gray lays upon the streets of the city in the early morning; squats down in sedate soggy on wet pavements, waiting to be lifted up, to be raised up by the warm arms of the sun.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 38

Our lives are a spit in the eye of Fate and that's what we are all about. We never intended to play the game or to abide by rules. We know it's a miracle we're still here and we plan to take full advantage!

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 37

Destitute of ambition, bereft of hope, the world acts upon us, batters us; more often it ignores us, and we must carry on regardless of any reward or praise for what we do every day. Which is what exactly?

Friday, March 13, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 36

Biology determines their belief but men could determine their biology. That which we would so wish to be we can become if our Will is strong. Will is made by yielding to overcome and by bowing to conquer.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 35

Any State that cannibalizes its citizens to use them up as fodder in foreign wars to impose its political will, is as bad, is as evil, as any faith, which, by force, proselytizes, to convert, to submit, to its belief.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 34

Confronted with the coercion and the compulsion of conscription a fled desertion is the moral option. There're plenty of them who would hurt others. Those who heal and preserve remain in short supply.

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 33

The several factions split on every issue, form a symmetry of stupidity. None is right. All are wrong. The statement each provides is frivolous and fractious; not solution to the real problem what's a nation for?

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 32

Confusion and conflict drown spirits in this nation; serving to submerge the state beneath dementia of depression: no harmony, no rapport, no attempt at a comity. One half speaks, other half shouts down.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 31

The fecal stench of religion pervades our times. Old men preaching to young men of perverse hatreds; of resentments for dull stilted lives; of insipid beliefs and faiths, results in a fictitious aberrant reality.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 30

In this world of all that changes in meaningless necessity and in a constant cacophony of noise, choose to study what is still; what stays silent. Follow the serene not-moving One. Love and worship Her alone.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 29

A republic no more, nor ever was a democracy, we live at the whim of a few oligarchs and do so barely; a people dependent on next paycheck for our survival. Worse of all, they'll expect us be thankful for it.


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