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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, October 24, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 9

So essential to our sanity are myths, are impossible religions, fantasies that give to life its meaning and purpose; that absent them, the length of days would be as bland, as boring, as lectures of the scientists.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 8

There for you forever; a shrug of the shoulders and a silent surrender and there it is. It's nothing at all what you thought it would be. There it is still. There is nothing you can do about it. It's funny that way.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 7

Fettered to fate, Being and Time and Matter and Energy, form one single entity; they all form one unity. Thin slender lines bind them by loops of relativity, one is becoming another to remain in one continuity. 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 6

Autumn brings an eloquent disorder, speaking in tongues of cognac and cocaine, stating its verbiage in colors of crimson and cyan; arguing summer's conclusion in calculated combination of sharp confusion. 

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 5

Savor this day,
There might not come another.
The contaminations caused by an
Insidious influenza of the brain from
The virus of the prejudiced opinions
From the mouths of pundits of the media, 
Infect more harm, affect more diseases
Of the mind; more damages to health,
Then that's been done by plagues before. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 4

Walk among the green mansions of the woods, when trees are still in their brightest foliage of Fall, and still voice will whisper: This is the right country for me. This is the world in which I belong. Here. Now!

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 3

On a cold-some night like this, with wet wind of rain reeking its damp in the rafters and little patters of drops splattering on an window pane, keep you from slumber; stay you far from the cotton fall of sleep.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 2

A little mad goes to genius great long way. Encumbered upon everyone is the need to make one's own religion, one's own philosophy, one's own mythology; so, to live uncensored in country of one's mind.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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