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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, February 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 16

Desperately for you I'm for you desperately, as there's exclusion, separation, a warehousing of anyone outsider; into a village of dissidents, of all they who disagree. We need each other more than ever now. 

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 15

As the music throbs, the drum beats, mirroring the heart in systolic response; here here here, now now now. Didn't you know me, didn't you see me, didn't you hear me? I'm among you always am not silent!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 14

Passed on, same fallacy exists generation after generation; that simple statement there's some purpose to it all, some meaning; when after all, it's only in the living, in the doing, that holds an assertion of life.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 13

A flanking light, giving a blue shadow from the side, gives to this speaker a sinister look as he speaks of torture, of deportation, of banning all they different from ourselves; for that, he is given great applause.

Blue SunSeries: Confluence: Verse 12

Vulgar Time, in folly of days, in chatter of conformity, in stammer of complacence, in conversations of cliches; beat us down through concussion of prejudice by they who can't see significance in the World.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 11

Bright impinging light of inspiration shines once again upon my head, directing me: Doubt everything; doubt nation; doubt religion; doubt philosophy; doubt spouse and family; but never doubt your genius.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 10

What I miss most is the intelligence, the sharp smartness of it, which always seems now to be lacking. Crudeness turns one away to avert one's eyes; to ignore what's happening as Death takes them away.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 9

Doubt is that which creates its own existence; for what questions itself builds itself. If I doubt I am, in denying my existence, I acknowledge me. When I doubt I am changed; made real by doubting myself.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 8

Cleanness of cold cracks the mirror of perception. Whatever was thought as true before in summer's heat seems fallacious, seems false, in close huddle of winter chill snapping at bones of complacence. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 7

Preaching to a future congregation on the temptation of the present has for them no relevance. They'll have sufficient tribulations to contemplate. What worries us won't worry them. They'll have their own.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 6

Occupations and professions, all the ways of working, can serve to hide the ways of living. What we do to survive by seeking remuneration performing services may well help our societies but rarely helps us.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 5

It didn't start with you. And it sure doesn't end with you. It goes on and on and on, indifferent. Maybe you'll be there; maybe you won't, to see it, but it will go on anyway. That's all you can ever be sure of. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 4

Harder to know and still harder more to be able to understand; why is the world the way it is, and how did it get that way? Don't make no sense at all. Really ought be different; but then, I guess so should I.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 3

The times they were real mean then and they're even meaner now. They sure ain't getting any better now you're travelling all alone. Just got to keep on moving on and keep ahead of greater misfortune.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 2

Whenever the State shall knock upon your door and will say with sly smile and disarming grin: "We are here to help and to assist you to make your life even more wonderful and free." Slam the door on them!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 1

Bringing of the Self into Being, to give a birth to one's own soul, is constantly constrained and confined by government and by the state's schooling of society and of citizenry to force compliance for abortion.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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