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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

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 121

Leaning there, the keel and spine of you
Bending; always close against the wind.
Not yielding, not swaying; just tacking,
Staying on course. As to what, to where:
Who knows. Who cares. It's your sailing
That matters.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 120

Running rivers and wild woods
Grant to spirit far more solace;
Far greater salvation to psyche,
Than does all of philosophy; than
Can all of religion. Protect them.
Savor them. They hold real hope
For deliverance.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 119

I've declared an armistice with myself, a temporary cease-fire, and in this truce and in that pause, I hope to find myself; wounded yes but still alive, still able to carry forward, into what, I do not know.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 118

My country is not some state
Outside of me. Some gaudy
Flag waving on a long pole.
I swear allegiance to no party,
To no cause or to no country;
But solely to my own creation.
My nation is myself and I carry
My nation in my own mind; in
My own heart, and in my own
Soul. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 117

As do all of those drone heliotropic plants,
Who're designed to follow travels of the Sun
The majority of Men seek for some Savior.
We tend though to bend towards the Moon;
We're the moon's flowers and not the sun's.
We're the solitary walkers of the nights.
We're the shadows among you.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 116

Our salvation comes from our creation.
Those deities in our heads ought to be
Listened to; ought to be argued with.
Best criticism comes from the inside.
Every voice we'll hear is different. Its
Distinct. Schizophrenia has advantages.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 115

Full moon tonight. Night-walking in the cold.
Streets filled in amber glowing from lamps,
Challenge the pale yellow golden shining
Of the moon; to cast a double shadow on
Wet pavements; shades of turquoise and Violets. 

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 114

Dumb all the way; silent;
Inarticulate in expression,
Of that you really wanted to say,
That now, you're unable to say;
For your education has made
You tongue-tied. Has censored you. 
Has prevented you from speaking.
That rage within you is a great rage,
And it shall be expressed someday.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 113

Be a light sleeper.
If you want to challenge authority.
If you wish to change the world.
They're coming for you. They know
Who you are. They won't be giving you
Advance warning. So. You better learn
To sleep with your boots on.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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