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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, November 29, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 140

As every boxer knows the legs go first.
Who skips roadwork only kids himself.
Pound pavement every day is the way
To do it hitting daily upon those trails.
And so it is too for every skill and art.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 139

Speak not of the sanctity of labor. Grind of toil Weakens, when not done for purpose of spirit;
But solely, for the remuneration of the purse.
What we do for work shape who we are now;
Gives a cause to what it is we could become.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 138

Those days of delight when our innocence
Ruled are over. Blood of teeth and claw is sovereign again. Ignorance is the blister.
It's sore infects. It's diseased our World.
Princes of the nations deliver the plague
Of War.   

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 137

Take no side in wars between dogs and cats.
Nor the battles between the slaves of faiths; Between disciples of any belief foreign to us;
Nor between practitioner of abhorrent ritual.
They have nothing to do with us; since their
War is being waged by far lesser men, than
Are we.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 136

Get angry. No god can vet for you a paradise. Listen instead to that deity inside your head. Society will shackle you in chains; will seek
To imprison you into its conformity. Its iron
Link can be broken, burst apart in cold rage.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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