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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, 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 from toil
Weakens, when not done
For a purpose of spirit; to
Add and to make and create;
But solely, for remunerations
Of the purse; for thick wallets.
What we do for work shapes
Who it is we are now; gives
Prediction of what it is we
Can become and aspire to.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 138

Those days of delight
When our innocence
Ruled us are over. Blood
Of teeth; blood of the
Claw, is sovereign again
In the land. Ignorance is
The blister on civilization.
It's scabbed sore infects.
It's diseased our World.
Presidents of the nations
Deliver to us the plagues
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
Slaves of foreign faiths;
Between zealot disciples
Of psychotic ideologies;
Nor between practitioners
Of strange abhorrent ritual.
These have nothing to do
With us. Their wars are
Waged between lesser
Species then are we.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 136

Get angry.
No god vets for you a paradise.
Listen instead to the real deity
That resides inside your head.
Society shall seek to shackle
You in its chains of anxieties;
Seek to prison you by its laws
Of iron conformity. Those links
Can be broken, could be burst
Apart, separated, by cold rage.


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