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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

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 5

It didn't start with you.
It sure doesn't end with you.
It goes on and on and on,
Indifferent. Maybe you'll
Be there; maybe you won't
Be there 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;
Still harder more
To be able to understand;
Why the world is the way it is.
More, how did it get that way?
Doesn't make no sense at all.
Really it ought to be different;
But then, I guess so should I?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 3

The times they were really mean then
And them times are even meaner now.
They sure ain't getting any better now
You've been traveling all alone. Just got
To keep on moving on to keep ahead of
The greater misfortune gaining on you.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 2

Whenever the State shall knock
Upon your door and will say with
A sly smile and a disarming grin:
"We are here to help and to assist
You; to serve you, to make your life
Even yet more wonderful and free."
Slam the door on them!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 1

Bringing of the Self into Being;
To give Birth to one's own Soul,
Is constantly constrained, and is
Confined by the government, and
By the State's schooling of society.
Worse than school and state though
Are media, which for revenue, and
For rating, pander to widest market,
As well as consensus of citizenry's
Biases, to make forced compliance
For abortion of one's true identity.


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