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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

Friday, April 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 24

Bleak lights begin to shine
Weakly in parks of the City,
Now that dusk has begun.
But park paths are empty.
Lamps begin to glow pale
Gold; even, as being still lit
By twilight. But. People fear to
Sroll. They're afraid to come.
Of what, they do not know.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 23

Perhaps, you really do
Got something, maybe
Profound to say;
Something of portent,
Of a revelation, of
A prediction of a future
Event. Then of a sudden,
Microphone goes dead;
Web site closes down.
Whatever it was,
It is lost forever.
Maybe not important.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 22

Reason and Logic fused
Together, form, but vain
Wall for Understanding.
We die and we die, for
No purpose despite all
Efforts of politicians,
Of priests, and all the
Philosophers; to state
Some meaning in Death.


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