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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

Friday, June 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 70

In a strange place in a strange time, with pale light of a gold moon, shining in slivers of silver, chaining night to sleep; locking in far distant suns of vision; tangling in ropes of doubts: What are we but dream?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 69

Deserted woods, silent from calls of birds, is: Land of Death. Nothing moves here. Nothing stirs here. Deserts of desiccation; dry trees drooped by dried branches. We started as Hamlet; ended up as Lear.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 68

Light-stepping man, gravity of care eludes you now. It will all change and burden of responsibility shall weigh you down. You'll see your father in your mirror when you shave. You've become your own ghost.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 67

Our education is an erasure of everything that can set us free. Taught to have faith in a State that never cared for us, except as vessels for exploitation to use to serve its needs; as we've forgotten of our own.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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