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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

HEART-HEALING THE CHARIOT WAY

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Fact and Fiction

Nothing can be accepted as fact unless it's tested and validated, but who the tester is determines the accuracy of the validation.  What is taught as science is mostly mainly opinion unless it's been validated and it usually isn't...it's still in some state awaiting validation.  Scientists are just as prone to opinion as is anyone else, although sometimes their opinions are better informed than the opinions of non-scientists, but not always.  Often, they are autistic in that they fail to recognize the many obvious links and relationships between their own discipline and the impact on it of new finds in others...they are shortsighted; their imaginations poorly employed.
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