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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
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.
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
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
Showing posts with label The Five Flowers of Fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Five Flowers of Fire. Show all posts
Friday, July 31, 2009
Signs and Visions
One problem that one finds in writing is the inability of some (not all, by any means) to take full responsibility for what was written and to be held accountable for what was said. Writing, when done well, does have consequences. It should and does. As long as what one says is factual, is the truth, there's never any problem. The truth is always the best defense against any criticism. It is only when one states an opinion as being factual that one deserves criticism. An opinion is just that; it's just an opinion, it's not a fact and yes, any opinion can be stated and asserted, however fanciful and far-fetched the opinion might well be, provided it is not being stated as being a fact. When I'm writing my novels, I'm writing fantasy and since I'm writing about the far-future, the novels are speculative in the vein of neo-romanticism. Fantasy isn't factual; it's made-up stuff. But when I make my predictions, I'm recording visions of the future that I've seen---they are not opinions---but they are interpretations of the future. They are revelations, something that is inherently wholly different from opinions. All predictions are revelations---one is acting in the capacity of a prophet when one states them, and not in the capacity of a critic as in the case of an opinion---it's an important difference. Visions are never wrong, but the interpretations of those visions certainly can be wrong, even mine since they could be misinterpreted. One's perceptions are never unprejudiced. What one screes is distorted by one's experiences. Visions are not clear. Although it is true America's days are numbered (like men, nations die too); mine are not as yet!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Verification of the Future
If what our senses detect is not what truly is; then how can we possibly ever know what truly is? Well, there are methodologies already in existence to verify our perceptions---science and mathematics, in particular. But these verification methods are limited, as they only deal with what was and what we are really interested in is what shall be. We can verify the past, but we cannot verify the future and it's the future that we're interested in. We think we know the past. But do we?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Fifth Flower of Fire
The fifth pressure point is the cavity (a slight depression) that's located right opposite the navel in the lumbar vertebrae at the small of the back. Because we are all so different, this particular pressure point might be different in different people. Some of us are long-waisted; and some are short-waisted. Regardless of this, the fifth pressure point is directly in line with the navel; only it's located on the other side of the body. It's located on the spinal chord. We breathe through this pressure point. This breath is not that of the lungs, which is our physical breath; this breath is a psychic breath---we are breathing in light. This is the many-colored light that is referred to in all of the ancient stories and poems. This kind of breathing is called gill-breathing and it is well know to all Celtic warriors. It is also used to imbue psychic power in the training of our priests: the Druids. Regardless of whose training it's directed to, this is the center of the breath.
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