Postulate: A poem for Ideal Orgs*

Whatever else upon this Earth we’ve been,
Wherefrom we step, torchlights streaming
Into the dark and storm of night

We are Cause
We are Decision
We are Scientologists

Postulate:
We are Creators, Builders, Keepers
Of Ideal Orgs—Sanctuaries of Hope
And Light and Beauty
Wisdom and Prophecy

Here, Order, as intended
And Purpose, guide the way

Postulate:
Ideal Orgs abound and with them
The ringing of the Bells of Freedom
Mark the passing of the night
Calling in the dawn and each new day
Of this New and Golden Age

Advancing futures
Cleared beings
Groups, cities
States, continents 
And hemispheres

This Earth—

Wherefrom we welcome
All shoulders to the wheel—
New strength with ours
Pan-determined, undeterred

And the wheel turns
And with the wheel the universe turns
And the universe bends its knee

For we are Cause
We are Decision
We are Scientologists

Postulate:
Eight shining cords
Eight streaming cords of livingness
Aligning to ONE COMMON PURPOSE

And THAT is the Postulate

 

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