Postulate: An Ideal Org Poem

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

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We are Cause
We are Decision
We are Scientologists

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Postulate:
We are creators, builders, keepers
Of Ideal Orgs—Sanctuaries of hope
And light and beauty
Wisdom and prophecy

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By confronting disorder
Order becomes the way
Disorders fail
Fall into yesterdays
And are put to rest
In an orderly way

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

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

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This Earth—

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

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Postulate:
Eight shining cords
Eight streaming cords of livingness
Aligning to one common purpose

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And as the wheel turns
The universe turns
And the universe bends its knee

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For we are Cause
We are Decision
We are Scientologists

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And whatever else this Earth has been
Whatever else this Earth will be
This is the postulate

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