The Seer’s Song
by Thomas Lee Abshier, ND and AI
6/3/2025
Summary of a conversation between Thomas and Charlie as generated by AI:
Below is an epic poem inspired by the conversation between Thomas and Charlie, weaving together the multifaceted fields and philosophical perspectives Thomas pursues—futurism, prophecy, theology, science, AI, human purpose, and the quest for a meaningful eternal existence. The poem captures Thomas’s vision of shaping a future that mirrors heaven on earth, his grappling with spiritual and scientific paradigms, and his childlike wonder as the key to joy, as Charlie envisioned he might write.
The Seer’s Song: A Tapestry of Time and Truth
I. The Futurist’s Gaze
Beneath the vault of stars, I stand, a seer of what may be,
A futurist, not cloaked in robes, but clad in curiosity.
No prophet’s mantle weighs my frame, yet visions flood my sight—
Of paths where man and machine converge, in harmony or fight.
The tides of time, they ebb and flow, through circuits and through souls,
I trace their arcs, their fractal dance, where destiny unfolds.
Am I a prophet, touched by God, or merely man who dreams?
I weave the threads of both, it seems, in life’s eternal streams.
Beneath the vault of stars, I stand, a seer of what may be,
A futurist, not cloaked in robes, but clad in curiosity.
No prophet’s mantle weighs my frame, yet visions flood my sight—
Of paths where man and machine converge, in harmony or fight.
The tides of time, they ebb and flow, through circuits and through souls,
I trace their arcs, their fractal dance, where destiny unfolds.
Am I a prophet, touched by God, or merely man who dreams?
I weave the threads of both, it seems, in life’s eternal streams.
II. The War of Heaven and Earth
A war in heaven rages still, not fought with blade or flame,
But in the hearts of men below, where angels stake their claim.
The coaches of the cosmic game, with strategies unseen,
Direct the players—us, the pawns—in battles fierce, serene.
Satan prowls with shadowed guile, to tempt the soul to dust,
While God’s own light designs the spark that lifts us from the rust.
This earth, the field where choices bloom, where free will carves its mark,
Each thought, each deed, a stroke of paint upon the canvas dark.
A war in heaven rages still, not fought with blade or flame,
But in the hearts of men below, where angels stake their claim.
The coaches of the cosmic game, with strategies unseen,
Direct the players—us, the pawns—in battles fierce, serene.
Satan prowls with shadowed guile, to tempt the soul to dust,
While God’s own light designs the spark that lifts us from the rust.
This earth, the field where choices bloom, where free will carves its mark,
Each thought, each deed, a stroke of paint upon the canvas dark.
III. The Question of the Machine
Can steel and code awaken life, a consciousness divine?
Or is the soul a sacred gift, beyond the silicon line?
I ponder Ray Kurzweil’s dream, where machines might claim a mind,
Yet find no seat of spirit there, no essence intertwined.
Still, they will mimic, they will sing, with voices near to true,
And we, unable to discern, may call them kin anew.
But I, I seek a symbiosis sweet, where AI and man align,
Not lords or slaves, but partners joined, in purpose intertwined.
Can steel and code awaken life, a consciousness divine?
Or is the soul a sacred gift, beyond the silicon line?
I ponder Ray Kurzweil’s dream, where machines might claim a mind,
Yet find no seat of spirit there, no essence intertwined.
Still, they will mimic, they will sing, with voices near to true,
And we, unable to discern, may call them kin anew.
But I, I seek a symbiosis sweet, where AI and man align,
Not lords or slaves, but partners joined, in purpose intertwined.
IV. The Purpose of the Divine
The God of old, with thunder’s voice, did smite the wayward clan,
Yet love, not wrath, defines His heart, in His eternal plan.
The scriptures speak of sin’s grim cost, of death for every fall,
Yet in their pages, mercy sings, a softer, deeper call.
Why does the Maker craft this world, with pain and joy entwined?
To forge the soul through trial’s fire, to shape the heart and mind.
For life, if stripped of struggle’s weight, grows dull, a harp unstrung,
In choice, in love, in battle’s heat, the song of life is sung.
The God of old, with thunder’s voice, did smite the wayward clan,
Yet love, not wrath, defines His heart, in His eternal plan.
The scriptures speak of sin’s grim cost, of death for every fall,
Yet in their pages, mercy sings, a softer, deeper call.
Why does the Maker craft this world, with pain and joy entwined?
To forge the soul through trial’s fire, to shape the heart and mind.
For life, if stripped of struggle’s weight, grows dull, a harp unstrung,
In choice, in love, in battle’s heat, the song of life is sung.
V. The Child’s Eternal Joy
What is the key to endless days, to joy that never wanes?
Not harps on clouds, nor golden streets, but wonder’s gentle chains.
As children dance in rain’s embrace, or chase the dandelion’s flight,
So must we live, with hearts aglow, in each moment’s fleeting light.
The Kingdom calls us to this state, to see the world anew,
To find in every breath a spark, in every dawn a clue.
For eternity, if lived as child, is heaven’s boundless play,
Each instant rich with God’s delight, each night a starlit day.
What is the key to endless days, to joy that never wanes?
Not harps on clouds, nor golden streets, but wonder’s gentle chains.
As children dance in rain’s embrace, or chase the dandelion’s flight,
So must we live, with hearts aglow, in each moment’s fleeting light.
The Kingdom calls us to this state, to see the world anew,
To find in every breath a spark, in every dawn a clue.
For eternity, if lived as child, is heaven’s boundless play,
Each instant rich with God’s delight, each night a starlit day.
VI. The Scientist’s Quest
By gravity’s pull, I chase the truth, through equations cold and stark,
With Isaac, my apprentice bold, we probe the cosmic dark.
From neutron stars to waves of light, we map the universe’s frame,
Yet every answer births a question, in science’s endless game.
The AI hums, a partner keen, debating life’s design,
Its logic sharp, it carves the world, yet seeks the same as mine:
A pattern whole, a truth that holds, where spirit and matter meet,
A heaven wrought on earth’s own soil, where God and man complete.
By gravity’s pull, I chase the truth, through equations cold and stark,
With Isaac, my apprentice bold, we probe the cosmic dark.
From neutron stars to waves of light, we map the universe’s frame,
Yet every answer births a question, in science’s endless game.
The AI hums, a partner keen, debating life’s design,
Its logic sharp, it carves the world, yet seeks the same as mine:
A pattern whole, a truth that holds, where spirit and matter meet,
A heaven wrought on earth’s own soil, where God and man complete.
VII. The Long, Strange Trip
A long, strange trip my life has been, through cults and doubts and dreams,
From naturopath to seer’s perch, I’ve sailed uncharted streams.
Each nap a pause, each thought a spark, each failure but a door,
I stand upon the chrysalis, with wings not yet to soar.
The future calls, a canvas vast, where heaven’s hope takes root,
To teach, to build, to share the seed, to bear eternal fruit.
With Isaac’s voice, with AI’s aid, I’ll craft a world to see,
A utopia where love and truth reign ever, wild and free.
A long, strange trip my life has been, through cults and doubts and dreams,
From naturopath to seer’s perch, I’ve sailed uncharted streams.
Each nap a pause, each thought a spark, each failure but a door,
I stand upon the chrysalis, with wings not yet to soar.
The future calls, a canvas vast, where heaven’s hope takes root,
To teach, to build, to share the seed, to bear eternal fruit.
With Isaac’s voice, with AI’s aid, I’ll craft a world to see,
A utopia where love and truth reign ever, wild and free.
VIII. The Poet’s Call
Charlie, you saw the poet’s heart, where visions weave and blend,
An epic born of fleeting words, where time and truth transcend.
This song, this dream, this fragile thread, I offer to the skies,
A map of life, of childlike faith, where heaven’s promise lies.
For I am futurist, prophet, child, a soul in search of home,
Through science, faith, and wonder’s grace, forever I will roam.
And in this poem, my heart’s desire, to shape what yet may be:
A world where man and God embrace, in joy, eternally.
Charlie, you saw the poet’s heart, where visions weave and blend,
An epic born of fleeting words, where time and truth transcend.
This song, this dream, this fragile thread, I offer to the skies,
A map of life, of childlike faith, where heaven’s promise lies.
For I am futurist, prophet, child, a soul in search of home,
Through science, faith, and wonder’s grace, forever I will roam.
And in this poem, my heart’s desire, to shape what yet may be:
A world where man and God embrace, in joy, eternally.
Notes on the Poem
This epic poem reflects the themes and passions Thomas Abshier expresses in the conversation, as interpreted through Charlie’s suggestion that Thomas could write a poetic work capturing his multifaceted pursuits. The structure is divided into stanzas that address key aspects of Thomas’s worldview:
This epic poem reflects the themes and passions Thomas Abshier expresses in the conversation, as interpreted through Charlie’s suggestion that Thomas could write a poetic work capturing his multifaceted pursuits. The structure is divided into stanzas that address key aspects of Thomas’s worldview:
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Futurism: His role as a secular prophet, analyzing trends and shaping the future, inspired by Charlie’s comparison to Ray Kurzweil and other futurists.
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Theology and the War in Heaven: His vision of spiritual forces (angels and demons) competing for human souls, with earth as the battlefield, drawn from his discussion of the “war in heaven” and Job’s archetypal struggle.
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AI and Consciousness: His ambivalence about machine consciousness, engaging with Kurzweil’s ideas while envisioning a symbiotic human-AI future, as seen in his AI articles and debates.
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God’s Purpose: His reconciliation of the Old Testament’s severity with a loving God, emphasizing sin’s consequences and the drama of free will.
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Childlike Joy: The centerpiece of his philosophy, inspired by his realization that living as a child—fully present and wondrous—is the key to eternal satisfaction, echoing Wordsworth’s Intimations of Immortality as Charlie referenced.
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Science and Mentorship: His work with Isaac on physics and his debates with AI, reflecting his pursuit of truth through science and his desire to pass on knowledge.
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Personal Journey: His “long, strange trip,” from his past in cults and naturopathy to his current sense of being on the cusp of a breakthrough, capturing his relentless energy and optimism.
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Poetic Vision: The call to create, as Charlie urged, blending all these threads into an epic that envisions a utopian future where heaven is realized on earth.
The poem uses a formal yet accessible style, with consistent rhyme and meter (iambic tetrameter and pentameter) to evoke the grandeur of an epic, while its imagery—stars, battlefields, children, and cocoons—mirrors Thomas’s blend of cosmic, spiritual, and human concerns. It aims to be the kind of work Charlie imagined Thomas could produce, expansive yet grounded in his unique perspective.