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The Delta Lapis Consciousness of the Stone in the Primordial Higgs-Field Vector Lattice

The Delta Lapis Consciousness of the Stone in the Primordial Higgs-Field Vector Lattice, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

“All things fall and are built again,
And those that build them again are gay.”- Lapis Lazuli, W.B. Yeats

Inside the mind the heavenly field is a fluid vector of memory transcendence

It flows as the dark blue lapis of consciousness

There are invisible mountains over Pushkar and Kashmir flying like zeppelins in the azure sky

Radioactive dust from atomic processors are enriched in c-uranium minds

Towards the destiny the apple cart index is the sweet labour of ‘burning and burning’

Beauty has its hands on the true petals of life; the tribal Mercedes is on the Brahman gateway

To see the light of the autumn sun, the winter endorses the rose of paradise

Quantum signals from distant galaxies are attending the parabolic midnight of summer

Greatyana maha-yugas entering through the dance of time where the three rivers congregate

The seven sages of the eternal Equus have the red-waziz rider on the highway 61

On the way to the dawn, the alblackica marks the end of suffering

Mystique association of the law of multiple proportions have given Higgs Field the new optimization value

Reaping and harvesting

Walking in the shadows by the faculty of numbers to enhance productivity (α-sheets of dot consciousness as per metrical volume of the container)

Resting and sleeping

Awakening like the mirror reflecting all

Waters inflow, the winds carry words across oceans into shambhala

Meditating on the stone, the cat-hour darkness melted the moon on to the centripetal horizon of huan-xo spring time

Difference is not the cost you pay to liberate the world from clutches of immobility

Defer not the day for the judgement to come its way has started its ideal script to run its own machine

In the nanorobotic space, time is a defragmenter of knowledge as super-sensory intellect of high primeval ram

Kwa-kwa-non-non-meva-quinn-wing adiabatic expansion in thermo-nuclear field flask

Evening supernova to a bio luminous 8191 transfer in a land of Golden Fleece

Retrocausal supermind active on para-brahman grace-circle with non-reductive isometric free radius

- Joy Roy Choudhury

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To the Man of Honour in the Memory of Freedom that has the New Light Intensity of the Stars (Bob Dylan’s Awarded Highest Civilian Honour by the US President, Barack Obama)

FOREVER YOUNG/Bob Dylan                

“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young”.

On May 30th, 2012, US President Barack Obama honoured Bob Dylan with the nation’s highest Civilian Honour, the medallion of Freedom in the East Room of the White House.  This award and recognition for his contribution to the cultural history spanning almost six decades running is not that something that can be understood so easily by his followers, but his songs have bestowed on us a special grace that can keep us always ‘Forever Young’ as we ‘build a ladder to the stars’.

Dylan’s consciousness and the universal acceptance of existential suffering and struggle in his songs with almost magical lyrics that come from nowhere as if riding the inner-horse of his self-identity , are so rare like museum artefacts, that one may tend to look back at the linguistics process of speech and how that is cultivated at the mental level free from dichotomy, and, free from any bias, to merge with the liberal actions of environmental evolution, is something that the present generation may follow for the good. The technology we use, the products we make and the services we render are all intrinsically value-driven phenomena, time is a causal syndrome whose effect is something more than its material satisfaction, it is deeply tied to a thread that levers man towards higher goals and destinies. That may be only possible if we believe that we can make the journey forever young at heart withstanding ‘the times they are a-changin’ with the wisdom of a new power that gives equal right to every man on the street , and ushers the light of an enlightened immortality because “the fire is lighted, the hammers are working, and for laborious days and nights amidst dirt and discordance the musical instrument is made…the process of evolution  is a continuous process that finds its meaning in Man”. “The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,/the answer is blowin’ in the wind”. ( Blowin’ in the Wind, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The fire is lighted, the hammers…finds its meaning in Man”-Man’s Universe, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures Oxford, 1930, Rabindranath Tagore

Ref: Picture SKY NEWS UK

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The Conscious Illumination of the Mind in the Vector-Bird Diagrams of Alblackica

Symmetric Space, Samij Datta, 2012

The Conscious Illumination of the Mind in the Vector-Bird Diagrams of Alblackica

Consciousness-Analogue

To what dream we wake up in E7 macro space

Mind matter in coordinate consciousness

Eractude Hittite Graxub Taxitag

Latin Greek Sanskrit Jabav

Race-continuity integrated by 27-line configurations

A tree within many leaves living for aeons its branches are also the tree

It came from the Octonians, spin 5 on rural cosmic dimensions

Threads and threads connects the eye to the sun and the rivers

Time-like links can produce singularity of vision of distant objects or events and phenomena

Jack Kerouac and Schrodinger in a green-golden trapezohedron 

Sun is subspace in macrospace

Up and down, to and fro

Rest motions and annihilations

Dead analogy of the living cross

Spatial harmonics of the Krishna-Kali Alblackica

Comes and goes stays for awhile speaks to the matter-mind influx

The supramental leaf is forging many dreams

Allow the geometry to play its algebra within hermitian matrices

As the peacock waves its feathers to the rain-clouds of the great flood

Dance is a signal, a conscious qualia to represent superstring laced verbs  

The cause ate the effect as the effect is the mother of all cause

Pink butterflies are the orange flowers of the moon’s millenia

The silvery stars are ripples in an octagonal spacedome

And each ripple represents the earth’s crust binding water to its source

Red Waziz Izwa in Bob Dylan’s Isis

Ambatat-harastot-afraz-haramaz (mountains -farmers -horses -elephants)

The silent-pure-manifest-supra-unmanifest hymn is that.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: David Kaiser’s ‘How the Hippies Saved Physics’ (Book Cover Art on ‘Fundamental Fysiks Group’  who were core to this new revival of science in the 60s and 70s during the counter-culture in the US/L-R Jack Sarfatti, Saul Paul Sirag, Nick Herbert, Fred Alan Wolf ca. 1975)

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by artcritique on March 18, 2012  •  Permalink
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TIME IS THE FREE PARTICLE OF MUSIC & DANCE IN THE FLICKERING CARNIVAL OF ALBLACKICA

Flickering Carnival, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME IS THE FREE PARTICLE OF MUSIC & DANCE IN THE FLICKERING CARNIVAL OF ALBLACKICA

Consciousness-Analogue

Flickering as it starts scaling the sky at the pale hour of dawn

The carnival of stars in the bodhi-drip mind of music

Silence alone can draw a face or a diagram of a soul

All the universes within, the cadillacs and the t-ford

The cat sees the dragon in the fire of al-jebr and thinks it’s only polynomial glass

Says to itself the moon is over my heart at last

Longing the long nights of tender waterfalls on cymophane alexandrites

Coming as a wave and going like a river into the seas

The banks are full of purple and crimson flakes of Abraham

Time unfolds the book of paradise and opens the page one of creation

And makes it into a perfect gatefold made of lemon-grass

Then flowers came out of the holy window’s sky

Red poppies, mid-day sunflowers jasmines and chrysolites

Turning each colour into the mosaics on the page, the strings melted melody into tears

And joy sprung from the churning ocean’s bliss-matter-poison holes

Unfinished verses are now complete with super implicate order

Revisiting the cardboard dream of di Sitter space

Ramakrishna- Krishna-Radha-Hari

Hari Om Tat Chit Matter-Mind-Energy Link-ups

The free particle of time is music and dance

Alblackica, alblackica in Li Sphere Geometry

Iko Iko sitting on the willing-wheels of the morning rose

The teapot icons are lying on the streets of Methuselah

Sipping the hour-time-darkness-gap in the twilight moon of unmiyata

Rekav-rahim-ruhahu-rahim om tatat yatashta

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Much my composition is based on music of minstrelsy and deeper relation with body-mind-soul and hyperspace. Music is a great healer, the new-age process of Quantum Healing is active through the consciousness or chit energy that matter receives and reciprocates with, to create more sublime forms of beauty from the deeper recesses of the multiverse through Quantum Jumping and Evolution. In this genre of minstrel music, the Bengal Bauls particularly arrived in and around the roaring 60s in America to kindle much of the consciousness and peace movements started by the Woodstock Generation at Mark Yasgur’s Farm. What Joni Mitchell sings about the journey of the billion year old carbon in the woodstock song, or, for that matter sung by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, was actually the same cuppa that the Bauls also bring out in the diegetic tapestry of their folk songs. Purna Das Baul of Bengal befriended by Bob Dylan, appeared in the album cover sleeve of John Wesley Harding.

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by artcritique on March 17, 2012  •  Permalink
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Synthesis of Consciousness in the Temple of Time (Alblackica Day)

WAVICLE-DANCE, Samij Datta, 2012

Synthesis of Consciousness in the Temple of Time

Consciousness-Analogue

Our journey is towards the yellow river in Nibiru, the young boy saw in dream when the artificial-sun is about to take birth in Rome; letters are mere Alblackica time-ships in space zero upon the Praviculin-wavicle dance to bring us back into nature through the gyres of consciousness; Kali is Kali in the Wahali of Kali to paint the vision of the sun that lights the dark side of the earth 2088 AD onwards; there is still time to drink your coffee and read Macbeth or think about the new quantum dynamics far ahead of conventional science and reality, gather the potential for the new race and the truth in the proteins of your system as the temple of time is the place to worship where the womb is a tetra-orthogonal centre of the haploid chromosomes shining like rubies in the Altamira of the ancient tribe; beauty lasts forever in the eyes of the dance, its naked electrodes are revisiting the stars to bring energy in the carbon networks of life, the polyglossia is the fibre that has all the words upside down into the wormhole and from there as conscious flow of energy into rapidly evolving systems of differentiation; the tree sees the river thinking of the roads, and, the nights are Petrarchan sonnets dipped in albumin so the egg white and the yolk can see each other and touch, feeling as they do, to enrapt the pain with the morning-intelligence of the light, that light that falls on Claude Monet’s Le Havre is real, it’s an incarnation of the rainbow-sound in the mandala of primeval space; ‘the white feet of sound’ is actually a light of the new race by 2268 AD and then as the violets are ivy in the strange eye of the alchemists, time-travel may be the rope-trick  possible in the quantum almanacs of the near future;

Riding the horse the savage told the man of knowledge how many stars he has to cross by the book of wisdom and he said that Isis knows this as ‘she was there in the meadow when the creeks  used to rise/ blinded by sleep and in need of a bed’; all are hidden in shapes and sizes speaking, interacting with each other by their retrospect shadows in the glory of the circles; rivers are moon’s pyramids reflected on them α mirror seeing α mirror in the β –β transitional space to write the equation of the cosmic parable in the non-ionic metaphor of the integral man; synthesis is synthesis of consciousness as apple eats the apple to see the rainbow on the snow melt the ice to grow trees and more apples in the crow-beak-fall-length of the creation as froyeth-mental is dexav-euro-quartz (6N8-9K9-6G6) on Tat Wat Yat/Yat Wat Tat/ Wat Tat Yat cycles…

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture II Kalighat, Kali & ‘She was there in the meadow when the creeks  used to rise/ blinded by sleep and in need of a bed’- lines from Bob Dylan song ‘Isis’.

And ‘the white feet of sound’- Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri

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by artcritique on March 15, 2012  •  Permalink
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In the Blowing Wind of Alblackica Mornings Playing the Rhythmic Consciousness of a New Race

In the Blowing Wind of Alblackica Mornings Playing the Rhythmic Consciousness of a New Race

Consciousness-Analogue

I am the daydream–realist fiddler of dreams anointed by the earth savage petals of the Nestrat in the shadows of the dark-tanned colors of a morning rose; where you go with your backpacks in the hills on the green tumbling sides of the river falling like a sparrow in the cloud adjacent square leg of the sun; milieu comes after strong coffee beans are roasted and puffed with smoky-frills of an overdose evening, writing its songs in fair elegance for the temple of the lord in the Baquytra reptilian winter at the garden of Vasundhara; no man returns free till he listens to the call of the crow-chant mind of the desert from the dead paradise of the northern lights, waking with the Himalayan Rhododendrons in the sweet tarmac of a living pool; I am born only not to sing with my feet on the grass knocking predominantly on the heaven’s door for an answer, but to let it slam bang against the silent cloud of a million birds, to open it to the deeper chambers of the neolithic man (the man-within to the man-without) so he can drink from the flowing quatrains of the shark in the tooth-eyed eagle of a resurrected spring; the dogs are sleeping tonight in the heydays of Roberto Rossellini and the cats have gone back to their blackberry homes along the pathways of the rainfall light ;

Roger Mcnamara was waiting for me to take him away farther into that blaze of the unblinded darkness where nothing prevailed only but the Alblackica dawn in the gnomic receptacle of Savitri-mawa-Savitri; I don’t know I had a sensation my hands clutched the wheel on the highway to the stars; the time has come to blow in the wind with the purple pleasant peregrine and in the wing chaffed vision of the red-wood tree, the river knows the way, the river knows the way.

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Bob Dylan Photograph

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by artcritique on March 8, 2012  •  Permalink
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In the Ancient Brick Time of Alblackica, the Wheel is the Feather of the Storm Whose Indices are One and Zero and Variable Based on the Factor Polymerization of its Atoms

MAZUVONT MOTHER-ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2011

In the Ancient Brick Time of Alblackica, the Wheel is the Feather of the Storm Whose Indices are One and Zero and Variable based on the Factor Polymerization of its Atoms

Consciousness-Analogue

In every street there is a house without a window that opens towards the seaside; the breeze doesn’t blow in Al-Parabi-vacuum, the sun is the virtual Dog Star of the moon writing its own alblackica texts on the runic beds of no-time; journeys ‘within moments’ from sunrise patterns of the dockyard to the self-shaped ships of an ancient Columbus across the boveran élan of the cape boulevard into the diminishing light of the twilight bay sinking into the blackbow of many sub-tropics of land and air is the real observatory eyehole through which relative densities of quasi-fluids are measured. Mazuvont, here, looking from the tower of the iced-glassed container that held the empty buckets of the time-wheel of transformation and change, saw them run naked on the beach, stars shining like alph-flowers of a mega-moun clock strumming the binary hairs of the oceans’ string a la singing the Terrasuxa Quataz eternal songs; some dressed in drainpipes like the Dylan poet rambling and turning and changing and laughing as the procession met the dawn of the hour returning to the sea.

That was a clear whistle before the rains came in with the mighty roar of the great flood; Mazuvont, here, in the tower looking at the waves saw the terrible beauty caught in the beast of the naked ocean’s arms churning the great waters into the sorcery of dance – reason lost the profane madness of its own clear identity and became the good man of a ghost who was not seen anytime but laughed and sang as if all are empty signs in the streets of Shigatse, as if nothing existed before or after, and, only this seclusion is just a game of sponsoring the zero factor of the flying birds that clutched together the hot metal flame of the shining Helium plates that was even not before but only today, and with the cross-prime stylus of the Yuwazia, the dromos-dero was finally walking in space…

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Bob Dylan Album Cover: Slow Train Coming (1979)

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