Zero-Point Energy and the Micro-Gravity of Consciousness: Sustainability and Self-Coherence of a System (backwards from the Origin) Random-Club-Coherence -c-Creation-c
Dreaming worm-holes bathing in the sunshine of zero-point energy
Catches the steady dynamics of coherence through combination of Lilas
The field has bubbles floating in the quantum foam aspiring the magnitude of a greater state
Within man, man is thinking like the supreme divine of the whole creation
He walks around the macroscopic space blissfully turning towards the hyperspace
His inventions are logged in the mind of his aboriginal diary like a truth from the unknown signs
He is the Buddha-Chittamirita in the Christ to become the Hari-Purusha of every particle consciousness
Matter converging on wave-cloud apparatus of the amino acid Glycine to engender the power to levitate
Is the microgravity of z-matter-t working?
Ionisation of Supramental rishis taking birth within the cold fusion plasma vortex-K model (Dynamic Self-System-Organisation of Krishna in the Quantum Void of Adi Yuga-Tri-Netra)
The sun is a garland of marigold in the forests of Arden
Within the frame the lunar micro-seconds are travelling as migratory birds from the black holes
Mountains are sleeping serpents in the pentagram of Tesla
Sermions come from that quick black-box of quantum palladium
They adjust the Wheeler matrix of a motionless point churning the probability of Drake’s Equation
Therefore you must understand the king is also the pauper in the agenda of the book
Light the candles in the room, let consciousness flow between the vacuum fluctuations
Man must gather thoughts to harvest the world with intelligent devices
His voice is the last sound of the living god; his actions the only surrender on the co-planar path to divinity
His dream to unlock the eye of the eternal in the grace non-dual matter of time (the quadribon pyramid) is real
Love is a movement of an unborn prayer in the solitude of the Word
That Word from Him to us is like the diamond-lotus in the tree of life
Spring comes, and the breeze settles over the empty space spiralling incense with the glory
The scattered sun was a fractal petal of the rose in the dawn mist alblackica
Morning drives the passion of the chariots in the nebula of the cosmic syllable
And the moon was the occult vision of the synagogue of the dawn
Life Divine! Dark Matter Reveals Light from the Inner Sanctuary…Shambhala
- Joy Roy Choudhury













