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

Random-Coherence/Wall painting/Sikkim

Random-Coherence/Wall painting/Sikkim

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

Divine Mother/Symbol

Divine Mother/Symbol

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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

The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha

The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha 

P B Shelley, Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die    

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821

 Consciousness-Analogue

The dance of circularity is the maha-nam angan braja-lila of the primeval existence (creation of meta-pollinating vessel on the exo-creation of self determinism)

Through you I am him in the tree of life as the fruit that seeds the flower of love

Sri Radhika is the rhythm language of the operational matrix to promote love as friendship on the geometric canvas of super differentials in a Higgs Field

There is a light in the self-reference of light itself invoking the cosmic paradigm shift

Consciousness is anti-gravity matter of bliss on subatomic particles in a quantum jump

Without the Shepherd, the sheep cannot find direction of the mother eternals (primitive mother-ships from Crohetad Server)

Their lord is Hari – chanting to create the cause of the final descent

Their effects overruled Pauli’s exclusion principle

The moon was the arc-bow of the sun in the Adi Adi Yugas  

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

The mind over matter (the Supramental wing-head Alblackica) is the converging point of the Lila-Khetra/field

Braja-Dham, Maha-Nam, Anu-Anga Lila

Three fold times (trikal) is eternity immobile on the holy sacred supreme moint – Maha-Kumbh

Eyes watching the silent replica of man in the honey gatherer’s pot

Sweet was that music that came as Mozart and flew as Stravinsky

In the rite, the grapes mouthed the solar-wine for the journey’s lunar destination (Chandra-pat)

And as boundaries collapsed, the walls brought down- man tasted the nectar of love

In the trance across the ocean of wilderness he stood there in front of gates of immortality.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

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William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

Consciousness-Analogue

The mystical belongings of the ancient race can trace itself to the Forests of Arden

Time’s enormity is confined in the quadro-dynamics of the mind’s ear (the history of Sruti from Silence)

The cobble stones that make the road are the feet of your words in a trance like state

A quantum journey that man must partake to reach the prefix of his destiny

Dissolved in that forest of silence, the Brahman is the true Shakti of the magnetic force

The fermions exchange with bosons in the Last Supper of the creation’s rite

Parallel universes do exist in the nano-infinity of the tall tree (the ancient Vauxhall tribe of the Red Indians)

Within the realm of the magnificent architecture, Shambhala opening its gates of freedom

With the closed-aperture of the individual’s camera choice in the whole macrocosm

The bark is the feather of the winged-war horse

That dives into the ocean of everlasting love

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

To recreate the Dwarka or Alexandria or Rome or Athens

From the sea-voyage of the sun in the moon’s chalice of the midnight sonata

These are revelations of the ancient stone in the khwa-zim-uvra space

Broken harps of platinum may sing that song of the road for ages to come

Connect with that storage information system in the cells

You may receive an answer from the abode of lights.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

Quest for True Knowledge is the Freedom of the Immutable Self : Another Brick in the Walls II and the Dickensian Humor in Oliver Twist

Charles Dickens, Monalisa 2012

Charles Dickens, Monalisa, 2012

Charles Dickens, Monalisa, 2012

“IF YOU DON’T EAT YOUR MEAT YOU CAN’T HAVE ANY PUDDING”?

(Another Brick in the Wall Part II/Pink Floyd/Roger Waters/1979)

Another Brick in the Wall Part II: The Psychoanalytic Domain of Man

Another Brick in the Wall Part II: The Psychoanalytic Domain of Man

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“Please sir, I want some more”.

Lines reverberate with the passion of the inner flame of intuitive imagination

But man is too distant from another man

He cannot hear the call nor can he know the wisdom immaculate

He is a prisoner in his own mind fighting at odds end the life

Strings are dancing like time talking to the self

Lost innocence of the humming bees churn the ocean from its vault

Magnificent paradise are lit with the inner glow of the child

He is the thinking man’s rationale of truth

A ray of the sun on the vertebrae of matter

The spirit must come forth and hold its destiny

Or there is no need to repeat the mantric lines

You are, therefore, forever like a bud of the inviolate rhythm of the flower

Watching from a point outside this creation

Falsehood falls when light pierces the strange doctrine of equality in things

Neither I want nor I will, but bless you all so you may find the peace.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens

The Byronic Hero and the Rosicrucian Parable of a Dream: The Afterlight ate the Darkness

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

 

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

“The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent”. – She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron.

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Incense candles murmur gently

With every light she walks in beauty

Folded in the interim between seconds minutes and hours

Handed down by a poetic sublime

Thoughts treading faraway space

In the magnificent outer ring of the creation

The psychic persona of the man finding the limitless in a reverie

Like the growth of a flame from the pool of her shadow

He felt the silent ripple from the far away stars

That was the innocent compassion of the original delight

In the sat, the chit is the ananda of intuitive imagination

Within us all the divine rests always in peace

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

We follow the nuances of time while growing towards it

Beyond paradox, marshalling the forces into infinite liberty

Barajavantosh creation is far away, far away

In the platinum, movements observe varying planes of consciousness

Da-Da-Da the rivers awake before the sun has drenched the stone in its destiny.

 

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Da- Datta-Charity; Dayadhvam-Compassion; Damyata-Self-Control {Brhadaranka Upanishad, Rishi Yajnavalkya}

 

 

 

 

 

The Flaming Romantic Hero of the Cosmic Genesis: Extrohan-Eragman-Sun-Years of Ionic Supramental Sadhana

         Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

“I’d come back to walk your fields through;

I’d come under the vaults of lime-trees,

On a slope of Trigorskoe’s hill,

A worshiper of freedom ours,

Of Graces, joy and high mind, still.” – ‘Fairwell, O, Faithful Leafy Groves!…’, Aleksandr Pushkin

“Let God help you, my dear friends,

In storms and everyday distress,

In dark abysses of the earth,

In desert seas and alien lands!” – ‘Let God Help You…’ , Aleksandr Pushkin

                                 

Consciousness-Analogue

Eternity exists in words; music is the freedom of the soul

Each thought a wave connected to other waves

The seasons fall in between that movement

Flowers are the opera in the dark abode of the sun

Venice in Moscow turns a chapter in Paris like an uncertainty phenomenon

Revisions that subject non-locality in things

Their truth lies in time corridors opening to the mind

The lake is the frozen bust of an Apollonian angel

Walking like the Bacchic maiden of a thousand light years back from this place

Chapters enclose paradise of poets in the evolutionary consciousness of beings

That journey was made- now and then it’s their time to return.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

James Joyce and the Subatomic Quest for the Chalice: The Final Grail of Quantum Identification

  James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

 “I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes”. – ‘Araby’, James Joyce

The Grail Chalice is the outward symbol of man’s final quest for beauty – the beauty that exists in love, and in life- its that enlightening aspect of self-transformation in things. Without it, life is a sordid cup of sorrow, the artist cannot paint the Madonna of the mind or the Monalisa  of the dream. The Buddha is the Christ in the mediation of the cross on the rose of the eternal coin. That coin is the tree of prosperity,the kiss the final wealth to be accumulated by the outpouring of grace – winter harvests the spring of the early descent of the Lord into the monsoon of green vegetation thereby renewing the cycle of life from birth to birth, and from that birth to the rebirth in immortality. The sacred wish is to attain that liberty- the dzochen is the beauty self-preparation for that stage by acquiring the consciousness to enable the process.

Time was the fragment of the stone, Chintamani

Time was the unconscious element flowing in the stream that gives recognition to objects

The quantum wave is the writing on the stone, the scripture of the artist

God whose sacred poetry is the prose of the Stephen Daedalus in the many moments of the light travelling from the point of origin

Sun gods are young in the nubile river of the diction, words afraid of the meta-entanglement are jumping like seagulls into the sea

They cannot see the heavy rock that takes the shocks of the waves transmuting the pain into the litanies of the full moon joy- birth to birth is rebirth and the end is immortality.

To Shambhala, the future is the locked secret of the sweet envisioning

The King can see over the cold Gobi desert

that the world is about to change

as destined in the words of the prophetic oracle

Man is the choice for the next experiment in evolution…

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Nonlocal Circuit in Quantum Leap: Self-Integrating the Boson Jump into Wave Cloud Possibilities Using Monet’s Landscape and Rodin’s Sculpture

Sunset at Lavacourt, Claude Monet, 1880 (Impressionism)

Consciousness-Analogue

The sun has floated its wings on the mirror of the sea,

 On a river plate, painting its shapes with wonderful images

Lakshmi-Narayana and the Kalchakra and Gita

A song embodiment of the rudra-veena, vayu-vyas, deva-putras

Carrying through it, Horus and Hathor and the Tigris and Euphrates

In the broken arms of the lost sailing ships, Artemis and Durga

Apollo, Demeter, Jupiter, Athena and Aphrodite

Sat-Tat-Lila in the stringed melody of Gopala

In the memory of the cross-fountain of final crucifixion

In the parable of Osiris, in the Krishna-Arjuna arrow head

Faith-circle integrated by Manu as Adam in the Tree of Life

Matter wakes up to see its beauty

As do man, god and beasts

“To Carthage then I came

The Creation of Man, Auguste Rodin, circa 1900/ Garden Villa, Meudon, Paris

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

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                                 burning

In the futile hours of the night,

The stars in their boyhood dreams

Saw light swirling like a monster into light and endless light

The serpent swallowed them all

In the figure a figure or just a dancing head of nothing but them all

See into widening space, into the crown of the Jehovah lapping the last drop of the real absolute

Eternity into time in the mind-caves of Shambhala

Remembering the day spend in the frank oneness of things

As a cult in the dream of Rodin’s creational manuscript

I saw entangled

In the lion of the speech

The tiger wrath of the ocean

Deep inside,

The mountains of that in this is empty

In the rising of the chalice of darkness

Charioting the dawn mist blue sky of further electrospherical fields

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- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “To Carthage…burning” (The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot)

Salvador Dali as Field Activator’s Prerequisite to Cognition in Consciousness: Towards Hiprivatox Supramental Gate

 

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-54), Salvador Dali, Salvador Dali Museum, St Petersburg, Florida

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 22:13)

 Consciousness-Analogue

The clock separates itself from time and eternity

It’s the liquid drip of the ocean of Dali in the fire of the light

The fish is the human aspiration towards greater certitude in reason

That death cannot become the name of the angel that breathes life into inanimate things

 

Immortality is the only hope of the artist who seeks perfection in everything   

The whole is not the whole but broken fragments that play up to infinity

Alpa-memory of history is the root cubic track-vessel of destiny greater than one

Coming back I saw grey dust clouds gathered over the Himalayas

Rain was the whisper of the piper’s dream before the dawn of the great voyage

“Enter into the joy of your Lord” .

Music overflowed in the land of paradise

From Shambhala I see the white roses embroidered on Bodhisattvas

They rear the Lost Shepherd of the primal race

In the golden rhyme of the ancient mariners

The stars were once the dead retro-galaxies of dark matter acceleration

Within a uniform length cut into pieces by the tailor of Ommersholm

The bowl was eating rice laughing from the nest of yung-drung bon-bon yung-yinghom-yia-yiyi

In the singing hologram of the mandala, Hiprivatox Supramental Gate was the only omega point of consciousness on earth.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Enter into the joy of your Lord” Matthew v.25/l.21

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Road from Shambhala to Beyond: Cell Orchestration in the Higgs Field and the Quantum Light of Surrender

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

The Road from Shambhala to Beyond: Cell Orchestration in the Higgs Field and the Quantum Light of Surrender

Eternity to the eagle is the primal modification of the eye as consciousness

What it cannot see it sees from the absolute height

Winds broke the silence of the seas imaging the mind’s topography

Streams flowing from natural crags gesticulate the behaviour of arboreal mammals

They have in them the strength of an arrow to pierce the circle of the sun

Vora-gate causality consecrating the viral metaphysics of existence

In time was time the child of the logocentric deconstruction of the ‘self in creation’

Brahman is active on supermind 3 via alblackica machine clock-head

Qua sel-purusha on d-sara purusha on k-sara purusha is the noble mammoth of prehistoric time

To touch the pure essence of infinity technology must improve the future logics of its own sweet will

Human capital perfection shall determine the market of a robust economy

To earn the right is to conquer the creation by an act of intelligent felicity

To do so the genome must ape the gods in the chromatin network by the super fast Frinctuon (Super fast time modulated function of non-euclidean spatial geometry)

To it, it was the tower of light in the star-gate crystal of a minstrel apostrophe!

Apocalyptic horse rider approaching the road from Shambhala to beyond…

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

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