THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT

 

THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT 

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours are splashed by the sun’s primal meridian

Evoking the silence of silvery nights

Dim light’s ambrosiac reminiscer of the seas

Over a book of Hamlet, recollecting

Ancient coins, stamps, murals and seals

Time’s prolific mistress Ophelia is drowning

Drowning in the indistinguishable ether of memory

At the bottom of the floor the mosaic patterns mirror oblivion

Unoccupied by the birth of a star or a stream that flows by in

Words are radioactive decay of atoms causing collapse

Silence is the superposition

Thinking allows us to master the universe

In the holy Ajna, the sacred fire is the peacock’s wish to dance like the rain

Darker the clouds lighter the burden of the sinuous hills

And as the peaks coiled like serpent’s tail He Fathered the deep symmetry of the race

 

 

Events that become the ground reality of things self-collapsed into one possible nothingness frame

Rest all are mathematical projections of the hyperspace functions

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

The candle doesn’t mark the end of time but eternity

As long as we live as ‘one in many’, in the many fields of the Symbolist Movement

Crossing the frontier with Mallarme and Laforgue

Into the dead analogous world of parallel uncertainties

Paris transfigures

As Rome as Venice

The flowers in the garden

Bringing Her glory of the spring

Nestled in the relative harmonics of simultaneity

Sharp like the knife’s edge in the chill delirium

Voices ringing in the far-off shores

Felt the constant stillness of the soul.

The actor suffers to deliverance

The mob cracks; the walls, the fire

‘THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT’

Far and beyond as near to nearness compelling thy light

To manifest itself in the synecdoche of universal bliss.

 

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘There is no more firmament’, one-act surrealist play by French playright Antonin Artaud, 1920s

The Occult Prism in the Sirius Refracting Light for Uniformity of Laws within the Creation: The Geometric Adinkras of the Dogon and Digitaria (The Eye in the Triangle)

Sirius Star System/Sirius B/The Chandra X-ray Observatory Image

Sirius Star System/Sirius B/The Chandra X-ray Observatory Image

Consciousness-Analogue

Stars embody thought systems of intelligible matter

Within the occult hyper-dimensional language the binary becomes the triangle in the eye

Sparking moonstones of digitaria illumine the sun’s berl-harps

Moving with the destiny that will determine the change of seasons

An effect without a cause, the cause overturns the effect to make the law of the equal opposites

The dog has its tail on the rail before the rain can make the freight run

The door is the opal hinge across nebula that heard the footsteps of the coming

What exactly it is time doesn’t know

"The Only Real Valuable Thing is Intuition" - Albert Einstein/ Monalisa, 2013

“The Only Real Valuable Thing is Intuition” – Albert Einstein/ Monalisa, 2013

Inside the Sirius the occult macroscopic self-illumination point is on the verge of another collapse

Translating possibilities into the real-virtual world of action/Superfast action potentials of Zebra-moun vessel

Shining scriptures are the profound enlightenment that Kant has given to humanity (Know Thyself)

If you stand on reason like a bed rock, the tree stands on itself its roots deep into the crust

But still the leaves sway and fail and fall, recycled back again to become the diamond in the sky (Active Geo-Chemical Turn-Over)

The tar is the intelligent wing of the dark energy it uses the quantum black-rose of the ZPE

On foam of matter it reconstituted the imaginative mind with an intuitive sensor

Faith is a number with an open access to the computer code (the biological computer and its super string partner in the creation)

Matter is not locked from inside but can reciprocate love in the divine context (the supramental walking!)

And divine is what you are and all that you ever had in your life – the true self speaking

Rich or poor, blind or deaf, intelligent or foolish – you all are the strength that awaits to manifest the struggle that He has to undergo to prove that light is worth perceiving in the sentient hours of ignorance transmuting the cells to awaken the knowledge far beyond the stars.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

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

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

Shakespeare, Monalisa 12

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

 

 

 

The Secret of Our Evolution of Consciousness is Not in the Stars but in Ourselves- The Re-reading of Shakespeare to Understand the Complex Simplicity of the Creation

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

 

“Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings”. – (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II, William Shakespeare).

 

 

Light is coming from yoningo kaal umva kaal

Light is coming from the yogic script of the dance

Before and ever, there was movement of the waves in form of a dance

In the lap of transmuting matter the sprit yearns for the document of freedom

In the violet cycles, in the red effulgence of the blue stars

In the green bed of the orange urn gathering dews falling from the skies

She heard no more nor questioned herself

She ran to be free as a feather on a bird

Her bangles jingling her anklets tingling

The sound was a terror in the eye of the cat

 

She was the white light of the naked sun drenched in the shadow

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

She was the road to Olmo-lung-ring, the Shambhala, the Arden and the Happy Isles

She was the discreet manuscript of the evangelical horses

At point in the electromagnetic field of superconductivity

She was herself not in her but in Him and through him reflected in other things

She was the worshipped soul of the Adi Purusham

She was not there, not there but always quiet like a lake full of lotus

Aditi in terminal hole saw the Manjusri of Maitreyi

Sowing the immortal seeds in the garden

A flash of light like a winged spear from the future of its past

Touched the forehead of my crowning lines

I was no more in the time of its time devouring the time-eternized

But thou art in the fashion of words programmed to reach its original copy

I shall live in the stone and the sky, in the running waters and huddled hills

And nothing shall disturb the quiet life of things

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

RASA-LILA: QUANTUM COHERENT GLAUBER STATE IDENTITY COHERENCE IN THE UNIDIMENSIONAL DZOGCHEN PRACTICE OF LOVE-ENLIGHTENMENT (YOGIC-LIGHT OF BHAKTI-SHAMBHALA ZAZUN PRIMAL TANTRA)

RASA-LILA: QUANTUM COHERENT GLAUBER STATE IDENTITY COHERENCE IN THE UNIDIMENSIONAL DZOGCHEN PRACTICE OF LOVE-ENLIGHTENMENT (YOGIC-LIGHT OF BHAKTI-SHAMBHALA ZAZUN PRIMAL TANTRA)

Rasa-Lila: Quantum Glauber State Identity Coherence

Lord Krishna is Lord Krishna in the Blue Light Matter of Devotion

Lord Krishna is Lord Krishna in the White Light of One’s Love

“Its only Love that attracts the Lord”- Adi Buddha

Tetrat terav tetrat

Nestrat nihayo nestrat…

Love is the Ocean of Rasa

Krishna-kule antaryāmī aami

I am the giver of Consciousness in Sri Krishna Blue-Home Heaven

Devotion to the Lord by the universal act of love’s proclamation brings joy to the creation (Simultaneous upward and downward causation)

To make that happen the language of the heart (Bhakti-Giti-Mala) must embrace the twilight radiance of the play/lila that takes place,

And that which unfolds manifold realities in Radha Sri Sarira (the rahasya/secret)

Esoteric numbers of the superconscious realms are engendered from Her as the Lord understands the prometrics of Rasa-Lila

Together with Her in His dance with the Gopis

The Gopis are ecstatic functions of supraphysical reality in timeless communion with Radha-Krishna coherent Glauber States for

Further quantum manifestations

Without Dance there is no creation

No integration in leaf and the bole

No Rig-pa, no Bon

Differential quotients within infinite fragments must become the shapeless commodity in farther constellations to become

Fire in the ice of a seer-will force (Sri Aurobindo’s Light From Acrux) that predominates (Mahakala Action: Mother’s Agenda)

All hyperspace conjugations of the metamorphic mind

Mind forever the same, changeless

Yet transforming to reach the highest state of enlightenment through Dzogchen practice

Silence at the heart of the lotus fathers the land of christ’s paradise

The Padmasambhava and his beloved in the purple sun as the blue light of Krishna embracing Radha in the Quantum Absolute Mass Entanglement with dense electrolytic Xinom Supermind Waking State of natural condition

The Last Supper: da Vinci

The Rasa-Lila takes place in the Last Supper of Christ with Mary Magdalene and His Disciples

The Feast is also the showering of Divine Love that creates art poetry sculpture  literature and science

Love is the only fundamental subjective experience shared by great poets like Rabindranath Tagore, Wordsworth, Shelley, Milton, Browning, Shakespeare.  It’s the same love for music/art that brought the symphony from Beethoven’s heart, the lyrics from Jim Morrison, the paintings from Raphael, Monet, van Gogh or Degas or the sculpture from Michelangelo.

Love is in multiplcation, the factor sum is the consort of every deity of love in art/music/sculpture/literature/science as revealed to the artist in his union with the Lord.

"it is an ever-fixed mark

Padmasambhava and Consort: The Nyingma Old Primordial Energy State and the Zahum-Ushi Mandala of Perfect Poise in Love

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

	Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

	But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 
- Sonnet 116, Shakespeare

"The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?" - Loves's Philosophy, P.B. Shelley

What if we still ride on, we two
With life for ever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree,
The instant met eternity--
And heaven just proved that I and She
Ride, ride together, forever ride? 
- The Last Ride Together, Robert Browning 

"It is he, the innermost one, who wakens up 
my consciousness with his deep hidden touches. 
It is he who reads magic incantations upon my eyes, 
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart 
in varied cadence of pleasure and pain". 
- Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

The Burning Giraffe, 1937, Salvador Dali,  Kunstmuseum Basel, Basel

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

Consciousness-Analogue

In the dead title the giraffe was an animated being from the world of L’Age d’or

Painting sublimates the Freud in us asking questions that answer the paradox

In every vertical flame the lateral cube of ice is the burning deck of this creation

Man, Monster or God has to face the imagination in consciousness for his next level evolution

Hamlet hears his father’s ghost ; Hamlet ponders on ‘nothing’ in the Yakir Aharonov’s quantum space

The theatre is the golden craft of a triangular time gyrating within the Three Graces

And the cinema is the pastoral setting of a live doorway to the artistic fusion of the dead author with the un-born reader of Egalitarian value

Lightning struck the old eagle of the Wheel; the falcon knew what the spirits exchanged

They are talking about the ‘theta’ migration of sustainability

Prophetic precognition of the Origin ‘p’ in the ‘o’ of the eye worm-hole

Vora-gate opened to transfer ‘the agenda of ananda’ as consciousnesses to the people

Noble men rise to the occasion – on the wings of Shambhala I saw him float

He, may be, the carrier-force of a Greater Revolution in time.

(The Journey of the French-Revolution in the Eye of the Micro-Gravity)

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Stone Apparatus of the Mind-Tray in the Formless Vision of the Cat

Quinwing A, Samij Datta

Stone Apparatus of the Mind-Tray in the Formless Vision of the Cat

Consciousness-Analogue

Gurundig had a vision one day

She lay happily in the dream boat of an unknown truth

Played over a piano in c-sharp and minor scales

Arbitrary numbers became alphabets on the mouse-pad of her living world

She saw signals trapped in outer space that are moving in a distance

The equator was the face of a coyote running backwards in time

Frozen circles of memory mesmerize ether’s vibrating nebulas

And under the full moon the bark-tree song remains the same

Ages have passed under the bending sickle’s memorandum of understanding                                                            

Reason has toiled in the garden of its laughter

Weeding tropics with jobless acquisition of wealth

The river plantation have ceased statues collapsed like Mixolydian arcs

Gurundig was the happy mate of a satyr tragopan

Brewing coffee on the magic carpet of Dattatreya mantra

Dattatreya Hari Tat Sat

Forces are coplanar dusk hymns of Alblackica on anti-matter run

The sun is a dog bone chewing time like a dog in the micro-mind ether of the red space

Flying like a libretto of Francesco Cavalli in the Baroque evening of a mid-summer night’s dream

Was Shakespeare born from another planet in a different solar system?

The mind is a holographic universe attaining self-hood through enlightened thoughts

And as Gurundig in other Gurundigs melted like ice, there was an arrow of time like thunder in the skies

Where is the key given in the night of the Nights when the gods slept in the dreams of their destinies?

Where lay your kingdom what waters you have sailed to come to this shore?

Is memory a sacred beast lying in the space oblivious of everything?

Are you still dying or living like a dead in the mirror of mirrors haunted or deserted?

What bones mutter in the air in the shape of a Holocaust and crying like a baby in the infant cradles of your history?

Time was a hidden  line of significance that incarnated points on the index of a page

It read itself incognito

The past is the present in the future of the past

And the past is not a past in the present future of time

But a light of flaming feathers on a quinwing- DNA isomatrix

Heliographic circles of Old Possum’s Practical Cats

Gave alpha zazix turn to king-circle-queen-well substrate of the creation

The wheel is a wheel in the cylindrical psychiquazim mind-matter of Jagannath

Yaya-Chakra-Chintamani-Yaya.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Rupi’s Dance (2003), solo album by Ian Anderson

Ophelia’s Death and the Paradox of Time-Vector in the Rational Thinking of Man

Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1851-52

Ophelia’s Death and the Paradox of Time-Vector in the Rational Thinking of Man

Consciousness-Analogue

How poetry is silent admiring her death? Ever so beautiful in the fall of her hair

Time meta-trageth time in the mirror of existence

Saw the final dissolution of her metamorphic play

Shining like a star and drowning like a sun in the winter marshmallows of her youth

Slowly interspersed in space in the quantum-mevon world

Dream’s speech offered her the true light of consciousness

And in that binding of the self too pure was her matter earthly

A frame has frames many frames within the cosmic exegesis

To what the eye responds through the vermilion-psychiquazim

Ophelia was a child, a princess of her destinies

With a true heart of surrender to the life in her songs

A rose is a yellow moon in the fractal e-cubic vision of her art

Sine cosine angular momentum in tetragonal Brahman bliss

Art can speak more than the language of art, its vehicle is transformation and change

Mirrors stand gazing at Plato’s retrocausality in the cave allegories of his thoughts

Intelligibility is a king-shot hot-line offered to Hamlet

Often misunderstood by the strains of his character

What error stabs Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the von-Neumann projections of history and time?

Oh Friends! Man cannot die till he bears the cross in the golden pentacle of his dream.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Retrocausality, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Eggcaziz of a Dream Inside the Ziwi Starship from Sirius B: Matter as Consciousness as Consciousness as Matter.

 

 

Sirius B, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Eggcaziz of a Dream Inside the Ziwi Starship from Sirius B: Matter as Consciousness as Consciousness as Matter.

Consciousness-Analogue

Living circles of zero tapestry in the monastery of the reptiles

Flames are conquered by silent walking in the interstellar space

Caught a glimpse of the networks Rawis-Rewa-Utah and others

The vernal equinox is a configuration time

Leaves are solemnized by the beautiful petals of Ra-Harakhte flowers

Offered their friendship and love to eternity

To the X from the Z through the Ra-Ro-Re-Isis

Once she painted the circle with the lava from a crater

And thought she poured Antarctica into the hole

Dreams took their shelter in the Sirius B of the Dogons

Archetypes emerging from the point of Alblackica

Days were nights of the Easter thinking like a tree and smelling like the jasmine

Cups paled in heavy weight of the micro-gravity pressure up and beyond

From the Dogpluon Ziwi Starship Yanumbha Kaal rotator circular disc descending.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

Consciousness-Analogue

The quadraphonic sound-mystery in the coherent quadrupole-octupole motion is the binneal catalyst of life and beyond; what’s beyond the surreal mirror of Salvador Dali is a hexatet function of time in the stars; god does not play dice in the loaded fulcrum of the mind’s thesis, the music is the profound analogue of the vast earings of the sun caught by the camera width-length of the moon’s analogical grammar after Sunday breakfasts and in rainy afternoons; we have passed our silent speech and judgement in the winter terminals of bosons and fermions measuring their angular momentum by the hypodermis of spatial contagion, how sad it is to feel trapped between the logic of our brains, ‘how dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’

After the quasicondensation, all that were rolled into the pathways of Alblackica, turned the germ-seed of divine propensity into recognised quanta of light photo-sensitive particles, shimmering like wavicles in the 2-qubit NMR systems that felt charcoal as ashes in the evolution of matter into higher forms of zatter and katter. Time remembers how often we cycle round the spheres as monometers picking up ‘Nuit et Brouillard’ and raising signs of a change with-change to alter what we have defined in the poetry or prose of Dante Alighieri and enact the final commedia in front of the raging bulls and dead-horses of Guernica : history is the sign-language of the signs the Peloponnesian molybdenum isomerizing the hymns to the arabic praises for the ninth-moon octet of the sun; nevasto oktamin alca oktamin Romeo-Juliet couplet…richness of life is measured by the vision you have and the consciousness you remit.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘Arms and the Man, by GB Shaw; ‘How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’ – Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson; ’Nuit et Brouillard’/'Night and Fog’ (1955)- Documentary Film by Alain Resnais

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