From Dante’s Divine Comedy to the Yoga of the Sun: Bioelectricity in Cellular Transformation Process via Surya-Shakti (Grace)

Dante, Monalisa, 2013

Dante, Monalisa 2013

Dante, Monalisa 2013

 

Consciousness-Analogue

The molecular cloud started collapsing under its own weight of gravity forming a protostar

The nuclear fusion led to the formation of structures inside

Matter took shape plunging itself into the divine comedy of the sun

It first took its flight – a quantum jump to its future place of worship on earth

Other planets followed the sages of wisdom to meet the owl of time

In the dark matter of things the secret of gravity was grasping the laws of devotion

Perfection kindled the tree of life

The atomic processor was the solar winds disseminating the particles

In the shallow waters of the marine estuary the limestone was talking to Dante

It said: therefore, you are your words that carry the time signatures of the carbon self

And you must recognise the source of your poetry

From origin to co-origination to dependent origination

The spirit was the substance that thou art called the stars

Wrahet vou-tra-moun acting as an agent of cellular transformation through artistic expressions

Immaculate self-belief is the only choice that you may have

Sun - The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Sun – The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

The road defined- the task cannot alter in subsequent time

Your thirst may quench the rivers and oceans but not yourself

And that is the only fire you may carry to feed the system continually

There are no systems no self-coherence no Dante at all

There is nothing in the concept of the All-Absolute (Krishna Adi Pralay- Shyam Sundar remitting the new Gita of existence for the benefit of all/ Nuclear submission of the particle before the chromatin network )

Today you are so tomorrow you will be

Thou avoid haste in the works of your life

That time has come to redeem the stone from the gods

Let the winds blow and carry the message across the many maha-kumbhs of this multi-verse

Your life may be the life of other lives in other creations that prays for the welfare of man

Let nature speak from the vaults of silence and time be the only cross to justify this existence.

 

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

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

 

Dadaji (Sir Dilip Kumar Roy) and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

Dadaji and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

 

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

 

 

The Ganges/The River's Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The Ganges/The River’s Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The River’s octave root is in the polished metallic surface of a biodegradable apparatus of the Sun

In the hollow well the coal offers fire of worship to the unburnt elements of the living charter

The doctrine of life is in the swing-volley of the tennis ball at the psychic centre of the willed craft-translations of the grand work

Shared acquisitions of the chintamani server can manifest perfect rainbow effect of the anti-gravity device

Fall is the jump in levatrohan cycle for every broheng tatyam

Silence is the causal-ship of speech in the yayupa-yayupa roaming space

Decorations are destiny doors of divine revelations when the naked earns its clothes to surrender itself to the quantum magic of love and proportion

Methods ate the man

The fairy is winging to glory

The gates of the dawn are carried in the sweet pellets by the ant

And then the River met the Ocean far across the undivided plane where the diving gulls are immersed in the flame of ecstasy

Yathesta yokrohong zaza

Satprem…Satprem…Satprem

Mother is the Music of the Soul.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

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 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

 

 

 

The Quantum Journey of Ulysses and Roerich: The Quest for the Happy Isles or Shambhala

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

“We are not now that strength which in old days 
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; 
One equal temper of heroic hearts, 
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will 
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”.

- Ulsses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Everything stands before us all:

The star the planets the cosmos and the man

Before we could read the twilight language of the script

There was a time of innocence and faith,

A sun veiled itself behind the tremendous alblackica

Journeying into the mosaic of a supra-cosmic all perceiving eye

That fathomed depths of the ancient pyramidal lights in the voyage across the sea

Ulysses in the happy isles soliloquised with the alpha-neutrinos of the Digitaria

Light in the full moon was the ‘tat savitur varam rupam’

Accelerating in the jahoa-wahoa cave of the creator

In the time of beauty, a moment’s delight was the sacrificial arm

Embracing the sky with the grass and sea

Blowing the conch shell when the cat uttered the first words from Schrodinger’s box

Helium-rei-ravas-neva-neva para-brahman

Zagrib-zagrib light years away- He was not She in the It of Them

It ate the apple and found the god sleeping in the flower of heaven

Dante was criss-crossing the imbha-plane of consciousness towards the eternal fragrance of the undying hours

That was that in the holy spectacle of the cinematic vision

Immobile vast stretching itself to the blind ethereal naught

Homer sleeping in a cradle of laser sunk into that silence of the origins

He saw what he created and cried within in supramental joy

There was a time, indeed, the first flower the sparkle of heaven

Pierced into my soul and the body was taking it forth.

- Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Quantum Entanglement of Elementary Particles From Andrew Marvell to TS Eliot: The Quest for Other Supramental Creations and the Presiding Encounter with Time-Moldavite-Yemaz-Tektite

TS Eliot, Monalisa, 2012

TS Eliot,Monalisa2012

A Young TS Eliot, Monalisa, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The savage green beast and the Holy Grail are the same

A part of the unbroken chain

The coordinates pull upon the axis of rotation

Man is the immortal being

He saves gods into supramental gods into the domain-less alblackica

Been the John Milton in the deaf sound of Beethoven

Transfiguring that ‘brahman’ into the divine shakti of the bliss

All in her that saw in the yariman of the Brouhaman circles

Walking across many horizons of truth-consciousness

The mind is the source of the adi-chintamani

In it is written the legal program that is scripted on the rock like a hymn

The psychic explanation of things is there

Beyond it, the creation exists on other cellular creations

In the vast eye of an ever changing self (Star on a Gaussian Plane- the Digitaria)

In the meta-profile of beauty that exists in love- the quatrau-ohim flower incandescence

All that exists will exist in the consciousness of things

Folded in white letters of the empty blank slate on the rivers

Stems that rise up as incense smoke become the rainbow in the sky

Let them come back to tell that you all

Or, “I shall tell you all”.    

- Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “I shall tell you all”. – The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

 

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

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