The Whereabouts of Time in Schrodinger’s Cat Box While Quantum Jumping through the Mirror of Sylvia Plath

Quantum Jumping, Samij Datta, 2012

The Whereabouts of Time in Schrodinger’s Cat Box While Quantum Jumping through the Mirror of Sylvia Plath

Void or Sunyata is LIVE SPACE – it contains everything (it has dimensions of consciousness)

The Universe moves in the Mind represented by the MIRROR (it has no color but reflects all colors!)

The good old mirror has no preconceptions; Sylvia said it’s ‘not cruel, only truthful- the eye of a little god, four-corned’; both mirror and Sylvia are 6 lettered hexagrams sharing their consciousness through the focal point of intersecting universes, their holograms are transcribed in self-reflecting verses that waves counter when they jump in the quantum world with particles in a linear non-linear dynamic converse. The red shoes are walking on Sahara like the rhyme of the ancient mariner, their feathers are the long-lost wings of some buried spaceships in the desert; the albatross was a giant star from which the cave-mountain-volcano erupted like Vesuvius; today the dead log is the mask of tribes who felt the sun was a flower and the moon the muse to the lyre of Orpheus; the mirror is the self of other selves anonymous and strange in the flowing beauty of lake Titicaca; the sea was the orgy of Clytemnestra in some Epicurean epic, the tribes are not baffled by the complexity of life they know the sands are not the oasis in some distant dreams but they are red like splinters of charcoal under the flagella of Orion, Arcturus or Betelgeuse.

Many forms are formed in the sky like the emu and the night is a paradise full of shapes interacting within shapes as mind does with matter reflected in the myriad mirrors that lie before us on the road or elsewhere on the wall, and, each sign is a double-helix network that holds the transcript of human evolution from metal/plant life to the Superman/Supermind.

The journey is a writing pad that chronicles each step and narrates the past in the light of the future to show the present what it needs to mean so man may discover all that’s in him already and much more beyond.

Many-Interacting Worlds’ theory may even create the extraordinary possibility of testing for the existence of other worlds.The beauty of our approach is that if there is just one world, our theory reduces to Newtonian mechanics, while if there is a gigantic number of worlds it reproduces quantum mechanics,The beauty of our approach is that if there is just one world, our theory reduces to Newtonian mechanics, while if there is a gigantic number of worlds it reproduces quantum mechanics, In between it predicts something new that is neither Newton’s theory nor quantum theory’ – Dr Michael Hall, Griffith Centre of Quantum Dynamics

Rivers are the eye of the mirror

Incandescent light falls on her wings

She was Albatross and a giant star

A blue-bell fire kindled in the Arabian winds

A sun as alabaster in the heart of Rome

Smooth as the mammoth, the tusk beneath the ice

Quantum jumping where diagonals interspace

Consciousness is the cardiogram of the entire-creation-entire

Non-local diagrams are working in space

Revit rua retat tak grivam

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref Poem:  ‘Not cruel, only truthful- the eye of a little god, four-corned’- Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mirror’

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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