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

 

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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

George Bernard Shaw and the Quantum Supercomputation Analogue: The Lateral Journey Through Star-Gates

 George Bernard Shaw, Monalisa, 2012

George Bernard Shaw, Monalisa, 2012

George Bernard Shaw, Monalisa, 2012

Two percent                                     

        of the people think,

Three percent

  of the people Think they think,

And ninety-five percent

 of the people would

rather die than

                Think.

–          George Bernard Shaw

 

“You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, “Why not?” – George Bernard Shaw (Back to Methuselah, 1921)

What is a premise to a thought if not a golden idea that is real but beyond grasp of the body?

Beyond the grasp of the body because thoughts are in-hiding in other thoughts beyond the physical domain

Body reconstitutes shapes and sizes but that too is relative

So, truth is not known in one plane of consciousness but from many planes of consciousness

We grapple with the surface normality of things – we live and die in that

But ultimate reality is not that – it’s that which is not known by our limited evidential knowledge

Everything we say or believe exists in some forms of reality

Dreams are faith integrals of our congruent non-locality in hyperspace

That too is reflective of man and superman

Man thinks of a another man who is HIM but not him

Who is HIM and not him?

Who am I?

I am George Bernard Shaw born in Dublin

I am not born in Dublin but in a cave on Mt Sinai

I am not born in a cave but in Altair or Cygnus

I am not from this earth but from Pleiades

Not from these stars or from satyrs

But from the sound of the eternal life-force

As if the strings are vibrating from that naught till there is no end or no beginning

Only thoughts act as a chalice to carry other thoughts and ferry them across

I am the boatman of several destinies from a red supergiant to a brown dwarf

In the rhythm I pilot the crafts so they supercede the speed of light

All light is absorbed by the darkness alone

So I can see there are no arms around I sing

No weapons or arson to drag us down

Only light cone emerging from the historical pentagon of the unfathomable stars

In the geometry of civilized divine perfection

In that order we make gods and gods make supergods and so on…

Man is an ant creeping like a spider in the jelly wire of light

Matchboxes can light a piece of paper not the sun

Let the true source be your origin from where you came down through many light years

It’s an old ancient time without the garden and the humming bees

I trod before that when truth was young in bed waking up to see the painted head of the old man

That was not me in Him but Him in his own self speaking to you

Smoking the laughter that rises to meet the end of the word

Silence rapture like clouds in the honest egg of a dream

And thoughts carried birds into the wilderness of the sky

The bearded rainbow gave them a sheltering nest

Look, you can see them too.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Cosmic Detour into Consciousness: George Harrison and the Changing Worlds (Baxtrom Light Traveling Weight)

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

“Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot…” – George Harrison

And in the seminal song “My Sweet Lord” he reiterates this waiting:

“I really want to see you

Really want to be with you

Really want to see you lord

But it takes so long, my lord…”

The seeking for the Lord is a long journey to the originaboun (the origin of origins) and as George Harrison felt it’s like “a door opened somewhere in the subconscious realm, maybe from a previous life”.

“All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn’t matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One’s values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality.” – George Harrison

Consciousness-Analogue

The starlight fragments bear the cosmic heaviness of the blue denim

Bulging on the edge like a bubble of some distant dreams

Made real by the fantasy of a life’s long journey back home

The emissaries are here in trapezohedron solar crafts

Flying like octane flutes of the Sri Radhika- The Harrison Wave Couplet of the eternal Brouhaman

Peacock sparkles on the midnight ether’s strange beauty of forms

Diminishing the mass equilibrium of the horizontal frame

Vertically aligning the gyrating torsion of the flamed cupola of light

Breathing like Krishna on the Adi Tattva’s creative impulse

In the motionless distance of time – time is the true saviour O Christ

And beauty is the door through which the seer penetrates his quest

Into matter’s utmost felicity with the spirit of its undying fashion

Creating new songs from the well of its wonderful rivers

Each a new beginning to the architecture of the exoplanets

Creating creations merging into creations

As the tree into forests of lavender and pomegranates

Swirling into the utmost dance forms of the invisible dark momentum of things

And becoming empty like an unwritten book’s many historical feats

Man shall climb to the reach the divine stage – Om Adi Om- Om Adi Tattva

And touch the Brownian consonance of consciousness

The chariot has come down to travel to the next apparel of things

To crown new dimensions of Supra-psychic technology

“All life is yoga”, and yoga is life in love to be free

To free the self, believe that you are to make this Life Divine.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

“Life on Earth is but a fleeting illusion edged between lives past and future beyond physical mortal reality” , and while commenting on the concept of reincarnation in 1968 he said “You go on being reincarnated until you reach the actual Truth. Heaven and Hell are just a state of mind. We are all here to become Christ-like. The actual world is an illusion and the living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be. I am not really George, but I happen to be in this body.”

Ref: “All life is yoga” – Sri Aurobindo

The Undying Truth of Divine Beauty as an Act of White Light Synthesis: Messages from Shambhala

“In Beauty we are united,       

Way to Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1933

Way to Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1933

through Beauty we pray,

with Beauty we conquer”.

-Nicholas Roerich

“An occult godhead of this beauty is cause…”. – Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

White Light Synthesis: Beauty is quarto-afro-pi that exists in everything. Without beauty, there is no science no rationality or the idiom of pure intuitive intellect in the imagination of poets or seers or musicians or painters. Beauty is an inbuilt gadget in things that draws other eyes to put their technology of the mind to innovate and explore it beyond the dimensions of its kinetic mobility. The immobile is the power behind that vision of knowledge that finds beauty in the infinitesimal particles in the cyclical wave of the most advanced creation. Therefore, beauty is a unit of the divine as the divine is truly beautiful beyond that unitary dimension in the polyglossia of object diversity in the worlds that exist.

Thy beauty hangs around thee like

Children will be Children/Henri Cartier-Bresson Photograph, London

Children will be Children/Henri Cartier-Bresson Photograph, London

Splendour around the moon—

Thy voice, as silver bells that strike

Upon

–          Beauty’s Halo, PB Shelley

That naked halo of beauty engulfs all objects giving them the celestial radiance of the divine creation where we stand- we face it every day in our life, we need to understand the subtlety of it, we need to look beyond ourselves to find it in within us in beautiful proportions. That itself is the harmony that Keats has sought in the sensual realm of beauty in nature:

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,

Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone. (The Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats)

Moving across sensual space, one discovers supra-sensory spaces and allied time denominations of that, beyond that into ever higher realms of beauty and so on.

“A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

–Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky”.  (She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, William Wordsworth)

The seeker can unveil the true spirit of beauty and find truth lying in it. That’s the fundamental freedom that one can exercise in the process of evolution of consciousness. The great poets and artists and scientists all have done that in their works thereby creating pool of resources for humanity to progress along the same lines of corporate development.

Beauty is a reason to exist- its the child of man

Beauty is the paranormal fragment of nature mediating darkness with quantum light of insurgence in the victory of the sun from the mental years imprisoned in the own quark and leptons of the federal process. Beauty thus is the translation of peace of an inaudible sound that chants the everlasting mantras of complete happiness.

Beauty is the flux of compassion in the trial of love over death and suicide.

Life can only win if one is truly speaking the language of beauty through the condensed mind that is activating time progeny through the peace incubation.

Beauty is peace on earth – beauty is the hands of sorrow scripting the final victory of light in the sempiternal curve of the unilever mind – the sparrow has many broken wings but the flame of desire to fly is not dead within – let the light unequivocally create the blue skies of heaven for the gulls to spread their evangelical wings across the superb velvet seas folding the moon in the quarter of the day challenging all that is impossible because the divine is the guide in us “exceeding us, to exceed ourselves”. (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

“In the immutable and inviolate Truth   

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

Sri Aurobindo: It is not a hope but a certitude that the complete transformation of nature will take placeFor ever united and inseparable,

The radiant children of Eternity dwell

On the wide spirit height where all are one”. – (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

The archetypal truth is the universal phenomenon happening unfolding in us to take us further where “the radiant children of Eternity dwell”.

If you are a traveller in the realms of beauty, you ought to find this place of radiance where children incognito shall wear the crown of the clowns in the immortality of life superimposing the fractal supermind on the finite magnitude of things – they belong to the heart of the future in the compassionate mind of the divine embodiment.

The primeval concept of regeneration is evident in beauty that springs in every season with its specific tint and hue, making merry with the time in pouring colours and mixing them with the palette knife. The yin-yang is at play in this process of the spirit becoming the flesh, of the seed becoming the tree and seed again.

Her divine beauty is the only flame – Radha’s love is beyond words – The Lord himself misrecognizes it in the first instance, grapples with it in the second instance, prays in the third so he understands and so on…

Divine Mother and the Petal Wheel of the Four Maha-Forces in Action

Divine Mother and the Petal Wheel of the Four Maha-Forces in Action

The divine petals of the four forces are operating in nature to make us learn what we can easily learn.

Maha-Kali the destroyer awaits fortune of Maha-Lakshmi to reconcile life with immortality through the myriad hands of Maheswari inculcating wisdom of the cosmic house (“The ideal goddess in her house of gold”- Savitri) in the tranquil renditions of the supramental perfection of art by the ever innocent spontaneity of Maha-Saraswati in the speedy recovery of things. These four eternal forms of Beauty bring harmony to our lives.

voice-signals from rialto-supermind Acrux.“Beauty is the existence of every particle in perfect harmony and perfect peace and happiness, whatever is eternally peaceful and happy, is truly beautiful and the journey to it is the eternal transformation of a being from ignorance to emancipation”.

– Monalisa as received through voice-signals from rialto-supermind Acrux.
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Electromagnetic Condensation of Time: Extrapolating Dali on the Maha-Kali Mandala

 

Dali, Monalisa, 2012

Dali, Monalisa, 2012

 

Electromagnetic Condensation of Time: Extrapolating Dali on the Maha-Kali Mandala

Sensibility of objects is beyond mental perception

Objects exist outside their elementary form, shape and size

They cannot be located on a spatial canvas

Colours transform art into music and music into poetry and architecture

Film is an analogue of the object as it exists subject to transformation

Film therefore is a transformative art

Change within change that takes place in matter is reflected through art and photography

Dimensions are changing – there is no law of independent fixity

It’s the dependent flux of things entangled with a supra-cosmic carrier of all origins

That carrier source particle is time – elongation produces eternity

When a rubber band is stretched at both ends, the finite dimensions are infinite wave curves of the pointless Brahman in play

There it all started as a magnificent journey of the eye in the roaming spaces of shiva

Without that, it cannot be it in the past of its future

Projections are made based on lateral incongruous geometry of the surrealist vision

To create is to organize the five elements in the zabber of the Brahman

Maha-Kali to Christ is a long road full of winding pathways to recover the essential light of the spectral Supermind

Consciousness the guiding principle, the god-hand of ether in the scientific void of realism

When zero is nano-infinity then faith is the master of all perfection in art

It only comes when you do the yoga of sunshine on the dark side of the moon

The moon is violent and blue; the dark phase became the white propellant of Shambhala

Churning oceans into the green abode of horses grazing at foothills of the distant constellations

Stars help in quantum connection linking B6 cubical with O7- liquid methane on nitro-ethanol

There was yilta of light on yulta of primordial sound

Music came like a vapour magnifying Dali

Bridging art with time

Soul with souls

And love with divine immortality.

– Joy Roy Choudhury 

 

                                                   

“Within You Without You”: The Musical Journey of Pandit Ravi Shankar Through These Years (1920-2012)

Ravi Shankar (1920-2012): A Journey in Music Through These Years

Ravi Shankar (1920-2012): A Journey in Music Through These Years

“When you’ve seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,

Is waiting there-

And the time will come when you see

We’re all one, and life flows on within you and without you”.

  – “Within You Without You”, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, Beatles, 1967 (lyrics: George Harrison)

Consciousness-Analogue

Music is the heart of the soul

Strings of sitar touching the feet of the Lord in things

It flows ubiquitously into the sea of void to touch the lapping silence of the light

In between all that, ‘this is that’ in him to be ‘it’ in that Malhar raga

The banks of Varanasi offering thy homage

To that divine inspiration that taught through the years

In that beautiful voyage in the 60s

Harrison, Yehudi, John and Phillip and all other distinct faces of the time

Carrying that boat on the river within them to light the last source of the sun

So tomorrow is a brighter day for those who travel into other worlds

The hidden spark of the Brahman giving wisdom from the depths of consciousness

To create that aura of undying music            

Ravi and George: The East is West in the West of East

Ravi and George: The East is West in the West of East

Not for once – but again and again

To be retold in the past coming back from the future

So we live with it as our very own – connecting with it

As music flows like thy peace melting bondage into paradise

Chanting the numbers of future explorations

For a beautiful world to be won in peace.

 

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

The Technology of Quantum Yoga in the Light of Consciousness is the Worship of Brahman in the Weca-Weca Small Unit Wohal ( From Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive to a Future Sustainable World)

1st Automobile: Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive, 1880

1st Automobile: Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive, 1880

The Technology of Quantum Yoga in the Light of Consciousness is the Worship of Brahman in the Weca-Weca small unit Wohal

Technology predicts the way we do our business

Technology is the psychisisation of the mind on the evolutive canvas

Technology is the brahman-in-brahman to be ‘that’ in ‘it’

Many hyperspace business models are recorded in the termas

That’s the boddhisattwa mind to unlock the secret in matter’s quantum waves

Intuition is more important that knowledge

Intuition is the power of cosmic mind to innovate

Obeying the laws of harmony in the eco-system

Not to run out of gasoline but “to strive, to seek, to find…”

The new ways of doing things

At Midnight - Light of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1940

At Midnight – Light of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1940

That has a long lasting impression on our present reshaping the future

To work is to learn to know what we can do to reach the next stage of human evolution

That consciousness, still is the thing we can procure to earn a better living

To have a child like mind in the winter solstice

To turn as we spin and quantum teleport ourselves to other worlds

Mobile transitions in immobile space junctions

In the wahoa-wahoa super star

Over the deep mountains in shambhala

Talking to the young apparelled light of darkness

In time is the time a hidden source of the alter

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

In the speaking tree of immortality

Cars roads and buses

Spaceships and astronauts

The leafy caterpillar eats that green savage

To become the beautiful butterfly

Restores the habitat where it is born

Man must connect to ‘it’

In the sutra of life

That is the only yoga you can do.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”, Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson