Walwogop-Gate (Quantum-Gate) And The Quatrohand Geometrical Paradise In The Retina of the Eye: Cosmic Influx Of Changing Dimensional Point-Positions In The Retro-Causal Field (Phase-Space>Duration> 3-d Oscillated Bubbles)

Symbol of the Supreme Eye, Monalisa, 2013

Symbol of the Supreme Eye, Monalisa, 2013

 

The Supreme Eye, Monalisa, 2013

Walwogop-gate (quantum gate) and the Quatrohand Geometrical Paradise in the Retina of the Eye: Cosmic Influx of Changing Dimensional Point-Positions in the Retro-Causal Field (Phase-space>Duration> 3-d Oscillated Bubbles)

Consciousness-Analogue

Space and time curled up to a point as if the point only exists nothing more

There are many such points of significance through which a line can be drawn

That within it is the point of non-local singularity – the quantum gate

Traversable points of the Creatrix’s worm-hole pushes origin to further originate other creations

Manifold are the ways through which quagman travels beyond the irreversible laws

Planetary motions must perpetuate the order of their destiny to stand up to their light source

In the solar plasma of kinesosin matter, innumerable vectors of the indefinable source may exist in the point

Isolating the point from the ortho-mero-prong radius of the circle, we get vecta-alo-prosme of the mind of the god (the Original Programmer) in the tree of life

Life is the valued fruit that seeds the quantum miracle of physical immortality

Mirra Alfassa: The Divine Mother

Mirra Alfassa: The Divine Mother

Switching off the circuit inversely lights the matter of the mater in the law of subordinate inequality

The flesh bound by the its own dictum seeks the soul to change it

Work is in thy hand the weight of the hour hangs over the horizon

The Soul claps its hands by the second arc of the nomadic faith born from the absolute negative matter of primeval vacuum fluctuations – dra dra drin drin yehoa yehoa yung-drung krit

May the wound be healed by the silent blessings of time the Mother

The day when she hurried back to see her children playing like the stars in the night sky…

One day soon the seas will roll over the fire underneath the rocks to reveal the truth that is and that which was not.

Joy Roy Choudhury

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