The Dance of the Supreme-Godhead: SIGNAL DAWN TESLA AND THE WEAK ELECTROMAGNETIC RADIATION (Q-K Ink DRIP)

 

Nikola-Tesla The Man Engrossed within His Elements

Nikola-Tesla The Man Engrossed within His Elements

HUMAN POTENTIAL AND THE MIND THAT CONNECTS WITH THE BODHI-CHITTA OF THE SUPREME-GODHEAD

“The gift of mental power comes from God, Divine Being, and if we concentrate our minds on that truth, we become in tune with this great power”. – Nikola Tesla

“They flash upon the inner eye/Which is the bliss of solitude…” – I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, William Wordsworth

“Atoms and systems into ruins hurled/And now a bubble burst and now a world”. – Alexander Pope

“How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” – Jim Morrison

 

The lateral point of all future vertices, the point of singularity on or above the event horizon

That manifests its being through a series of polymeric co-ordinates relative to itself

Is the reverberating pattern of the heart of all my stillness

The yugas are a life cycle spanning aeons of my existence

Pulsating in the perfect rhythm, the astral phoenix and the butterfly

Can reach out for a timeless journey of the self

The self is indestructible matter conforming energy from consciousness

The holy minstrels singing on the shore of the river of sorrows confirms pain as pleasure as they dwell in a thoughtless lapse of this journey

In the bull ring or at the Spanish conclave

Jim Morrison, 1970

Jim Morrison, 1970

At hilltops overlooking the sunset boulevard

Or at the rustic village where hay keepers dance around the golden moon

Each in his own way is connected to my source

When the glory of fancy withers like the rock

The cloud disappears and the sun is one great line of freedom and liberation

Through that envisioning experience you relieve yourself on the path of the golden divine

And history will fade soon like deserts wiping sands from old statues that fall

The new revelation is the cause for the final coming which is near

Goodbye!

-J

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The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It’s Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

 

The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It’s Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

“Between the idea                                     

Lord Dattatreya as the Absolute Manifestation of Trikal-Trinity (Karma-Bhakti-Gyan)

Lord Dattatreya as the Absolute Manifestation of Trikal-Trinity (Karma-Bhakti-Gyan)

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception

And the creation

Between the emotion

And the response

Falls the Shadow

Life is very long           

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is                                                                            

T. S. Eliot: The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It's Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

T. S. Eliot: The Occult Power Behind the Mind and It’s Connectivity with the Sacred Trinity: Where Life Ends Life Begins -A Nocturnal Dream Playing in the Daylight of the Creation!

Life is                         

For Thine is the…”

–          The Hollow Men, T.S. Eliot

 

“Androgynous, liquid, happy

Heavy

Facile & vapid

Weighed w/words

Mortgaged soul

Wandering preachers, & Delta Tramps

Box-cars of heaven                                                                          

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

New Orleans Nile Sunset”.

–          LAmerica, Jim Morrison

 

 Consciousness-Analogue

Immaculate as it seems

It’s not a paradox kept in a box

Energy revealed itself in sheets where time and space was not

A temple erected itself; it dissolved itself in singularity

A consciousness will-force was the power behind this

The leopards danced the mountains were signage of a green emblem

The lotus and the dragon entwined together, dreamt of a wild spark

Fire burning everything, fire in the hosanna splitting oceans in two

There was no road to that place there were no doors, no nothing

Absolute on the first step conquered it all

It was the beginning that had no end at all

It was beginning of no end

A strange feeling lost in a morning ether-shower

Smell of acacia and the grassy dawn that led to forever

I was awake when the sleeping worlds tossed their heads against the sky

In that light the darkness peeped like the suns and the stars

I fathomed creation from the alphabets that bore my skin

The horses grazing in the field looked up and down

The tide was coming surging in the distance

I had seen it all and had been through it all…

A flickering moment hasty like a motion was time of Kalki

And that was it all, nothing before or after

Lines repeated itself like a hymn and echoed in the primordial vastness…

In the transitory period, there prevailed an empty desire

Roots in the cyclotron were holding the flower for a psychic opening

These were conveyed to me by the Trinity from the temple of the everlasting day

If the heart can wait it weaves a dance that the point can know

And the point incarnates a liberating consciousness in spacetime

Though singularity is the result from which manifestation emerged

The psychokinetic Juwazit mind-consciousness was behind the formal scriptures of the creation

Rolling in the seas the waves knew each other gyrating about the lunar-suns

There I felt I was being born, being born out of something that was not me

Yet it was me all my being looking at myself though the mirror of time

I have passed the passage through the doors into that wide open olmo-lung-ring

Walking through time and eternity, I gathered myself in vacant lots.

-J