On the Occasion of Divine Mother’s 137th Birth Anniversary-The Part She Plays in Orchestrating the Work: From the Streets of Paris to Feeding Pigeons to Stars and Galaxies/21st February 2015

Divine Mother on the streets of Paris

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa in front of St Mark’s Basilica, Venice, Italy

Feeding the pigeons

Chonemorpha fragrans, Frangipani vine

Chonemorpha fragrans, Frangipani vine

Feeding the world

Feed in your heart

With her love song

Its stronger than a kiss

Softer than the sun

In the playground of the sky

run run run

Time cannot juxtapose synergies of an ancient truth; they are prevalent in the musical travelogues of the troubadours. With each passing day, the tree has expressed its own offering to the creation in an almost silent way. The fruit has gathered the flower’s morphogenetic vibrations in a little note from a bird that will nest in the future. Rhythm of an arcane moment eternise the Rialto so it can taste the artistic freedom of a higher existence. You may honour the season’s paeans in the sweet gesture of a firefly that sees every end as a cyclical reverie of the moon- this is the root of remembering the being visited by a sudden light half sunk in the river of ecstasy.

“A Light there is that leads, a Power that aids;

Unmarked, unfelt it sees in him and acts:

Ignorant, he forms the All-Conscient in his depths,

Human, looks up to superhuman peaks:

A borrower of Supernature’s gold,

He paves his road to Immortality”.  (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

Silken center touched by the scream in meditative stillness will generate karma from the vacuum grid – feeding the heart with her songs …regain consciousness  in the bliss of business called divine life – from light you are earning the gift of vision to experience…from darkness you are learning the deep solitude of the epiphany of space-time causal-rhyme

Divine Mother in a Playful Mood with Puppies

Divine Mother in a Playful Mood with Puppies

Feed the pigeons

Feed the puppies

Feed the world

Like your lassie

each wounded bird tells its story to the dim forest branches; scattered by the winds the starlight pierces the soft warm skin beneath…its last song is the theatrical eternal fossil that plays out time to capture Bresson’s decisive moment…Are you awake to Andre Gide, Marcel Proust and the oracles of Rimbaud?

 

She feeds the stars from the pigeons; the pigeons from the stars…

Keep faith

As you wait…

Tomorrow the song will be sung

By all…

-J

Video Concept & Voice by Monalisa/Words by J

 

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ETERNAL-URUSVATI-TERMINAL-HAIMAVATI- REMEMBER A DAY-HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE LIVING RIGHT NOW: AWAKENING TO THE ‘CHILD-IN-US’

Tribute to Richard Wright -‘Remember a Day’ Live by David Gilmour (Original from Pink Floyd’s Album A Saucerful of Secrets, 1968,song written by Richard Wright)

“This earth is the honey (madhu, the effect) of all beings, and all beings are the honey (madhu, the effect) of this earth.” -Rishi Yajnavalkya, Brihadaranyaka Upanishad

‘If only I

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

Child with Flowers by French Painter Bouguereau

could feel
The sound
of the sparrows
and feel child hood
pulling me
back again

If only I could feel
me pulling back
again
and feel embraced
by reality
again

I would die
Gladly die’.

– Jim Morrison, American Night

 

You must be wondering what’s wrong with you

It’s not unusual that it has been a long way far from home

But in between all that indifference the world has shown you

The child in you never abandoned your side, still waking up in frosty mornings

Bathing in the lullaby of the winds

Jim Morrison photograph

Jim Morrison photograph

The tree showers you with the bliss of morning flowers

Gladiolas the orchids and amaranthine roses

The rarest of them all the golden pin-ball

From where you came spinning like a boson

Sri Anirvan Ji Rare Photograph

Sri Anirvan Ji Rare Photograph

You didn’t need to obey the exclusion principle

Gurdjieff and Ouspensky rare photograph

Gurdjieff and Ouspensky rare photograph

Free unbound from space-time architecture

Destroy the cagey vision of mankind

That has made millions homeless in one beautiful home

They are all seeking for love to connect with their primal self – the child

Sitting like a mannequin in NY or Zurich, in Krakow or East Berlin

Or in a playful island in Madagascar or in Santa Fe walking on the beach

Scratching on the wood the totem of a preeminent fear

And on rock faces they auto-morph the ancient hieroglyphs of the sacred destiny

Struggle ends desire in annihilation

Acceptance is the warm awakening of your soul

You cannot forget that your blood is the source of the sun

The source of all that is there or not because love must exist

For you to co-exist in the inaction of that actionable time hypothetically dubbed as the no-boundary enigma-horizon

The bird must flap its wings

From Carl Jung's Red Book

From Carl Jung’s Red Book

So the angels can sing

And dew moisten the daisies

A lonely hour in the honeyed woods

For a prayer of its own to the guardians of light

Delight in the fanciful zest of a child looking at the cluster of stars

He must paint them one by one

Give name to each in his own way

That way is unusual unknown and never designated

The way of love has no-beginning no-end

Nor will it be defined by any system of belief

When you give yourself away

Almost exist unknowingly as a singularity of thought

Just a white flame of light

Then love is the root cause that gave substance the form

It felt the beating of heart many big bangs ago

Gave answers for you to return back

Home is where you are living right now! 9-ETERNAL-URUSVATI-TERMINAL-HAIMAVATI-00.00

-J

Watching the Space-Non-Space Integrals Unfold: Time to Re-Create the ‘Tapovan Katha’ as the Universe Speaking to a Child /Natural Beauty and Harmonious Super-Intelligence

Himalayan Flowers and the Natural Biodiversity that We must Protect

Himalayan Flowers and the Natural Biodiversity that We must Protect

“Just as the power of vision and the power of smell are indescribably transformed, in the same way, the greater sense of touch is also transformed and an ethereal beautiful world unfolds in the consciousness. Then, the picture of the evening of life is experienced like a colorful evening. Then, this knowledge is realized that, just as the play of day and the night goes on in the same way, the wonderful flow of endless life and death moves in a waveless stream. Then, everything appears wonderful. When the supreme beauty is established in the centre of perception, nothing offensive to the eye will exist. Then, my child, the secret form of life and death can be grasped. The eternal, the transient, the truth, and the illusory, and the rest of the differences will merge in the one infinite flow’.

– ‘Tapvan Katha’, Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

{Suryer prantare nadir matri-garve paharer itikatha: Across the Noosphere, the tale of the Mountain in the blissful cave of a river)

‘paharer akhyay chitta rooper dali                                      

Neils Bohr and Max Planck in Front of Maxwell's Equations

Neils Bohr and Max Planck in Front of Maxwell’s Equations

mrityu ke jay karechey aji

premer sagar strote ekti bindu tomare janay pranam

hriday ange baje maha-dham hate maha-nam’

on the infantile cradle of mountainous bliss 

silence like a sweet child bestowing the beautiful harping of flowers 

in their myriad nakedness their songs are full of poetry 

that offers many secrets of the pervading universe 

rocks from the star’s chalice is the monolithic stream of a wonderful journey

it never ends…it never ends…                                                 

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force/Hungary

gushing forward to the neanderthal cave 

the fire carried through the sublime protean masks across icy playgrounds to the desert

it must confront the perennial peril and overcome 

its joy is in the holy divinity of a flower or a conch shell 

or in the tribal hornpipes or in camera of his eye that brings IT to Reality 

ALL CAN BE SEEN OR NOTHING CAN BE SEEN 

ALL ARE OBSERVED /CONSCIOUSNESS A FUNCTIONAL STATE OF THE UNIVERSAL MIND 

MIND-MATTER ENTANGLEMENT IN THE PRESENCE OF THE THOUGHT-FORCE BOTH IN VITRO AND IN VIVO IS THE OPERATIONAL MATRIX OF THE BRAHMAN (THE VOID) WORKING THROUGH THE QUANTIZED ENERGY OF THE THOUGHT-CARRYING PARTICLE (TCP) WHICH IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE COSMIC MICRO-WAVE BACKGROUND RADIATION TEMPERATURE AND THE UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS                                                    

 

Divine Mother Symbol“Brahman is life. Brahman is joy.     

Jim Morrison as a child

Jim Morrison as a child

Brahman is the Void………..

Joy, verily, that is the same as the Void.

The Void, verily, that is the same as Joy”./ Chandogya Upanishad, IV.10.4

So, Health is Wealth and Immortally the Atman {Constructive Becoming}

TIME IS THE RELIGION OF FUTURISTIC PRESENT [CAMERA] CONSTANTLY WATCHING THE  PRESENTPAST  AND PASTEST FUTURE   HOMOGENEOUSLY [1<1], WHILE MOVING IN A CAR CALLED [SPACE : NON-SPACE}….. RUNNING THROUGH THE ROAD…

The Road to Shambhala….

-J

It was the Hour Before the Jazz: p-brane Oscillation and Dark Energy in the Empty Space

Montreux Jazz Festival 1971 poster

Montreux Jazz Festival 1971 poster

“If You Still Have to Ask, Shame on You”.

– Louis Armstrong’s reply to What Jazz Is

 

“You cannot solve a problem in the same level that it was created. You must rise above it to the next level” – Albert Einstein                                                                 

Jesus : Light from Shambhala

Jesus : Light from Shambhala

“Ever desireless one can see the mystery. 

Ever desiring one can see the manifestations. 

These two spring from the same thing”. – Lao Tzu /Tao Te Ching

 

 It was the hour before the jazz

In the sub tenor alto space

Dreams didn’t navigate the reality to come

Born from the future sequence of time

It crystallized the aura of melody in the bathing of a star

It will create its own language orientation for attainment of nirvikalpa

The tree must cry                                                  

Jim Morrison: "Every Day a New Day" - Zen Proverb

Jim Morrison: “Every Day a New Day” – Zen Proverb

The valley deepen

And rivers flow to soothe the nerves

This is a peculiar predicament of the cycles

Even the gods are bound by this ocular vision

A full circle of paradigmatic chaos inverts a high-order mind resolution – can you transpose alphabets from void

Sometimes unknowingly the knower knows the unknown – journey of the supermind

When light was a child in the womb of darkness

It loved the solitude and bliss

At day break thought’s insane force made him run

Ever since that big bang it ran to every corners

But the shadow did not leave him alone…’

-J