Messages on ‘Adi Guru Purnima’: The Tidal Effect of the Full Moon Generating FerroMagnetic Oscillations within Cellular Nano-Structures to Optimize High-Energy Post-Quantum Vibrations

Wall Graffiti Anandamayi Maa Ashram Varanasi Photograph by J

Wall Graffiti Anandamayi Maa Ashram Varanasi Photograph by J

Yellow full moon  guru purnima

Yellow Full Moon Guru Purnima

“I am Shiva

 Nothing arises in me, 

 In whom nothing is single, 

 Nothing is double, 

 Nothing is , 

 Nothing is not! 

 What more is there to say?”

– From Astavakra Gita

           

 

“Asato ma sadgamaya

Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya

Mrtyorma amrtam gamaya”

Lead me from the asat to the sat.

Lead me from darkness to light.

Lead me from death to immortality.

(Brihadaranyaka Upanishad — I.iii.28)

“The guided tour/I am a guide to the labyrinth        

Hara Gouri Bhander

Hara Gouri Bhander

city is inside of body made manifest

meat organs and electrical

power plants…

…………………

give form to the passing world 

Freeways are a drama, a new

art form. Signs. Houses. Faces…” 

– The Guided Tour, Notebook Poems, Jim Morrison

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky Walking in the Ghats of Benaras circa 1962

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky Walking in the Ghats of Benaras circa 1962

The pendulum swings left and right

Om Namah Bhagawate Kalipadaya

Om Namah Bhagawate Kalipadaya

Passes the mid-point of oasis

Where thirst for knowledge must relinquish its desire

And find the caveat of time in the soothing sensation of love

Pulse that automates a being of light

Nourished the limbs with the 5 elements of nature

The movement of hands, the rolling of tongue

Eyes and ears walking past every image captured in tinted films

Memory is like a vast ocean churning waves that climb up and down

They are falling still under the monsoon clouds

Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj with Mt Kailash at the back Satyalok Ashram

Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj with Mt Kailash at the back Satyalok Ashram

And the boat gliding across merrily

Singing songs that are forever new

Tracing their origins to Philomela

To the skylark

To the bhajans of Kabir

And Tulsi Das

To the flute of Hari Prasad Chaurasia

And the shehnai of Bismillah

Evoking jazz trombone on the 1st steps to Kedar ghat

Coffee brewing in Cafe Paradiso

Thoughts that glanced at thoughts

Sprinkled the river with twinkling stars

Sri Anandamayi Maa with Little Gopala

Sri Anandamayi Maa with Little Gopala

Mesmerized the footsteps of light and shade

Bearing B/w photographs of history’s innumerable travelogues

They are offered now to the Lord of Brihadaranyaka

Today,

Tonight,

The gramophone, iPhone

Through all ceaseless network noises

His Master’s Voice speaks

Like a drop of ethereal water

In the oceanic universe

Alone it speaks

And speaks not

Continues

Inside the Room of Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur, Varanasi

Inside the Room of Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur, Varanasi

It’s never ending loop

Music played

To the silent eardrums

The cells are infused with energy for renewal

Sishirer bindu hate matri hriday spandan sparsho kare bharatbarsho ke

Ebong taha hate srishtir gati nirdharito haay

Light to light

Darkness to darkness

Beyond both in between the time interval of 2 nanoseconds

The rasa is played by the union of bramha-shakti (Brahman & Shakti)

At Sri Bijoykrishna Goswami, Gosaiji's Ashram the Main Vigraha, Varanasi

At Sri Bijoykrishna Goswami, Gosaiji’s Ashram the Main Vigraha, Varanasi

For those who are wise without wisdom

For those who know without knowing

Like a boat on a river

Forever arriving and waiting

An act of ananda by divine decree

Touched the soul in many ways

Bhimpalasir mridanga khethre suryer taposh chandrer bayokaner madhesthale

Rupobramher arati kariachey

Tai jege uthe naam

Maha-naam

Kirtaner mohonay sri chaitanya swarup apurbo naad ninadito haay

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”

“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”

“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”

In between the ghat and the river,

There is no separation,

Each in its own way

Is the consummation of an activity (process/kriya)

In an ocean of void

And Love is the Ocean of Rasa…

“The child of the Void shall be reborn in God,

My Matter shall evade the Inconscient’s trance.

My body like my spirit shall be free.

It shall escape from Death and Ignorance”. (Book V:The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

– J

Mother and Sri Aurobindo Last Photographs by Bresson

Mother and Sri Aurobindo Last Photographs by Bresson

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Postcards from Varanasi: ‘The pre-requisite condition of understanding the master-magician is absolute surrender’ -Sri KalipadaGuharoy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy with His Mother

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy with His Mother

B 14/7 MANSAROBAR

B 14/7 MANSAROBAR

“Sarva-dharmān parityajya mām ekaṁ śaraṇaṁ vraja: (BG 18.66)”

“Ayam Atma Bramha

The Self (The Soul) is Brahman (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad 4.4.5)

Postcards from Varanasi

Lord Shiva, Varanasi/Photograph by J

Lord Shiva, Varanasi/Photograph by J

It had the divine rasa of ananda (‘amari ange dole anande…’)

Like a boat on a river

It felt the deep breath of a conscious universe

From Ranamahal Ghat to Kedar Ghat

Walking with the winds whistling away

The flight of the pigeons smooth like the shiva lingam

Mother Ganges

Mother Ganges

The birds flew and sat on the wires or on the parapet

Whilst the sun bathed in the Ganges

Rites of Brihadarankya from where the copper face of the moon

Will lit the thousand suns above the forehead of the Adi Guru Sankaracharya

Touching the heart of the Vajrakaya

From RanaMahal Ghat

From RanaMahal Ghat

With sound of the cow bells

Pure and electric like the lion at chowsatti yogini pitha

Vibrating like the vina at Satyalok

I heard His voice at B 14/7 Mansarobar

And He said: “The manifested Light within is the Unmanifest in the external world purely as Brahman working-without-working as a conscious revealatory experience by an act of total surrender in an intelligible force from the unknown pre-origin of the para-brahman sutra.  This, of course, is the sound of ananda expressed as a silent pulse in every wave from the Void to give Form the meaning of existence. It’s Sri Chaitanya (consciousness) doing yajna at Dashashwamedh Ghat and at Manikarnika and Assi for Satyalok/Satya Yuga to be established by the seer-force of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy. Let the Mother be happy for all eons to come!

Om Namah Sivaya (3x)

Kedarghat Post Office towards Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy's House

Kedarghat Post Office towards Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy’s House

Hari Om Tat Sat (3x)

Postcards from Varanasi:

Images restored by words

Words restored by vibrations 

Vibrations restored by yogic transmissions through ether

Ether restored by the Great Mind in the Formless Void

Formless Void restored as the Manifested World by an act of Karuna

From Kedar Ghat Post-Office the ‘quintessence of ananda’

The Retro-Origin of Sacred Music and the Worship of Fire-Ether Over the Ganges in Varanasi: Yogic Free-Spirit and Light-Matter Back-Reaction

Let's reinvent the gods all the myths of the ages/Jim Morrison Ganges at Twilight Hours Varanasi

Let’s reinvent the gods all the myths of the ages/Jim Morrison Ganges at Twilight Hours Varanasi

Benaras is older than history, older than the tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together’. – Mark Twain 

Lord Shiva and Sri Parvati Maa

         Lord Shiva and Sri Parvati Maa/Varanasi 

The ‘word’, the primordial sound (nada), is the prime cause of the world, the origin of all manifestations. Sound forms, and music in particular, are thus essential at all rites, initiations, direct contacts with ‘spirits’ and their prophetic manifestations. They play a fundamental role in the relation between mankind and the sacred.

– The Origins of Sacred Music – Alain Danielou

Sanjer sankhya saje

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy's Room at Varanasi

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy’s Room at Varanasi

Beje uthe bramha naad

Dhvanir pada dhulir padukay

Chinnito khethre baye jaay ganga

Chute jaay samayer rath

Achena oli goli mridu hashe

Anander ghawobar hate ekti stuti padma

Phuteye tole chabi

Rupo bramher arati

Srtoter ange madhur sparshe

Bheshe ashe bhorer agamani

Lord Jagannatha Picture at Yogishwar's house in Varanasi

Lord Jagannatha Picture at Yogishwar’s house in Varanasi

All exist as nothing

Still the flower breathes life into stillness

Making the morning sing it’s song

And the dusk settles on its own

On the edge of the river

Flowing-without-flowing…

-J

The Gnostic Way of Self-Learning by Un-Learning the Brahman: Spontaneity as an Act of Surrender to the TAO (The Unknown)

Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj, rare photograph not painting (Self-created image) while living in Bengal as Sri Badal Chatterjee

“It’s interconnected in such a way that the properties of the smallest pieces depend on the properties of the whole . So in other words, whereas before we believed that the dynamics of the whole can be explained in principle by breaking it down, and from the properties of the parts, now we see that the properties of the parts can only be defined in terms of the dynamics of the whole. So, it’s a complete reversal”. – Fritjof Capra (Excerpt from Thinking Allowed -Conversations on the Leading Edge of Knowledge and Discovery with Dr. Jeffery Mishlove – Copyright (C) 1998 Thinking Allowed Productions)

ZIGRA -LOCATING THE EXACT-YAME-COORDINATE OF IMMOBILE BRAHMAN (IXAZUN)


KX4 -CROZAN-NAMVA-EVAXMOBILE-AUTOMATION -(KGK=004.004)

KX4-CROZAN-NAMVA-BMW 3-SERIES CONVERTIBLE AS IMMOBILE BRAHMAN

Smritir jagorane achinta prem niralay bhashyoman pradip

Jwalechey anadi kaal suryer parashmani

BMW Series 3 Convertible as Immobile Brahman

Nilkantha nadiyay bramher kutire

Bayur humkar hate buddher taposh pipasha mukto ekti pran

Alpha Decay Radiactive Disintegration

Matir merudande dhaner sish chena jay alor path dhore

The nectar of earth’s labour is the elixir of the highest souls

Sweat and tears transubstantiates into the soma wine

It gives rise to the fountain of the yogic kriya that works naturally

Therefore, sound is an etymological abstraction of silence

It marked the beginning of things

Time’s prolific vase mirrors the flower of the unmanifest mandala by retrocausal radioactive disintegration

When the dissolution takes place in the void, it preserves the rest-mass inertia

As I was walking my thoughts cut across the flesh of the Void

It was bleeding giving rich forms to the manifold things

Then all became empty by the sudden light of prajna

And compassion (karuna) welded the world of forms

It asked for words to create the relative dynamism of names

Strings that would connect the web each narrating its own stories

Dr. Fritjof Capra

Poetry clothed itself with the formative reason of science

Thoughts evidential accounted for the divine providence

A game was played as if winning or losing is all that matters

The strong bid the horses in the race, the weak jumped into the well

It’s all too familiar story of earthly evolution

Classified and marked, sealed in the boxes

Executive bonds and shares of the banking system

Who is the agent controlling this all?

Where’s the security that human mind longed?

Weaver Bird

Again I repeat: Matir merudande dhaner sish chena jay alor path dhore

The nectar of earth’s labour is the elixir of the highest souls

And the weaver bird and the potter, the weevil and the butterfly

Worked out the genesis in the gestalt of their creative imagination

In their garden the flower comes from the unknown Void,

Brahman is joy in one spontaneous pulse

How can the sun know how came its own light?

Or how can the moon know itself by not knowing?

These are laughed off by the yokels in the countryside

Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form or Nirvana is Samsara or Samsara is Nirvana- Highest Doctrine

Mile after mile stretched far back to infinity

Professor and his Friend met me in different places

They recited the whole beginning and the end

And silence marked the question of thought’s ancient pilgrimage

He wandered in geometric spaces toying with the stars

And came with an answer: in the yaya tatat when time liquidates the bond

Then will come a new race that will take humanity to the still point of the dancing wave.

– J

Poetry from the Yunho Bags and the Mystical Art of Learning from Pottery: Drop-Leaves as Grace to Activate the Learning Self

Zen and the Art of Pottery

Zen and the Art of Pottery

‘I counted minutes and subtracted miles. Just ahead,

over the rolling wheat fields all golden beneath the distant snows

of Estes, i’d be seeing old Denver at last’ – Jack Kerouac, On the Road

kali da the dreamer

Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac

YUNHO/Yield Under Naturalists’ Historical Surplus – THESE ARE INFORMATIONS CALLED DROP-LEAVES

Poet is a potter

Weaving words

From the void

An automatic expression of the hands

When the mind is still

Listening to the universe

Feeling an unknown sensation

Knowing that by recollection

Becoming it

A primordial dance may have sculpted Buddha and Aurobindo {APOLRERNTREN  8896D38 Zip-Birds/Information Carrier}

In its own way scripted what is there beyond         

A Potter and His Apprentice source Wikipedia Pottery

A Potter and His Apprentice source Wikipedia Pottery

Clouds that move are still on the waters

The river nestles an abode of stars

Or they will fly away one day, receding?

You too will appear and disappear

Your face in the mirror is the fear that dislocated the human race

And you may exist on your own

And ceaselessly try

But just for a moment

Stop

Non-doing is the non-locality of action at a point immensely over the whole fabric

Does the sky remain blue?

Do the birds sing?

And winds hurl over the sea?

You may come back again and have a laugh

Purely gyrating

Disown the ownership of the body and mind

Creating the path to higher evolution                                   

BARADA CHARAN MAJUMDAR seated in the center with poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and NB Sanyal: Sri Aurobindo called him

BARADA CHARAN MAJUMDAR seated in the center with poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and NB Sanyal: Sri Aurobindo called him “The Greatest Yogi of Modern Bengal”

By not  seeking                                                                           

HUI-NENG, The 6th Patriarch in Zen

HUI-NENG, The 6th Patriarch in Zen

By not trying

Laughing about all these things

Don’t care about the apple’s fall, starlight and the Muse

No more begging at the door of dreams

Legs move and fingers make

Or unmake the new poetry from pottery

A journey’s long unending course is precisely in not knowing

On the road you don’t know

An arrow needs a bow

And in that afterglow

You may have sometime to drink your tea!

Life’s an adventure amnextarv-D-CUSP-PLIM-899.K/65 DEGREE,EFRAN,CLEX.

– J