The Hidden Source of Something is Within the Wavicle & Praviculin Wavicle of ‘Nestrat Nihayo Nestrat’ Cellular Time-Consciousness

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”- Albert Einstein

 ” It is he, the innermost one, who wakens up my consciousness with his deep hidden touches.”- Rabindranath Tagore / ‘Gitanjali’ 

 

The Hidden Source of Something is Within the Wavicle & Praviculin Wavicle of ‘Nestrat Nihayo Nestrat’ Cellular Time-Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

What is knowledge if not a higher hypothesis of a hypothesis in the relative frame-wide-works of the cosmic universe? Creation is a pulp of matter-anti-matter bond, a conjugation that’s more heuristic than soap operas of Puccini but in the time of the second nayutin the river was flooded with salt-grip-sand and Moses bought the boat to ferry the eragman constants across dreams of many quarters in the day-alblackica-rhyme-clock; nothing stands in between the imagination of the being and the Other, the tree is the half-life of the divided-sun, photosensitive and paranormal if you have the super-sensory organs to understand the phenomena; energy is the valve through which consciousness flows, the tribes are gathering round the sacred fire, their chants are hymeneal hymns of the sacrosanct stars: Gnavi Gnavi Mubinf Xoriduq Dorpen Sofejow rhythmica yatashta.

The mothers of the Alblackica eternals, to them time is the acceleration in innumerable primary force surface grexat-grexat dimension. Non-polar velocity of light is length –black-nan-invinity (6hh6-9cc9-8dd8-4kk4-3qq3-6tt6); to the eye the eye is the relative cosmic view of something known from inside, something familiar but not known in the unknown quanta of the wavicle and praviculin wavicle simultaneously.

Robam reyam retat nivigro nevakratu kerat

Reyam retat nivigro nevakratu herat

Retat nivigro nevakratu ferat

Nivigro nevakratu serat

Nevakratu derat

Derat rerat

Rayim ro ri re ra

Om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tagore & Einstein Photograph, Berlin, July 14, 1930

Tribal Art (Bengal Patachitra, 2012)

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9th May 2011: Celebrating 150th Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore

Celebrating 15oth Birth Anniversary of World Poet, Rabindranath Tagore

In the Religion of Man delivered as Hibbert Lectures at Oxford in 1930, Tagore talked about the Ideal Man, the ‘divine’ in man that infinite being, “the Father, the Friend, the Lover, whose service must be realized through serving all mankind. For the God in Man depends upon men’s service and men’s love for his own love’s fulfilment.

The question was once asked in the shade of the ancient forest of India:

Kasmai devava havisha vidhema? Who is the God to whom we must bring our oblation?

That question is still ours, and to answer it we must know in the depth of our love and the maturity of our wisdom what man is- know him not only in the sympathy but in science, in the joy of creation and in the pain of heroism: tena tyaktena bhunjitha, ‘enjoy him through sacrifice’- the sacrifice that comes of love; ma gridha, ‘covet not’; for greed diverts your mind to that illusion in you which you represent the parama purushah, ‘the supreme person’ “.

Its this central quest to seek the infinite being or the supreme person  where lies man’s true objectivity action and goal.  Its in this quest where all actions are planned life, birth, death and rebirth and the world knows it through the various workings of the creative mind/spirit that lifts itself from the material planes to a higher consciousness.

Rabindranath Tagore’s rare paintings that were auctioned by the Darlington Hall Trust Charity, two are presented here:

Consciousness-Analogue or Meditation on Tagore’s painting: An attempt to using Sri Aurobindian principles in The Future Poetry

In the language of the night

When the beats of the world recede into the past

And the fireflies carry with them their sailing boats

O the intruder of my sovereign heart

On what branch shall you rest your sparkling glory?

On what leaf or bole shall you rain your sweetest songs?

Summer labors into the quaint pastures of the grazing sun

And soul to soul they all are one

Indifferent to the ennui of the traveling hours,

To the tastes and sounds, images, words and smell.

These all are beauty that lies unencumbered forever

In the forests of the honeyed groves

Hridayer shure katha kay prajapati

Rater adhere, aranyer niharikay.

Jonakir phule titikshar shure

Bhara mon dhara day agni-nadir swapna-grihe.

 Portrait of a Woman by Rabindranath Tagore that was auctioned for over £313,000 ($461,000) at Sotheby’s in June 2010

Consciousness-Analogue

My heart is sore I have neither seen nor heard

The singing quatrains of the cowherd of the sun

That wakes the humming bird, the sparrow and the rose

But there is something I know I say I feel

Like a serpent in a quarantine

The hoods of life arise with a fall

And every fall is the beginning of an end

And when the end comes so too near

O my friend! Shall you not hold my hand across the sea?

For death is not a question but an answer of a promise

Till the self is found where it lays its head

O my sweet dark horse of the oblivious years

Sing to me from the farthest vaults of time

So I can raise my cup to the darkling spirits

That kisses the sweet taste of honeyed tears

O my dear ones, my comrades and my countrymen

Shall you not rest in peace with the darling lights of freedom?

Anew in a place, anew in a new time of death

Shall we not love to seek the Will evermore?

Shall we not will to seek the Golden way?

To be born Immortal from the Supramental Sun

In a world of heaven’s sage-light and seers.

– Joy Roy Choudhury