Jagannatha Ratha Yatra 2016: From the Supra-Causal 3-in-1 ‘Vajrakaya’ Diamond Body (Love-Light and Light…)

 

Ratha Yatra Poster San Francisco 1969

Jay Jagannatha (3x)                                              The Trinity of Balarama, Subhadra and Krishna at the Temple of Jagannatha

Prajnane Pratishthitam Prajnanetrolokah

Prajna Pratistha Prajnana Brahma (Aitareya Upanishad)    Ratha Yatra Poster Mexico 2013.jpg

It is an inner journey of the soul’s everlasting consciousness

Reaching the shore of the infinite one

Through broken passageways and doorways that glimmer with hope

Enchanting every footstep with melodious sound

Of unbroken harmony that adores the vastness of space

Entwined with the moment’s timeless flowering

Sri CaitanyaMaha Prabhu

Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu

A light that danced across all mirrors

Then holding still the chariot’s vibratory rhythm,

It embraced the surging seas mountains and skies

And cried out to the birds and trees and rock and fire

Luminous self-revelatory experience of the Lord

In the coming time follow the signs

That will lead to the destiny of the world.

 

 

 

 

SAMADHI IS THE STATE WHERE ALL INTENTIONS AND EFFORTS CEASE TO WORK

Kalida Sitting Pensively in the Garden

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy 

Inside the Room of Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur

Inside the Room of Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur, Varanasi

Tibetan Thangka

Buddha, Tibetan Thangka

Happy Ratha Yatra coincides with the Birthday of His Holiness, the Dalai Lama

Peace on Earth!

 

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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’

Time is Tetra-Ionic Momentary Enlightenment for the Sake of the Self (The Brahman) in a Non-Unitary Matrix of Mind-Matter Entanglement

Photograph of the Horse

                                                       Photograph of the Horse

Physics is an object

Positioning  luminous invariance on possibility

To close the relativity of hyper-assumption. (I)

…….

When the end will shine

The classical route to pure sacred infinity

Will spread the wingless flight in delight. (II)

“Non-volatile universe (braxonixon) behind the logic-spin of  the symmetric equality offering sine-matter persistence beyond the polar-quark  accelerating scale-line bracket (violet big bang route); in the beginning the destiny was the will-neutrinos to open the cry-rest base of the natural fluid(massless-time-dock); natural fluid is the D-zero centre of gravity of the dark matter accepting electrovalent domain-boy temperatures to create luminous superpartner of the mindscape motion ,the total matter of this entire creation is called physics(proper height yellowing sectorial instruments of cosmic supernova)”. (Shambhala)

And you must forgive and forget

Robert Capa, Photographer

Robert Capa, Photographer

Exist as you become

Lie down and rest

When hoofs fall off, the grass is smeared with rain

Come again

Exit and enter

You can run many times on your own

Let the sun sink and be gone

When the flame is burn

The energy absorbed is coded by time on the surface of nanolith planck bubbles

Time, therefore, is tetra-ionic-momentary-enlightenment

Provung fradung hungyim

Provung yotring grobhuyim

Provung bakinto grambhuyim

In my memory, faith is a jump from the back of the  tortoise

By the inner condition of the hexagram

Gravity in our 3-d world

Gravity in our 3-d world

The broken lines standing for absorption

And the unbroken lines for emission

Creating a continual discontinuous process of sublime spontaneity

That, maybe, captured by the eye-of-the-seer

Through the lens the mind knows itself

And disbelieves what he sees

And dies and comes again

That flame is burning still

Future decodes via signalling entanglement

The mirror is not the conjurer but a gateway to self realisation

A momentary time-vision in a non-unitary matrix

Sculpting the riders’ final denouement in the day of everlasting light.

-J

PRIMEVAL SPACE SYMBOLISM AND TATWATYAT SUNYATA: FLOATING LIKE THE CLOUDS TIME PASSAGE EVOLVES IN MIRROR OF THE MIND (THE SELF)

Little Boy Near the Waterline

Little Boy Near the Waterline

An optical resonance

Rare Cloud Formation Picture

Rare Cloud Formation Picture

Time’s temple in memory visited

To see the blood dripping everywhere

Desire for that magic pain

Drowns us in ecstasy

And we laugh like ‘soft, mad children

Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy’

Remembrance of the past the only prison that you need to break

Make and unmake the present time

Like a child who has no speech or dialect

Chinese Zen Painting

Chinese Painting

Neither born or unborn

The tree gives him shelter, flower the fruit

And the river rolls him to the shore

There he may lie naked in the sun

Or under the copper moon’s pristine sanatorium

Inebriated he may sing or carelessly flute

What the heart renders or the wind desires

Hard rain will wash away all the terrain

And the sea will consume it all.

PRIMEVAL SPACE SYMBOLISM AND TATWATYAT SUNYATA

Zero added to zero, (comma), zero added to zero hence, triangular-mang-space = E-0-0+0/0-0-9= RWWRE –MANG

-J

Timeless Evolution of the Self based on the Zero-Gravity of Thoughts curved out of Negative Space-Time: Beyond Physical Empirical Perception Infinite Negative Number of Dimensions Exist

The Miraculous Draught of Fishes by Raphael circa 1515-16/High Renaissance/ Victoria Albert Museum London

The Miraculous Draught of Fishes by Raphael circa 1515-16/High Renaissance/ Victoria Albert Museum London

Timeless Evolution of the Self based on the Zero-Gravity of Thoughts curved out of Negative Space-Time: Beyond Physical Empirical Perception Infinite Negative Number of Dimensions Exist

“The peace must be immense, the quietness deep and still, the calm unshakable, and the trust in the Divine ever-increasing”. – Divine Mother

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an Evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe”. – Buckminster Fuller

 

Boat on a River is the inner journey of the soul

It finds itself among the draught and famine, sickness, sorrow and war

A veil of ignorance covers the source of it all

Buckminster Fuller- American philosopher, systems theorist, architect, and inventor

Buckminster Fuller- American philosopher, systems theorist, architect, and inventor

Ferry the soul across the boundless sea

Towards the Final Destiny that awaits the Last Judgement

Secretly awaiting the arrow’s tip and the fish-bone

Noumenal moves to Phenomenal back to zero-oscillating curve of a fractal mandala in spaceless time

And in timeless space there are many fishes caught in the web of macro-economic conjunction

In a thoughtless vacuum transmissions freeze

The World belongs to an occult bank (After Eragman Cause to Extrohan) that has many assets of the mind         Sri Aurobindo Symbol

Mind must evolve to supermind and to other states of alblackica

So bodies must transform and transfigure (CAPITAL TAB -77.44 ERD)

Uzen Uzen –e-cloud-variable (T=T)/K=K/(W=W)

IN THE MIND TO MM-MM-MM

MATTER IS F-MATTER-F (ERA-ERI-ERA-RUN) RAM-M=0

“By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,

Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.

But at my back in a cold blast I hear

The rattle of bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear”. (The Fire Sermon, The Wasteland, T.S.Eliot)

The boat must bear the light and its shadow

Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycles Thieves 1948 Masterpiece/Italian Neo-Realism/Genre

Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycles Thieves 1948 Masterpiece/Italian Neo-Realism/Genre

The smooth and the rough edges of the coming tide

Twilight seized the oars

Motionless the sun will rise in the east

Where is the Feast?

You promised! *the bicycle lost

Time is the Diminishing Song of the Magic Lantern (Mirra Alfassa Speech-Back Policy)

“Life is the spirit incarnate in time”  (Buckminster Fuller)/FROM THE DOMAIN OF THE MINUTE, IT SAW, THE RED-LOTUS WALKING TO LIBERATE THE SUN (< 9 = 4.682 R)

Are the Elephant’s of Dali Crossing the Event Horizon?                                                               Who is the post-quantum Observer?

Henri Cartier-Bresson and his 35 mm Leica Camera

Henri Cartier-Bresson and his 35 mm Leica Camera

You, Me or the wave-packets of the Brahman in a relativistic time?

To the Mind is the Life watching the Self!

/Bliss Regulator (240=Scale-Lock 6.8 Q) – ISHA 2nd Movement

From bud to the flower repeating the sequence of patterns ,

It extracts Many from One to get to that Zero!

-Joy

 

Dharmadhatu that Springs from the Eternal Will-Force Shapes the Destiny of the Cosmic Creation that Has No-Beginning No-End: Plucking Strings and the Journey Ahead…

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Vagisvara Mandala/Dharmadhatu

Where there is no beginning, there ought to be no end

A ceaseless time-foam interspersed in space as discreet packets of quantum information energy

It’s a similar sight -the mountains, the rivers, the woods

And notes of the daedal string…

That you pluck to cause a vibration

A ripple in still water…

Astonished, you hire a car and stop at a gas station

Pretending to read a newspaper

Light a match

Browse books

And bid goodbye

The road ahead

Only the desert confronts you

The wind chills your bone…

You are not alone

So you drive

With no fear

Far and near

Hear the restless call of the wren and the raptor

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Jim Morrison Photo from the Film American Pastoral

Freeze the blue skies

And blend with the old tribe of the canyon

And the stars appeared one by one

Like the frozen point of a needle

Milking the highway with love light

Flat tyres by the highway burn in fire

Stealing sun’s cosmic serpent

Feathered like the giant bird that flew over the mountains

Some said it was a phantasmal destiny

The headlights of a train caught in the fog           Indian Chief Whirling Horse Old Photograph

Or an airplane in the vortex

And the stones with legs twisted like twigs

Caressed the dying grass

Sniffed the air

In a broken rhythm

A hollow sound an echo

That came and whispered in the wind

It brought it home

Left only shadows that darkened the valley

A dead coyote

Lying on the highway

Under a barren moon

Brandished by poets who stained their fingers with coffee

Stamping their feet

Snubbing the ole fellow

A pointless venture into the size of the cosmos

A ridiculous journey back and forth in time

Never will it end or seize

Time like the trees

Grows and flows

Like a river’s canto into an ocean

And becomes the triple-time of no-time at all

That moment I seized as an eternal point

Concurrent to the Book of Nirvana

From which paradise must come forth

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L' amour fou

Yves Saint Laurent Photograph from Documentary L’ amour fou

Expressed as heliocentric tea-rose by Yves Saint Laurent

Or as splitting atoms in radioactive decay

Meaning the original replicated from that destined Dharmadhatu

Symbols fascinated by mirrors reflecting space-time gyres

Addressing the silent ripple

That disappears around a point I called the eternal plexus

On an empty page

They are mysterious beings that form and move

Around the thoughtless current in the void

And words flow like a lion stream

And chant: uradopha-iri-ramuri

Yaya-yin-yaya-yin

Yaya-yan-yaya-yan

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

Truva-un-mila-ramuri…

It was the hour before the journey was made

Plucking strings that opened the gate

Until no end… . …..

Until no end…

-J

Adi-Tantra of the Big Wheel of Time in the Lunar Corpus Mundi: The All-Spinning Yidam of the Solar Cortex Manifesting at the Prime-Time-Space-Moment Before the Many Worlds

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Para-Bandhu Prajñāpāramitā Besh/Circa 700-1100 CE: The Absolute Perfection of Transcendent Wisdom

Para-Bandhu Prajñāpāramitā Besh/Circa 700-1100 CE: The Absolute Perfection of Transcendent Wisdom

“Kriti matra hau,                   hari hita rau

                         atma shuchi uddharane

Ek tek tatra,                           bata ata bakra, 

                        e rakhan uccharane”

– Prabhu Bandhu Sundor, Chandrapat (The Descent of the Moon)

Adi-Tantra of the Big Wheel of Time in the Lunar Corpus Mundi: The All-Spinning Yidam of the Solar Cortex Manifesting at the Prime-Time-Space-Moment Before the Many Worlds

Yellow line diffusion green belt of chintamani

Continental plate-shifts ajax

Many a mile walking on the shore to see it happen

Already recorded in hyperbolic space

Chari dham, anek naam , maha-uddharan tal lila

Baje sankhya baje madol

Vishnu-Chakra-Ananta-Nag sesh dham parakriti

Para-Bandhu Prajñāpāramitā besh/ higgs non-dual virtual-wetra particle       

OM MA TRI MU YE SA LE DU: Heart Mantra/ Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Founder of BON

OM MA TRI MU YE SA LE DU: Heart Mantra/ Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Founder of BON

The end is soon the beginning is now

Within the circle the trapezium hosts the All-Conscient eye

With every word the decay is fast length absorption of the unknown energy

Silence of time swallowed the scriptures

Leaving the last mantric syllable of Hari

At the heart of the ocean the lotus sprung from His navel

Came out as the blind light of wave-avahom darkness                                         

Jim Morrison, 1968, Frankfrut

Jim Morrison, 1968, Frankfrut

Horse-seer of the ancient tree revisits the old temple of the timeless gods

Yida-nad, yida-nav, yida-ad-natha dancing on the pointless origin

Spinning around a circuit that generates anti-gravity motion at tremendous speed

Seconds worshipped at the pyramidal helix reveal the real world of possibilities

The stage now set belonging to the riders gliding past

The riders on the storm…

Conical glass vase kavi-kratu kalki

Desert sand yellow river moon

Swoon…

Hilltop optical gravitational lensing

Prime nodal erasure effect

– Joy

 

 

 

THE PROXEMICS OF TIME IN CONSCIOUS EVOLUTION OF KALACHAKRA MANDALA: ‘SHAMBHALA IN TWILIGHT RADIANCE OF KALPURUSHA’ (THE WORK IS THE HEART OF THE MATTER ENTERING HIGHER DIMENSIONS)

Kalachakra Mandala, courtesy of HimalayanArt.org

Kalachakra Mandala, courtesy of HimalayanArt.org

THE PROXEMICS OF TIME IN CONSCIOUS EVOLUTION OF KALACHAKRA MANDALA: ‘SHAMBHALA IN TWILIGHT RADIANCE OF KALPURUSHA’ (THE WORK IS THE HEART OF THE MATTER ENTERING HIGHER DIMENSIONS)

 

“First man stood, shifting stance
while germs of sight
unfurl’d Flags in his skull

and quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, whirl’d, in
the warm aquarium, warm
wheel turning”. 

– Jim Morrison 

‘Hay Hay Jay Jay Pralay Pay

Tay Thay Day Dhay Bandhu Nai Jay’

(Hari Hari Hari Kau) (Maha-Nam Maha-Nam)

– Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor (Chandrapat: The Descent of the Moon)

Time the wheel-barrow spinning

Centre without the point originates creation

Fragrance of light cuts through the four corners

Substance, form takes shape

Justifying the journey from the star field and beyond

Into the woods that harvest the tree of life

Mother of the seven seas, island fathers and mountains

Deep beneath the corpus of time –awakening

I hear the monstrous thud of the riders gliding past

Marching on, their armour brighter than the sun

Moonlight passes by threading the halo of the image reconstruction

A silent working of nature’s force is the coming sign of the truth Absolute

Thoughts are garlanded by the pool of an unknown mysterious energy

Doorways to the electromagnetic cusp of cosmic junction

Three ways into one to get one on one

A yantra of convergence – time evolution consciousness

The Shiva tattva is the Bramha dream in the Vishnu optical twilight

A dawn of poetic symbols carrying the chalice on the horse’s head

Three ways into the one gets two less than one in Christ’s alter of crucifixion

Time is a long sequence of fractal integers meeting neither at a point

Nor it originates from any

Kalachakra in the Adi-Buddha flowering tetra-foliate diamond light

Enter shambhala exit from the conch shell of Hari

Breathe in the silence repeating itself

A measure of things called love – rasa of the free-particle drop, dance, disappear

They know the bits from qubits in fine lines symmetric coherence

Allow the Will to master the craft and be the harbinger of peace and light

Time swallows itself from the pit evoking the fountain to split Zeus’ head

And a little light set afoot tinkling like rainbow pearls

It knows its way as the fish and the bird in the wheel of time.

– Joy

 

TIME IS SAILING TO IT’S OWN DESTINY: FROM GLASS-SERVER IN ACRUX (CORPORATE MANDALA ARTWORKS)

Time is Sailing to it’s own Destiny: Enjoy the Slide Show on the Gallery

Shambhala Art/Corporate Series. WE SELL MANDALA-CORPOREAL ARTWORKS

From WISH-DRUMWROHOA SERVER/ACRUX

The golden fish swam across a sea of stars

The burning blue ears of the white conch shell saw the night waking from the peacock feather’s dream

The inconscient rocked the cradle tempting light to penetrate the substrate of the dark revelation

Purple sage of wisdom saw the white horses of the neanderthal man

He walks, speaks and runs across the universes toying the idle hours with the felicity of an immutable plan

Behind closed doors of eternity, time is a second’s stranger learning the causal play by the macro-choice of the dice in the probabilistic possibility of a geometric adinkras

I have seen mountains caused by the space evacuation in the fabric of dwal-dru-hun

akta zazabor prani

anya ti ak adim surya

tader kathopokothone matir rang hay lal ba sabuj

dure sthan pay paharer naksha

barofe dhaka sameyer bairagyer prastor

lutiye pare nadir dheu

er ghasher ghumonto asthabale neche dole alor daibo pran o chetona

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Secret of Our Evolution of Consciousness is Not in the Stars but in Ourselves- The Re-reading of Shakespeare to Understand the Complex Simplicity of the Creation

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

 

“Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings”. – (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II, William Shakespeare).

 

 

Light is coming from yoningo kaal umva kaal

Light is coming from the yogic script of the dance

Before and ever, there was movement of the waves in form of a dance

In the lap of transmuting matter the sprit yearns for the document of freedom

In the violet cycles, in the red effulgence of the blue stars

In the green bed of the orange urn gathering dews falling from the skies

She heard no more nor questioned herself

She ran to be free as a feather on a bird

Her bangles jingling her anklets tingling

The sound was a terror in the eye of the cat

 

She was the white light of the naked sun drenched in the shadow

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

She was the road to Olmo-lung-ring, the Shambhala, the Arden and the Happy Isles

She was the discreet manuscript of the evangelical horses

At point in the electromagnetic field of superconductivity

She was herself not in her but in Him and through him reflected in other things

She was the worshipped soul of the Adi Purusham

She was not there, not there but always quiet like a lake full of lotus

Aditi in terminal hole saw the Manjusri of Maitreyi

Sowing the immortal seeds in the garden

A flash of light like a winged spear from the future of its past

Touched the forehead of my crowning lines

I was no more in the time of its time devouring the time-eternized

But thou art in the fashion of words programmed to reach its original copy

I shall live in the stone and the sky, in the running waters and huddled hills

And nothing shall disturb the quiet life of things

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury