Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: A Way Towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: The Anti-Clockwise Movement of the YungDrung Bon from the Alblackica Wheel of Time towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Phoenix & Dragon (Book Cover Art)

Consciousness-Analogue

Bird of a Yellow Feather

The moon rises like the pyramid far above the roving horizons

There destiny is foretold many a times

I am a traveller bound by space of an unlimited space

Through the wired wind in a whistle the sound claps her hands moistens her feet

Above the dark spiral where matter is the time line of the white light of Dzogchen

Reconnoitring the multiverse in a quantum differential way

Tazig is tazig is tazig

Heliocentric gold of sadhana is the integral capital wealth apparatus of the paradise

Diamonds sparkle beneath the tree of Jehovah intersecting the anonymous book of the dead

There the yidam is the free bird vector-diagram of the Alph on Alph

Coleridge knew some variants of this truth infused by the monologues of Adam

There was a tree in the onyx of the sun; red like a supergiant diminishing to a point

In the line of the plasm the mind was a virtual semi-virtual tool to superimpose the truth

The truth is gryotit truth of no truth in the empty box-vessel of nirvana

Bird of a yellow feather crossed over the sea and trundled in rain

The sky was her carpet from Zhang-Zhung lands that adorned the black ether Jeremiah of alblackica

In the nanoseconds of retro-causal infinity time was riding the metamorphic rock of a million joys

Above the ocean at the midnight hour

When sleep was stoned in the cavern of light unborn

It saw itself in the no-beginning of an end in between the awakening and the death

Letters came from an enlightened consciousness that spoke of the sun and the liberation

Standing before the twilight mirrors of the language in mind

I saw words are like lens looking at eyes imaging other words in a constant dual-non-dual mode

In a meaningful way the bliss of existence procures consciousness to add more life into lives.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Unborn Tazig, Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Consciousness-Analogue

When the mind meditates with the stone

The mountains utter their prayers to the moon and the stars

Reciprocation of love offered is a natural causal-effect of bio-geo kinesis

Yao yao ru ta te tu ro yam hua

Yia tu yia tu yang yeng ying

Simple are the ways of the magnetic-priest yet differential and prismatic

Three-fold time in the star-gate crystal; the sound is the anointed ring of the shamans

Wisdom articulates the practice of bon in every alter of the tree

Relative vision is higher than normal lens perception

Drawing on the inner-line of the lake Nam Tso, the sun has found a shelter beneath the ice

It was the night time melting into dawn

It was the last rite in the sacred field

If tomorrow came like a ghost sweeping the floors of yesterday’s fears

Today will be the day to practise the knocking on heaven’s door?

In the zabber of the Brahman I saw the lion looking into the man through the heart of a bird flying like a tiger

Do you see the blazing blade of grass over dew drops falling from the bowl of the cherubic fire?

Do you hear the sound, do you hear the sound?

After silence banged the head of the gods against a table rolling the dice with Judas?

What they have falsified to the winds carrying their feathers over dead tongues misconstruing across many rolling seas?

There is nothing at all- no myths no archetypes no tombs no statues

Not even the written word from the diadem of truth

It was in that that I saw that it ‘moved not yet it moved’ over nameless apostrophes of man’s struggle with destiny

What ‘that is not that is’ but it was a moment when light had no shadow in the death vision of a dream

Dreams connected spheres and shepherds brought thy music from the long valley of olmo-lung-ring

Supermind: walk the walkatishwara-cross-tri-qua-non (bliss restoration – narayana)

She ate the apple in the effigy of the bon to melt mankind into the ecstasy of hunger

That hunger was the desire to be greater than the one in the many one of ones in the creation

Man loved the gods greater than himself and thus paved the path for their evolution

It was the hour before the time in zime, a mighty finger pointed its direction towards that darkness revealing itself

Light, a blind source of freedom opened as if a lotus peeped from the stars into the green horses of the sea

9-parabrahman-9, supramental-qui-qui-shakti

Some came to win, some came to loose

Others were just riding their luck

What difference it makes to this creation?

Nothing I say is vain

For they bear the feather that is born from the dusk of original purity

To be more free with the self honour the life that is given to you

For one day you may know have crossed death towards immortality.

Shantih Shantih Shantih!

Peace on Earth!

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Tribal Art, West Bengal, 2011

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

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Image intercepts images from signal-bound destinies

Raven-rod sparkle the white-dwarf star

From Shambhala to Tibet to Sikkim to South 24parganas, time’s winged-horse pulls its chariot

Om adi om adi-om-adi-chintamani link up matter with true conscious illumination

Hevaya-factor reduced by 1, analogous to motion at rest in motion

Changes reconstitute the new order

Alpha finale of the grand alala

Awakened from the inconscient sleep in a well of waters

Nag-Swarpa saw time’s axis holding the Chalice in the mouth of the great ocean 

Tat-terra-rawat-rawat-un-uni-univham

Son of Man rises from the sea

Words are token adjectives prepossessing nouns in a verbal dialogue

Words are annihilated matter in a crucible of dust

Let the mind bear the terrible light coiling into darkness and into further realms of light-after-darkness

Lines are assimilation of dots in a free space of free-sacred-free-choice

Rivers are talking to the sand dunes, language loves its metaphors

Imaginative qualia before self-dissolution is higher than creational-alpa-Qubit space

Rome in the sarcophagus is the Egypt in San Francisco via train-ether in Shambhala moon domain

And as the Sun shivers in the radioactive lake of the occult stone, the virtual is transposed on the super-real inflammatory matter of justice-light – Thou Art the Sacred Equivalent Food of Micro-Meca-Species

Apples of Cravux Moksha brought gifts to the mother-earth towards undifferentiated light 

I am not I in the anti-I of I to become the I in Anti-I of I

Logic-loop gates are closed, reason is a brisk walk before death/The Apocalypse

Rosy summer awaits the April showers to carry the fallen leaf into the autumn of the winter

And winter is Janus-Opahim Matter of Alblackica in Alblackica

Nadir buk chire rasta sagar mohonay khuje pay prachin prachuryya

Akasher parichay patre lekha achhye tar katha

Sajher alo jakhan sesh takhon samay anadiutsakendrer ei ek path

Macher jale dhara dey kato tara, uki jhuki mere dekhe ar bale “This is the true Primeval Space”- in the after light of darkness when light drank the poison of the earth, she gave her a child who was the Man in the stone as the fire raising his will to meet the impossible possible in the retrograde coordinates of this undefined creation.

Time moves in her own sweet way, her will is the power to meet the future equation of existence-consciousness & bliss

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Jupiter cheers up the Lonely Star http://astrobob.areavoices.com/

Boxet-18, Samij Datta, 2012Chin

The Flash Disk Apostrophe of the Bhimbhetka Stars in the Day-Rhyme of Alblackica Illumination

Day-Rhyme, Alblackica-Clock, Samij Datta, 2012

The Flash Disk Apostrophe of the Bhimbhetka Stars in the Day-Rhyme of Alblackica Illumination

 Consciousness-Analogue

The flash disk apostrophe of the Bhimbetka stars saw the yahotri yigadohum….yanimbha kaal..entering the creation-physical-proper; in the eye of the superimposition the day-rhyme of the parasol gives shelter from the sun, time holds the Mesolithic key to the naked destiny of the future as on its lap the ear of the Shambhala heard Beethoven compose the ceremony of the first symphony in C with an grand eloquent performance on 02.04.1800 measured by 0081.40.20 points to cover the French armies’ advancement into Cairo; the river is not a hot metal plate of the Heliopolis but a scriptural design, some call it the water-bed of the vineyards of Provence, some call it the hand- book of the navigators of justice but it’s a quasi-fluid in the hanging drama of time-self multiplexes, the alblackica working in the alblackica to change substance and form, to evolve mankind towards a greater destiny, and with supramentalisation of matter, the spirit is the hanging cross of the breathing years of laughing cows in the pre-Buddha-Buddha of ajax informational-functions;

 

When the child was the Hari-takyat moon of the seven seas then the camera was watching the differences in the solar unity of the one, in the zero-muscular reticular analogues it felt the Rolls Royce Silver-Ghost in the habber-brahman looking for itself in the neo-platonic rosariums of Plotinus, Porphyry and al-Farabi; in the beauty was the knowledge the drifting waters of the Ganges before the sun-task of resurrection was an alblackica rhythm, but, now in the hollow isolation of the I-pipes, the thunder is a bed on which the horse unplugged its vision to create the Nomura, Numero Uno of the distant stars;

Time is coming like the rider on south seas’ eternal leopard, swift sensations are denominations of the cupboard chess playing the game with the bicycle of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull; the ra-ru-re dream of the child-in-play in the cloud’s epiphany of the Stephen artist is the primal void from which everything is run; let the sun eat the tomorrow in the arrow of the stars and we can dance another time in the Alblackica day.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Archival Photograph, Bhimbhetka Cave Paintings, India

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