The Soul-Reality and James Joyce: Consciousness as the Chalice of the Sat-Chit-Ananda Experience Permeating Poetry of Life/ “Priest of the Eternal Imagination”

James Joyce circa 1902 Dublin Ireland

James Joyce circa 1902 Dublin Ireland

“His soul was swooning into some new world, fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy shapes and beings. A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other”.

–         A Portrait of the Artist as a Youngman, James Joyce, 1916

… I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.-  James Joyce

 In 1963, when I assigned the name “quark” to the fundamental constituents of the nucleon, I had the sound first, without the spelling, which could have been “kwork”. Then, in one of my occasional perusals of Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce, I came across the word “quark” in the phrase “Three quarks for Muster Mark”. Since “quark” (meaning, for one thing, the cry of the gull) was clearly intended to rhyme with “Mark”, as well as “bark” and other such words…

– The Quark and the Jaguar, Murray Gell-Man, American Physicist, Noble Prize Winner for Theory of Elementary Particles, 1969.

 

“Consciousness is a fundamental thing, the fundamental thing in
existence   it is the energy, the motion, the movement of
consciousness that creates the universe and all that is in it   not
only the macrocosm but the microcosm is nothing but consciousness
arranging itself”. – — Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine

“I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as
derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness.
Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing,
postulates consciousness”.- Max Planck, Quantum Physicist and Noble
Prize Winner and Founder of Quantum Theory, Observer 25th Jan 1931

 

                                     

The Sun has blossomed on my iris                    

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

A thin veil of clouds have lifted the lid of the sky

The smoke and mist have moved away

The din of the castle walls and the corners of the street

Acquire a new way of deciphering the meaning

Life is pointless points of soul-acquisition

My boots stand for my existence

My feet for my liberation

And my words for the whole human race

Nothing contradicts my will

Far beyond the present reality

Above the mind, the true hidden source is found

That is the artist’s divine quest       

For neither time nor eternity can toil like the words

And forge something absolute out of that inane nothing

To create what was not there by the sole action of your choice

We live in multitude and on a point of poise our hearts tied to one consciousness

Being of time where the saviour laid his head 

Sprung like a child trying to unknot the mysteries of life

A brilliant flash of light creates the patterns as a revelation

Seabirds crawl into that cradle of stars appearing as thoughts

Fashioned by the poetry of a higher mind

Stillness, silence the vibratory sequences of this multiverse

Can trigger the marvellous journey through the doors

Into the place of virgin oneness

That must exist or nothing else can

A pen on a piece of paper makes a diagram

It starts from this revelatory point

And the mind that directs this cinema of the worlds

Measures each sequence step by step

His observation is the cult of this worship of arts

Without which the pen or the paper are only void that cannot speak

Existence is multiple points from one singularity as consciousness choose them to be

Unknown to man a giant seabird leaped into his soul

And he looked straight into the sun

That gave him the vision of the everlasting light

–         A promise of liberation and the soul substance of fire *tapas/jyoti

– J

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From Om Parvat to an American Pastoral: The Story of Grand Resurrection of Sri Yukteshwar and Light-Matter-Interactions in the Quantum Higgs Field

Sri Yukteswar: The Quantum-Kriya for Transformation of Earth

Sri Yukteswar: The Quantum-Kriya for Transformation of Earth

“I’ll tell you this:
No eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are stoned Immaculate”.

– Jim Morrison, AN AMERICAN PRAYER

Thou Reverend Father of the haloed light

Of invisible mass and fragrance of sweet dreams

The cosmic pool on which things float

Are fragments of thy stream

Surrender thy life-force in complete resurrection

A coming of the golden tide – a high occurrence on the event-horizons

Forests of splendid visions

Spinning around a change of seasons

The hornbill and the quail and the weaver and the gale

Sky’s diamond rings collapse and cease

Before the dead dull head of the sun

The freezing stars assimilate

One body, one spirit and one heart-for-all

That thou from this light must manifest thy truth

In the emptiness of forms must liberate the mind’s vacuum hymns

A consciousness so pure and

Jim Morrison (An American Pastoral, 1969):

Jim Morrison (An American Pastoral, 1969): The Soul of Light-Matter-Interactions

everlasting

Creating in the Higgs Field, the Interactions

Force enacts mass and energy by constant dissolution and creation

Emerge as the cosmic sign the miracle of light entrusted you this work of Works

Let the world reel and the angels sing or cry in the mist glow of heavens

Earth to undergo the transformation in this time

A little flower of thee – an offering that was trampled by the insane vicissitudes of existence

Shall in the end bloom the divine essence of life

And be the cusp for higher material and spiritual interactions.

“Silvery star

Cottonwood canyons

Alokananda melting from the zenith

Flows into gorgeous valley of rainbow hued dreams

Light shines

A moment’s flash deep into the future

A past resurrected from the dead ashes of the tree

A flower of sweetness prevail in the fluting cry for the divine union

Earth’s gardens are bathed in the vesper of fragrant memories

It’s time to rebuild the Eternal kind”.

-Joy

– Joy

Lords and the New Creatures: Supramental Voyage of Jim Morrison From Yung Drung Gutsek to Cygnus and the Sirian Star System

Lords and the New Creatures, Jim Morrison

Lords and the New Creatures, Jim Morrison

 

TO COME CLOSER TO THE TRUTH, YOU MUST OFTEN ACCEPT NOT TO UNDERSTAND

– Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa, 25th Nov, 1961

“The movie will begin in five moments 
The mindless voice announced 
All those unseated will await the next show. 
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall 
The auditorium was vast and silent 
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued. 
The program for this evening is not new 
You’ve seen this entertainment through and through 
You’ve seen your birth your life and death 
You might recall all of the rest 
Did you have a good world when you died? 
Enough to base a movie on?. 
I’m getting out of here 
Where are you going? 
To the other side of morning 
Please don’t chase the clouds, pagodas…”

– Jim Morrison, The Movie, An American Prayer

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Moths, ocean and angels

Crossfire, bonfire and age old rituals

Seized by the hands of a time-machine

Watch eternity’s merry playground

The movie begins

Actors dying unmask the strange shadow

A pale blue light creeps into the face

Disappears just like that

The wolves are howling

Timbering in sacred space

What star have you found the man of Man?

Stonehenge, Wiltshire, UK

Stonehenge, Wiltshire, UK

On the golden mosaic of the lion’s liberation

Brown skies are silver and heavy in the deep

Walking the shallow waters of obscurity

Time works perfectly

Warps the felicity of space

Makes each moment tick as before

That was not yet told again

The movie ends not here

But begins slowly with these lines…

Far across the gleaming sun

There is a land…

Burning like Hathor’s occult argyle diamond

Three pink and green yellow moonstones

An arrow of white light entering the disc of the super-cosmos

Mt Kailash/Yungdrung Gutsek/Gang Ti-Se (Precious Snow Mountain)

Mt Kailash/Yungdrung Gutsek/Gang Ti-Se (Precious Snow Mountain)

there is infinite space in a small point

there is subatomic feelings in the prime oscillator

Yung drung movement determines future

Coming from 3000 AD

All matter is consciousness …

And supreme delight.