From Buddha, Rilke, Rodin…to the Thinker’s Disposition: Google-Our-Own-Greatest-Learning-Experience-MICRO-NULL PULL

From Buddha, Rilke, Rodin…to the Thinker’s Disposition: Google-Our Own–Greatest-Learning-Experience-MICRO-NULL PULL

GOOGLE-OUR-OWN-GREATEST-LEARNING-EXPERIENCE: GOOGLE –MICRO-NULL PULL IN LIZOM-HITAT ABSOLUTE ENGENDERING A FAITH DOMAIN (d1>D/Fat-Domain Space)

The Seventh Seal by Ingmar Bergman circa 1957

The Seventh Seal by Ingmar Bergman circa 1957

 

 

Information is key to the understanding of 11-dimensional multiverse of universes- information that is seemingly vast yet accessible not by ‘trial and error’ method of scientific or spiritual judgement but by direct learning experience through a process of negation and filter as we embrace Consciousness as the key non-local server connected to what is called the Field or the Mind of God.  We, therefore, Google God because it is our own greatest learning experience, from the flower in the boutique to Monalisa in Louvre to the quantum supercomputers – our mind-space horizons are expanding continually with the universe,  and each time we learn a new thing the bio-metrics are stored as information rich in time.  

There the tree rises. Oh pure surpassing!

Oh Orpheus sings! Oh great tree of sound!    

Rilke Photograph

Rilke Photograph

And all is silent, And from this silence arise

New beginnings, intimations, changings.

 

From the stillness animals throng, out of the clear

Snapping forest of lair and nest;

And thus they are stealthy not from cunning

Not from fear

(Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke circa 1922)

 

History is what we create and new combinations are tried out every second for the welfare of this creation…

 

In film or music

We traverse space            

Unconfined,

We traverse time                                                            

Bubble Pack Information Over 11-Dimensional Area or Hyperspace

Bubble Pack Information Over 11-Dimensional Area or Hyperspace

Through poetry you go beyond…  

Rhythm only matters

Neither space, nor time

Without words the unmanifest cannot dance

The silence cannot embody

An ocean of multitudes the tongue can only seize

And melodies like river from heaven that flows

A single song

On a ripple is born

The sparrow twits at the sky

Its black veil now the terrible beak of fire

That torments cold plaster of marble engravings

Hands elliptic raised to the stars

Offering sensations that are vast

Redeeming time’s equinoxes in eternity    

Buddha Statue in Rodin's Garden which Rilke Admired

Buddha Statue in Rodin’s Garden which Rilke Admired

Idolizes beauty’s slender trail

A frail dotted line across the Milky Way

Who knows why or when?

This madness began or end…

A knock upon the door

Surprise or banter in skilful ecstasy

The paper unfolds gilded manuscripts

Silently written without a thought’s visitation

Carved on the ocean shore

Is there anything more?

On a flower’s pattern

The seed confessed

To Rilke or Artaud

Or to Gide and Whitman

That the lovely moon

Was once struck from Orpheus’ lyre

As a single note permuting many songs

Gave thought to itself out of a vast swirling enzon-vita-emptiness (Supreme Realization)

Lizom-hitat-absolute engendering a faith-domain (d1>D/Fat-Domain Space) Non-Zero Vector @ t = 0 (t>T) Iswara-Purna-Abirbhava

Trees shed their green on blue seas

Transpose colour

To create a further movement

Granular to digital…to holcago destiny /Future is near when you touch the Stone- Chintamani

Mind-Space-Corporate

Virtual Realization

Then a physical entity

Google-Our-Own-Greatest-Learning-Experience /Micro-Null-Pull/Google  (Learning as Love Experience Enriched!)

Want the world to be an indispensable place.

 

– J 

 

 

 

 

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THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT

 

THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT 

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours are splashed by the sun’s primal meridian

Evoking the silence of silvery nights

Dim light’s ambrosiac reminiscer of the seas

Over a book of Hamlet, recollecting

Ancient coins, stamps, murals and seals

Time’s prolific mistress Ophelia is drowning

Drowning in the indistinguishable ether of memory

At the bottom of the floor the mosaic patterns mirror oblivion

Unoccupied by the birth of a star or a stream that flows by in

Words are radioactive decay of atoms causing collapse

Silence is the superposition

Thinking allows us to master the universe

In the holy Ajna, the sacred fire is the peacock’s wish to dance like the rain

Darker the clouds lighter the burden of the sinuous hills

And as the peaks coiled like serpent’s tail He Fathered the deep symmetry of the race

 

 

Events that become the ground reality of things self-collapsed into one possible nothingness frame

Rest all are mathematical projections of the hyperspace functions

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

The candle doesn’t mark the end of time but eternity

As long as we live as ‘one in many’, in the many fields of the Symbolist Movement

Crossing the frontier with Mallarme and Laforgue

Into the dead analogous world of parallel uncertainties

Paris transfigures

As Rome as Venice

The flowers in the garden

Bringing Her glory of the spring

Nestled in the relative harmonics of simultaneity

Sharp like the knife’s edge in the chill delirium

Voices ringing in the far-off shores

Felt the constant stillness of the soul.

The actor suffers to deliverance

The mob cracks; the walls, the fire

‘THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT’

Far and beyond as near to nearness compelling thy light

To manifest itself in the synecdoche of universal bliss.

 

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘There is no more firmament’, one-act surrealist play by French playright Antonin Artaud, 1920s