Base Integration of High-Velocity Fractals Within the Rotating Disc: Hamming Code And Tetra-Bon Dynamism (Shambhala)

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor, Monalisa 2013

THE ROAD TO SECOND COMING

Consciousness-Analogue

PHASE I

Wavy stars mass illuminations

Distant background formations

Introspective time – time of fly-channels in vecra-vrahom destiny

Monolithic monastery of private space clouds reflecting gravity-anti-gravity

Storehouse and granaries – ready to soup and be still

Perfecting the wind-crawl-dawn on the quantum magic eagle-box set up

The act of Second Coming – weva-bolin-weva

Vrahitro weva- rashonix wega-jonin-yo

Time active present –Bandhu Lila Tarangini

Time-future in retro-glasses of the diphthong sound

Eyes to perceive secret occult lines within proxy-server calls

There is the yellow stone in the red dwarf of the black night

Bliss to be born in that heaven with the sweet sound and the white light – Shambhala

PHASE II                                                                                                                                   Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Tea pouring sun in hot water cups

Aloa aloa wetrahed father

Vehicle of truth sips the azimuthal

In concurrent ways

Rixat vrahom zaza

Nixitrat nixatrot nixa alluvial soil

On the hyperspace the past accumulates the present after years of conduction

In a field of gravity, it becomes that which you don’t know

Next phase of origination is intra-independent

Graviana-cars, rianto-cars speeding across the Himalayas

The solar justice of the moon is the weight of the sea carrying everything

There was time for memory to revisit the place, recapitulate

Papyrus rock rice Roswell

Light within light that was the greater cause of light

Rainballs of fire on which the darkness swims like the hippopotamus

Silence crawls like silence making sound its only motif for life

Triva esso nouravon elita mazrex

Vravi ouhonavimbo leka

Clock click clock cleck ahan

PHASE III                                                                                                        On the Wings of Garuda, Monalisa, 2013

The black night of the sun saw time’s distant image washed by the silent ripple of the watery star

On the Wings of Garuda, Monalisa 2013

On the Wings of Garuda, Monalisa 2013

The sacred wood of the tree was first red then brown;

The sea green like the young leaves saw morning light wing-petals was pink  and saturated with mist

Each droplet consumed the liquid methane crystals

Ganymede was playing on the farthest horizon of icy ocean

Beneath the trapezium, the black oval masthead was crying like the gulls

The sea has crossed the thousand waves of annihilating pain transforming that stuff

The golden virtue are born from that ancient city of the rocks

Pouring Bacchus on the virgin death of a star – the white light the only hope

Tiger-stripes on Enceladus within the occult prism of Saturn saw stars within organic matter

Syllabic time of redoctalvin is the cause within the micro-cause

Supramental absorption class A Waha-lima

The hand held the disc that runs the eternity of time

Tetra-fluid dynamism of the absolute yung-drung gutseg

Jahoa jahoa time of the creator before and after the theatre of the gods!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring

I- Gnostic Symbol, Samij Datta, 2012

Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring: No-Thing is a Kind of Dimensional Action, wgw-Specific, Time Event (In the Beginning will be the End)

Consciousness-Analogue

River is the source of the ocean beneath the mountains

They assume the shape of a dolphin migrating into the Yungdrung

Sometimes words are just shapeless destinies of many creations

Words are words in the pink fabric of the sky after the dusk light has settled carrying vehicles of rishi angiras

Empty signs are no more the simulacra of minds clothed in reason

They have verified the truth they drank from the cup of the examiner’s chalice

What promise is unfounded in the land of the gods? What crown awaits the final Apocalypse?

Choice is not a question before the bird of lateral freedom; the knife bleeds as much as the flesh

Sitting amidst a ruin of broken prayers he has seen time pass into the dignity of no-thing

Pebbles glide into pebbles rock tumbles and falls into the waters rhyming with the winds

Their natural state can hold infinite realities within the dream of a momentary circle

Silence recovered from sleep restores the meaning of an impossible-possibility

There are no anagrams in the evacuation of space by time in the truth-circle of san-zan-van infinity

The golden light at the hour of the Ark is the only true saviour in the eight-fold mountains

Shantih…Shantih…Shantih.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Vraba-Act of Integral Synthesis by the Apocalyptic Horse-Rider: Light as Peace-Symbol of Gnostic Illumination in Dimensional Kinegorim

Shambhala Art-Kalchakra Symbiosis, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

I

Sweet pair of birds finds thy true note in rhythm

Harvesting the white light in the tree of substance

Dark matter gravity in the formless night bore the many leaves of time’s ethereal cycles

The wheel is a pure dance of reasonless entities, innumerable in number

Chakra-sthi-zun-chakra-sthi-zun-kal-chakra

In the primeval mobile state, zero is a numberless question keyed into existence

Supra-physical delight of the apple-docxet fire is what was translated to Adam by the Open Book of Revelation by the Father

Adi-purusham-adi-purusham-elohim-el

To what you may know may stand the test of time to check back at the history you have made?

Letters in the vortex churn the ocean the scriptures are trembling like the screaming sky

Shambhala Art, The Swan at Padma Karpo, Samij Datta, 2012

II

The swan in the lotus pool is the Gnostic meaning of a thousand suns

In the dark night, the star of Mazuvont was the blessed palm of the sky

Rains fall on an ocean of infinity, clouds gather the feathers of the bird

Love is an ambo-hiprav-quin-brig-quinwing F (Time 4.778- YEARS > 3.887 K)

Travelling in a bus reading a book she looked at the lights that meandered into the far beyond

Her mind like a river swallowed the banks at one twenty fifth of a royal cubit

She was fond of operas in the grand deluge of a dream rhyming the end-matter of worship

And fancy took her curves in the salon of the world and found her to be as pure as blood

Nietzsche was right, God is Dead; the white-goddess of the moon-sphere sparkled on Zoroaster

Dying with Rudra in the lake of the amphibians he remembered the lost words of the original self: ‘Know Thyself’.

III

Avogadro base constant illuminated circle decraz-creation-decraz

The horse drank from my pool of waters and heard the cry of war from the other side

The mountains ran into the deserts from Shambhala to the inner-Asia voice-belt

HBTK mode causal inner-emblem symbol transformation weva-weva-weva

Ritam Yiam Klaki Kalki-Ritam-Yiam-Yatashta

Knowledge is knowledge on prava-ixon-intelligent-systems

Road map to the future is based on Onnovation in Innovation on a point

Observer > V-Static-Yong-Observation

Love is a flower in the sempiternal wells calling the darling light through the meadows and the marshes

Snibook technology working on docrex brocat unig: “It did the works of God’s intelligence/Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown./Still consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb,/Unfelt was the Bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds.” .

 

I- Kalchakra-Symbiosis/II-The Swan on Padma Karpo/III-Kalki at War (Shambhala Art)

Ref: “It did the works of God’s intelligence….dreamed the worlds.”- Sri Aurobindo, Savitri Book II, Canto V

You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Pagan Art, Samij Datta, 2012

You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Consciousness-Analogue

Black vowels of ancient space run the summer months

Love is a ‘jyoti’ of the night for the day

Within the triangular vertices enacting the polygonal marriage

Krishna Adi Prem Radha-Govinda Swarnam

As light diffused the darkness, the Absolute appears

Shimmering gold lines of Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor

Wasp and bees turn into the hermetic square of the rectangle

Their geometry of precision is the desire for their union

The lateral curve shift of the Alblackica hymn gave ‘ananda’ its true prize of noble generosity

Spring’s anointed flowers are purple ether-circles of autumn

Drops of honey are gathered in cells    

Man calls his Lord from his inmost submission to the nature

Prakitir buke proloy, proloy hate ashirvad

Phire ashi baronbar ei jal pata shishire beja bhuvone

At the heart of the stone, the symbol stands for the Apocalypse

And I return with my hands dipped in sands ‘At the Hour of the God’.