Spectral Lines Convergence from the Sacred Stars On The Holy Communion of Divine Mother’s Birthday: 21st Feb, 2013 (Vega-altrom-cosnixz-Vega)

Spectral Lines Convergence from the Sacred Stars On The Holy Communion of Divine Mother’s Birthday: 21st Feb, 2013 (Vega-altrom-cosnixz-Vega)                            

Divine Mother and the Petal Wheel of the Four Maha-Forces in Action

Divine Mother and the Petal Wheel of the Four Maha-Forces in Action

Rare is the cup fit for love’s nectar wine, 

As rare the vessel that can hold God’s birth;

A soul made ready through a thousand years 

Is the living mould of a supreme Descent.

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A moment passed that was eternity’s ray,

An hour began, the matrix of new Time.

(Book V Canto II -The Book of Love, Savitri/Sri Aurobindo)

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Mirra Alfassa/Divine Mother, Monalisa 2013

Mirra Alfassa/Divine Mother, Monalisa 2013

Spring’s oeuvre in the honeycomb reconstituted lines from Savitri

A tender breeze softly huddles back to the flowering grove

In the Eden of the new book the yogic sonata grazes the distant constellations

Seasons fill your hearts with the utmost joy of a blissful state (Eragman to Extrohan)

Rains bring reverence on the dry rocks and deserts

Evening recalls prayers that are scripted on the sky like clouds that weep

The seed has the tree as the child the father of the Noachian time

In vernacular streams of silent words the prophet sees the great churning of time

Cross involuted in the withering fabric of space will fetch higher dimensional cause of descent

The quantum ring will engulf the ignorance bridging parts with the whole

Cities will open up new walmarts of consciousness bringing knowledge to mind the gap

The road Shambhala is the road to the second coming – wrahi-wraha-wraha

In the yonixo spectral stars (Class A), deep in the chamber of supramental alblackica

I am floating like a leaf on an ocean that itself is me

All that is and all that is not is still Mirra in erabonito quagman asa    Apollo Monalisa 2013

Words are meant for liberation and  not entrapment

Freedom is your choice in the will’s struggle to manifest the eternal surrender

You are the voice of the creation in the purified emblem of time’s romantic song

The trees know the truth the birds have canonized the heaven’s swift rivers of daisy

Through the light you can see the rise and fall of gravity’s reign of terror

Cycles end but the pyramid of the darkness is a feather in free space

That dark abode of the mother is the secret of the sun (Exoplanet Ressurection)

It is that that can be known in the unknown quarter of creation’s laborious day

The creation is traversing willazo-night years every 800pra-pi-nano seconds!

(WHAT WE WANT TO BECOME …AT THE END OF THE LICOXO-PAST- THE JOURNEY TOWARDS THE FUTURE)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

1. Mirra Alfassa, Monalisa, 2013

2. Apollo, Monalisa, 2013

3. Divine Mother, Monalisa, 2013

Divine Mother, Monalisa 2013

Divine Mother, Monalisa 2013

The Time-Ship of Eclectic Voyages in the Sap-Green Incident Wave Formed by the United-Day Matter Consciousness

Tribal Art, 2012, Bengal

The Time-Ship of Eclectic Voyages in the Sap-Green Incident Wave Formed by the United-Day Matter Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

Ivanhoe in the hour of the Alblackica dawn saw the revelation of the tree in the flame of night-illuminated birds of heaven finding their dance in the social-networking pages of Facebook twitters and in the primeval android machinery projected from outer space in the fabric of an indigenous homogenous culture by the teeth-aum of the zabber-moun; if dance is a form through which the in-Q-self of the rural-cosmopolitan expresses itself then dying is an old fashioned clothe of  novelty which has no further points in the meaning of human evolution, and, if death is later conquered by the dissolving electroplates of Alblackica then in the strangest harmony of love, ‘all day I dream about sport’, jumping into rivers of joy and swinging from tree to tree to squeeze the mango from the jelly-beans of the mind and let the pulp-seed be the frictionless self of another union of the stars in the zatter and in the vatter of the ancient matter ;

Savitri-mawa-Savitri in the jocund hours of the Ashwapati dream recognizes the dialogue of the hare with the fishing rods and with the sodium salt-plates and the sea; the Amazon readers are riding the sun-vehicles in the xenon-axis of a Porsche to turn the irrelevance into the passion-fruit of a new life and a new race; Saul Bellow was a good writer Paul De Mann in the hours of the cow eating the Hydroxide ions of Venezuela? In the rabbit-fur of the Eskimo, the moon was a dreaming harp of spaceship voyages in the Exazit-Acunva-Boxez-Time, octazimtod is dexanvucas as dexanvucas is octzimtod, the leafy glass-blade of changeless state was chanting the hymns to Strindberg, Apollo and Dionysius; honor is an isotope of radium double spin on single back-spin clockwise north-south on the 7-quaking aspens of the honorificabilitudinitatibus ; the fire was the eucalyptus of the Dogon tribe in the zeta-nuclei of the dwarf star.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tribal Art (Patachitra/Bengal 2012/Village Artist)

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The Solar Ellipse Rasas and Gyan-Ganj Pushpa : With Grace Coming From Lachen Monastery

Solar Ellipse Rasas and Gyan-Ganj Pushpa: With Grace Coming From Lachen Monastery

The Divine  Salt Plate I And The Lachen Grace

Creative Art Arrangement/Photography: Samij Datta

Consciousness-Analogue

Invariably the boat responded to the river’s mute call as if the silence submerged beneath the seas is only the divine salt plate of the creational substance pronounced as the matter- the melamoun of the higher etahoun, that transitory binary falling from the skies and melting with the hot molten oxides and silica. The pure crystal cooled after the bliss has sedimented in the amorphic crusts of the civilization’s dark years, it is the golden glass vessel of the yime-zime realization of aeonic time. That time is the funnel-clock roosting the sun in the pale arbor of the dawn’s ethereal carriage, nailed the cross on the wooden sacrosanct of the years of millennial worship- black shining metal transformed into the clusters of stars in the billion coal years of the diamond light. The fancy that took the dream from the clutch of ignorance soon became the real spirit of man’s god-ward trail, towards the higher Aurobindian light of harmony, perfection and knowledge. Yat Wat Tat (3x) – Joy Roy Choudhury

NOTE: Lachen Buddhist Monastery  is located in North Sikkim in the beautiful picturesque village of Lachen. The village of Lachen lies at the distance of 126 kilometer from Gangtok. It is located at the height of 9920 feet. The numerous hot springs, pristine lakes and exciting trekking routes is what makes this destination truly appreciable. The best time to visit Lachen lies between the month of March to early July and from October to mid December.

The Divine  Salt Plate II And The Lachen Grace

Creative Art Arrangement/Photography: Samij Datta

Consciousness-Analogue

Assemble that harmony in the crevice of the rocks, let the metal shine from black dusts of vapor and cover what we may call the orange face of the sun; it’s a glimmer of hope rising seaward and burning candles in ozone filled vessels of san-zan infinity. Have you reached the recesses of the mind, opened the tunnel cut into the deep breasts of solitude where tears turn mountains into gold, and pain washes the lovely plumage of star-field gaze? There the lonely feather of the sun’s horizon spreads its ciyup wings on the platinum of love, fills the original hours chanting mantras AND REMEMBERING THE VISION THAT TAUGHT THE OWL TO SING AT NIGHTTIME WITHOUT THE FEAR THAT BREAKS MAN INTO HIS NAME AND THE SELF, DIFFERENCE DIMINISHED BY TETRAGONAL BLISS OF HEXAGON HUA, THE BUS-DRIVE OF THE DELTA-TRANS-ANGULAR SPACE. – Joy Roy Choudhury

The Divine  Salt Plate III And The Lachen Grace

Creative Art Arrangement/Photography: Samij Datta

Consciousness-Analogue

From the Omphalos of the pristine dark matter, Apollo’s sovereign journey has begun- he heard the space calling to empty space and the black zabber of time calling space by razace-yime-vazace. That was the point where all stood still without the vectors creating motions, without the peripatetic silence of the cosmic years, this was then the ultimate luminous effulgence of surrender calmly forbearing the frou dance of ruhatit time, Dattatreya Hari Om, Dattatreya Hari Tat Chit Sat Hari Om, Om Om Hari Dattratreya. The trees lend the mind the full moon of resurrected spheres and that vision after light was the same. Dance the stones on the red earth of love, rolls the dark years into the treth-truth-trath of the pilgrim journey into the sun. – Joy Roy Choudhury

 

The Birth: Gyan-Ganj Pushpa With Lachen Grace

Creative Art Arrangement/Photography: Samij Datta

Consciousness-Analogue

Solar ellipse rasas linear non-linear on the diagonals 

Bisects the vertices of the triangular time

Hearts felt the rhyme musing on space and on the hard metal flowers of kaliyuga

Spells of trance broke the locked destinies of earth

Liberating matter into the Savitri of silence

Buds bliss ran like happiness across the smile of the ocean

Fathered the ancient mountains of great devotion and faith.

Weng gathia wun guvra vhi

Weng gathia woan mui trasu

Nui tra dhip nui tra geth

Nui tra wajed vhi tak grivam . (Lines absorbed from Noah for the Welfare of the Entire-Creation-Entire)

 – Joy Roy Choudhury