Through the Gates of Copenhagen by the Meta-Cognitive Bliss of the Observer: ‘ENTERING INTO THE DHARMADHATU’ (Dharmadhatu Pravesa)

 

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Bohr, Heisenberg and Pauli: The Copenhagen Interpretation 

“The Self is not in any object, nor is any object in the Self which is infinite and signless. Hence I am free from attachment and desire. Serene in this (knowledge) alone I abide

Natma bhavesu no bhavastatranate niranjane

Ityasakto sprhah santa etadevahamasthitah”

-Ashtavakra Gita

Anatomizing the Self, the Witness or the Observer

Through the cloud consciousness of the primordial mind

Hui-neng’s no mind of the samadhi state is beyond space-time construct

Wu-hsin and Wu-nien are the neural correlates of wu-wei or non-doing in Gita

However, there are computations, consciousness is beyond comprehensibility

 

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Flowers Near Tashiding Monastery, Sikkim 

The silent flower

With all its variegated beauty is the unborn in the unborn

That is the expression of transcendental bliss

It abides in itself beyond the duality of relativism

Therefore we contend to non-origination and the primordial singleness of the self (ajativada)

Brahman is Brahman

It is unborn and all-pervading

It confers supreme peace and tranquility

Sivam Santam

With manifestation (only apparent), comes Dependent Origination or Relativistic Existence

There is doer or the ego – there is duality and opacity and obdurateness

In the luminosity of the Self – there is transparent interpenetration

Ashtavakra talks about non-origination of the Self

It does not spring from anything!

Yajnavalkya in Brihadarankya Upanishad says:

“When born, he is not born again;

who indeed can generate him?”

he is always unborn (aja) and non-dual (advaya)

The self is all that exists (sarvam atma) – knowing this be happy!

This is same as Vasudevah sarvam of Bhagavadgita (vii, 19)

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Japanese Buddhist Monastery, Kolkata 

When the Zen Master asks questions like

Who Am I? Where Am I? Whence Do I Come?

Whither DO I Go? – an inquiry into the Self-Nature (Svabhava) of Reality

The questions are pointed in such way so that it corresponds to self-abidance

which is indeed the meaning of WELLBEING OR SWASTHYA or TRUE HAPPINESS

Where do the Bodhisattvas reside? Where is the Self abiding?

In the Eternal Now which is the present moment, quiescent and illuminating

The Self abides in its own abode continuously radiating maha-karuna from the center

The past and the future signals have interpenetrated each other (from their respective de-sitter event horizons ) and have become the present moment which too keeps on changing

In this eternal present the Buddha or the Awakened One has fixed his abode which is no abode (the mind has no abode)

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Flowing Mountain Stream, Yuksom, Sikkim 

This is the universe of luminosity where space time is obliterated

 

This scene of complete transcendental interpenetration is called

The Entering into the Dharmadhatu (dharmadhatu pravesa)

How did you get in?

Through the Gates of Copenhagen by the bliss of the Witness!

Leaving behind nothing – I jump into the ocean of existence.

-J

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘The Heart Sutra’ of Avalokiteshwara: Neither Seer Nor Seen, But Just a Seeing of No-Seeing

Buddha Statue, North Wall Mogao Cave 259, Northern Wei Copyright Dunghuang Academy

Buddha Statue, Mogao Cave 259, North Wall, Northern Wei Copyright Dunghuang Academy 

What the universe is I am, and What I am the universe is. And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsoever. Gate, Gate, paragate, parasamgate, Bodhi! Swaha!

In the quarks and leptons there is a silent prayer

That prostrates before the inexplicable Void

As the bud awaits the light to become the flower that adores the garden

All manifestations come from the Supreme Heart

Evolving in time

Healing Buddha

Buddha Bhaisajyaguru, The Healing Buddha, Tibet 14th Century, Rubin Museum of Art, NYC

To become the timeless

A ceaseless transformation

That is only understood

Or, experienced

When you are the Awakened One,

The Buddha…

At the turn of wheel

The moon is bright

And full

Waning and waxing

To become the still point

In the mind

Where it will dissolve and disappear

At that extreme moment

There is neither, Dharma, or, Buddha

No Cause and Effect

No Nirvana, or, Samsara

“Except for the point, the still point,

There would be no dance,

And there is only the dance.”

-J

*’Except for the point….the dance’ (from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eliot)

The Technology of Quantum Yoga in the Light of Consciousness is the Worship of Brahman in the Weca-Weca Small Unit Wohal ( From Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive to a Future Sustainable World)

1st Automobile: Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive, 1880

1st Automobile: Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive, 1880

The Technology of Quantum Yoga in the Light of Consciousness is the Worship of Brahman in the Weca-Weca small unit Wohal

Technology predicts the way we do our business

Technology is the psychisisation of the mind on the evolutive canvas

Technology is the brahman-in-brahman to be ‘that’ in ‘it’

Many hyperspace business models are recorded in the termas

That’s the boddhisattwa mind to unlock the secret in matter’s quantum waves

Intuition is more important that knowledge

Intuition is the power of cosmic mind to innovate

Obeying the laws of harmony in the eco-system

Not to run out of gasoline but “to strive, to seek, to find…”

The new ways of doing things

At Midnight - Light of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1940

At Midnight – Light of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1940

That has a long lasting impression on our present reshaping the future

To work is to learn to know what we can do to reach the next stage of human evolution

That consciousness, still is the thing we can procure to earn a better living

To have a child like mind in the winter solstice

To turn as we spin and quantum teleport ourselves to other worlds

Mobile transitions in immobile space junctions

In the wahoa-wahoa super star

Over the deep mountains in shambhala

Talking to the young apparelled light of darkness

In time is the time a hidden source of the alter

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

In the speaking tree of immortality

Cars roads and buses

Spaceships and astronauts

The leafy caterpillar eats that green savage

To become the beautiful butterfly

Restores the habitat where it is born

Man must connect to ‘it’

In the sutra of life

That is the only yoga you can do.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”, Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

Salvador Dali as Field Activator’s Prerequisite to Cognition in Consciousness: Towards Hiprivatox Supramental Gate

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-54), Salvador Dali, Salvador Dali Museum, St Petersburg, Florida

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 22:13)

 Consciousness-Analogue

The clock separates itself from time and eternity

It’s the liquid drip of the ocean of Dali in the fire of the light

The fish is the human aspiration towards greater certitude in reason

That death cannot become the name of the angel that breathes life into inanimate things

Immortality is the only hope of the artist who seeks perfection in everything   

The whole is not the whole but broken fragments that play up to infinity

Alpa-memory of history is the root cubic track-vessel of destiny greater than one

Coming back I saw grey dust clouds gathered over the Himalayas

Rain was the whisper of the piper’s dream before the dawn of the great voyage

“Enter into the joy of your Lord” .

Music overflowed in the land of paradise

From Shambhala I see the white roses embroidered on Bodhisattvas

They rear the Lost Shepherd of the primal race

In the golden rhyme of the ancient mariners

The stars were once the dead retro-galaxies of dark energy acceleration

Within a uniform length cut into pieces by the tailor of Ommersholm

The bowl was eating rice laughing from the nest of yung-drung bon-bon yung-yinghom-yia-yiyi

In the singing hologram of the mandala, Hiprivatox Supramental Gate was the only omega point of consciousness on earth.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Enter into the joy of your Lord” Matthew v.25/l.21

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’!

Consciousness-Analogue

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 

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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/

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Time that Unfolds in the Sacred Destiny of Existence: The Will-Factor in Spiritual-Vowen-Supratohentim-Supramental

 

P-3, Samij Datta, 2012

Time that Unfolds in the Sacred Destiny of Existence

Consciousness-Analogue

Birds are chirping in the skies

Leaves of Tibet are turning into green yellow and golden flakes

They formed a triangular mass of a unique dimension

That has portable space-hen ship-time in its memory card

We are coming from beyond over the boundary to conquer life

And establish the new race on earth

Oh beautiful South China seas in the Amazon of the Ganges

Is there a definite significance of a time-line in the taste of immortality?

Is there a riddle that we are trying to unlock?

 

Or is it the new moon of the dark graviton in the micro-Lilith hibiscus of ryto-blomin          

Capital-stock pilgrims to the temple of the sun are carried on her Haphaestus wings

Man is not a soldier but a dreamer of wars in a field of glory

But the fountain of light promised words instead of guns

But, the man, then is a medicine Buddha like Hippocrates dreaming of images that heal body & mind

He painted the old frescoes in every church, temple, mosque and monastery

He was an architect building monuments, towers and game-resorts

He was the child of infancy riding the white horse with apostolic angels and bodhisattvas

He was as an Argonaut of the Golden Fleece piloting explorations into unreachable destinies of the divine matrix

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But thinking didn’t make him a man but his actions did

He was in pursuit of his Will that was the source of all his power

He composed the Eudaimonic operas to reconcile the truth between the living and the dead

And when he found himself alone in this world

Like a tiny speck of sand among the wind in the reeds

Like a subatomic quasar in the quantum hyper-reality of retrocausal silence

He cried like a baby sitting over the bank plucking grass ambassadors of the morning light

Meanwhile, the river went on its usual way:

“Aruk semat erativ Erasmus

Texondo morpa voitrana  nui dhip

Child let it grow…let it blossom

And in the annual festival at the Changmo dance

Colours danced to the beat of a wave in the wavicle of its infinity

And as time closed the gaps between sun-width mud-length of a lake

An inner voice of freedom came outside

The rule ate the law in the grape-moun version of the anti-matter run

And gave acres of alblackica free space to the child to recompose

Till he became the man he is who found the paradise.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture (R): The Lotus Born Babe, Padmasambhava (Source: Wikipedia, Hemis Monastery.