The Shantiniketan Express: At the Supreme Summit, the Observer creates His Own Ontology by Being there at that ‘Moment'(E-Ternity to I-Ternity)/Vector-Equlibrium

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‘A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever’, Endymion, John Keats /Photograph of a Rare Species of Blue Lotus at Shantiniketan, Bolpur

The 6 precepts of Tilopa are No Thought, No Reflection, No Analysis, No Cultivation, No Intention; let it settle itself. That is complete surrender to the Divine Mother’s Force and Grace. It exercises ‘Sahaja Mukti’ or ‘easy’ or ‘natural state’ of the liberated sage. Immediate Awakening and Naturalness are the same thing, it is the most direct way communicated not by the sutras but through direct contact with the Divine.

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Devi Maa Phullora, Labhpur (Blloming), Birbhum, one of 51 Shakti Peeths (Maa Sati’s Lower Lip fell here at this place (*Important Vortex Point, Birbhum)

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Lord Shiva Panchanana, Andra Pradesh circa 1720-1730 at National Library of France

Moments are eternized flying birds

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Inside Tribal Village at Shantiniketan, Bolpur

They are not subject to death and desolation

They carry with them scriptures on the stone

Worshipped for ages

By all sentient beings

By the wind and the seas

By the fireflies, the heron and the pike

Alone She stood like a red vermillion sun

That lights the stars in the spiral galaxies

Her tender lips kissed by the sky and the grass

She played as a child

In the wild

Like raindrops on the lotus leaf

Adumbrating the great design of her creation

Inside the heart her rhythm raptures the soul

There are no differentiating lines

But only a still centre

Where the lotus blooms

To delight her eyes

The inner rhythm manifesting the object of her Will

That cannot but be only from the naught

Adore every passing moment

By a touch without touching

Grace to the flying birds

That will become the frieze on a Grecian urn.

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Basuli  and other Temples that are associated with Medieval Bengali Lyrical Poet Chandidas circa 17th and 18th century, Nanoor, Birbhum

“There is nothing equal to wearing clothes and eating food. Outside this there are neither Buddhas and Patriarchs”. (Zenrin Poem)

At the center of the space b/w the 2 brows there is a Diamond Lotus of 2 petals presided by ‘Hamsa Devata’ and ‘Susumna Shakti’ -this in the morphological body is the Ajna Chakra that corresponds to Vijnana State and Anupama Vak and to the half mantra of Pranava.

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Sonajhuri Forest (Acacia Auriculi and the Slow Moving Kopai River, Shantiniketan, Birbhum

An old pond

A frog jumps in

Water’s sound. (Matsuo Basho, Zen Poet, Japan)

In the Zen, Being-Now State, it is not that moments change or that time flies but rather that the Observer is brought to the present, as if time is created by the presence of the observer who witnesses the event of the frog jumping into the pond. The spectator or observer being there at that moment creates its own ontology. Moments occur and perception follows it and its all Empty Cognizance.

-J

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Buckminster Fuller’s Vector Equilibrium and the Super-Void of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: The Dance of the Still Point from the Strange World of Non-Verbal Act

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                                     Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

“The vector equilibrium is the zero starting point for happenings or nonhappenings: it is the empty theater and empty circus and empty Universe ready to accommodate any act and any audience.” – Buckminster Fuller

“To use the imagery of a Tibetan poem, every action, every event comes of itself from the Void as from the surface of a clear lake there leaps suddenly a fish.” – Alan Watts

An empty theater

Mahaavatar Babaji Maharaj with Mt Kailash at the back Satyalok Ashram

A stage that remains forever empty

Only actors come and go

They bide time reading strange scripts

Practising the art of not knowing

With masterful strokes of their brush

With simple gestures,

They wove patterns of unspoken words

And complete the magical show

Always they have to come and go

Replete with ornate glories of an invisible vacuum

Little girl, hopping like a bird in between two branches of the cypress tree

Sees the naked sky’s rim haloed by light

And the stars flicker on the stone’s ancient pabulum

Tesseract

And the fire beneath the rock

Under seabed

Or, in the monstrous galaxies

Is awaiting the preeminent birth of a time

Down the tunnel into a darkened room

That opens to an empty courtyard

Where violet and indigo in their last spiritual rite

Created the jewel for the seven sages

And now, a heap of ruins, the broken tesseract

Will become the only observer of the coming spectacle

Why the dogstar have to turn around?

And smell of seawood and coffee bring news from the stock market?

On the mat                                                                 2001 A SPACE ODYSSEY Stanley Kubrick Film 1968

Sitting like a dead rat

Do you intend to become the Buddha or Sri Aurobindo?

Or else, you find in between folded spaces of paper crumbs

That the distance from the center is waning

Till it fades out leaving only negative space the liberty to reconstruct

The grand theater, the theosophy of the empty and the marvelous

“When the Name is uttered, 

Neither the Buddha nor the Self

There is: 

Na-mu-a-mi-da-bu-tsu

Na-mu-a-mi-da-bu-tsu.”

-J