The Flaming Romantic Hero of the Cosmic Genesis: Extrohan-Eragman-Sun-Years of Ionic Supramental Sadhana

         Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

“I’d come back to walk your fields through;

I’d come under the vaults of lime-trees,

On a slope of Trigorskoe’s hill,

A worshiper of freedom ours,

Of Graces, joy and high mind, still.” – ‘Fairwell, O, Faithful Leafy Groves!…’, Aleksandr Pushkin

“Let God help you, my dear friends,

In storms and everyday distress,

In dark abysses of the earth,

In desert seas and alien lands!” – ‘Let God Help You…’ , Aleksandr Pushkin

                                 

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Eternity exists in words; music is the freedom of the soul

Each thought a wave connected to other waves

The seasons fall in between that movement

Flowers are the opera in the dark abode of the sun

Venice in Moscow turns a chapter in Paris like an uncertainty phenomenon

Revisions that subject non-locality in things

Their truth lies in time corridors opening to the mind

The lake is the frozen bust of an Apollonian angel

Walking like the Bacchic maiden of a thousand light years back from this place

Chapters enclose paradise of poets in the evolutionary consciousness of beings

That journey was made- now and then it’s their time to return.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

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James Joyce and the Subatomic Quest for the Chalice: The Final Grail of Quantum Identification

  James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

 “I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes”. – ‘Araby’, James Joyce

The Grail Chalice is the outward symbol of man’s final quest for beauty – the beauty that exists in love, and in life- its that enlightening aspect of self-transformation in things. Without it, life is a sordid cup of sorrow, the artist cannot paint the Madonna of the mind or the Monalisa  of the dream. The Buddha is the Christ in the mediation of the cross on the rose of the eternal coin. That coin is the tree of prosperity,the kiss the final wealth to be accumulated by the outpouring of grace – winter harvests the spring of the early descent of the Lord into the monsoon of green vegetation thereby renewing the cycle of life from birth to birth, and from that birth to the rebirth in immortality. The sacred wish is to attain that liberty- the dzochen is the beauty self-preparation for that stage by acquiring the consciousness to enable the process.

Time was the fragment of the stone, Chintamani

Time was the unconscious element flowing in the stream that gives recognition to objects

The quantum wave is the writing on the stone, the scripture of the artist

God whose sacred poetry is the prose of the Stephen Daedalus in the many moments of the light travelling from the point of origin

Sun gods are young in the nubile river of the diction, words afraid of the meta-entanglement are jumping like seagulls into the sea

They cannot see the heavy rock that takes the shocks of the waves transmuting the pain into the litanies of the full moon joy- birth to birth is rebirth and the end is immortality.

To Shambhala, the future is the locked secret of the sweet envisioning

The King can see over the cold Gobi desert

that the world is about to change

as destined in the words of the prophetic oracle

Man is the choice for the next experiment in evolution…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Cosmic Detour into Consciousness: George Harrison and the Changing Worlds (Baxtrom Light Traveling Weight)

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

“Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot…” – George Harrison

And in the seminal song “My Sweet Lord” he reiterates this waiting:

“I really want to see you

Really want to be with you

Really want to see you lord

But it takes so long, my lord…”

The seeking for the Lord is a long journey to the originaboun (the origin of origins) and as George Harrison felt it’s like “a door opened somewhere in the subconscious realm, maybe from a previous life”.

“All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn’t matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One’s values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality.” – George Harrison

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The starlight fragments bear the cosmic heaviness of the blue denim

Bulging on the edge like a bubble of some distant dreams

Made real by the fantasy of a life’s long journey back home

The emissaries are here in trapezohedron solar crafts

Flying like octane flutes of the Sri Radhika- The Harrison Wave Couplet of the eternal Brouhaman

Peacock sparkles on the midnight ether’s strange beauty of forms

Diminishing the mass equilibrium of the horizontal frame

Vertically aligning the gyrating torsion of the flamed cupola of light

Breathing like Krishna on the Adi Tattva’s creative impulse

In the motionless distance of time – time is the true saviour O Christ

And beauty is the door through which the seer penetrates his quest

Into matter’s utmost felicity with the spirit of its undying fashion

Creating new songs from the well of its wonderful rivers

Each a new beginning to the architecture of the exoplanets

Creating creations merging into creations

As the tree into forests of lavender and pomegranates

Swirling into the utmost dance forms of the invisible dark momentum of things

And becoming empty like an unwritten book’s many historical feats

Man shall climb to the reach the divine stage – Om Adi Om- Om Adi Tattva

And touch the Brownian consonance of consciousness

The chariot has come down to travel to the next apparel of things

To crown new dimensions of Supra-psychic technology

“All life is yoga”, and yoga is life in love to be free

To free the self, believe that you are to make this Life Divine.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

“Life on Earth is but a fleeting illusion edged between lives past and future beyond physical mortal reality” , and while commenting on the concept of reincarnation in 1968 he said “You go on being reincarnated until you reach the actual Truth. Heaven and Hell are just a state of mind. We are all here to become Christ-like. The actual world is an illusion and the living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be. I am not really George, but I happen to be in this body.”

Ref: “All life is yoga” – Sri Aurobindo

The Undying Truth of Divine Beauty as an Act of White Light Synthesis: Messages from Shambhala

“In Beauty we are united,       

Way to Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1933

Way to Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1933

through Beauty we pray,

with Beauty we conquer”.

-Nicholas Roerich

“An occult godhead of this beauty is cause…”. – Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

White Light Synthesis: Beauty is quarto-afro-pi that exists in everything. Without beauty, there is no science no rationality or the idiom of pure intuitive intellect in the imagination of poets or seers or musicians or painters. Beauty is an inbuilt gadget in things that draws other eyes to put their technology of the mind to innovate and explore it beyond the dimensions of its kinetic mobility. The immobile is the power behind that vision of knowledge that finds beauty in the infinitesimal particles in the cyclical wave of the most advanced creation. Therefore, beauty is a unit of the divine as the divine is truly beautiful beyond that unitary dimension in the polyglossia of object diversity in the worlds that exist.

Thy beauty hangs around thee like

Children will be Children/Henri Cartier-Bresson Photograph, London

Children will be Children/Henri Cartier-Bresson Photograph, London

Splendour around the moon—

Thy voice, as silver bells that strike

Upon

–          Beauty’s Halo, PB Shelley

That naked halo of beauty engulfs all objects giving them the celestial radiance of the divine creation where we stand- we face it every day in our life, we need to understand the subtlety of it, we need to look beyond ourselves to find it in within us in beautiful proportions. That itself is the harmony that Keats has sought in the sensual realm of beauty in nature:

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,

Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone. (The Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats)

Moving across sensual space, one discovers supra-sensory spaces and allied time denominations of that, beyond that into ever higher realms of beauty and so on.

“A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

–Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky”.  (She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, William Wordsworth)

The seeker can unveil the true spirit of beauty and find truth lying in it. That’s the fundamental freedom that one can exercise in the process of evolution of consciousness. The great poets and artists and scientists all have done that in their works thereby creating pool of resources for humanity to progress along the same lines of corporate development.

Beauty is a reason to exist- its the child of man

Beauty is the paranormal fragment of nature mediating darkness with quantum light of insurgence in the victory of the sun from the mental years imprisoned in the own quark and leptons of the federal process. Beauty thus is the translation of peace of an inaudible sound that chants the everlasting mantras of complete happiness.

Beauty is the flux of compassion in the trial of love over death and suicide.

Life can only win if one is truly speaking the language of beauty through the condensed mind that is activating time progeny through the peace incubation.

Beauty is peace on earth – beauty is the hands of sorrow scripting the final victory of light in the sempiternal curve of the unilever mind – the sparrow has many broken wings but the flame of desire to fly is not dead within – let the light unequivocally create the blue skies of heaven for the gulls to spread their evangelical wings across the superb velvet seas folding the moon in the quarter of the day challenging all that is impossible because the divine is the guide in us “exceeding us, to exceed ourselves”. (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

“In the immutable and inviolate Truth   

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

Sri Aurobindo: It is not a hope but a certitude that the complete transformation of nature will take placeFor ever united and inseparable,

The radiant children of Eternity dwell

On the wide spirit height where all are one”. – (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

The archetypal truth is the universal phenomenon happening unfolding in us to take us further where “the radiant children of Eternity dwell”.

If you are a traveller in the realms of beauty, you ought to find this place of radiance where children incognito shall wear the crown of the clowns in the immortality of life superimposing the fractal supermind on the finite magnitude of things – they belong to the heart of the future in the compassionate mind of the divine embodiment.

The primeval concept of regeneration is evident in beauty that springs in every season with its specific tint and hue, making merry with the time in pouring colours and mixing them with the palette knife. The yin-yang is at play in this process of the spirit becoming the flesh, of the seed becoming the tree and seed again.

Her divine beauty is the only flame – Radha’s love is beyond words – The Lord himself misrecognizes it in the first instance, grapples with it in the second instance, prays in the third so he understands and so on…

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

The divine petals of the four forces are operating in nature to make us learn what we can easily learn.

Maha-Kali the destroyer awaits fortune of Maha-Lakshmi to reconcile life with immortality through the myriad hands of Maheswari inculcating wisdom of the cosmic house (“The ideal goddess in her house of gold”- Savitri) in the tranquil renditions of the supramental perfection of art by the ever innocent spontaneity of Maha-Saraswati in the speedy recovery of things. These four eternal forms of Beauty bring harmony to our lives.

voice-signals from rialto-supermind Acrux.“Beauty is the existence of every particle in perfect harmony and perfect peace and happiness, whatever is eternally peaceful and happy, is truly beautiful and the journey to it is the eternal transformation of a being from ignorance to emancipation”.

– Monalisa as received through voice-signals from rialto-supermind Acrux.
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9th December 2012: Celebrating the 110th Birth Anniversary of Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy- In the Time of Peace the Light was the Yogic Sound of His Silence in ‘it’

Yogishwar Sri Kali Da: The Yogi of Maha-Yogis

Yogishwar Sri Kali Da: The Yogi of Maha-Yogis

Prachin Parbat mala

The quantum mevon light hasn’t yet fall on its peak

Marubhumir samudre shristir ek  balukanay e samayer shitishil gati prapto hoyechey

Savder prahari ra takhono hat te chalte sekheni

A vast Silence covered the blind chink of the whole creation

Nothing moved or walked or crawled or swelled

In the rhythm less path of a primal compassion

Neither contracting nor expanding the orbs in their flight

Sublime was the emerald waves in the emergency of that light

Reading the mysteries that His love has brought to unfold the worlds

Navigating the paths that future beholds in the past of its figural present

Om Adi Sanatan- the eternity is the myriad ways of the Cassiopeia in the zoning-al-druid hum

Down the River Way/Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Down the River Way/Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Pagan birth of the Father in the monsoon hymn of the winter moon

Hibernating itself in the yupa-yupi star flakes of time

Memory is not the black raven of daylight extinction

Neither it’s a void bank of dead Alpha numeral’s sunyata

The past squeezed the present to turn every nocturnal sight into endearing happiness

That is the essence of a conscious vital life-force– without it that is not that in the schism of ‘it’ (scattering and dissemination of plectographic mandalas)

Thou art has taught us to laugh and to play, to sing and to dance

To be merry in the song that His faith has brought (the supra-cosmic cult of bhakti as an in-dweller )

We pray to love and live, as His ways have converged on us

To this day we record our existence as continuous consciousness in the supra-aeonic years of manifestation

To live with him holding thy hand in the primordial zarticle/barticle of the retanoul waves

Appearing slowly on the screen of the cosmos

As om adi para-brahman – om adi om- om adi paratpara

Om adi sat-chit-ananda

Om-faux-pa-vir-hung-tal

Glory to the Divine (3x) always

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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The Quantum Magic-Box of ‘The White Light Synthesis’: Shambhala Truth of the Origin of Origins

Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

“Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!       

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

No hungry generations tread thee down; 

…………………………………………………………..

Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn”.

– Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats.

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Immortal bird carrying immortal wisdom from the land of Olmo-Lung-Ring

Immortal are the ways of Shambhala

The bird flies in the sacred lair of Noah’s kingdom

Sacrifice the eternity in time

He who doth see the Eternal, knowest thy self

In the miniature of a cosmic bowl

A zero mirrored in the Higgs field, yields another zero and so, on  

Engulfing the primordial serpent of Alblackica (shaping the yas-ying-yang  through the eye of the cosmic needle )

Rise from the ash and be the Father of the Destiny

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Form is emptiness, emptiness thy form

Opposing pairs cancel each other

Harvesting the mother face of the dark zero

That encircles the pointless Origignabon of the creation

Numbers fall like proper Frazer-puppets in the laser pool of the cosmic seizure

There is no time, there will be no time

In the red skull of the ultimate sun

In the primal face of the causal machine

In the effect of a hand-will pedestal

The snow covered peaks,

Winter valleys,

And the cold desert

Know that wisdom is covered with mist

And the blue light cone on the feet of the tree

Sings like the stars from a spring night gramophone                                                                 

Joan Baez

Joan Baez

Oceans cradle another moon swaying in the music

And the beaches are strewn by the morning petals

Drawing the fantastic mandalas

That speaks of the Lord in the twilight realm,

In the poetic colours of His infancy

Da di di Dayadhvam Damyata

Krishna-Krishna-Hari Priye

The Ark saved the worlds

As mercy thy time

Those who live forever in the Shangri-la

Let their prayers be like streams flowing to grace the Garden of Eden

In the inner-circle of ala-ala,

The stone is the future of Man,

Adi adi Chintamani

Adi Buddha, Adi Shenrab

In thy Holy Communion of the Christ:        

Pete Seger

Pete Seger

“Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Gone to flowers every one

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?” (Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seger)

Man the Absolute, The Aksolute, The Amsolute shall have to enter the next chain of cycles by the contemplation of a free circle point in the san-zero-infinity of things

without the Icarus, the Icarus is empty

Man is empty, empty is man

empty is empty by the primitive subset of logic deduction

all the flowers are empty, non-absolute beauty of the beautiful Sunyata

and the emptiness of forms is the emptiness of meanings

Set zero to Set Zat-Zero-Infinity

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Tat Wat Yat- regulating zero

Yat Wat Tat- regulating one in many

Wat Tat Yat- regulating all possible hyperspace functions that arise from the cause

with invisible wings flies the inner-man

discovers a great aureole round his head

shining like the dark star of the white light

utters unimaginable verses of the ego-less journey

from there to here, from no point of origin to no-beginning no-end:

A KAR A ME DU TRI SU NAG PO ZHI ZHI MAL MAL SO HA…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Time Morphing in Quantum Consciousness: In Eyes of the Mother The Lotus New Born is the Light of the Sun in Padmasambhava

Padmasambhava

Time Morphing in Quantum Consciousness: In Eyes of the Mother The Lotus New Born is the Light of the Sun in Padmasambhava

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Time is the yogic light of supra-physical realism relatively acting as transformative non-local synergy agent of the sun vibrating in the ether medium like the blue swan of the white lotus giving birth to ten-fold Padmasambhava at the navel of the Vishnu-Shakti ( Regenerative Pyramidal Mirror of Sthi-Zun Particle in the fan-cup seer-will force in man – Adi Narayana)

The pure substance of the sun in the white lotus gave birth to the miracle of Padmasambhava.

Om Ah Hum Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hum(3x)

Guru Rinpoche…Guru Rinpoche…Guru Rinpoche

All in thee that thou will in thy sacred light of Guru Rinpoche.

The flaming congruent sphere of grace-matter wheel chariots the sublime essence of poetry and art in the divine followers of the creation.

“Moment of Freedom

as the prisoner

blinks in the sun

like a mole             

from his hole

                           

a child’s 1st trip    

Jim Morrison

away from home

 

That moment of Freedom”. – Jim Morrison, American Poet, Singer, and Spiritual Rock Artist

The Inner self is the True Divine- great artists and poets have tasted the divine fruit within themselves.

“All Nature is my bride”. –Thoreau

“All that we behold is full of blessings”. – William Wordsworth

“If you want the truth,

I’ll tell you the truth:

Listen to the secret sound,

The real sound,

Which is inside you.”– Kabir

Lord Caitanya in his Acintya-bhedabheda Tattva implied that the divine essence of the Lord is supreme in one’s heart where Sri Radhika is Sri Krishna and the entire creation but also separate from this world of realities. The Lord is this and not this – one with the creation and simultaneously different from His creation as well.

“I am formless and everywhere                                                                

SAI

I am in everything and beyond. I fill all space.” Shirdi Sai

Jaya Sai Jaya Sai Jaya Jaya Sai

The enlightened teacher is inside all of us- the Sai is an in-dweller transforming us every moment to take us to a higher level of quantum consciousness.

“The purpose of God in creating man hath been, and will ever be, to enable him to know his Creator and to attain His Presence”.– Bahá’u’lláh

The god-consciousness is one who sits in all its empyrean glory manifesting his presence in us through our manifold works (karma) to gain the knowledge (gyana) by the sheer will-force of the love in us (bhakti) through the habits (avhash) we endorse to cultivate the time-frame of an eternal life-force in us which lead us to what Sri Aurobindo and Mother said ‘the immortality” or the ‘rainbow body’ of perfect transfiguration as with Padmasambhava and other sages of Shambhala.

Fragrant doors                                              

Abdu’l-Bahá

Light inner-circle of silence

Opening thy windows to embrace the pure substance of the sun

In the mind of ether the light, the knowledge

Is adding vital life-force to its own good existence (pranic energy renewal via quantum mevic-function)

To shine as smooth as the silken pollen sac

An alter of wave on a particle point (the Von Neumann Cubicle of spectacular algorithm)

Delegating the all-possible ways of integrating matter with the spirit

For the immortal life to be is.

She is forever a fixed star on a Gaussian plane

Unfixed about a cardinal point (the father across the bohemian rhapsody)

Observer within observation point- Jai Satya Sai      

Mirra Alfassa: The Divine Mother

Christ of the future on a dog stargate

Watching pilgrims pass by over a line of hue in the sky

Roerich and Jim Morrison

And Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor

Sri Caitanya Sri Caitanya Sri Caitanya

Adi lila of Parameshwar

Beyond creation she the Absolute Hypothesis

Quantum Quadrangular Machine of Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Beauty was a joy to behold in the nectar of life

Nothing exists but her golden lap where the creation is.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

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Nonlocal Circuit in Quantum Leap: Self-Integrating the Boson Jump into Wave Cloud Possibilities Using Monet’s Landscape and Rodin’s Sculpture

Sunset at Lavacourt, Claude Monet, 1880 (Impressionism)

Consciousness-Analogue

The sun has floated its wings on the mirror of the sea,

 On a river plate, painting its shapes with wonderful images

Lakshmi-Narayana and the Kalchakra and Gita

A song embodiment of the rudra-veena, vayu-vyas, deva-putras

Carrying through it, Horus and Hathor and the Tigris and Euphrates

In the broken arms of the lost sailing ships, Artemis and Durga

Apollo, Demeter, Jupiter, Athena and Aphrodite

Sat-Tat-Lila in the stringed melody of Gopala

In the memory of the cross-fountain of final crucifixion

In the parable of Osiris, in the Krishna-Arjuna arrow head

Faith-circle integrated by Manu as Adam in the Tree of Life

Matter wakes up to see its beauty

As do man, god and beasts

“To Carthage then I came

The Creation of Man, Auguste Rodin, circa 1900/ Garden Villa, Meudon, Paris

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest     310

                                 burning

In the futile hours of the night,

The stars in their boyhood dreams

Saw light swirling like a monster into light and endless light

The serpent swallowed them all

In the figure a figure or just a dancing head of nothing but them all

See into widening space, into the crown of the Jehovah lapping the last drop of the real absolute

Eternity into time in the mind-caves of Shambhala

Remembering the day spend in the frank oneness of things

As a cult in the dream of Rodin’s creational manuscript

I saw entangled

In the lion of the speech

The tiger wrath of the ocean

Deep inside,

The mountains of that in this is empty

In the rising of the chalice of darkness

Charioting the dawn mist blue sky of further electrospherical fields

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– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “To Carthage…burning” (The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot)

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

The Bon and Kuntu Zangpo, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

Consciousness-Analogue

A wish is a light from the stone

A pure heart assembles its pain transfiguring into joy of eternal delight

In the cloud of differential existence, consciousness is only the tree of being

Remote sensing the father in the palaeographic relic of the adi-tarmas

Adi-hung-ninad avra muatat straz struhet yayastat

Religion will die; compassion can only kindle the true spirit of the creation

There was never any goal set for humankind; man de-morphed himself looking at the endless aping mirrors of this creation

In quest for the rainbow mind, his vision was the Holy Grail that promised him with the sanctity of an only true order

That legend lived on the road to olmo-lung-ring

Magic quatrain of the laughing lines square a root of the Bon in upper kingdom of Tibet

They found him sitting there, his beard and the cross not worn by time’s destitutions

His eyes affixed at a point were moving like a force that generates the power of multiple transformations

Far below the seated throne, the river rippled its way into the golden heart

Ad majorem Dei gloriam- Glory to the god of the New Race

The birds flew where the wind blew; the sky was a haunted thread of Kuntu Zangpo

In the realm of alblackica, only the true thing will remain

In the realm of alblackica, “the old order changeth yielding place to new”.

In the realm of alblackica, there is light shining in the red darkness of frovahin-dawn

Truth cometh soon will reshape the destiny of the whole creation.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The old order changeth yielding place to new”.- The Passing of Arthur, Alfred Tennyson

 

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Unborn Tazig, Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Consciousness-Analogue

When the mind meditates with the stone

The mountains utter their prayers to the moon and the stars

Reciprocation of love offered is a natural causal-effect of bio-geo kinesis

Yao yao ru ta te tu ro yam hua

Yia tu yia tu yang yeng ying

Simple are the ways of the magnetic-priest yet differential and prismatic

Three-fold time in the star-gate crystal; the sound is the anointed ring of the shamans

Wisdom articulates the practice of bon in every alter of the tree

Relative vision is higher than normal lens perception

Drawing on the inner-line of the lake Nam Tso, the sun has found a shelter beneath the ice

It was the night time melting into dawn

It was the last rite in the sacred field

If tomorrow came like a ghost sweeping the floors of yesterday’s fears

Today will be the day to practise the knocking on heaven’s door?

In the zabber of the Brahman I saw the lion looking into the man through the heart of a bird flying like a tiger

Do you see the blazing blade of grass over dew drops falling from the bowl of the cherubic fire?

Do you hear the sound, do you hear the sound?

After silence banged the head of the gods against a table rolling the dice with Judas?

What they have falsified to the winds carrying their feathers over dead tongues misconstruing across many rolling seas?

There is nothing at all- no myths no archetypes no tombs no statues

Not even the written word from the diadem of truth

It was in that that I saw that it ‘moved not yet it moved’ over nameless apostrophes of man’s struggle with destiny

What ‘that is not that is’ but it was a moment when light had no shadow in the death vision of a dream

Dreams connected spheres and shepherds brought thy music from the long valley of olmo-lung-ring

Supermind: walk the walkatishwara-cross-tri-qua-non (bliss restoration – narayana)

She ate the apple in the effigy of the bon to melt mankind into the ecstasy of hunger

That hunger was the desire to be greater than the one in the many one of ones in the creation

Man loved the gods greater than himself and thus paved the path for their evolution

It was the hour before the time in zime, a mighty finger pointed its direction towards that darkness revealing itself

Light, a blind source of freedom opened as if a lotus peeped from the stars into the green horses of the sea

9-parabrahman-9, supramental-qui-qui-shakti

Some came to win, some came to loose

Others were just riding their luck

What difference it makes to this creation?

Nothing I say is vain

For they bear the feather that is born from the dusk of original purity

To be more free with the self honour the life that is given to you

For one day you may know have crossed death towards immortality.

Shantih Shantih Shantih!

Peace on Earth!

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury