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

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The Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man

VITRUVIAN MAN, Leonardo Da Vinci, 1487 (Proportions of Man)

The Alpha-Sovereign Grey Hound Lines Transformed the Ancient-Cloud Technology into the Time-Square of the Vitruvian Man (Time Square is the Temple of the Psychic Lotus/Pink Lotus)

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Evolution is an artful science through which the ‘many’ in the ‘one’ finds its rightful place in the bottle of time that oozes out like Champagne. Every product in the eye of the consumer is the replica of himself in the mirror of the self procreating in ‘moments of clarity’ to redefine an identity of aspiration and love. Development is through these vertices that label products into ultimate-growth manifestation of a populace that has credentials of the divine glory in the golden ratio of cosmic harmony. The product is the mother that creates the desire through its signs and prepares the user through the time-bound energies of the creation; to be more is not less and less is never more but to be just is the right to be man in the cross-equilibrium of the circle that determines the proportion of perfect growth, each according to the capacity of the vessel it can fill or envelop to be the peace symbol of an ultimate race that has the power to enchant, create and recreate the history of civilizations as the fire emboldens the velocity of mind.

Sunscreen apricots find the shade of Levis true to their own mask yielding walking boots on the shore of an empty ocean. None knows the whereabouts of Christian Dior on the pink-lotus steps of the blue valley, they saw them crawl like fireflies unsung like the quitars of the yellow sea, the cinnamon candles were burning on the woody tables in the banquet hall ; Moët et Chandon slips into the powdered musk of the velvet skies, the germination of the dawn lends its hands to the clockwork orange of Alblackica afternoons; dogs bite dog-ends and watches Joseph Heller do the macabre hi bop on the caramel floors of the extratet creation. Bars of light twine with the fragrance of Rashomon and couple the rhythms with the fountain-orchids of La Dolce Vita, Do you see the black leather belts that fascinate the late evening jazz at the Windsor manor? And in between the Frank Zappa of the bohemian rhapsody do you hear the Nokia waiting to pick up calls from the Godot of the destined stars, silence admires another silence, microchips work faster that god, the multiverse is full of consciousness, speak and be true to your self O man! The Volvo waits in the rain to be taken away by the breezy summer Mercedes of an autumnal reprise, yellow artifacts of the ancient cloud makes green tea with the zen-elbow technology of a zhaotic verb that sits in the armchair nucleus of Norwegian wood. She came and sat on an endured throne and ordered the Ikea from chain stores of Pappilon (read ‘Babylon’!); from the window of the moons the sun was pale vanilla of sweet memories of Kodak making space the alca oktamin bride of frinctuon; for size and dimension the copier was the cat that ran parallel to the white line of energies to ring each bell for a thousand words of love. The end was Rolling Stones playing Voodoo Lounge for the ANZ of a Vitruvian man. Evolution touches the edge of Shakespeare in the platina of Led Zeppelin, flying over it saw timeless moments caught in the web of Harley Davidson as wireless codes are empty bubbles in the sky in the walking ozone of Walulikohim; machine IBM read the letters ‘never meaning to send’ after minutes and synchronized its seconds with the coldplay timepiece of the eternal lands.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Cover Art of Voodoo Lounge, ’94 Studio Album, The Rolling Stones