Bhakti-Rasa and the Cry of the Way-Lost Child: Tracking the ‘Dance’ in the Supramental Yoga

DOING AWAY WITH THE THE I-NOTION IS THE SAME AS NOT DESIRING THE PERSONAL ATTAINMENT OF ENLIGHTENMENT. (ZERO-ENLIGHTENMENT AND THE EXTINCTION OF ME, ALL ELSE IS BONDAGE, WEI WU WEI)

KNOWLEDGE SEARCH PROCESS CENTRAL TO INTELLIGENCE. IT ALSO INCLUDES STATE-SPACE SEARCH

 

Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Sri Krishnaprem

“Impenetrable, a mystery recondite   

Sri Aurobindo and Divine Mother photograph by Henri Cartier Bresson circa 1950

Sri Aurobindo and Divine Mother photograph by Henri Cartier Bresson circa 1950

Is the vast plan of which we are a part;

Its harmonies are discords to our view,

Because we know not the great themes they serve.”

(Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

In the calmness of the morning

Light breathing through the cedar and pines

Reflects the flying birds

On the waters of the lake

Frames are tranquilized in the ethereal dolour of this vastness of experience

A profound intelligence is the restful operation on the dynamic rhythm of ‘suchness’

Spontaneous it is, the blooming lotus is the yogic ananda –anubhuti of wu nien

Things as they are…wonderfully crafted by the blessings of the Lord

In one encounter have embraced the whole existence with love

Solemnized by an utter cry of the child who has lost his way (Bhakti-Swarup)

“Who in his heartfelt yearning cries and cries”. (PILGRIMS OF THE STARS, DILIP KUMAR ROY AND INDIRA DEVI)

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy: Tapoban Katha

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy: Tapoban Katha

 

 

-J

 

 

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117th Birth Anniversary of Sri Dilip Kumar Roy: The Supramental Quest for the Divine Vibrations in Matter Through the Music

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

117th Birth Anniversary of Sri Dilip Kumar Roy 22nd January 2014: The Supramental Quest for the Divine Vibrations in Matter Through the Music

– RARE MEETING OF SRI DILIP KUMAR ROY AND SRI KALIPADA GUHA ROY, YOGISHWAR, KOLKATA circa 1950

This is the youthful sonata that divine corresponds with time & space in the worlds we live in…

Only music filled the ear

Only the waves float…

The boat we sail across many pious rivers into an ocean of existence

That itself is the Real

Joy to the souls that rest in beauty

Nature conceals in its hive the honey it makes

Bliss is the cause of the effervescent Ananda

Chit in the room of music meets the Sat of a single consciousness breathing the multiple diversities of this creation

The womb of zero is full of potentials

It contains the infinite strength of the whole and the parts

The Absolute Brahman is the shaman of many distant dreams

He conjures the big bang from the unitary point of singularity

No principle lasts except ananda – the joy of being is the final triumph of truth-consciousness

Matter just vecta-brohim truth operating in classless ideology for the evolution of the consciousness

Vibrating strings carry message of love – the light we are drawn to

Never extinguish the fire my friend!

-J

A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

The Blue Flower

The Blue Flower: The Divine Mother Symbol

A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

“The blue bus is calling us

The blue bus is calling us

Driver, where are you taking us”. (The End, Jim Morrison, The Doors, 1967)

The finite image of the blue bus mentioned by Jim Morrison in his lyrics ‘The End’ opens up a lot of infinite possibilities within- it stands for the archetypal image of Novalis’ ‘blue flower’  (Nilkantha, the blue flower resembling the throat of Shiva after he drank the world-poison to save the cataclysm) ) which stands for the love for beauty in things – the reality that Einstein said was comprehensible. Though, locally it may stand for a pain killer that was often used by the 60’s aficionados, it was more a conscious search for the inner-nature in man – the ‘self’ that hides in the body, the self’ that is connected with ‘many selves’ in the cosmic world. This was an individual moment of self-realization, a movement that is subjective and non-local as well. The finite melts beyond a certain point of perception and if the doors are cleansed then it is a clear call (Light signal Flash) from the other side, into an infinite blue welding of matter in consciousness and consciousness in matter. The image of the bus is symbolic of a modern man’s journey into the infinite cities, the ‘psychedelic experiences’ that we seek to return us back into that state of pristine innocence which William Blake talked about in the Songs of Innocence. ‘Experience’ grants ‘innocence’- the lamb of god is same as the wrath of the tiger:

“In the juvenescence of the year / came Christ the tiger / … Us he devours”.

– T. S. Eliot (Gerontion)

Sri Aurobindo’s disciple Dilip Kumar Roy (dadaji) was once told by his friend Krishnaprem while talking about Sri Krishna that we should never miss ‘the last bus to cross the frontier’, metaphorically it’s the faith that we should never sacrifice in our lives; faith in ourselves, faith in our abilities because it is the only source of our power and thinking.

Novalis’ ‘blue flower’ and ‘Jim Morrison’s ‘blue bus’ have the same implications, they draw us into a different realm that is beyond our three-dimensional existence. We in our ‘natural yogic state’ have access to these worlds as long as we awake ourselves from ignorance and death.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

CELEBRATING DILIP KUMAR ROY’S BIRTHDAY: 22nd JANUARY, 2012: THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

CELEBRATING DILIP KUMAR ROY’S BIRTHDAY: 22nd JANUARY, 2012

THE MOMENTS OF FRAGRANCE And THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

A soulful-singer, a musician, a poet, a lyricist, a man of letters and friendship, a true yogi- Dilip Kumar Roy once said: ‘I do not intend, as did John Milton,”to justify the ways of God to men”.  For as God is a real, throbbing Omnipresent Entity. His multiform divinity needs no ultramodern vindication, least of all when He is perceived solely through the devotee’s love. One who has love for Him does, in effect, say, a la Descartes: “I have glimpsed God with my Eye of Light, therefore I know what God is”. Similarly, one who has truly come to love Mother Ganga may well claim, mutatis mutandis: “Since  I feel in her the touch of the Divine I have no qualms about equating her with a goddess”. This is not an academic defense, but the acknowledgement of an experiential fact, to wit, that one whose heart has responded to the divine call of Mother Ganga can and does dispense once and for all with the services of an intellectual advocate. For he knows that what seems irrational to the mind may, in the last analysis, be suprarational and thus resoluble in the light of our intution. Indeed, are not all paradoxes resolved in the harmony of the Divine? To quote once again from Savitri (V, III):

The world is God fulfilled in outwardness.

The blue sea’s chant, the rivulet’s wandering voice

Are murmurs falling from the Eternal’s harp. – Sri Aurobindo

Years later I sang this song at Hardwar, where the blue-scarfed Ganga purls and dances along pauselessly, and my heart was filled with a deep exhaltation, so much so that on her bank I went composing song after song which I sang in ecstasy. …In one of these I wrote:

In my yearning heart, O Ganga, I

Sing but to appeal to thee:

Come thou to rend the veil that stands

Between thy Grace and me.

For then I’ll see thy light divine

In all and love all, Mother mine!

And learn to harken even in din

To thy soul’s own melody’.

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE: THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

Dadaji (Dilip Kumar Roy) and Mother Indira Devi at Haridwar

See the Dwarka threaded in his eyes                                                        

The haridwar the rishikesh in her eyes

Flowing with the swift ebb of tidal tears of the Ganges

Mother bathes the sun with a smile lost forever in nature’s arms

Or is it there where Narmada meets the sacred soul of its song?

The music rings in thy ears chanting like the waves

Carrying passages of dead earth from history’s charcoal years

Penciled at the bottom with a line or a signature

I am here in between the one and the many

Dancing my way to celebrate the nation

A friend is a friend is a friend is a friend

Love’s token are bird like wings seeking a hermitage

A wonderful carnival of primeval joy

A day when the young meets the old in their arms

A day when soldiers harp the flute of the lord

Canonizing the world eternal Hari OM!

A true seeker of love finds in light’s golden robe

The symbol of original bliss

That is the true mystic meaning of the word

Not in monastic meditation of solitude

But in life itself that has the true colours of trombone music

Rembrandt to Rolland to Sri Ramkrishna

Sri Aurobindo, Mother et al.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

BELOW: Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and his college friends in England, 1920. CLOCKWISE from lower left: D.K. Roy, K.P. Chatterji, Subhash Chandra Bose (Netaji), C.C. Desai.  Pictures courtesy Pilgrims of the Stars- Dilip Kumar Roy and Indira Devi/ Excerpt from Pilgrims of the Stars/ Dada ji & Indira Ma picture courtesy Hari Krishna Mandir Archives- website: http://www.harikrishnamandirindiraniloy.com/