The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha

The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha 

P B Shelley, Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die    

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

– Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821

 Consciousness-Analogue

The dance of circularity is the maha-nam angan braja-lila of the primeval existence (creation of meta-pollinating vessel on the exo-creation of self determinism)

Through you I am him in the tree of life as the fruit that seeds the flower of love

Sri Radhika is the rhythm language of the operational matrix to promote love as friendship on the geometric canvas of super differentials in a Higgs Field

There is a light in the self-reference of light itself invoking the cosmic paradigm shift

Consciousness is anti-gravity matter of bliss on subatomic particles in a quantum jump

Without the Shepherd, the sheep cannot find direction of the mother eternals (primitive mother-ships from Crohetad Server)

Their lord is Hari – chanting to create the cause of the final descent

Their effects overruled Pauli’s exclusion principle

The moon was the arc-bow of the sun in the Adi Adi Yugas  

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

The mind over matter (the Supramental wing-head Alblackica) is the converging point of the Lila-Khetra/field

Braja-Dham, Maha-Nam, Anu-Anga Lila

Three fold times (trikal) is eternity immobile on the holy sacred supreme moint – Maha-Kumbh

Eyes watching the silent replica of man in the honey gatherer’s pot

Sweet was that music that came as Mozart and flew as Stravinsky

In the rite, the grapes mouthed the solar-wine for the journey’s lunar destination (Chandra-pat)

And as boundaries collapsed, the walls brought down- man tasted the nectar of love

In the trance across the ocean of wilderness he stood there in front of gates of immortality.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

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William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

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William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

Consciousness-Analogue

The mystical belongings of the ancient race can trace itself to the Forests of Arden

Time’s enormity is confined in the quadro-dynamics of the mind’s ear (the history of Sruti from Silence)

The cobble stones that make the road are the feet of your words in a trance like state

A quantum journey that man must partake to reach the prefix of his destiny

Dissolved in that forest of silence, the Brahman is the true Shakti of the magnetic force

The fermions exchange with bosons in the Last Supper of the creation’s rite

Parallel universes do exist in the nano-infinity of the tall tree (the ancient Vauxhall tribe of the Red Indians)

Within the realm of the magnificent architecture, Shambhala opening its gates of freedom

With the closed-aperture of the individual’s camera choice in the whole macrocosm

The bark is the feather of the winged-war horse

That dives into the ocean of everlasting love

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

To recreate the Dwarka or Alexandria or Rome or Athens

From the sea-voyage of the sun in the moon’s chalice of the midnight sonata

These are revelations of the ancient stone in the khwa-zim-uvra space

Broken harps of platinum may sing that song of the road for ages to come

Connect with that storage information system in the cells

You may receive an answer from the abode of lights.

– Joy Roy Choudhury