Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception

Lao Tzu

Lao Tzu

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception 

 

Walking is an act of submission of the self

Time is the quarzon self

Stretching itself beyond the creation

A rainbow disc of dao de jing

The great ascended masters are coming back again…

Through this way…

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Walking is the will of the Supreme able to manifest its own elements

Earth, Air, Fire, Water form the  tetrahedral grid of the Yahweh

We walk into the hall of light

Disappear into the void

Reappear again in our astral self

Our Bio-electric circuits running fast from one level to another

Changing dimensions as we move

Eternally changing

Lahiri-Mahsaya

Lahiri-Mahsaya

To perfect the very act of walking

an experience of a red supergiant star with its suprenova

A dwarf star with its cosmic microwave background

On the terrace we call the sky, on the surface of cold ice

In between caverns and rock edifices

In the holy core, in the conscious interior

Like a sphinx we walk

Invisibly connecting the ancient spirit with the supramental

Walking is the silent speech of the Jiva- an act of higher manifestation

Walking constructs language and hidden geometries

Silence is the labour of pain invoking the hidden powers

Walking release the passion of the mind

We capture images, we tell stories, we make things happen

The multiverse speaks to us

The journey rewards our occult fantasy

Slowly taking us to the ecstatic point

That calls forth our pilgrimage

And our existence…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

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Supramental Psyche and It’s Dialogue with the Creation: The Socratic Process of Thought-Controlled Micro-Processors and Bright Orbs from Shambhala

Socrates, Monalisa, 2013

Socrates, Monalisa 2013

Supramental Psyche and It’s Dialogue with the Creation: The Socratic Process of Thought-Controlled Micro-Processors and Bright Orbs from Shambhala

Consciousness-Analogue

Dreva dreva trou vraham nocturnal symbol processing system inside the sun

Oval shapes flasks mad hatters chess-games

Intra-textual syllabic diegesis

A point is a mark-up sign for intelligence

Roads pre-design Socratic dialogue before they meet the singular highway

From one end to another vravet end in the cosmic parallax

Only saw light itself in other bodies

Glowing like the orb of myriad small wrohal fragments orbiting the dense interstellar space

The tree has spoken about the means to attain liberty

Enlightened cup black holes memory and quantum logic

Ballet of the fire and ice in nucleostar proto-filamental mindcube

 

 

Ra-Ru-Re-Ra-Ra dream analogues of consciousness as matter

Muses, Raphael (Parnassus/1511)

Muses, Raphael (Parnassus/1511)

The shores lapped the ocean as the moon lapped the sun

There was forever a song that those nine muses sang of

Pleu flea fluf-fluf-wing-do-re do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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

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                                 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

59acbbd2 niara-paxas-amon-razin-tau

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: A Way Towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: The Anti-Clockwise Movement of the YungDrung Bon from the Alblackica Wheel of Time towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Phoenix & Dragon (Book Cover Art)

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Bird of a Yellow Feather

The moon rises like the pyramid far above the roving horizons

There destiny is foretold many a times

I am a traveller bound by space of an unlimited space

Through the wired wind in a whistle the sound claps her hands moistens her feet

Above the dark spiral where matter is the time line of the white light of Dzogchen

Reconnoitring the multiverse in a quantum differential way

Tazig is tazig is tazig

Heliocentric gold of sadhana is the integral capital wealth apparatus of the paradise

Diamonds sparkle beneath the tree of Jehovah intersecting the anonymous book of the dead

There the yidam is the free bird vector-diagram of the Alph on Alph

Coleridge knew some variants of this truth infused by the monologues of Adam

There was a tree in the onyx of the sun; red like a supergiant diminishing to a point

In the line of the plasm the mind was a virtual semi-virtual tool to superimpose the truth

The truth is gryotit truth of no truth in the empty box-vessel of nirvana

Bird of a yellow feather crossed over the sea and trundled in rain

The sky was her carpet from Zhang-Zhung lands that adorned the black ether Jeremiah of alblackica

In the nanoseconds of retro-causal infinity time was riding the metamorphic rock of a million joys

Above the ocean at the midnight hour

When sleep was stoned in the cavern of light unborn

It saw itself in the no-beginning of an end in between the awakening and the death

Letters came from an enlightened consciousness that spoke of the sun and the liberation

Standing before the twilight mirrors of the language in mind

I saw words are like lens looking at eyes imaging other words in a constant dual-non-dual mode

In a meaningful way the bliss of existence procures consciousness to add more life into lives.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Vraba-Act of Integral Synthesis by the Apocalyptic Horse-Rider: Light as Peace-Symbol of Gnostic Illumination in Dimensional Kinegorim

Shambhala Art-Kalchakra Symbiosis, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

I

Sweet pair of birds finds thy true note in rhythm

Harvesting the white light in the tree of substance

Dark matter gravity in the formless night bore the many leaves of time’s ethereal cycles

The wheel is a pure dance of reasonless entities, innumerable in number

Chakra-sthi-zun-chakra-sthi-zun-kal-chakra

In the primeval mobile state, zero is a numberless question keyed into existence

Supra-physical delight of the apple-docxet fire is what was translated to Adam by the Open Book of Revelation by the Father

Adi-purusham-adi-purusham-elohim-el

To what you may know may stand the test of time to check back at the history you have made?

Letters in the vortex churn the ocean the scriptures are trembling like the screaming sky

Shambhala Art, The Swan at Padma Karpo, Samij Datta, 2012

II

The swan in the lotus pool is the Gnostic meaning of a thousand suns

In the dark night, the star of Mazuvont was the blessed palm of the sky

Rains fall on an ocean of infinity, clouds gather the feathers of the bird

Love is an ambo-hiprav-quin-brig-quinwing F (Time 4.778- YEARS > 3.887 K)

Travelling in a bus reading a book she looked at the lights that meandered into the far beyond

Her mind like a river swallowed the banks at one twenty fifth of a royal cubit

She was fond of operas in the grand deluge of a dream rhyming the end-matter of worship

And fancy took her curves in the salon of the world and found her to be as pure as blood

Nietzsche was right, God is Dead; the white-goddess of the moon-sphere sparkled on Zoroaster

Dying with Rudra in the lake of the amphibians he remembered the lost words of the original self: ‘Know Thyself’.

III

Avogadro base constant illuminated circle decraz-creation-decraz

The horse drank from my pool of waters and heard the cry of war from the other side

The mountains ran into the deserts from Shambhala to the inner-Asia voice-belt

HBTK mode causal inner-emblem symbol transformation weva-weva-weva

Ritam Yiam Klaki Kalki-Ritam-Yiam-Yatashta

Knowledge is knowledge on prava-ixon-intelligent-systems

Road map to the future is based on Onnovation in Innovation on a point

Observer > V-Static-Yong-Observation

Love is a flower in the sempiternal wells calling the darling light through the meadows and the marshes

Snibook technology working on docrex brocat unig: “It did the works of God’s intelligence/Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown./Still consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb,/Unfelt was the Bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds.” .

 

I- Kalchakra-Symbiosis/II-The Swan on Padma Karpo/III-Kalki at War (Shambhala Art)

Ref: “It did the works of God’s intelligence….dreamed the worlds.”- Sri Aurobindo, Savitri Book II, Canto V

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Tribal Art, West Bengal, 2011

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Consciousness-Analogue

Image intercepts images from signal-bound destinies

Raven-rod sparkle the white-dwarf star

From Shambhala to Tibet to Sikkim to South 24parganas, time’s winged-horse pulls its chariot

Om adi om adi-om-adi-chintamani link up matter with true conscious illumination

Hevaya-factor reduced by 1, analogous to motion at rest in motion

Changes reconstitute the new order

Alpha finale of the grand alala

Awakened from the inconscient sleep in a well of waters

Nag-Swarpa saw time’s axis holding the Chalice in the mouth of the great ocean 

Tat-terra-rawat-rawat-un-uni-univham

Son of Man rises from the sea

Words are token adjectives prepossessing nouns in a verbal dialogue

Words are annihilated matter in a crucible of dust

Let the mind bear the terrible light coiling into darkness and into further realms of light-after-darkness

Lines are assimilation of dots in a free space of free-sacred-free-choice

Rivers are talking to the sand dunes, language loves its metaphors

Imaginative qualia before self-dissolution is higher than creational-alpa-Qubit space

Rome in the sarcophagus is the Egypt in San Francisco via train-ether in Shambhala moon domain

And as the Sun shivers in the radioactive lake of the occult stone, the virtual is transposed on the super-real inflammatory matter of justice-light – Thou Art the Sacred Equivalent Food of Micro-Meca-Species

Apples of Cravux Moksha brought gifts to the mother-earth towards undifferentiated light 

I am not I in the anti-I of I to become the I in Anti-I of I

Logic-loop gates are closed, reason is a brisk walk before death/The Apocalypse

Rosy summer awaits the April showers to carry the fallen leaf into the autumn of the winter

And winter is Janus-Opahim Matter of Alblackica in Alblackica

Nadir buk chire rasta sagar mohonay khuje pay prachin prachuryya

Akasher parichay patre lekha achhye tar katha

Sajher alo jakhan sesh takhon samay anadiutsakendrer ei ek path

Macher jale dhara dey kato tara, uki jhuki mere dekhe ar bale “This is the true Primeval Space”- in the after light of darkness when light drank the poison of the earth, she gave her a child who was the Man in the stone as the fire raising his will to meet the impossible possible in the retrograde coordinates of this undefined creation.

Time moves in her own sweet way, her will is the power to meet the future equation of existence-consciousness & bliss

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Jupiter cheers up the Lonely Star http://astrobob.areavoices.com/

Boxet-18, Samij Datta, 2012Chin

The Secret of the Last Judgement by Michelangelo and the Time Re-Creation of the Past in the Present Back from the Future through the Vora-Gate of Causal Spirals in the Evolution Track Matter of Consciousness

 

The Last Judgement, Michelangelo/ 15 37-41/Fresco/Sistine Chapel/Vatican City

The Secret of the Last Judgement by Michelangelo and the Time Re-Creation of  the Past in the Present Back from the Future through the Vora-Gate of Causal Spirals in the Evolution Track Matter of Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

The travaho dynamics of uriyat time encapsulates the polyglossia of the sun

Angular dynamics of motion on the rotator cuff assimilates purity

Pure substance matter as yatter on vatter to zatter is the inflammable light (Lawau-myth track matter {4 = 4 H} )

The poetic sublime existence is the cathartic darkness revelation as dawn

Savitri-gawa-Savitri on 6-aswapati-6 as remembrance of evolution of fate (yy-aswapati-zz)

Eternity is a closed chapter in the book of the dead

Immortality is the only finitude of time in the zero-habber Brahman of the origin of origins

The mountains are only dreams of valleys engulfed by the sea in the year of the Apocalypse

End to end is a prayer from sat-sat-lila-chit-ananda towards the beginning of the end

Linear factorial sum of existential bliss > Creational equilibrium constant

Eyes meet eyes through the valtrumin lense to recreate the image from the future to the past

In the temple of the morning, time flowers the Garden of Eden with Poinsettias and Roses

Cross Aum Mani Padme Hum (3x) in the red ether of Indian tribes

Viking into the sea with Vra-Uj-Ni into Shambhala through the door of love into new world-heaven

The point migrates in the roaming space adding light-years to its qualia

Michelangelo magnified on San Lorenzo to San Lorenzo earns Tat-sat-chit-chit-hari-tat-sat-om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman

 

MEYAXEKA ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2012

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman

Consciousness-Analogue

The beauty is submerged in the synthesis of time with consciousness

Time Square is the α-vitruvian man

He is the source of the primal light

He is the chalice/cup of the matter in the sun of the ancient years

Transforming the directions in the inelastic dual spin in dark-energy condensates

Wavicle and in the praviculin wavicle, the sector of light atom density

Has remembered the sonic diagram of cardiovascular muscles in the golden ratio

His ship is an integer after normal diffraction; the cross is a super-involuted wind-truth

It makes the flower dance, the river sing and the thunder roar

3 actions in simultaneous equations are the poetry of the supermind

Alblackica-vigrahaman-alblackica

The lunar constellations are joyful in the varltumin camera of x-position y-excitations

Z is the zion of the Daneb in the heavy Altair of the Cygnus

Light is a candle in the sub-space of an alter

Time denominations are the super-fluid history in the sempiternal voyages in The Dark Side of the Moon

A spoonful of algebra Keep Talking like music

And the Sphinx is a rooster calling the stars by their nyaobhim-clock opera cylindrical arm.

Mind of Brahman {Meta-Limb-Mind} = {infinite-finite-infinite-finite} {active-part-internal-active-part-external}

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

PI-BOSONIC MESSENGER OF TIME ON THERMOIONIC ALBLACKICA SALTPLATE

 

PI-BOSONIC MESSENGER OF TIME ON THERMOIONIC ALBLACKICA SALTPLATE

Consciousness-Analogue

In the history of man’s syllabi time is the most important efficient factor

Emerson wrote ‘We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles’

One of these was Betsy Ross the seamstress from Philadelphia

Stars became the cross on every silver lining in the clouds

And the crabs crawled on the sea shore of Derrida

Eating thoughts without thoughts in a senseless regime

That cannot manufacture let alone recycle the dying hybrids

Vision has lost immortality in the gratings of the mind        

The mind is a porcelain vessel with no flower but hot dying under the sun

Man is now empty of anything and everything

He has no sign of the power he acquired from his own freedom

He is a stagecoach moving aimlessly through lanes and by-lanes of his own pathetic fallacy

He is a mariner without a compass in the deep ocean of void

Arguments aped his procrastination he made instruments he cannot control

The stone was a sign of the cataclysms in nature

The wind ran into the hollow tube of the earth-tunnels

And the birds disappeared in the uranium rich effigies of man’s gratitude

And became the lost ritual song of the tribes in the month of harvest

Waters reflect annihilated questions in the pages of a paperback

Thomas Mann is dead so is Heisenberg

River angular time gave birth to thermoionic salt-plates of Alblackica

And the leaves of Acacia chanted the new anthem of love

Tetrat terav tetrat

Nestrat nihayo nestrat…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Photograph B/W, Joy Roy Choudhury

Artwork, QuinWing-A, Samij Datta, 2012