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

                                 

Consciousness-Analogue

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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Prognosis of the River in the Circular Time of the Eternal Serpent Swallowing the Destiny by Metempsychosis of the Eragman Will in the Integral Salt-Plate of Alblackica

Ouroboros and the Hexagram

Consciousness-Analogue

The circle inside the rhombus is Ouroboros

The deregulating factor of time constant shifts aids the metamorphosis of man

Man is man; the eternal egg hatched the genesis of life

Art thou man in the inconscience springs the flower in the day light of his infancy

Little is known about the man-eternal; his hands obey the eyes of birth making his legs walk on the sand

Brahma from Brahmaputra is Godavari in Krishna

Rivers are symbols of paradisal purging in heavens

In the gulf of the shadow, the warihoman is walking like Nebuchadnezzar

What is the value of the present day time in xollar?

In the book of the dead nothing exists beyond a point

The farthest point from the origin is also an origin

Beyond that deathlessness is breathlessness, Sri Radha is Sri Chaitanya

Sri Azuha Sri Azuha Sri Azuha

What is beyond the supramental?

In the origin is the origin as Brahman in shakti earning bliss from a cause in essence

That purified substance higher than the sun is the alblackica in alblackica

There is no unity without division; within division there are multiple unities

Integral hymn to the father of the Lord is the de-facto disciple rising towards that light

Clouds reflect the patterns on the rainbow in the form of rain drops blessing thy eye

Adi Sheshnag on the mahakal-tattva is the oldest time on Hawking-Unruh black body radiation

Spread knowledge light and love; TIME IS RUNNING OUT!

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

The Wheels are Walking on the Frictionless-Will of the Eye-Wave Function

 The Wheels are Walking on the Frictionless-Will of the Eye-Wave Function

Consciousness-Analogue

The eye-wave function of the frictionless-will determines the objectification of sound in the ticking of the clock or in bells; smooth alabaster sheets are rhythmic to the particle size of the molecules and in motion it creates the balance of the dawn, a peacock eye-sight of the little Krishna in the fire-ether madness of the absolute rotating in space from South Charlotte Street in Edinburgh to Novia Scotia 6781 lines to 1876 lines, Alexander replied to the evolutionary cells of auditory sensations to pulsate at a higher rate than usual changing substance with form of scientific resolution in the wave antonym of the particle; rainbow was refracted in the will of the eye creating angular momentum of the vastness of the spirit that dives into the soliloquy of Hamlet, to revere is to understand the principles on which ethics was formulated by the hind-leg of the horse in the walking of systems and processes that determine the functions of an advanced society; Moliere’s L’École des femmes made the cat-box of education a tool for improving its own classes by subjecting books to the order of the day and putting words beneath the eyes of a woman who wants to know why chairs are not glasses made of wooly cotton under the sofa of a tyrant king. Days that are over in the timeline of space collect bytes so the head is held high into the square rectangle of the sun image that’s the sign of future years in the philharmonic orchestra of the truth identification.

Realization leaves no room but opens a chapter that’s not classified on the taxonomy of Linnaeus but on the pollination of the mind’s reconciliation with the material word of existence by analyzing how the apple and the tree make merry when the wind blows and after rain, waking up before sunrise to sign the amity of Harmonia, letters were carried by the divine salt-plates of Alblackica into the rivers and the sea, each line measured the exact weight of the ion in the sun-years of Eragman to know where the Brahman lives and its consulates.

Hello was the first word that made the antelope run as the sky saw the creatrix’s statistical inputs in the relative quantum chassis of the yoving-car of sunyata balancing the conservation of mass-energy from the photonic albums of the primal stars: there was no light then came a red flame pale as lavender yet burning like the embers and creating patterns on the butterflies wings and on the tiger’s skin that cradles the night in the tears of the day.

All that was good was bright and gay.

– Joy Roy Choudhury