Kalki, The Apocalyptic Horse Rider and the Conscious Descent in Matter of the Supramental Force: The Mission of Sirius and the New Awakening

Kalki Avatar : The Coming of the Time

Kalki Avatar : The Coming of the Time


I. Invocation 

Melody line of colours corpuscular

A sea of swirls untouched by time

Sakyamuni once in that land of bliss

Meditated on Brahma-Surya

Space of the great orange birth of the suns

Triple like Sirius incarnate

In the hollow diagram of Mark Rothko

Like a peninsula guarded by the serpent seas

And walls reflecting the while light of Shambhala

Vehicles surrender their respective positions

Their movements coin the glory of birth

From the navel of the primordial unuttered Arhan-singularity

Topaz light on the fringe horizons

Real oviduct of the Original Idea

Pulsating blue green dots on the ancient Chamomile superscript

We have visited this place through psychic alterations

We travel through the eternal boat

Mark Rothko painting: circa 1952/Private Collection

Mark Rothko painting: circa 1952/Private Collection

Gliding in between strange intervals

Empty like a silver line shining in the sky.


II The Coming Time of The Kalki-King

Om adi Chintamani

Om adi chintamani

Om adi chintamani

Kravitonhung Ka-Kanter-Kalki

Riding the white horse of celestial light

Galloping across vast empty space of the spectrum

Tomorrow the sun wakes up

The moon clings to the sky

The banner of time flies in eternity

Thoughts of the saptarshis as light-winged angels

Crowd the event horizon – where it takes place

All encrypted on the surface as nuggets of information packets

Electromagnetic condensation of time on anti-gravity

Matter is the yatring-spirit of the Brahman transforming itself

A peace line to be established; ascend to the throne

An intelligence of subatomic virtues to be inculcated

Jim Morrison: Lords and the New Creatures

Jim Morrison: Lords and the New Creatures

The shining rod sparkles like the rich uranium maprhinto-core

The truth shall come at last striving to be born from the bondage of ignorance

Wheeling in circles like the falcon-headed god of the ancient principle

The zion of after-life from the supergiant stars have send their blessings

Hari Om Tat Sat -Hari Om Tat Sat-Hari Om Tat Sat

Tat Sat Chit in the Christ of Kalki

Flaming alphabets in the cave walls of history

Encoded the message from Sirius

Twa Twa ozraeb-kalki

Super luminescent cumin function

Await the coming consciousness of time.


– Joy








The Temple of the Midnight Sun and the Journey of the Bird-Man from Heavens: Knowledge by Identity (Quantum Stargate Portal /Lexlet Server)

Northern Midnight,  Nicholas Roerich, 1923

Northern Midnight,
Nicholas Roerich, 1923


Ocean’s spirit levels hope’s germination of seeds

In the fields of an abstract plenitude

We hire our own body for the soul’s manifestation

In pavilion pavements and streets

Our ignorance guards the supreme truth

All can be known through experience

Just as light can be seen its speed measured

We can verify our own existence by connecting to our origins

Board the train to that terrain

Rocky green seas of the triple sun

And falling music to the ears of the conch shell

Overlooking the giant stupas of submerging ice

Beyond into the san-zan-van infinity

Neon turquoise trees

And cobalt shoes

Under the hexagram of the sun

Feathered by the night’s opaque queen of the light

Baptized by the lion’s mane, the tiger’s skull

In the dreadful pyre of the coleopteran

Mad memorial sand

In the nectar of the seas

Visited the quartz artefact of the silver foam

On which was written the great upsurge

Non-dactylic response of changeless rhythm

May bring back the eternal music of the Lord.

The Temple of the Night Sun/Mayan Sun God/Guatemala/Photo Copyright Edwin Roman, Brown University, USA

The Temple of the Night Sun/Mayan Sun God/Guatemala/Photo Copyright Edwin Roman, Brown University, USA




O traveller of the seven seas

And the indivisible one of many trials and tribulations

Is time the golden vision that you invoke?

The evolutionary chain, the dotted rain

Speaks of the heart in the soul

Falcon head of the diamond light

Shines crazy like the stars

Rectangular space-junk vase grace

Eating the swallowed pill of this dark ignorance

Turning the road before to leap

Forward and nothing else.


– Joy Roy Choudhury