Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

The Burning Giraffe, 1937, Salvador Dali,  Kunstmuseum Basel, Basel

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

Consciousness-Analogue

In the dead title the giraffe was an animated being from the world of L’Age d’or

Painting sublimates the Freud in us asking questions that answer the paradox

In every vertical flame the lateral cube of ice is the burning deck of this creation

Man, Monster or God has to face the imagination in consciousness for his next level evolution

Hamlet hears his father’s ghost ; Hamlet ponders on ‘nothing’ in the Yakir Aharonov’s quantum space

The theatre is the golden craft of a triangular time gyrating within the Three Graces

And the cinema is the pastoral setting of a live doorway to the artistic fusion of the dead author with the un-born reader of Egalitarian value

Lightning struck the old eagle of the Wheel; the falcon knew what the spirits exchanged

They are talking about the ‘theta’ migration of sustainability

Prophetic precognition of the Origin ‘p’ in the ‘o’ of the eye worm-hole

Vora-gate opened to transfer ‘the agenda of ananda’ as consciousnesses to the people

Noble men rise to the occasion – on the wings of Shambhala I saw him float

He, may be, the carrier-force of a Greater Revolution in time.

(The Journey of the French-Revolution in the Eye of the Micro-Gravity)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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The Evocation of Matter in the Eye of the Spirit in the Plabintim-Circuit of Existence: 24th April, 2012

Matter-Table, Samij Datta, 2012

The Evocation of Matter in the Eye of the Spirit in the Plabintim-Circuit of Existence (as seen from the eye-hole-Varltumin Camera which is there inside the eye): 24th April, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The grammar of the mind is in this abacus

It was a play thing of her own-true self

She was the designer and the architect

The only true-force behind His veil

She was the ancient tribe in the heart of the herdsmen

She was the Queen of Sheba in the nomadic paradise of love

She was Josephine Mazuvont and the Ionicixa Heluim

She was Kali in the Wahali of Kali- dance is a sacred crown of the king

She was Tara, green like the emblem in the blue dawn of fire

A phoenix rising from the matter-truth table art                      

Uniting with the spirit in a mystic congregation of consciousness

Flame decrax-meta flame of love and power

Building knowledge blocks with numbers of the progeny

Fibonacci series of the flower heads calls her the pentagram of the stars

She herself knows her own configurations that we don’t understand

Time is eternity in the spinning wheel of her turns

She herself is beyond the Supramental Body

Alblackica- night and day she sang on the rivers of destiny

For a free-sacred free-choice on the edge of a lake

Savitri saw the golden couplets of the diamond sky  

Reflect the silent purity of a white-metamorphic lotus

It was her first letter of love written to liberty

It became the journey of the French Revolution in the eye of the micro-gravity

Life formed from the light of her own song

Had the flow of equality in her ethereal  vastness

She gathered her friends in the shade of a tree

To give each a sweet blessing of her own true-self (Shakti is Singular/Brahman is Plural)

And Her Self broke into selves and became the mother-truth-table of all existence.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

24th April, Mother’s Final Arrival in Pondicherry

Message: O Lord, Thou hast decided to test the quality of our faith and to pass our sincerity on Thy touch stone. Grant that we come out greater and purer from the ordeal. – The Mother