Soulful Reality of the Sacred Land & Chaos on the Edge of Eternity: Bubble-Foam Extrohan Realm and the Supreme Realization of the Waking States of Super Consciousness

Sri Ramana Maharshi

Sri Ramana Maharshi

Soulful Reality of the Sacred Land & Chaos on the Edge of Eternity: Bubble-Foam Extrohan Realm and the Supreme Realization of the Waking States of Super Consciousness 

Oljanui olkhakos olmui pamo

Dr. Gopinath Kaviraj and Srimat Anirvan

Dr. Gopinath Kaviraj and Srimat Anirvan

Neihrutjahrehar olfamos

Sagirutma soukheous danzib

Being in the timeless void emanating from

Being out-of-time in time panorama

Switching in and switching off frequency vibrations

Far distant from a galactic point to earth’s axis mundi

There were letters stored in the cuneiform

Reason’s corpus is too small for this ontological plexus

Information is passed on as data structures in geometric concaves

Mind connects with ivi-ova000.0001-supermind

Mind connects with the Supreme Virtual Meta-Linguistic Consciousness Field (The Avahoman Plant – Jung’s Key constant carrier with Wittgenstein Light-Rod Spectral Ray) (Cray-Fish Cosmic Information Circle)

Bubbles of protean self cognizing agents of the Lord says

Being expresses its innate being-ness by self eliminating all its attributes from that primordial origin negating even the transcendental interplay of ying & yang as one solid singularity till it attains feelings that engender white work of the vertebrates against the fabric of unknown dark energy and matter to resolve the crisis of the heart and the meanings that were lost since historically the human brain was designed to receive only certain frequencies and was unresponsive to others by the crude play of chance and fate – there is the Yohingo-Altair space station waiting for you – man is now on his way to become the Creatrix but by the right action which we call the Dharma of all sentient beings in the creation

The way to knowledge is the way to the technology of quantum consciousness

God, indeed, didn’t play dice, nor did Bohr or Einstein, Dirac and Ramanuja

Like little Buddha in the soul enwrapped Heidegger

Summer Triangle: Deneb-Altair-Vega

Summer Triangle: Deneb-Altair-Vega

He is on the way to meet the Super-Soul…

Through the Light in the Light the Light was greater than the Light-Darkness interplay

From mere abstractions the mind constructed the fabric of reality

First he heard the sound emanating as OM: a timeless ripple from the navel flooded the void

Light-cone emerged, the photons interacting with the neutrinos pulsating

Weva-weva-hyuninongo-kal jumping through the stargate Shambhala

In return, the Lord promised the transformation of the world

Dlorerufi1/3 silence end chaos-on-the-edge-of-eternity

-J

 

 

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Un Voyage Mystique: Celebrating Divine Mother’s 136th Birth Anniversary, 21st Feb, 2014

WATCH VIDEO IN YOUTUBE/CONCEPT, EDITING, VOICE by Monalisa

Script/Poetry by J

Un Voyage Mystique: Celebrating Divine Mother’s 136th Birth Anniversary, 21st Feb, 2014

Mirra Alfassa, Divine Mother circa 1890s

Mirra Alfassa, Divine Mother circa 1890s

Un voyage mystique

It starts as a mystique journey that our existence as notes on a vibratory string

Orchestrates the great feeling of love

A whole universe with its varied life-forms

Pulsating like a bubble in the eternal field

We partake of this vision as a great spectacle

Parisian colours infused with spring’s eau de cologne

Gave liberty to the artist’s mind

Clutching the never ending light

Serrant la lumiere sans fin

And the poet etched on the rock’s silent footprints of time

Twilight tongue that tastes the sweet reverie of the stars

Divine Mother

Divine Mother

Burning like a candelabra in the midnight womb of the opal sky

Tears rolling sands like a smile upon waves

To a flower in a boutique

By a glass window

Seagulls fly…

And are forever motionless

Flickered in the eye of the great preceptor

The melodious light that awoke the god’s from their diurnal sleep

Time’s passage nests the opera of the self

In the great wilderness lies our cosmic destiny

As real yet unreal as it seems

The never ending Parisian dream!

Le reve parisien sans fin

– J

Free Radical in an Ion Exchange Talking to Distant Supramental Creations (MREATIONS) to Overlay a Pattern for the Time-Consciousness Interplay of Bio-Electric Eigenvectors in a Super-Fluid Gronix-Space

11 Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

Free Radical in an Ion Exchange Talking to Distant Supramental Creations (MREATIONS) to Overlay a Pattern for the  Time-Consciousness Interplay of Bio-Electric Eigenvectors in a Super-Fluid Gronix-Space

Consciousness-Analogue

The red tip of the burning candle is the flickering horizon of distant entities

Through the fire the moth burns itself into the ash of an afterlife

The green leaf is the dead sea of the singing grass raised to the power infinity

And that it is a hole in the tunnel through which life passes into other lives

The ratio of existence to consciousness remains same as with bliss

‘Ananda’ is the para-theta dimension of himension in the gube operal-fembox (towards anomalous Thocuftin-End)

Queen Ionicixa is relieving the pain she knows the apple-cross alter of the tree

In the circle, the circle is lost in the origin of thinking origins

A point incarnates the radius of the diameter in a Socratic dialogue

Logic is a mass less boson in the typeface of alala acting as force-carrier of consciousness

Penguins dream like the sun and melt like the moon over the silver glass in a million aeons

The yak is walking in the inner realm of Shambhala talking to the winds drifting from the sea

Language is an orientation of psychic numbers in the micro-gravity of an ethereal equation

The equation is a non-linear polymath of a time function in causal indanity (alpa times/{99876 crore times} the unixot-infinity, this creation)

Vra-Uj-Ni letter to letter exchange is the equilibrium junction of the new creation

From the future came the stone carrying information-particles of the free-sacred free-choice

Where fire was a tyger striped like an old star in the prime diction of the mother’s ancient book

She took it from the arrow the golden light and became the Alblackica of dancing mornings

Birds became butterflies that flew into the dots to make the straight line of a trans-meta-aspiration

Vra-uj-ni vra-uj-ni mahayugath trikal mahalkal broimbha namah!

(Existential Harmony ─Evolutionary Wish Factor─Time the Absorber of Energy─Conservation of Mass)@ little Krishna’s life

6 astralroughness-cytomeon original synthesis of cellular matter in bio-genetic evolution /para-xat-tat years of light assimilation with dark matter feman-constant.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Kinematics of Lunar-Spring Consciousness and the Meditative Reflexes of Future Poetry

 

 

Lunar-Spring Consciousness, Samij Datta, 2012

The Kinematics of Lunar-Spring Consciousness and the Meditative Reflexes of Future Poetry

Consciousness-Analogue

Patches of sky green fields and the river

Poetry is a straight line woven from the supermind

Xenon-calf Zarathustra , fire is fire to sacred waters on the sea

Anander giripath diye hete jay din

Days walk on the mountains of joy

The lyrical sacrosanct of all this is the Hari Purusha

I see myself reflected in the things I know

Quantum-meon domain, one with the other, the other is one

The other is the zero engulfing all

Akhenaten meditating on the spiral galaxies

Grey Ohms memory calls her, his queen, the Nefertiti

Words are unknown to her silence is the mother of all chaos

Republic formed from her primal inception of the unmanifest quanta

She was an ontological truth-table on matter and consciousness

Matter earns consciousness as bliss

That’s when reflected back earns matter as consciousness

Through the Vora-gate the creation learns to exchange information as packets of energy

From me to him, to her and to them and into the vessel of delight! Parame!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9th May 2011: Celebrating 150th Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore

Celebrating 15oth Birth Anniversary of World Poet, Rabindranath Tagore

In the Religion of Man delivered as Hibbert Lectures at Oxford in 1930, Tagore talked about the Ideal Man, the ‘divine’ in man that infinite being, “the Father, the Friend, the Lover, whose service must be realized through serving all mankind. For the God in Man depends upon men’s service and men’s love for his own love’s fulfilment.

The question was once asked in the shade of the ancient forest of India:

Kasmai devava havisha vidhema? Who is the God to whom we must bring our oblation?

That question is still ours, and to answer it we must know in the depth of our love and the maturity of our wisdom what man is- know him not only in the sympathy but in science, in the joy of creation and in the pain of heroism: tena tyaktena bhunjitha, ‘enjoy him through sacrifice’- the sacrifice that comes of love; ma gridha, ‘covet not’; for greed diverts your mind to that illusion in you which you represent the parama purushah, ‘the supreme person’ “.

Its this central quest to seek the infinite being or the supreme person  where lies man’s true objectivity action and goal.  Its in this quest where all actions are planned life, birth, death and rebirth and the world knows it through the various workings of the creative mind/spirit that lifts itself from the material planes to a higher consciousness.

Rabindranath Tagore’s rare paintings that were auctioned by the Darlington Hall Trust Charity, two are presented here:

Consciousness-Analogue or Meditation on Tagore’s painting: An attempt to using Sri Aurobindian principles in The Future Poetry

In the language of the night

When the beats of the world recede into the past

And the fireflies carry with them their sailing boats

O the intruder of my sovereign heart

On what branch shall you rest your sparkling glory?

On what leaf or bole shall you rain your sweetest songs?

Summer labors into the quaint pastures of the grazing sun

And soul to soul they all are one

Indifferent to the ennui of the traveling hours,

To the tastes and sounds, images, words and smell.

These all are beauty that lies unencumbered forever

In the forests of the honeyed groves

Hridayer shure katha kay prajapati

Rater adhere, aranyer niharikay.

Jonakir phule titikshar shure

Bhara mon dhara day agni-nadir swapna-grihe.

 Portrait of a Woman by Rabindranath Tagore that was auctioned for over £313,000 ($461,000) at Sotheby’s in June 2010

Consciousness-Analogue

My heart is sore I have neither seen nor heard

The singing quatrains of the cowherd of the sun

That wakes the humming bird, the sparrow and the rose

But there is something I know I say I feel

Like a serpent in a quarantine

The hoods of life arise with a fall

And every fall is the beginning of an end

And when the end comes so too near

O my friend! Shall you not hold my hand across the sea?

For death is not a question but an answer of a promise

Till the self is found where it lays its head

O my sweet dark horse of the oblivious years

Sing to me from the farthest vaults of time

So I can raise my cup to the darkling spirits

That kisses the sweet taste of honeyed tears

O my dear ones, my comrades and my countrymen

Shall you not rest in peace with the darling lights of freedom?

Anew in a place, anew in a new time of death

Shall we not love to seek the Will evermore?

Shall we not will to seek the Golden way?

To be born Immortal from the Supramental Sun

In a world of heaven’s sage-light and seers.

– Joy Roy Choudhury