Earth Day Message: Abandonment of A Phenomenal Centre Ruled by a Fictional Self is the Way to Enlightenment

mother ganges old book leaflet

Mother Ganges, Old Rare Booklet

“Kings of Shambhala……According to Buddhist legend, the first ‘notable’ king of Shambhala, King Suchandra (or Chandrabhadra, Tib. Dawa Sangpo), was the one who requested teaching from the Buddha that would allow him to practice the dharma without renouncing his worldy enjoyments and responsibilities. In response to his request, the Buddha gave the first Kalachakra root tantra. By practicing the Kalachakra the whole of Shambhala became an enlightened society, with Suchandra as the ruler”. (From http://balkhandshambhala.blogspot.in/)

Liquid drops of youthful yearning *”this entire universe is the Purusha”/Rig-Veda

Fulfilling the desire of the sacred tree  Peacock dancing

Sail in its dream * The light that illumines the sun is the light of Brahman-Mundaka Upanishad

Sometimes the drought begs for a song –a rain song

Written by the birds

baby krishna and durga hand painted lithograph kolkata c 1880

Old Painting Bengal: MaaDurga Holding Baby Krishna

Tweeted from mind to mind

Giraffe at the Buffalo Springs Reserve in Kenya

Giraffe at the Buffalo Springs National Reserve, Kenya

By the prajna of a timeless being playing with itself

Red Squirrel picture by Oliver Creamer

Red Squirrel

We are aboard a ship that would cross the shores of destiny

We have crossed many oceans and mountains

We are plainly not suffering here

But have danced as the timeless being in the vehicle of our consciousness

An undivided whole that it is imperceptible to the reality we invoke in the phenomenal world

We are the immeasurable source apperceived in the zero fluctuations of a timeless moment in the interlude of a metrical verse

Those are order without ordering

Number without numbering

In the mindless dots of infinitude of circles that are radiating in and out in a bubble enclosed by another  ad infinitum

Then who writes the song whispered ear to ear no one knows?

Or, I am not the universe is my self *Noumenally there is no entity to be bound

She is the river of changing thoughts *Phenomenally there is no entity to be free

Drowning in the bubble-pack

Is holding the sun like dew drop in the spider’s web

To mirror the thunder and rain

That comes and goes

Like the childhood of a BOY IN THE AGELESS MOMEMORY OF A NURSERY RHYME (RASA-LILA) THIS IS SPONTANEOUS RESPONSE WITHOUT VOLITIONAL ACTIVITY

-J

 

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Postcards from Varanasi: ‘The pre-requisite condition of understanding the master-magician is absolute surrender’ -Sri KalipadaGuharoy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy with His Mother

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy with His Mother

B 14/7 MANSAROBAR

B 14/7 MANSAROBAR

“Sarva-dharmān parityajya mām ekaṁ śaraṇaṁ vraja: (BG 18.66)”

“Ayam Atma Bramha

The Self (The Soul) is Brahman (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad 4.4.5)

Postcards from Varanasi

Lord Shiva, Varanasi/Photograph by J

Lord Shiva, Varanasi/Photograph by J

It had the divine rasa of ananda (‘amari ange dole anande…’)

Like a boat on a river

It felt the deep breath of a conscious universe

From Ranamahal Ghat to Kedar Ghat

Walking with the winds whistling away

The flight of the pigeons smooth like the shiva lingam

Mother Ganges

Mother Ganges

The birds flew and sat on the wires or on the parapet

Whilst the sun bathed in the Ganges

Rites of Brihadarankya from where the copper face of the moon

Will lit the thousand suns above the forehead of the Adi Guru Sankaracharya

Touching the heart of the Vajrakaya

From RanaMahal Ghat

From RanaMahal Ghat

With sound of the cow bells

Pure and electric like the lion at chowsatti yogini pitha

Vibrating like the vina at Satyalok

I heard His voice at B 14/7 Mansarobar

And He said: “The manifested Light within is the Unmanifest in the external world purely as Brahman working-without-working as a conscious revealatory experience by an act of total surrender in an intelligible force from the unknown pre-origin of the para-brahman sutra.  This, of course, is the sound of ananda expressed as a silent pulse in every wave from the Void to give Form the meaning of existence. It’s Sri Chaitanya (consciousness) doing yajna at Dashashwamedh Ghat and at Manikarnika and Assi for Satyalok/Satya Yuga to be established by the seer-force of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy. Let the Mother be happy for all eons to come!

Om Namah Sivaya (3x)

Kedarghat Post Office towards Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy's House

Kedarghat Post Office towards Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy’s House

Hari Om Tat Sat (3x)

Postcards from Varanasi:

Images restored by words

Words restored by vibrations 

Vibrations restored by yogic transmissions through ether

Ether restored by the Great Mind in the Formless Void

Formless Void restored as the Manifested World by an act of Karuna

From Kedar Ghat Post-Office the ‘quintessence of ananda’

9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Watch video on Youtube: The Eternal Journey of Yogiswar, Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

LIKE A BOAT ON A RIVER…

On the footprints of my time eternity sings its song

Through passageways and desolate streets

Through marketplaces where crowd gather and disperse

In sweetshops between happy hours of daydream and play

The afternoon lazily looked up to stars in the brine twilight

Reading the lost epitaphs buried in the wind’s chapel

Stirring ether’s momentary wings with dry leaves and daisy

I have forged my words with a strange rhythm that beats the city

After moonrise when windows shut from the last humming of the engines

Pokes at the streetlamp looking at the Dog Star

Its shows on the weary pavements patterns that you cannot recognise

And I walk unseen breathing the winter’s merry air

My cigarette, the ever burning hope of the promise of the sun

By divine light, I have known the preamble of these worlds

They stand on an absolute principle of love                            

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Mountains and aging forests where knowledge reclines

Rivers, estuaries pristine as the Ganges

Await on the ghats coming of the Lord’s epiphany

Youthful hours have sacrificed seconds on the dawn’s sacred plenitude

And as I approached the ferry side a wild flower draped in white

Called to my innermost being

It spoke in soft mused rhyme

And chanted the divine melody of life

And the world awoke in its ‘ananda’ floating

Like a boat on a river…

It’s like a boat on a river

– J

Dadaji (Sir Dilip Kumar Roy) and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

Dadaji and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

 

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

 

 

The Ganges/The River's Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The Ganges/The River’s Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The River’s octave root is in the polished metallic surface of a biodegradable apparatus of the Sun

In the hollow well the coal offers fire of worship to the unburnt elements of the living charter

The doctrine of life is in the swing-volley of the tennis ball at the psychic centre of the willed craft-translations of the grand work

Shared acquisitions of the chintamani server can manifest perfect rainbow effect of the anti-gravity device

Fall is the jump in levatrohan cycle for every broheng tatyam

Silence is the causal-ship of speech in the yayupa-yayupa roaming space

Decorations are destiny doors of divine revelations when the naked earns its clothes to surrender itself to the quantum magic of love and proportion

Methods ate the man

The fairy is winging to glory

The gates of the dawn are carried in the sweet pellets by the ant

And then the River met the Ocean far across the undivided plane where the diving gulls are immersed in the flame of ecstasy

Yathesta yokrohong zaza

Satprem…Satprem…Satprem

Mother is the Music of the Soul.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Resurrection of Time in the Valley of the Stars Riding the Xenon Calf of Superman

Vaxuta Eternal, Samij Datta 2012

The Resurrection of Time in the Valley of the Stars Riding the Xenon Calf of Superman

Consciousness-Analogue

Silence is an anonymous poet who has painted the murals of the sky with the stars

He himself is the king advocate of the divine order in the creation

His vessels are the building blocks of consciousness

His reign over time has crossed the eternal existence

His kingdom has harboured man with manifold gifts

From the naked desire he gave cognition its birth from 8verb-light-muscle5 /matter of the Creatrix

And the speech came out from the Brouhaman gripping sound-tablets walking like verbs

Ganges slept on the mind of the man (manu)

Nile was overflowing through his veins

Mississippi was his destiny of dreams                                                       

And the Volga gave him the rare instinctive faculty of effect-cause synthesis

Lao Tzu was an ancient man

Lao Tzu was him

Silence crucified himself in the para-brahman 6-afterlight-6 causes

The night sang the glory of the day in the deep honour of his love

Ringing petals as if they are bells in the odyssey of the light leaping into the sea

The stars say it’s the resurrection of time in the lap of its mother

Vaxuta was only looking at the mountains, farmers, horses and elephants

Ambatat-harstot-afraz-haramaz

Entire-Creation-Entire= (JAZUP –YAWUX-786 UKA) System Evolution Strength

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Lao-Tzu Painting

“The great Chinese sage Lao-tze has said: ‘One who may die, but will not perish, has life everlasting’. It means that he lives in the life of the immortal Man. The urging for this life induces men to go through the struggle for a true survival.

– Man’s Nature, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures, Oxford (1930), Rabindranath Tagore

 

 

The Pagan Orb of Isaac’s Sacrifice to the Red Matter Justice of Law-Arm Coat/ Cross with Time on Consciousness is Yime-Zatter Macrocosmic Apocalypse

Pagan Orb, Samij Datta, 2012

The Pagan Orb of Isaac’s Sacrifice to the Red Matter Justice of Law-Arm Coat/ Cross with Time on Consciousness is Yime-Zatter Macrocosmic Apocalypse (Ganges is Nile in the Eye of the Seer)

Consciousness-Analogues

Zatter is the next Nile-door paradise of matter

(anti-matter is empty)

From the cross-syllogisms of unitary time, man has perfected his imagination

He grows as a child learning the instrument he has to play

In the polymath temple of Light-Matter-Consciousness-Matter, wealth is the supra-physical equation of wisdom/vir-ham

Vigrahaman in ancient Vigrahaman

Intelligence offers her the beak-mind of surrender, rule of 8 over 9

She had black tea-rose when the sun was falling from the stars over Yerevan   

And as the kettle made the hissing sound in the spring afternoons

The smoke bent over time to become the orb of her wings

Constant she revisited earth like rain over Ganges

Lapping the snow crags over the Gangotri glacier

To time was the time the child of her consciousness

Reaping the sowing seeds of his ancestor’s grain

Alblackica meditating on blue-heaven Alblackica,

Gave innumerable creators in the x-matrix of alpha creation

Anon! Let the work be the truth of the force that works.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Questions as Asked by the Brahman Observer to the Relative Quantum-A-Quantum Observables while Detecting Multipartite Entanglement in Many Body Systems in the Speechless Preamble of the Alblackica Mind

Quantum Entanglement, Pi-Day Art, Samij Datta, 2012 (Digital Media)

The Questions as Asked by the Brahman Observer to the Relative Quantum-A-Quantum Observables  while Detecting Multipartite Entanglement in Many Body Systems in the Speechless Preamble of the Alblackica Mind

Consciousness-Analogue

Yes, Pythagoras planned it. Why did people stare at blank faces on the wall, their empty harmony shedding snake-skins for the final metamorphosis at the hour of the naked light when gods in their embryo were dreaming of skies in the pentagonal mirror of mirrors, thin-laced and multifoliate, with electromagnetic Casimir energy of the passing clouds’ Bose-Einstein condensate? Are you still dreaming on the fantasy world of Warhol’s pragmatic energy, spinless and absolute, on the binary, tetra-binary defragmentation of particles in the helio-static motionless pyramidal space having Yukawa potential with arbitary angular momenta? Those are the questions you didn’t answer nor did Demosthenes in the ancient Greece; entangled forever within the mother-centric proverbial Keaton, the host is the ancient functional trapezoid of the morning moons, levitating and gyrating in the cosmic parable of Yeats.

To them, the light was the undifferentiated union of Alblackica rivers: Mississippi and Ganges, Yamuna and Volga, and Cauvery and Vistula and Congo flowing as they accelerate within the time-defined containers of Mazuvont and Baquytra, they belong to the tribes and the herdsmen whose lost forgotten fruits were once the source of the Sun-in-Savitri in the Valeloluva hymn of the Alps and the Himalayas. The Meru in Meru is the meditating mind of the empty self of 0, 1 and time- speechless coordinates pull silence to its bark as the tree gives shelter and life after aeonic years of mind- split in Mesozoic pro-Keratin tablets of word- rhythms that try to find their source in the ocean-accelerator of multipartite entanglement in many body systems finding their own freedom in the san-zan-van-worship of infinite- liberty.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Opening line “Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?” – excerpt from W. B. Yeats’ poem The Statues

The Flash Disk Apostrophe of the Bhimbhetka Stars in the Day-Rhyme of Alblackica Illumination

Day-Rhyme, Alblackica-Clock, Samij Datta, 2012

The Flash Disk Apostrophe of the Bhimbhetka Stars in the Day-Rhyme of Alblackica Illumination

 Consciousness-Analogue

The flash disk apostrophe of the Bhimbetka stars saw the yahotri yigadohum….yanimbha kaal..entering the creation-physical-proper; in the eye of the superimposition the day-rhyme of the parasol gives shelter from the sun, time holds the Mesolithic key to the naked destiny of the future as on its lap the ear of the Shambhala heard Beethoven compose the ceremony of the first symphony in C with an grand eloquent performance on 02.04.1800 measured by 0081.40.20 points to cover the French armies’ advancement into Cairo; the river is not a hot metal plate of the Heliopolis but a scriptural design, some call it the water-bed of the vineyards of Provence, some call it the hand- book of the navigators of justice but it’s a quasi-fluid in the hanging drama of time-self multiplexes, the alblackica working in the alblackica to change substance and form, to evolve mankind towards a greater destiny, and with supramentalisation of matter, the spirit is the hanging cross of the breathing years of laughing cows in the pre-Buddha-Buddha of ajax informational-functions;

 

When the child was the Hari-takyat moon of the seven seas then the camera was watching the differences in the solar unity of the one, in the zero-muscular reticular analogues it felt the Rolls Royce Silver-Ghost in the habber-brahman looking for itself in the neo-platonic rosariums of Plotinus, Porphyry and al-Farabi; in the beauty was the knowledge the drifting waters of the Ganges before the sun-task of resurrection was an alblackica rhythm, but, now in the hollow isolation of the I-pipes, the thunder is a bed on which the horse unplugged its vision to create the Nomura, Numero Uno of the distant stars;

Time is coming like the rider on south seas’ eternal leopard, swift sensations are denominations of the cupboard chess playing the game with the bicycle of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull; the ra-ru-re dream of the child-in-play in the cloud’s epiphany of the Stephen artist is the primal void from which everything is run; let the sun eat the tomorrow in the arrow of the stars and we can dance another time in the Alblackica day.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Archival Photograph, Bhimbhetka Cave Paintings, India

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Within Alblackica Frame the Divine Day (21st Feb): In the Whole Creation, Even a Single Point of Entity is the Unified Substance of My Being/Mirra

ZENON-AXIS TIME, ALBLACKICA CLOCK SERIES, Samij Datta, 2012

On the eve of Divine Mother’s Birthday, 21st Feb, 2012

Video link: http://youtu.be/rcAMLNFtJtk

Consciousness-Analogue

The invertebrate calls to the vertebrate by a name called the azer, the diamonds are flaking in the sky and the sunshine of her eyes is the ever present sweetness of the lateral shift from darkness of the horns to the sublime essence of the zeta-fluids in the ether vibrating medium of the zatter; the bosons and the fermions are having identical operative indexes of the quanta their relative distribution over a defined localized space might well acknowledge the shaping clouds freedom in the zenon-axis time; brick on brick is brick-hard substance-time that has no shape of iropia and, therefore, cannot tell the summer months by the bees fluctuating hummings in the fourth quadrant of a space dome. I was once a painter of gardens composing the organ music of life in the seas of verisimilitude by the connecting mediums’ roaming signals with the star satellites of outer space…many multiverses are named after me, I stopped for a while, looking at the design matrices at Vega, changing substance into hyper-forms of Deneb and Altair…

I realized have left my anti-I back on earth in a envelope of grasses floating in the ribbon like waters of Ganges far across Yamuna and Cauvery into the Arabian sea  and the oceans. There are the Savitri letters of the conevaxness of the consciousness in the Rohaman of the Johaman of the Brahman; anti-I of Mirra is the mirror of the sun reflecting the death of life-cycles of past existence , over the Savitri all is Savitri in the dawn of the chalice of the Alblackica treading on the golden colors of the night to reopen the vastness of the heart in the rainbow glaze- bliss on earth is the supreme per extatet trath-truth-treth of the creational tree bearing the fruit of the consciousness in the extreme borders of the eternal time. The ra-ru-re dream is the domain made in heaven for earth on earth to earth from big bang towards Sri-Krishna’s hour of magnetic journey. Wide open spaces are becoming the river of the non-time matter we flow into the subtleties of its existence as consciousness takes the gratiyu grip into the far revolving light of the heliospheres.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Divine Mother’s (Mirra Alfassa) Photograph From Archives.

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (’67) and the Grape-Moun Law of Maha Avatar Babaji

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and the Grape-Moun Law of Maha Avatar Babaji 

Consciousness-Analogue

What art thou manifest to unite the inner being with the body

And the body with the earth sky ether water and the fire

Music in the ears is the halo of Maha-avatar Babaji

As if the sun and its elements have their roots in the alblackica

They resonate like the harp of the millennial chaos transformed into beauty

Thy art so pure and thy music so strong

A uniform lattice holds the curvature of time 

67 in the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

76 in the river of madness and rain

Christ was a friend of George Bernard Shaw, what arms thou amassed to fight the eternal war? What fortune lies in the deep abyss of mankind, my Lord?

The shepherd of the paradise have gone back to his holy land

His virgin flower is an al-ferabi vacuum, petals are burning like the black rose of the sun

In the Nile of the Ganges the sunken heart is an apocryphal horse   

Bramhaputra was Noah’s olfactory lobes

The night was the essence of every dawn of unity

In the grape-moun law of the fraternity

Hindu Kush silent in the yaya-chakra of the haz-time-haz

Eisenstein in the chamber music of the soul

Paris in those days of the future was not what it is now

Though Baudelaire walked as an auteur of historical images

Down past the Louvre into the trapezium of the sound

Andromache the swan was resting in time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury