Galactic Leap Through Automation of Free-Will Extrohan: Love is the Key to Kal-KI Yatra of Madhava

Krishna dancing with the Gopis on the Yamuna Bank Vraja-Lila Quantum Rasa-Samudra

Krishna dancing with the Gopis on the Yamuna Bank Vraja-Lila Quantum Rasa-Samudra

Galactic Leap Through Automation of Free-Will Extrohan: Love is the Key to Kal-KI Yatra of Madhava 

Sweet sandalwood swarms turquoise moon 

Soft as the yellow silk clothing the trees

Can you see the kiss that draped the sunlight of mirrors?

Each garlanded by the madhurya-rasa of the infinite one

A hymn of the night bestowing light

A streaming in of  music from the solar deities 

Leaf stained with the dewy vermilion 

And perfumed by an alien flowering of time 

Sang to the Lord of Lords its eternal song:

(Prabhu Prabhu Prabhu Hey)  (Anantanantamay)

In search of the silent formless void unmanifest

Kalachakra Mantra

Kalachakra Mantra

The cupola of the time as eternity of Buddha

Saw the opening of many invisible doors

So, you may preserve yourself in that wide nothing of conscious life-force

And become the syllabic embodiment of the heart-chakra

White lotus of the sun in blue beak of the honourable sea-bird

Flapping its wings like the breath of each life

A moment of inner-awakening, a call from the shepherd of the mountains

A bearded green tree as chintamani radiating light fragrance

A coiled rainbow serpent at its foot

Fluting the majesty of the golden day

Enter Shambhala exit through the conch-shell of HARI

Paranam naam charishato batsharer lila ananda may

A peace descends on earth so you must light the fire of your will

Stronger than the wheel of time

Radha-Krishna and the Gopis The Perfection of the Heart-Chakra Spin

Radha-Krishna and the Gopis The Perfection of the Heart-Chakra Spin

Stronger than the axle

To become the vajrakaya of the Padma-Sambhava

Your words trace the link to the origins

To the Sesha-Nag Ananta – Vrala –Om Vraja twilight Hari

Crescent moons and Neanderthal Suns and the Meta-phoenix of the distant stars

The rocks roll on the ocean floor carving mandala of an enormous space

Four corners diagonally dissecting the point of the Creatrix

Joachim Alma-Mater trahuv time – thousand Avalokiteshwara of the Shambhala night

Searching the morning that comes to them as wood’s thermal        fragrance

Jim Morrison Photograph Circa 1970

Jim Morrison Photograph Circa 1970

Of the rasa-dance in helio-optical circles of lunar belts

Within itself the rose is the secret of the heart of matter – Adi Chintamani Om

To see that beyond in the within of time is the salvation of the cycles of Kalachakra

To thee place the vision as the leaf offers itself to the butterfly

Tomorrow has built the road for the yearning yesterdays

A song may refill the Absolute space

A time may anoint the sigma of moment

Reach out for that single dew drop Tat Sat Hari Om!

Padmasambhava: Guru-Rinpoche

Padmasambhava: Guru-Rinpoche

MESSAGE FROM PADMASAMBHAVA: VAJRA GRACE

0m ah hung vajra guru peme siddhi hung (3x)

The Golden Sutra of Padmasambhava: 
Read your body by the golden orb of the sunlight that beats into your heart every second-time is eternity captured through the sound fragrance of the mantric syllables -the body prisons the  Lord that you liberate through it into higher dimensional beings -here this means conscious existence at higher levels. (Vajrakaya-Supramental)
The body is the only means to this Lunar Door opening through the madhuyra laya of the kal transforming the obsolete habitual life into further harvest of cultivated thoughts that is not bound by any possible stigma, socio-cultural or esoteric.
Light is dance of the footsteps crossed by darkness now
She is the wecra wlavouf wild fruit of the galactic center
She the teacher of our innermost feelings from the book of the tree
That book is paradise encoded in the virtual server of the magic of love
Mastery of all possible elements is complete with the chakra spinning at the heart of matter manifesting the highest spiritual goodness through the subtle vibrations of sound-kriya conscious pragyan systems – that is the true technology that ought to be in place on earth if it wants to attain true enlightenment by getting an entry into the galactic federation. 
Good Luck Friends!

– Joy

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5th December, 2012: Sri Aurobindo’s Maha-Samadhi Day and The Lord Serving His Love as Nature in Man (The Miracle of Miracles)

In Kafka’s Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa the traveling salesman was transformed into an insect (bug/beetle), this bizarre incident (this sci-fi dream) takes everyone by surprise, and the family in the end tired of the trouble this metamorphosis has brought, wishes to get rid of Gregor to  save finances as well. Gregor dies thinking about this lying in the bed and falling into a deep sleep, his last.

More than anything else, the psycho-lingual process of transformation of words into wordless emptiness (the final journey in silence/The Kafka’s Quest) or the archetypal process of existential salvation and the ying-yang binary fixations of stasis in action, are not the main key drivers in the narrative. In reality, the story leads us to understand the nature of man, his utter follies, misconceptions, the idiosyncratic class idioms that phrase his physical economic world and social status and his fragile and fake behavioural words that translate the tragedy of modern man’s degenerative metamorphosis into an insect or vermin.

When the others tick tock like the clock in the cupboard    kafka

in between the books and the wall,

he is sleeping

he is dreaming

to become an insect with no trail

so he doesn’t have to take the burden

of the whole community

because they have ex communicated him

he is an outsider

a stranger without words

but with a single gaze in a dream

an insect dreams for its next cycle of life

to see that light in the salivating sun

pouring empty chains on stones, clothes and eternity    Kafka's The Castle

Kafka not bearing his name, young and silent

in the shadows of the castle

after the trial

knocks the doors of the All absolute

a love that was not there pushed him towards the door knob

a love like light called him from inside

from a point to another point

he was frightened

His body shivered,

His body became numb motionless,

teleporting with that immaculate star of the compassionate one

he once stood there, still like the sky overseeing all

or like a glass watching the world from its inner own

writing the diary of the critique of man

as he crawled then, to sit on the other branches of the tree

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

his body once again like an ancient man felt that love beating deep inside…

as he understood that ” All shall discover God in self and things…”

and knew that “he too must carry the yoke he came to unloose;

he too must bear the pang that he would heal…”. (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

The fake identity of man must pass through the shredder before a final copy can be made natural and having resemblance with the original. And there is no original oneness in things, all are many and different in many ways of their own but still persist the process of the final consummation with the Divine Body or the Radiance which is the final destiny of his quest.

Beatles, in the earlier albums talked about this fragile inconsistency in man, in his ways of life and in his mannerisms.

“I read the news today oh, boy

Beatles: MONEY CAN'T BUY ME LOVE

Beatles: MONEY CAN’T BUY ME LOVE

About a lucky man who made the grade

And though the news was rather sad

Well, I just had to laugh

I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords…(A Day in the Life, The Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beatles)

That life is more than your next hit song in the charts, or more, than your gross income from the concerts you do, is something that George Harrison probably had felt when he took a sabbatical to realize what was awaiting him, in the natural enclosure at Mayapur, India. That was an enchanting song which he penned in the November of 1970 directly expressing his prayers for the world, to Lord Krishna, to the Hallelujah – to that great ‘fidelity in freedom’ of  the compassionate one in the rock n’ roll of life, in the folk of life and in the many operas of life.

“My sweet Lord
Hmm, my Lord
Hmm, my Lord
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you, Lord, but it takes so long, my Lord …” (My Sweet Lord, Album: All Things Must Pass, George Harrison)

THE LORD IS ALWAYS SERVING THE WORLD : “Dehi padapallava-udaram” – “Krishna bows down to touch the lotus feet of Srimati Radharani”. (Gita Govinda, Jayadeva) – this line as everyone knows was written by the Lord Krishna himself in the guise of the poet who went to take his bath thinking about how he would cope to write this verse which he was musing for quiet sometime. Amazingly, he understood upon return, that the Lord himself came as him, wrote the verse and took prasad/offering from his wife who thought that the poet hasn’t gone out at all.

Krishna Washing Radha's  Feet

Krishna Washing Radha’s Feet