Conversations With The Mother & The Teachings of the Heart-Sutra: In the Land of Ella, The Bliss of Being Forever in the Wilderness

The Mother and the Message of the Heart-Sutra

All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force…We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent mind. This mind is the matrix of all matter. – Max Planck

Nature isn’t classical, dammit, and if you want to make a simulation of nature, you’d better make it quantum mechanical, and by golly it’s a wonderful problem, because it doesn’t look so easy.- Richard Feynman

Conversations With The Mother & The Teachings of the Heart-Sutra: In the Land of Ella, The Bliss of Being Forever in the Wilderness

The Mother: As long as earth remains trapped in its matter/energy contour and not in its consciousness, you will never be able to have the frequencies needed for transformation. Two things will primarily happen:

  1. Man will live in fear as long as he based himself in matter &
  2. He will hang on with time to be the play sport of utter ignorance. These twin movements still drive the energy of earth, though nature has many mysteries hidden on her face but mankind doesn’t have the courage to explore it nor has the hope or promise of a better life. It’s like train running inside a tunnel unable to come out because that will mean a complete change in the history of its habits that defined so far the course of his path. (from Big Bang to the Present time)  Man fears change as it is catastrophic to his existence – change here is the personal invocation of each system-evolution and not related to any sociopolitical order or system of fixed beliefs.

Disciple: Dear Mother, will you explain the ‘fear factor’ in man?

The Mother: Fear is the consort of death, the Holocaust – it’s not an allegorical sense of Auschwitz but a biological fear in the cells and therefore in the mind as well. Your sense of rational history has almost killed you – you don’t have the instincts of natural creativity anymore – you are a drone driven by the fear of death, driven by the illusions of time, driven by quadruple of logical sense that terrorise the beauty of nature and the cosmos. Matter as we see as a dense substance is not really what you know- it’s just vibrations, a certain frequency gives you the present form and structure, a different frequency will give you something else but how will you know it and most importantly how will you change its configuration! It requires technology to know it and do it as well but not the kind of technology that you are using right now – you will tomorrow come up with a riddle like the sphinx and use your jughead to scribble some field equations to juxtapose cosmology with quantum physics and bring mathematical geometric abstractions of fundamental space-time linearity non-linearity – that will not take you any closer to the truth my child! It’s a fear of loss and the fear of success that marred the world.

In the present context, let me ascertain one old nugget of truth – you all seem to know or at least a fraction of the human population know that the Divine is all powerful, omniscient and controls everything – it’s only a partial fact – the truth is the divine struggles to keep things in control otherwise it would have been a different scenario. You need work hand-in-hand with me to make this world a paradise – it can be done by the power of the divine will-force.

So, can you read with your heart, and think with your mind and take a walk across an ocean of bliss? Where is the shore-line? Is it a boundary? Take a fresh look and you will see there is no-boundary no space-time no finite thing in the universe. Everything you create from your thoughts – and where does your thoughts originate? Not in your brain – it’s just a device made for thought perception – converging, diverging its plainly a receptacle for consciousness – the fundamental duality of the body/mind comes from the brain you associate with giving you a sense of identity and self-reference. You are yourself the player in your field and yourself the referee – you know the game inside-out? But do you remember? Every qubit of information stored in the system can be accessed – don’t need even a user log-in – you are logged-in eternally my son. As the baby comes out the mother’s womb the umbilical cord is cut because it doesn’t need the connection physically – it can grow on its own and develop itself but always connected to its source non-locally. Consciousness is the key to everything in this creation.

Only true love can unlock the doors of perception – love not in the idyll sense but love as in karma as in ananda as in dhyana…love the self that you are – connect with it spiritually and you get the gold mine. And after the Gold Rush what next…gold also a substance eternally vibrating but its material form and weight are just the surface reality of the hidden thing that resides in the frequencies of the metal. When you dissolve all your questions and terminate the torment then you get a glimpse of the beautiful world that exists here and elsewhere. The supermind is not something you will attain, it was already there but inactive because you didn’t have the wherewithals to find it or experience it.

In the land of Ella the star

There came the Master

Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot

Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot

Children greeted him with wild flowers

They laughed

They sang

About the old possum’s book of practical cats

And the Master said: there is a big university

A world school

Schools that make you learn the language of the heart

To control gravity by will-force

To be the poet of the connecting mind

In the land of Ella, on Eden desk

Life is eternal

Sempiternal

Vernal

No equinox defined relativistic positions

Your time and place are the manuscripts of your geo-stationary satellites

They are extremely primitive

The Little Child Krishna

The Little Child Krishna

In the land of Ella, there is no joy & sorrow

But Ananda – the bliss matter that solidifies into your being

You can go even further than that in the para-kshetra of ananda – into drag-loubonin non-field consciousness planes

But there you must put a stop to your seeking..as people on earth have a long way to go

The children surrounded the Master

He told them stories of his pastimes, of Elygymbur- the little child with the flute

He told them how the cow milked the sun

And radiant pink light flashed in their eyes

Twilight’s thoughts offered their sacred tears to the lotus of life

And the oceans touched the rocks in their ecstasy

Time immobile is eternity

Playing alone in the shoreline

Waiting for the night’s diffusion into dawn

The Master said: The bearded man of the mountain was a snake-charmer

But now he is old

His skin is cold

He must die before the rising sun

And his limbs will be rattled by the windhorns of the shepherd

Youthful like the nubile ceremony

The Feast shall anoint the new king

Time’s passage violin-shaped

Full of memory crystallised somewhere

Only the music knows what strings are attuned to the stars

Purple birds of the freedom liberate thy soul

Lands…legions of truth

Twa twa twik twam

In the child’s rhyme

A hum…

From the universe’s infantile cradle to the death of a dark star

Into the bliss of being forever in the wilderness.

-J

 

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Zero-Point Energy and the Micro-Gravity of Consciousness: Sustainability and Self-Coherence of a System (backwards from the Origin) Random-Club-Coherence -c-Creation-c

Random-Coherence/Wall painting/Sikkim

Random-Coherence/Wall painting/Sikkim

Zero-Point Energy and the Micro-Gravity of Consciousness: Sustainability and Self-Coherence of a System (backwards from the Origin) Random-Club-Coherence -c-Creation-c

Dreaming worm-holes bathing in the sunshine of zero-point energy

Catches the steady dynamics of coherence through combination of Lilas

The field has bubbles floating in the quantum foam aspiring the magnitude of a greater state

Within man, man is thinking like the supreme divine of the whole creation

He walks around the macroscopic space blissfully turning towards the hyperspace

His inventions are logged in the mind of his aboriginal diary like a truth from the unknown signs

Divine Mother/Symbol

Divine Mother/Symbol

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He is the Buddha-Chittamirita in the Christ to become the Hari-Purusha of every particle consciousness

Matter converging on wave-cloud apparatus of the amino acid Glycine to engender the power to levitate

Is the microgravity of z-matter-t working?

Ionisation of Supramental rishis taking birth within the cold fusion plasma vortex-K model (Dynamic Self-System-Organisation of Krishna in the Quantum Void of Adi Yuga-Tri-Netra)

The sun is a garland of marigold in the forests of Arden

Within the frame the lunar micro-seconds are travelling as migratory birds from the black holes

Mountains are sleeping serpents in the pentagram of Tesla

Sermions come from that quick black-box of quantum palladium

They adjust the Wheeler matrix of a motionless point churning the probability of Drake’s Equation

Therefore you must understand the king is also the pauper in the agenda of the book

Light the candles in the room, let consciousness flow between the vacuum fluctuations

Man must gather thoughts to harvest the world with intelligent devices

His voice is the last sound of the living god; his actions the only surrender on the co-planar path to divinity

His dream to unlock the eye of the eternal in the grace non-dual matter of time (the quadribon pyramid) is real

Love is a movement of an unborn prayer in the solitude of the Word

That Word from Him to us is like the diamond-lotus in the tree of life

Spring comes, and the breeze settles over the empty space spiralling incense with the glory

The scattered sun was a fractal petal of the rose in the dawn mist alblackica

Morning drives the passion of the chariots in the nebula of the cosmic syllable

And the moon was the occult vision of the synagogue of the dawn

Life Divine! Dark Matter Reveals Light from the Inner Sanctuary…Shambhala

– Joy Roy Choudhury

TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

1377-3177 Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

Consciousness-Analogue

In a thousand mile of arid land the eye of the man and the lion on a boat

Seven headed Jagganath on the turmeric sea of white sands

Seven close to eight on nine to ten then zero again without the one

To open the unlocked doors of the hidden kingdom of immortals

A spade of blue turquoise running across the caves of time

A lost chapter in the creational book was reading itself through the magnified meca vision

Some grow old as young others look at the sky in disbelief

Some saw the golden flakes burning like a vast ship in the everlasting space of infinity

Turbulence was not an offence but an offering to cleanse the soul

Gods look to gods to purge themselves and man looks towards the sea

The fruit was bearing the hibiscus adder in the poison of death

Its sting was the injected needle that etherised the mountains and the deserts

Atacama folded in the Taklamakan Gobi and stretched into the sub-Saharan terrain

Inside the reptilian bond the stars of the Erasmus faded into the sunshine of xyro-sun

Christ was annihilated on bed of the rocks to bear the language of the river-songs

Words walking into words as tau on lepton and gluon

Tara tera tara xivo-xivo utrath mekav ryto blomin

In the streets of Shigatse there are no gods

Not even the signs that dangle the desire of man

The tanks are buried deep into the heart of the primordial alter

Beware, beware that time is just coming soon.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

The Quantum Hydrodynamics of the Cravhux-Moksha as seen through the Unilateral Cross-Domain Functions of Alblackica Time

WAY TO GYAN-GANJ/Samij Datta, 2011

Consciousness-Analogue

Unilateral cross from the vestige of the winter prayers saw the lapis gold time of the creation in the dovhajkakoithanivyatromatin…ia azeza; algorithms of Alblackica are running the machine of quantum intelligence in the box-prime eternals of the bear-fox time…artists are azure artists in the artifacts of bovine numbers that illuminate the script-domain function of the Razder-base; the ratiocination of the akiki, of the habibi are poised on the wingless-poesy in the south of the Meru; there were aquatic species in the lumino-cravax hyperbolic space choosing the Andre Malraux in the rafiehan spindle- fibers; the angular momentum torque of the particle was only a reminder of how the elevation in height was to be regained without the supporting anti-gravity force within the desktop-c-creation-d. Pink-slips are the blue ocean mystic balls in the green article stones of fire recharging the crahvux-moksha iphone of the entire-creation-entire. Terms of time and the conditions of the self change are as explained in the evolutionary ladder products of the Alblackica, to step into the work-chain glass myths of the superstores, one has to design the new program of artificial intelligence not with numbers only but with alpha-beds of the consciousness because the tree is the cross of the feder functions of the black mamba in the ionic vapors of the Mombasa weqatra queen-radiz-queen; the diamond flex of the reverse river currents are falling on the mountain side of the zebra-equilateral triangle with the vertex making temples of the Voutas (qei-eternal particle) in the roaming heights of an Iroton-cube.

The decrax vessel of the bliss per extratet creation is the sign language of an alternate polymath via line 9 on Planck Morse-code and Schrodinger cat-box. The poison of the hydrophis belcheri is the venom of the Heliogram, without light the darkness is the ambrosia of the conscious evolving spirit of the Neanderthal in the pisces of the mid-galactic rift turning lemon clouds of the vesper into the architecture of the navigating cross.

– Joy Roy Choudhury