Lord Jagannatha Ratha-Yatra 2013 : Travelling to Other Conscious Realms By Dynamic Mobilization of Negative Mass Interactions with the Non-Matter Essence in the Creation

Lord Jagannatha Ratha-Yatra 2013 : Travelling to Other Conscious Realms By Dynamic Mobilization of Negative Mass Interactions with the Non-Matter Essence in the Creation 

 

Alone lying on the shore of the great Ocean…

Jagannath Ratha Yatra, Mayapur, India

Jagannath Ratha Yatra, Mayapur, India

Penetrating the heart of all matter

Where sand and water meet to make a diagram

A natural circle of the original whole

Footsteps, flowers and the path of the sun

Strewn by the darkness of the time

Random oblique and negative mass

The Arka wheel silently rotates

Traveller on the road, where are the signs to your eternal highways?

Thunder on the jewelled mountains lightning strikes the moth

Roaring in the silent passion of these eons

What does this Ratha–Yatra mean?

If not a movement from one point to another

A change in material dimensions

The chariot is the golden vessel; an architecture of self-transformation

The Lord has shown us the way many times

Lord Jagannatha Sri Shubodhra & Sri Balaram/Lithograph Artist Raja Ravi Verma circa 1900s

Lord Jagannatha Sri Shubodhra & Sri Balaram/Lithograph Artist Raja Ravi Verma circa 1900s

Mystical Alcubierre warp drive

It reconstructs its own space-time geometry based on mind-matter interactions (quantum entanglement of exotic matter with the golden merkaba of phonetic crystals)

Lord Jagannatha, Lord Jagannatha, Lord Jagannatha

The spoke in the wheel is the golden heart of Amitabha Buddha

It’s the secret prophecy of Christ in the black stone of Alblackica

Man is not a myth of apparent pain and misfortune

But must transfigure himself like the gods

Integrity of the being is the key to the quantum leap

The sun is a small dot awaiting resurrection

The sky is dark ambrosiac

The rains must bring Isis from the grains

And feed the heart with the fruit of compassion

Reason must exist because we can feel, touch

We can see more with our own inner radiance

A small shift changes everything

Random darkness – hungyovertinbeta distance away…

To Condorconva…

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

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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