The Retrocausality and the Return Car Festival: The Strange Charm Ways of the Quark-Anti-Quark Digesis of the ‘Uhurupa’ (Tat Twam Asi – gratyu self 1/2 integer spin)

Srila Prabupada and Allen Ginsberg

Srila Prabupada and Allen Ginsberg

 

The Retrocausality and the Return Car Festival: The Strange Charm Ways of the Quark-Anti-Quark  Digesis of  the ‘Uhurupa’ (Tat Twam Asi – gratyu self  1/2 integer spin)

Thoughts weaving thoughts making senses           

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Subhadra Folk Art Orissa

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Subhadra Folk Art Orissa

Poetry interweaving fabric of space time bending

Events occur, concur in a landscape of uhurupa

This cosmic multiverse is uhurupa

It’s the bhiksha-patra of the being

All existence confined to uhurupa

It projects out of it, void and substance

After a long hard day, the uhurupa earned the sky and the rains

Then the sea and the rocks

Then land and shores, gravel and sand

Then a nestling branch, timber and flutes

All that he earned by begging and begging…

The sun closed its eyes,

Evening paroled the swiftness of its rhythm

Is it now time to go back home?

Is there anyone at home?

Form gave formlessness

Substance emptiness

Uhurupa was the absolute answer

It’s the bhiksha patra of all beings

It carried on its shoulder the meaning of all things

It’s the literal landscape of the evolutionary enlightenment

From Buddha to Aurobindo – all a point on this begging bowl

You beg with yourself and earn some points                                                                           

Buddha Bowl 1883 Lithograph Calcutta Museum Source The Times of India

Buddha Bowl 1883 Lithograph Calcutta Museum Source The Times of India

Inhabit a dot space in this grand exo-architecture

But only with and within yourself – that’s the key to this trade de equality

Someday you earn a bowl of rice

Other days your skin is burnt like the sun

And you jump into the river like a log of wood

Become boat on a river

Feeling free

Verse like

A positron backwards in time

Touching mountains of past and deserts of eternity

And the wilderness that you confront is there…

I am speaking to you from the xon-co-rupa

Everything you see is me

It’s the uhurupa …dancing in uhurupa to become the uhurupa

Here…there, everywhere

Just beg within yourself the true light of destiny                                

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

May the bowl give you the substance you need

And love to feel the Absolute

May the power reside in your words and transform and heal

The rainbow sneaks through the clouds

‘’ It’s the time that has come again’’

                     

 – J

 

 

 

 

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A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

The Blue Flower

The Blue Flower: The Divine Mother Symbol

A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

“The blue bus is calling us

The blue bus is calling us

Driver, where are you taking us”. (The End, Jim Morrison, The Doors, 1967)

The finite image of the blue bus mentioned by Jim Morrison in his lyrics ‘The End’ opens up a lot of infinite possibilities within- it stands for the archetypal image of Novalis’ ‘blue flower’  (Nilkantha, the blue flower resembling the throat of Shiva after he drank the world-poison to save the cataclysm) ) which stands for the love for beauty in things – the reality that Einstein said was comprehensible. Though, locally it may stand for a pain killer that was often used by the 60’s aficionados, it was more a conscious search for the inner-nature in man – the ‘self’ that hides in the body, the self’ that is connected with ‘many selves’ in the cosmic world. This was an individual moment of self-realization, a movement that is subjective and non-local as well. The finite melts beyond a certain point of perception and if the doors are cleansed then it is a clear call (Light signal Flash) from the other side, into an infinite blue welding of matter in consciousness and consciousness in matter. The image of the bus is symbolic of a modern man’s journey into the infinite cities, the ‘psychedelic experiences’ that we seek to return us back into that state of pristine innocence which William Blake talked about in the Songs of Innocence. ‘Experience’ grants ‘innocence’- the lamb of god is same as the wrath of the tiger:

“In the juvenescence of the year / came Christ the tiger / … Us he devours”.

– T. S. Eliot (Gerontion)

Sri Aurobindo’s disciple Dilip Kumar Roy (dadaji) was once told by his friend Krishnaprem while talking about Sri Krishna that we should never miss ‘the last bus to cross the frontier’, metaphorically it’s the faith that we should never sacrifice in our lives; faith in ourselves, faith in our abilities because it is the only source of our power and thinking.

Novalis’ ‘blue flower’ and ‘Jim Morrison’s ‘blue bus’ have the same implications, they draw us into a different realm that is beyond our three-dimensional existence. We in our ‘natural yogic state’ have access to these worlds as long as we awake ourselves from ignorance and death.

– Joy Roy Choudhury