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

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The Bodhisattwa Tree of Shambhala Speaking to me about the Time-Zime Matter of the Future in Past: Perfect Evolution is the Cause of the Effect of a Massive Change that will occur in the Creation

 

The Bodhisattwa Tree of Shambhala Speaking to me about the Time-Zime Matter of the Future in Past: Perfect Evolution is the Cause of the Effect of a Massive Change that will occur in the Creation

(Red-shift of Destiny towards Blue-prime-Blue)

 

Blue-Prime-Blue, Shambhala/Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

Truth of what may come around in the circle of nano-infinity

Light haloed light reflects the pleasure of immeasurable meta-texts

Those who have swallowed time in the alpa-qubit-yoning space

Must have seen the mountains cry in the horizontal plane of the vertical time

Doppler Effect shift in the causal synthesis of matter from the kravotex-technology consciousness

Art thou man in the beauty of a high magnified vision

Can be the source of the perennial fire yet not the fire in the quasi-elements of the material existence

Bliss was in consciousness as consciousness was in bliss

Man’s errands are caught in a web-cam that truly directs memory bank evacuation

Blue is an essential colour of the peace embodiment; the candles too are burning in the deep

In the prayer is the analogue as in the analogue is a prayer that unwinds itself

Kali Pada Guha Roy walks on the beat of the honour of this promised land

Kali Pada Guha Roy is a quantum ambassador of the changeless mass-equilibrium with energy constants

Time’s doors are opening with possibilities the essence of which is unknown to man

The herb of intellect must satisfy the wonders of the soul’s anonymous voyages into the sun

Flowers inside the flash disk of the pentagram knows the annual solstice hours that come by

Soaring like an eagle the tree looks into itself seeking its own roots

Coal collects pastime of diamonds in the clay kiln of another birth

They too know that the coming hour is uncertain is very uncertain

Rosicrucians believed in some symbols of destiny; what do you believe in my friend?

Dark stairs of the flight are numbed by the anti-clockwise spirals

Two in two is not two but a dyad in a triad of Vigrahaman

In the light is the light from the eye of an owl

Push-back montage of time-reversals

The lost ship is now coming back.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Sri Aurobindo in the Birth-Stone of the Fire in Phoenix from Acrux to Shambhala through the Quatreth-Man Structural Hipgnosis of Mahakal

Olmo-Lung-Ring Cycles of Time, Samij Datta, 2012

Sri Aurobindo in the birth-stone of the fire in Phoenix from Acrux to Shambhala through the Quatreth-Man Structural Hipgnosis of Mahakal

Light foreshadows the death of the present capital-moun structure

New xollar consciousness have permeated the creation

Action-in-inaction of a t-square solid refracted liquid quatreth-man is warihoman in warihoman

Brahman in Brahman is Brahman as Brahman; delight is the worship of matter-synthesis

Gold Ionicixa on the horizontal axis bed of the creation; parabrahman-olmo-lung-ring narayana

Bird of a yellow feather rise in shambhala

Churning light through the micro-chip destiny of man

Hevajra-yidam; the sky is flowering like the perfumed garden of pure ecstasy

Let darkness be the seer-will of the superman-alblackica

Let the night be the turning wheel of the blue light from the distant stars

Speaking without speaking in the silent discourse of the past with present

I have seen the tygers of the Lord emanate from an incarnating point in the anadiutsakendra

That shall be the change-maker in a game of riddles that they didn’t solve.

“All the world’s possibilities in man

Are waiting as the tree waits in its seed”.

Mahakal kumbha maya yugath-yugoi-jijaya-zeman

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref:

“All the world’s possibilities in man

Are waiting as the tree waits in its seed”.- Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Unborn Tazig, Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Consciousness-Analogue

When the mind meditates with the stone

The mountains utter their prayers to the moon and the stars

Reciprocation of love offered is a natural causal-effect of bio-geo kinesis

Yao yao ru ta te tu ro yam hua

Yia tu yia tu yang yeng ying

Simple are the ways of the magnetic-priest yet differential and prismatic

Three-fold time in the star-gate crystal; the sound is the anointed ring of the shamans

Wisdom articulates the practice of bon in every alter of the tree

Relative vision is higher than normal lens perception

Drawing on the inner-line of the lake Nam Tso, the sun has found a shelter beneath the ice

It was the night time melting into dawn

It was the last rite in the sacred field

If tomorrow came like a ghost sweeping the floors of yesterday’s fears

Today will be the day to practise the knocking on heaven’s door?

In the zabber of the Brahman I saw the lion looking into the man through the heart of a bird flying like a tiger

Do you see the blazing blade of grass over dew drops falling from the bowl of the cherubic fire?

Do you hear the sound, do you hear the sound?

After silence banged the head of the gods against a table rolling the dice with Judas?

What they have falsified to the winds carrying their feathers over dead tongues misconstruing across many rolling seas?

There is nothing at all- no myths no archetypes no tombs no statues

Not even the written word from the diadem of truth

It was in that that I saw that it ‘moved not yet it moved’ over nameless apostrophes of man’s struggle with destiny

What ‘that is not that is’ but it was a moment when light had no shadow in the death vision of a dream

Dreams connected spheres and shepherds brought thy music from the long valley of olmo-lung-ring

Supermind: walk the walkatishwara-cross-tri-qua-non (bliss restoration – narayana)

She ate the apple in the effigy of the bon to melt mankind into the ecstasy of hunger

That hunger was the desire to be greater than the one in the many one of ones in the creation

Man loved the gods greater than himself and thus paved the path for their evolution

It was the hour before the time in zime, a mighty finger pointed its direction towards that darkness revealing itself

Light, a blind source of freedom opened as if a lotus peeped from the stars into the green horses of the sea

9-parabrahman-9, supramental-qui-qui-shakti

Some came to win, some came to loose

Others were just riding their luck

What difference it makes to this creation?

Nothing I say is vain

For they bear the feather that is born from the dusk of original purity

To be more free with the self honour the life that is given to you

For one day you may know have crossed death towards immortality.

Shantih Shantih Shantih!

Peace on Earth!

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

The Earth-Clock Hour in the Temple of the Bon sends signals to Humanity for Perfect Growth and Development: Compassion is the Attitude towards Macro-Evolution in the Entire-Creation-Entire

Temple of Bon, Samij Datta, 2012

The Earth-Clock Hour in the Temple of the Bon sends signals to Humanity for Perfect Growth and Development: Compassion is the Attitude towards Macro-Evolution in the Entire-Creation-Entire (Perhaps the gods are dead!)

Consciousness-Analogue

Enable your heart to listen to the song

The white bird has perched its shadow on the outer circumference of the egg

Though destiny cannot frame the path of tomorrow’s future

Broken relics of history are still burning in the land

Reading an old book of Tapriza to the empty spaces lying beneath

The stars are circumambulating the mountains; uncertain hour dragged its body into every stream running down

Sacred letters of ‘Olmo’ disappeared into the awakened compassion of the being

Through light and into the light the ways of the Master heralded the time

Shenrab uhinmrang Shenrab

Red flame of the black pool carved the ethereal synagogue of the sun

Ra-Ru-Re dream > Supramental asked to accelerate

The moon has crawled nine ways to the pyramid: buy 2 get one

In the quiet of the mind the beginning was also the end of no-causal entreaty

Greater the degree of devotion to the self greater the earning of the bodhi-tree in per decra-nanoseconds of bliss consumed

Thou art within like the rainbow serpent in the whaos-chaos of the alblackica

Thou art the luminous sacred wheel of evolution

In the YungDrung-roaming space of Jahoa-Jahoa-Jahoa

In the yashik-dashik-golden carpe-diem of the everlasting day!

Ranga matir path

suryer badami alo dhuye dey mati

Chetonar ardhonarishwar prakitir pratiti kanthe jagay tar bani

Adbhut sab alo jwalchey nivchey

Anya kono tarar durabhash theke aschey kato pran.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Anadiutsakendra of Mother in the Delta-Prime Time of Destiny-Creation in the Wega-Wega Alpha-Mirror Sand Particle of Shambhala

 

Shambhala-4, 2012, Samij Datta

The Anadiutsakendra of Mother in the Delta-Prime Time of Destiny-Creation in the Wega-Wega Alpha-Mirror Sand Particle of Shambhala: Origin is decrax Origin in Bramha -Maya-Maya-Sutra

The only M is mother of M in OM

Soma on soma is the river of mercy on Lake Michigan

M is a function of time in the original self-dissolution

Rate of change of acceleration is higher than Frauz Constant on a Gaussian Plane

Dmitri Mendeleev was a prisoner in the mind of Shambhala, look at the orange sun in a black hole in alblackica

Memory card erasure is caused by bliss substance of anti-matter ‘run’on Hun-quark time

Truth is plabintim K in a non-relational sequence of adventure and quest

Allow yourself to dissolve first before you start the condensation in the stars

Immortality is the finitude beyond the normal perception of men

Add year to years in the precious nanoseconds of a birth in the drinking jug of micro-ether gravity

Within the light, life-beyond carries Michelangelo’s night into the para-prakiti utsakendra

Vra-uj-ni ala ala trohim-trohim-sat-hari-om-matter-chit-om

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: 1. Satprem’s book cover art Mirra Alfassa, The Mother.

2. The Star of David, Leningrad Codex

 

The System of Time in the Pi-Bosonic Circle of Christ in the Revelatory Principle of ‘Ananda’ in the Zebra-Moun Roaming Cross in the Creation

 

The Paradox of the Anandamaya Koshas, Samij Datta, 2012

The System of Time in the Pi-Bosonic Circle of Christ in the Revelatory Principle of ‘Ananda’ in the Zebra-Moun Roaming Cross in the Creation (eta-trath is muscim-troton-truth)

Consciousness-Analogue

(Anander gati paribartan nei ei krama bibartane)

The ever sweet will of ‘Ananda’ doesn’t change her course in the process of human evolution

(She chirosthayi savder pratik)

She is the symbol of word procreation

Pran pratishtha kare prati din

She is the shakti behind the complex bio-chemical reactions

Renewing life-force at the point where matter meets its spirit  

(Amaratya tai akasher range bheja ek ti chador)

Immortality is a tie-dyed fabric of the sky-swastika emblem

(Surjo pachim duyare darthastha ek pathik)

The sun is an old traveller of songs standing at the western door

(Ajana achena samay ke deke aan)

Invoking the supra-luminal unknown time of the creation

(Jar uttor hay shuru ta thake noton ar sada ananda may)

And as answers begin to fill the new order of the day,

The dawn emboldened chalice of Alblackica is new and forever blissful.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture, Sungachoeling Monastery, Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

CELEBRATING DILIP KUMAR ROY’S BIRTHDAY: 22nd JANUARY, 2012: THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

CELEBRATING DILIP KUMAR ROY’S BIRTHDAY: 22nd JANUARY, 2012

THE MOMENTS OF FRAGRANCE And THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

A soulful-singer, a musician, a poet, a lyricist, a man of letters and friendship, a true yogi- Dilip Kumar Roy once said: ‘I do not intend, as did John Milton,”to justify the ways of God to men”.  For as God is a real, throbbing Omnipresent Entity. His multiform divinity needs no ultramodern vindication, least of all when He is perceived solely through the devotee’s love. One who has love for Him does, in effect, say, a la Descartes: “I have glimpsed God with my Eye of Light, therefore I know what God is”. Similarly, one who has truly come to love Mother Ganga may well claim, mutatis mutandis: “Since  I feel in her the touch of the Divine I have no qualms about equating her with a goddess”. This is not an academic defense, but the acknowledgement of an experiential fact, to wit, that one whose heart has responded to the divine call of Mother Ganga can and does dispense once and for all with the services of an intellectual advocate. For he knows that what seems irrational to the mind may, in the last analysis, be suprarational and thus resoluble in the light of our intution. Indeed, are not all paradoxes resolved in the harmony of the Divine? To quote once again from Savitri (V, III):

The world is God fulfilled in outwardness.

The blue sea’s chant, the rivulet’s wandering voice

Are murmurs falling from the Eternal’s harp. – Sri Aurobindo

Years later I sang this song at Hardwar, where the blue-scarfed Ganga purls and dances along pauselessly, and my heart was filled with a deep exhaltation, so much so that on her bank I went composing song after song which I sang in ecstasy. …In one of these I wrote:

In my yearning heart, O Ganga, I

Sing but to appeal to thee:

Come thou to rend the veil that stands

Between thy Grace and me.

For then I’ll see thy light divine

In all and love all, Mother mine!

And learn to harken even in din

To thy soul’s own melody’.

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE: THE RIVER THAT BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER

Dadaji (Dilip Kumar Roy) and Mother Indira Devi at Haridwar

See the Dwarka threaded in his eyes                                                        

The haridwar the rishikesh in her eyes

Flowing with the swift ebb of tidal tears of the Ganges

Mother bathes the sun with a smile lost forever in nature’s arms

Or is it there where Narmada meets the sacred soul of its song?

The music rings in thy ears chanting like the waves

Carrying passages of dead earth from history’s charcoal years

Penciled at the bottom with a line or a signature

I am here in between the one and the many

Dancing my way to celebrate the nation

A friend is a friend is a friend is a friend

Love’s token are bird like wings seeking a hermitage

A wonderful carnival of primeval joy

A day when the young meets the old in their arms

A day when soldiers harp the flute of the lord

Canonizing the world eternal Hari OM!

A true seeker of love finds in light’s golden robe

The symbol of original bliss

That is the true mystic meaning of the word

Not in monastic meditation of solitude

But in life itself that has the true colours of trombone music

Rembrandt to Rolland to Sri Ramkrishna

Sri Aurobindo, Mother et al.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

BELOW: Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and his college friends in England, 1920. CLOCKWISE from lower left: D.K. Roy, K.P. Chatterji, Subhash Chandra Bose (Netaji), C.C. Desai.  Pictures courtesy Pilgrims of the Stars- Dilip Kumar Roy and Indira Devi/ Excerpt from Pilgrims of the Stars/ Dada ji & Indira Ma picture courtesy Hari Krishna Mandir Archives- website: http://www.harikrishnamandirindiraniloy.com/