The Resurrection of Time in the Valley of the Stars Riding the Xenon Calf of Superman

Vaxuta Eternal, Samij Datta 2012

The Resurrection of Time in the Valley of the Stars Riding the Xenon Calf of Superman

Consciousness-Analogue

Silence is an anonymous poet who has painted the murals of the sky with the stars

He himself is the king advocate of the divine order in the creation

His vessels are the building blocks of consciousness

His reign over time has crossed the eternal existence

His kingdom has harboured man with manifold gifts

From the naked desire he gave cognition its birth from 8verb-light-muscle5 /matter of the Creatrix

And the speech came out from the Brouhaman gripping sound-tablets walking like verbs

Ganges slept on the mind of the man (manu)

Nile was overflowing through his veins

Mississippi was his destiny of dreams                                                       

And the Volga gave him the rare instinctive faculty of effect-cause synthesis

Lao Tzu was an ancient man

Lao Tzu was him

Silence crucified himself in the para-brahman 6-afterlight-6 causes

The night sang the glory of the day in the deep honour of his love

Ringing petals as if they are bells in the odyssey of the light leaping into the sea

The stars say it’s the resurrection of time in the lap of its mother

Vaxuta was only looking at the mountains, farmers, horses and elephants

Ambatat-harstot-afraz-haramaz

Entire-Creation-Entire= (JAZUP –YAWUX-786 UKA) System Evolution Strength

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Lao-Tzu Painting

“The great Chinese sage Lao-tze has said: ‘One who may die, but will not perish, has life everlasting’. It means that he lives in the life of the immortal Man. The urging for this life induces men to go through the struggle for a true survival.

– Man’s Nature, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures, Oxford (1930), Rabindranath Tagore

 

 

Advertisements

The Pagan Orb of Isaac’s Sacrifice to the Red Matter Justice of Law-Arm Coat/ Cross with Time on Consciousness is Yime-Zatter Macrocosmic Apocalypse

Pagan Orb, Samij Datta, 2012

The Pagan Orb of Isaac’s Sacrifice to the Red Matter Justice of Law-Arm Coat/ Cross with Time on Consciousness is Yime-Zatter Macrocosmic Apocalypse (Ganges is Nile in the Eye of the Seer)

Consciousness-Analogues

Zatter is the next Nile-door paradise of matter

(anti-matter is empty)

From the cross-syllogisms of unitary time, man has perfected his imagination

He grows as a child learning the instrument he has to play

In the polymath temple of Light-Matter-Consciousness-Matter, wealth is the supra-physical equation of wisdom/vir-ham

Vigrahaman in ancient Vigrahaman

Intelligence offers her the beak-mind of surrender, rule of 8 over 9

She had black tea-rose when the sun was falling from the stars over Yerevan   

And as the kettle made the hissing sound in the spring afternoons

The smoke bent over time to become the orb of her wings

Constant she revisited earth like rain over Ganges

Lapping the snow crags over the Gangotri glacier

To time was the time the child of her consciousness

Reaping the sowing seeds of his ancestor’s grain

Alblackica meditating on blue-heaven Alblackica,

Gave innumerable creators in the x-matrix of alpha creation

Anon! Let the work be the truth of the force that works.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (’67) and the Grape-Moun Law of Maha Avatar Babaji

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and the Grape-Moun Law of Maha Avatar Babaji 

Consciousness-Analogue

What art thou manifest to unite the inner being with the body

And the body with the earth sky ether water and the fire

Music in the ears is the halo of Maha-avatar Babaji

As if the sun and its elements have their roots in the alblackica

They resonate like the harp of the millennial chaos transformed into beauty

Thy art so pure and thy music so strong

A uniform lattice holds the curvature of time 

67 in the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

76 in the river of madness and rain

Christ was a friend of George Bernard Shaw, what arms thou amassed to fight the eternal war? What fortune lies in the deep abyss of mankind, my Lord?

The shepherd of the paradise have gone back to his holy land

His virgin flower is an al-ferabi vacuum, petals are burning like the black rose of the sun

In the Nile of the Ganges the sunken heart is an apocryphal horse   

Bramhaputra was Noah’s olfactory lobes

The night was the essence of every dawn of unity

In the grape-moun law of the fraternity

Hindu Kush silent in the yaya-chakra of the haz-time-haz

Eisenstein in the chamber music of the soul

Paris in those days of the future was not what it is now

Though Baudelaire walked as an auteur of historical images

Down past the Louvre into the trapezium of the sound

Andromache the swan was resting in time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury