The Secret of Our Evolution of Consciousness is Not in the Stars but in Ourselves- The Re-reading of Shakespeare to Understand the Complex Simplicity of the Creation

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

 

“Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings”. – (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II, William Shakespeare).

 

 

Light is coming from yoningo kaal umva kaal

Light is coming from the yogic script of the dance

Before and ever, there was movement of the waves in form of a dance

In the lap of transmuting matter the sprit yearns for the document of freedom

In the violet cycles, in the red effulgence of the blue stars

In the green bed of the orange urn gathering dews falling from the skies

She heard no more nor questioned herself

She ran to be free as a feather on a bird

Her bangles jingling her anklets tingling

The sound was a terror in the eye of the cat

 

She was the white light of the naked sun drenched in the shadow

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

She was the road to Olmo-lung-ring, the Shambhala, the Arden and the Happy Isles

She was the discreet manuscript of the evangelical horses

At point in the electromagnetic field of superconductivity

She was herself not in her but in Him and through him reflected in other things

She was the worshipped soul of the Adi Purusham

She was not there, not there but always quiet like a lake full of lotus

Aditi in terminal hole saw the Manjusri of Maitreyi

Sowing the immortal seeds in the garden

A flash of light like a winged spear from the future of its past

Touched the forehead of my crowning lines

I was no more in the time of its time devouring the time-eternized

But thou art in the fashion of words programmed to reach its original copy

I shall live in the stone and the sky, in the running waters and huddled hills

And nothing shall disturb the quiet life of things

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

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John Milton’s “On His Blindness”: The Quantum Miracle of the Mulberry Tree (The Existential Tribal Involuted Matter in Protein Genesis: Art of Van Gogh and Gauguin)

The Mulberry Tree, Vincent Van Gogh,October, 1889

“After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clearly”. – Matthew ch. IX

Quantum miracle that was performed at ease by Christ had its origin in the esoteric training at Shambhala. The Superconscient Force which when activated with a high-degree non-dual orbital spin generates shifts in space-time coordinates violating Cartesian principles . The pull-string technique of the time-moun acceleration generates extra-cosmic synthesis of light in matter to grant the pure physical vision (active-inactive). Thus, such powers latent in the subatomic canvases of the human mind can enable a John Milton to write one of the best known sonnets ‘On His Blindness’ even when he became completely blind. Milton was serving the god-infinite, the god-within and the god-without. He was writing for the whole creation – the act of giving life-vision to enlighten the parable of talent which man possesses by virtue of his special birth is a miracle in itself. This birth is also that of an inner-vision, an inner-hearing as well, which made Beethoven compose symphonies even when he was deaf.

“They also serve who only stand and wait.”- (On His Blindness- John Milton)

The degree of patience that one can have to understand the intuitive logic of a complex pattern of matter entanglement with the spirit, is also a fundamental key to understand the Fibonacci series of his geometric questioning of the self (the enquiry into Brahman, Para-Brahman) to logocentrically deny the existence of any such metaphysical entity by putting the faith-numbers on the ‘Alice in the Wonderland’ causal diagram in a verifiable hyper-space. Higher the faith number greater the power to mould the destiny because then consciousness generates its own retro-cause for its unlimited butterfly-effect to change substance in primitive order according to a supra-cosmic law of perfection.

Eyes and ears sum up the message

In the twilight sun, the host is a red cupola of the aloa-aloa

Between the destiny and the past, falls the shadow

Present is a uni-triangular vector meditating beneath

Points connect to the cross to negate death in the system

Far beyond the land, the seas and the rocks

He sits, the wheel of prayer moves- it moves not

Time compassion erupts in the void.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Peter Paul Rubens’ Celestial Light of the Origin in his paintings and the Transformation of Matter by White Light Synthesis (Jim Morrison & Jerry Garcia as apostles to Dionysian and Apollonian Forces in the Landscape)

Landscape with a Watering Place, Peter Paul Rubens, Louvre, Paris, France

Peter Paul Rubens’ Celestial Light of the Origin in his paintings and the Transformation of Matter by White Light Synthesis (Jim Morrison & Jerry Garcia as apostles to Dionysian and Apollonian Forces in the Landscape)

The painting here summarizes the glow of the celestial light of the origin if we think ‘dark matter’ is the source of everything in this creation. The yin-yang in the painting is the subtle interplay of the senses between auditory and ocular mediums creating a kinaesthetic effect that transforms time into an ‘ever present paradox of the moment’- the ZEN of immutable delight or ‘ananda’ in the temporal process of existence. Here the god is not so much the object outside in the phenomenal world, but in ‘man as reality’ of a benevolent shepherd, who takes care of the flock and the community, as the ‘para-prakiti’ finds the magnet in him as in herself. This ontological classification of man within the hierarchy of God the Father acts as a kind of memory-painting intertext  of an ecologically conscious artist who knows his ‘being’, lives in that ‘idyll’ of supreme intelligence in the Brahman, and finds his inspiration from the Shakti/Nature.

Though Rubens’ landscapes are about the expressions of light (internal, external), there is also a finer judgement in his works that pastoral settings are not only about the exuberance of life, but integral nature of it also presupposes a degree of sadness in it because, ‘life-death’ are continually harnessed in our biological self, in the cells and in the cosmic order of things.

The deeper monotone of emotional suffering is a Dionysian force (that finds joy in death and negation) operative in nature that unveils the secret of ‘mind’ in matter for the process of integral synthesis and transformation.

Jim Morrison experienced similar forces when he wrote: “moment of inner freedom/when the mind is opened and the/infinite universe revealed/& the soul is left to wander/dazed & confus’d searching/here & there for teachers & friends”. It’s the same ‘quantum multiverse’ that’s opening to him as in the painting, ‘exaltation’ often bearing a touch of loneliness as it grapples with infusion of time with the solar plexus of eternity.

The quanta of qualitative judgement is not the focus of the artist or the poet/singer but the experiential qubit is the only statistical proof of his ‘faith’ in ‘nature and in ‘him’, as the source of the carrier-particle is often hidden in the square-root of its quantum-multiverse. The trees and houses in the background are brimming with Apollonian grace – a conjunction of light and matter, as one sets the law to sustain the harmony of the other (theory of sustainability and order) in itself, and by it, as a rare proof that both forces can simultaneously exist to bring equitable distribution of the quality of light intensity in the mind (internalisation process as para-truth verification) as consciousness in matter.

Jerry Garcia who gave music to Robert Hunter’s words in the Grateful Dead song The Eyes of the World, can be seen as a ballad that connects with the Apollonian force present in the painting.

“Wake up to find out

That you are the eyes of the World

But the heart has its beaches

Its homeland and thoughts of its own

Wake now, discover that you

Are the song that the morning brings

But the heart has its seasons

Its evenings and songs of its own”.

The song that morning brings is a template of the artistic source within, the Tao of life  is a higher integrated substrate of the cosmic synthesis of light in matter to activate consciousness in its time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

In the Prism of the Matrix the Symbiosis of YungDrung Bon and the Ouroboros: White Light Synthesis from the Unelvum Dark Matter

NEW AGE SYMBOL OF THE CREATION : YUNGDRUNG & OUROBOROS, Monalisa, 2012

SYNTHESIS OF THE WHITE LIGHT

Origin of Origins comes from the refracted white light synthesized from the blue eternal dark matter. What is that? That is not that. Krishna on Kali is Kali in Krishna; the Shyama in Adi Buddha is the darkness of the fangs of Ouroboros.

Ouroboros is Ouroboros – the venomous eternity that engulfs the evil and the pure. It causes the Equilibrium Occurence- the ultimate state of Sunyata (or zero) where Everything is Nothing and Nothing is Everything.  Zero is the eternal coil of the eternal circular Ouroboros blessing the creation in its ambitious quest to reach its completition. Circle being the embodiment of the perfect geometrical shape is the everlasting fascination of the human race where every individual’s soul searches and yearns to reach that Supremacy, the cause of its birth and rebirth.

Some attain, some fail, some try again!

What is that Supremacy?

A state of eternal bliss where the venomous poison of Ouroboros is the sweet honey dew falling dripping from the source of the eternal milk of the paradise.

The calming light…

Ouroboros here is the loving mother and the caring father!

OM ADI ADI BUDDHAYA NAMAH

 – MONALISA

Consciousness-Analogue

In the Prism of the Matrix the Symbiosis of YungDrung Bon and the Ouroboros: White Light Synthesis from the Unelvum Dark Matter

The pure indivisible matter is him

Heard him say, it’s a long way journey from home

The blue-prime unelvum dark matter crust crystallizes my soul

And in the cognitive spring-board of consciousness he engulfs the divine-undivine

The svastika or the yungdrung is the rotational cusp of the final judgement

He was there, is and will be

Existence is a constant recognition of that truth

There is nothing unreal about it, nothing secular but the feet of time has the anklets of death

Mystery unfolds the hidden secret of beings

Beauty resides in all that’s undying dying-and-not-dying

Living beyond the cyclical time and consciousness

In the yagiga-vontaxness

Brutath shung

Hithuiva craduth

Ant walker operation on the sun yun hun icraxo-stem determines the beauty of the flowers in the shape of a dream touching the stone of alblackica to pray for the present entity, the creation

Shantih Shantih Shantih

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: A Way Towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: The Anti-Clockwise Movement of the YungDrung Bon from the Alblackica Wheel of Time towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Phoenix & Dragon (Book Cover Art)

Consciousness-Analogue

Bird of a Yellow Feather

The moon rises like the pyramid far above the roving horizons

There destiny is foretold many a times

I am a traveller bound by space of an unlimited space

Through the wired wind in a whistle the sound claps her hands moistens her feet

Above the dark spiral where matter is the time line of the white light of Dzogchen

Reconnoitring the multiverse in a quantum differential way

Tazig is tazig is tazig

Heliocentric gold of sadhana is the integral capital wealth apparatus of the paradise

Diamonds sparkle beneath the tree of Jehovah intersecting the anonymous book of the dead

There the yidam is the free bird vector-diagram of the Alph on Alph

Coleridge knew some variants of this truth infused by the monologues of Adam

There was a tree in the onyx of the sun; red like a supergiant diminishing to a point

In the line of the plasm the mind was a virtual semi-virtual tool to superimpose the truth

The truth is gryotit truth of no truth in the empty box-vessel of nirvana

Bird of a yellow feather crossed over the sea and trundled in rain

The sky was her carpet from Zhang-Zhung lands that adorned the black ether Jeremiah of alblackica

In the nanoseconds of retro-causal infinity time was riding the metamorphic rock of a million joys

Above the ocean at the midnight hour

When sleep was stoned in the cavern of light unborn

It saw itself in the no-beginning of an end in between the awakening and the death

Letters came from an enlightened consciousness that spoke of the sun and the liberation

Standing before the twilight mirrors of the language in mind

I saw words are like lens looking at eyes imaging other words in a constant dual-non-dual mode

In a meaningful way the bliss of existence procures consciousness to add more life into lives.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

In the Pure Dimension of the Orbital Mind Entangled are Many Supreme Creations of Proper Understanding in the Existence of the Everlasting Bon

dag-pa’i zhing-khams, Olmo-Lung-Ring/Shambhala, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The para-gravity kshetra in the yungdrung gutseg reconstitute the arche-meson-telos of the creation

Creation is a square in the eye of a rectangle looking from the prism of FLT

Fast Light Transfer

Light address primordial darkness of paradise

In the yin is the yang as a counter-referential status of the bon

Bowls in silence rotate making sounds that move the red-giant stars

The heron looked at the speechless sapphires of many ancient lives

The Benu came from the ashes of the Lord

Wao awo ramvimambyo awo nimbyaktaimbha

Yavong yivong yavong

Grey-ohms memory of old friends remember the hymn they sang to the guardians of immortality

And as the yellow feather dances in the air on a full moon night

The song became the letter from the heart to all sentient beings

Let the mind be at peace and harmony established everywhere

Let enlightenment be the path towards the tomorrow of a sacred wish.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

The Bon and Kuntu Zangpo, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

Consciousness-Analogue

A wish is a light from the stone

A pure heart assembles its pain transfiguring into joy of eternal delight

In the cloud of differential existence, consciousness is only the tree of being

Remote sensing the father in the palaeographic relic of the adi-tarmas

Adi-hung-ninad avra muatat straz struhet yayastat

Religion will die; compassion can only kindle the true spirit of the creation

There was never any goal set for humankind; man de-morphed himself looking at the endless aping mirrors of this creation

In quest for the rainbow mind, his vision was the Holy Grail that promised him with the sanctity of an only true order

That legend lived on the road to olmo-lung-ring

Magic quatrain of the laughing lines square a root of the Bon in upper kingdom of Tibet

They found him sitting there, his beard and the cross not worn by time’s destitutions

His eyes affixed at a point were moving like a force that generates the power of multiple transformations

Far below the seated throne, the river rippled its way into the golden heart

Ad majorem Dei gloriam- Glory to the god of the New Race

The birds flew where the wind blew; the sky was a haunted thread of Kuntu Zangpo

In the realm of alblackica, only the true thing will remain

In the realm of alblackica, “the old order changeth yielding place to new”.

In the realm of alblackica, there is light shining in the red darkness of frovahin-dawn

Truth cometh soon will reshape the destiny of the whole creation.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The old order changeth yielding place to new”.- The Passing of Arthur, Alfred Tennyson

 

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

 

 

Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon

Olmo Lungring, Samij Datta, 2012

Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon

Consciousness-Analogue

The four apostles are the tetra-terra streams of light

They advance towards the everlasting sea

The dragon submerges the truth in the cradle of darkness

Peacock elephant snow lion horse – thou art come within and shine

Thou art the secret messengers of the sacred land ‘olmo-lungring’

From the cave of the Neanderthal, the Bonpo gazes at the pristine stars of Shenrab

No beginning or end have ever won him any glory

He was the child of his own thoughts killing the hours by the seconds in the years

His friend was the rivers that spoke with the trees talking about Michelangelo

His words were metaphors that etherized a desert with the menthol of Alma mater

His verse were the true link of a polymerase chain in the Satprem of Sri Aurobindo

In the alpha-square of the geo-hunet gravity the leopards are eating the Frankenstein of the race

Let time be the tool in the wheel of fire to reshape the moment on a frictionless road

Let new words be the design of merit born from the gulf of differences to institutionalise individual development and progress

Known is the unknown chapter in the Gnostic book of the dead

Towards the non-dual social sign the symbol are the letters written on Savitri

The moon climbs on the back of her hair

The red face is the lotus of the Alblackica fountain

Spring calls the fleeting birds in the tower of Babel

Allow them to speak with thy tongue

Let thy chaos be moulded into the antiquity of consciousness

Let thy mind be vacant with it

Anadiutsakendre jage rat

Karagar theke lanthan niye ay

Akasher chari haste bhorer ananda ke tapriza pathay tar shei chithi

Uttor madhur ek Taranga te anabil ak hashi

Jano ure jay ramdhanu nadiyay alor chande ak nadi

Chalo jai surjer par dhore sagar mohonay

Srot ashim ek srot

Nei samay, “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”. – II- A Game of Chess, The Wasteland, 1922- T.S. Eliot

 

 

 

Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring

I- Gnostic Symbol, Samij Datta, 2012

Words are Morphological Instruments of Gnostic Symbols within the Magic Domain of Olmo Lungring: No-Thing is a Kind of Dimensional Action, wgw-Specific, Time Event (In the Beginning will be the End)

Consciousness-Analogue

River is the source of the ocean beneath the mountains

They assume the shape of a dolphin migrating into the Yungdrung

Sometimes words are just shapeless destinies of many creations

Words are words in the pink fabric of the sky after the dusk light has settled carrying vehicles of rishi angiras

Empty signs are no more the simulacra of minds clothed in reason

They have verified the truth they drank from the cup of the examiner’s chalice

What promise is unfounded in the land of the gods? What crown awaits the final Apocalypse?

Choice is not a question before the bird of lateral freedom; the knife bleeds as much as the flesh

Sitting amidst a ruin of broken prayers he has seen time pass into the dignity of no-thing

Pebbles glide into pebbles rock tumbles and falls into the waters rhyming with the winds

Their natural state can hold infinite realities within the dream of a momentary circle

Silence recovered from sleep restores the meaning of an impossible-possibility

There are no anagrams in the evacuation of space by time in the truth-circle of san-zan-van infinity

The golden light at the hour of the Ark is the only true saviour in the eight-fold mountains

Shantih…Shantih…Shantih.

– Joy Roy Choudhury