James Joyce and the Subatomic Quest for the Chalice: The Final Grail of Quantum Identification

  James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

James Joyce, Monalisa, 2012

 “I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes”. – ‘Araby’, James Joyce

The Grail Chalice is the outward symbol of man’s final quest for beauty – the beauty that exists in love, and in life- its that enlightening aspect of self-transformation in things. Without it, life is a sordid cup of sorrow, the artist cannot paint the Madonna of the mind or the Monalisa  of the dream. The Buddha is the Christ in the mediation of the cross on the rose of the eternal coin. That coin is the tree of prosperity,the kiss the final wealth to be accumulated by the outpouring of grace – winter harvests the spring of the early descent of the Lord into the monsoon of green vegetation thereby renewing the cycle of life from birth to birth, and from that birth to the rebirth in immortality. The sacred wish is to attain that liberty- the dzochen is the beauty self-preparation for that stage by acquiring the consciousness to enable the process.

Time was the fragment of the stone, Chintamani

Time was the unconscious element flowing in the stream that gives recognition to objects

The quantum wave is the writing on the stone, the scripture of the artist

God whose sacred poetry is the prose of the Stephen Daedalus in the many moments of the light travelling from the point of origin

Sun gods are young in the nubile river of the diction, words afraid of the meta-entanglement are jumping like seagulls into the sea

They cannot see the heavy rock that takes the shocks of the waves transmuting the pain into the litanies of the full moon joy- birth to birth is rebirth and the end is immortality.

To Shambhala, the future is the locked secret of the sweet envisioning

The King can see over the cold Gobi desert

that the world is about to change

as destined in the words of the prophetic oracle

Man is the choice for the next experiment in evolution…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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Wassily Kandinsky’s Around the Circle and The Absolute In-Quest of the Mind in the Parabrahman-Circle (To Find Exact Truth Shape)

Around the Circle, Wassily Kandinsky,Guggenheim Museum, New York

“I applied streaks and blobs of color onto the canvas with a palette knife and I made them sing with all the intensity I could…” -Wassily Kandinsky (1866-1944)

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If colours fill the mind’s radiating canvas
Then objects come in to live in the meta-space of subjectivity
That quantum hyperspace is a dense forest full of a ring of star-shaped possibilities /wave of possibilities
Time immobile function in the prism automates the anahata chakra of the heart
The will is a dimensionless entity – non-local and discontinuous, within a tangled circle
You will, therefore, you exist in your free-state
You will, so, you change
You are forever
You are ever forever
You are, therefore, not
And verily you are not.
(The Absolute In-Quest of the Mind in the Parabrahman Circle)
Truth operation = case index of 55-creation-55 is grativ-grativ-grativ
Exact truth shape (YYR) = 1 and 1 before 1
– Joy Roy Choudhury

Integral Function Synthesis in Cellulose Matter and Dynamic Polarization of Matter Anti-Matter

 

Maha-Kali (Mother Eternity), Monalisa, 2012

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Steal the dawn from the desk

All that matters is put to test?

The sky is blue with purple fangs

Through the eye it hangs and hangs

In the storm the night is young

Riding strong

 The xenon calf of light

Flight…fly to the qubin serpent of immortality

Every vessel is a moonstone computing algorithms

The nectar of the sun is cellulose matter on alblackica grid

Beyond a micro-gravity point in a circle

Beyond Wheeler-Feynman data of causal time-symmetries

It lives and relives its action without any effort

Action dispenses inaction of order multiplying chaos of self-prophetic integers

Negating chance of an individual occurrence of an event

An abacus of mind is the hand of god in a space less infinitude of countless zeroes diffusing itself larger than one in the whole creation.  

Adi Buddha, Monalisa, 2012

If from an unrecognized quantum frame of substance you derive the logic of a hyper-particle existence then the quanta of energy is the throughput of quark inflow in the strata of sonic equilibrium of an active dimensionless void medium. Zero is the orthocentre of a primitive computational system whose integral functions determine the strange quirky behaviour of sub-atomic integers when they are put in a relational sequence to it. Reason is the master key to determine the irrational pervasive ‘inaction’ in the creational matrix that impact even-odd binary integers in an event-horizon when seen through the helioscope of matter as consciousness. Matter is yatter as vatter consuming time-yume-yime of self-incarnating dots on the inelastic pachyderm of ancient consciousness.

Samayer tulonay samay anek ageyey chale

Gati path je dharay abyahato rayechey shei karunay barshito hay alokmandali

The galaxies are frozen hexa-cones on the axis of time-zime realization of matter as consciousness

Chetonar palimatir sta re sabvatar dhan udbhid hate saptarishi mandaler je kuhutan tar ananda shodhon pathe dikhya dey jagatik shaktir- ei jagatik shakti ek din janma dey je samaj babosthar tar nam Democracy

Manush jekhane janak shekhane prati karmer prati sraddha ene dey agragati-

To be progressive one sacrifices time and time in return grants evolution of consciousness.

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman

 

MEYAXEKA ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2012

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman

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The beauty is submerged in the synthesis of time with consciousness

Time Square is the α-vitruvian man

He is the source of the primal light

He is the chalice/cup of the matter in the sun of the ancient years

Transforming the directions in the inelastic dual spin in dark-energy condensates

Wavicle and in the praviculin wavicle, the sector of light atom density

Has remembered the sonic diagram of cardiovascular muscles in the golden ratio

His ship is an integer after normal diffraction; the cross is a super-involuted wind-truth

It makes the flower dance, the river sing and the thunder roar

3 actions in simultaneous equations are the poetry of the supermind

Alblackica-vigrahaman-alblackica

The lunar constellations are joyful in the varltumin camera of x-position y-excitations

Z is the zion of the Daneb in the heavy Altair of the Cygnus

Light is a candle in the sub-space of an alter

Time denominations are the super-fluid history in the sempiternal voyages in The Dark Side of the Moon

A spoonful of algebra Keep Talking like music

And the Sphinx is a rooster calling the stars by their nyaobhim-clock opera cylindrical arm.

Mind of Brahman {Meta-Limb-Mind} = {infinite-finite-infinite-finite} {active-part-internal-active-part-external}

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

Grefuhaman: The Syllogisms of a Motionless Time as with the Higher Cause behind the Para-Brahman Lila

Grefuhaman, Samij Datta, 2012

The Syllogisms of a Motionless Time as with the Higher Cause behind the Para-Brahman Lila

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A tapestry of flower becoming the heliographic stars

(integral synthesis of matter and spirit via Lixasinath-Narayana, active vertical-space-driver domain-9 perpetual motion particle- Height less Burn-Fusheyon)

Flowing through a rhythm base of time in-constant

Myriads of being float in and out of the subsystem of matter through consciousness

And through the syllogisms they merge into the unity of the whole

Paradox itself is a paradoxical vessel that breaks into units when composed into a hymn

The fire and earth can blend with ether vibrating medium of the mind

And in the waters of rebirth, they form their unison with the imaginary abacus   

Words connect with words, consciousness with consciousness

Grefuhaman alone in the wild deserts of eternity

From there it all began, the quest for the light, the seeking for knowledge

Caravans are moving across a horizon of sands

The sun is about to fade out, the vesper about to reveal her senses

She has come with her glory and the might, in the queen Alblackica night

Huang truang mrinumva tavath

Huang truang mrinumvha tavat

Hari Om Tat Sat (3)

Chit Chit

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Village Supramental on Anti-Matter Simran Bond of Alblackica

RURAL CUBISM, Samij Datta, 2012

Village Supramental on Anti-Matter Simran Bond

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Green is a square elongated field, silent without motion, almost a place of worship where the co-cubic vectors of anti-matter time are surreally visible to one who is a witnesser to the event; i see in the corn cup this lateral elongation as a cyclical anti-cyclical process emerging that defines the positioning of the following metonymic particles: grasut, gravi, gerom and knabut; in the hari om tat sat, hari is om tatat hari in every iota of the wave-function PSI; in the rural supramental field Sri Chaitanya is every Christ worshipped by the prophet in the haritatat moon; this moon is the self of the yellow submarine in the old man’s house and that is Hemingway; the Llamas are walking on Hermitian space with Corinthian grace-loop in every hammer of Hephaestus.

She is the one I know she too is real in hyphenations within time

Connecting vowels with consonant-ships of Vasco Da Gama 1498 times infinite-YYT years

Xerut-worship-juvak

Utkala-fr-utkala-maha prabhu

Love is the ocean of rasa (3x)

Time is a shapeless shape-yak

Watching the star signs on the sky I say

In the simran-bond matter holds the anti-matter time in the grace circle of parabrahman

Time is a shapeless shape-penguin

Higgs field = apparent vacuum/(red shift > Gluon acceleration on Fermion)

Alblackica rivers are timeless anomalies of the sempiternal time

Al-farir gekaxino yellow huan rose tat-flower-moon-vlakev cross (Cape of Good Hope)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Lila-Tat Technology of the Origin of Origins in the 7 Square Circles of the One

Tribal Art (Bengal Patachitra), 2012

The Lila-Tat Technology of the Origin of Origins in the 7 Square Circles of the One

Terrible terrible Rosalind, Orlando, the ethanol substance was the burning deck of the cosmos fiery like the trees taken by the fire and ships taken by the storm in the seas; dreams are figures of the dead horse putting their conventional mass energy conservation into objects of formal visualization, the decrax-blind eye that made Benod Bihari feel the pulse of the wave front particles dancing in the skies with the reflected colors of their own selves; the tortoise was a question to the rabbit unanswered because the leaf is the sign-language graphic card of a diagram and the wood-petal, the cuneiform fruit of matter’s own plasticity in the supreme consciousness of the world where red is not red but red in every black vector diagrams of the white; to touch is not to see but to feel what is unfelt, the navel springs the river from the Alblackica mornings into the fields of san-zan infinity where alphabets are churned and rearranged continuously to make sense out of an unseen nonsense, the paradox is the smile of the oceanic feeling, numbers put their feet on numbers and climb the stairway to the heaven;

The zeppelin was an isomer of poly vinyl chloride to touch the Brahman of the Para-Brahman circles in a cash-back policy to win what is already won in the xon of the ron and make sense of that in the plastic surgery of patients paying euros at the cost of their lives; to dream, as Freud has said was good, the dream-riders are not patients of patience-paralipsis but riders of fortune in the limb-cast-wall-mind of the creatrix who turns his chapters into Lewis Carol’s Quantum Verse, The Hunting of the Snark, reading it by the daylight and buying that light and walking under the night shade of the Teutonic times to square the equation whose root is in the algebra of the equidistance from the centre that’s within the bio-centre of the geodesic vertebrae of the cross-dawn synthesis of a polyglossia in the zero-one…two curvatures of the quantum aborigines. Space is not space in the psycho-kinesis of hyperspace but a kind of time that’s within the dream unmanifest of the origin of origins. Circles play interplay with each other meaning what they mean 7 together in the Lila-tat technology trime-nawa-nawa-nawa-trime…As You Like It!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Rotating Dynamo of the Dynamic Mind In The Celestial Environment of Shambhala: The Meher-Rose Chalice is the Bliss of Extreme Purity (On the eve of Meher-Baba’s Birthday, 25th Feb, 2012)

WAY TO GYAN-GANJ I (SHAMBHALA)/Samij Datta, 2011

The Rotating Dynamo of the Dynamic Mind In The Celestial Environment of Shambhala: The Meher-Rose Chalice is the Bliss of Extreme Purity

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The box-capital strength of the Sun in Lorentz magnetic field yields currents that run parallel to a cyclostyle dynamo; within the tree the creation of the self takes birth into the horizontal petals of the lateral axis, and, as the stem-sepal bond of Meherabad grows strong with time, the evolution takes shape, sees itself in the horse-mirror of the cheval glass; a random access point is an emerging loci traversed by the currents within the circle-trapezohedron-square-rectangle; the gemming stones of the purple beads are the grey ashes of the water-sand clock that dilutes the space-time vertex in a multi-lateral shift that takes place in the d-creation-d. If the eye is the nose of the lips that smell the tuberose in the evening chapters of a cool summer breath, then the field of current within and outside the box-capital cube is an epigram of musical tonality that Savitri must translate into the matter of the self and from that into the higher frequency of the ultraviolet end of the spectrum into finer elements of the zabber of the para-brahman and anti-parabrahman circle.

Each antipode is the directional constant of the Meher-duniya of the red rose that holds the suspension of the dawn in a chalice of vertebrate columns; light to light is always a de-facto light, darkness the feet on which the mountains float like rivers and oceans in the creational ether of zero, one and many. The drape of the morning dew is a window-operative index of creative imagination that has a story made into a non-film art with no narrative sub-texts but only a palimpsest that has the undertones of the Shambhala light and bliss; Razder and Vaxuta are climbing the steps from where the leaf appears as the wings of a mountain that has no desire to isolate itself from the core of the earth, it was burning in the three-fold gateways of the river centroids on a piece of paper of acidic strength that is not less than one; rose is a rose of essential alphabets that can sing the onomatopoeic songs of the oozing from the honeycombs in the woods; that’s a spring in the diurnal time, the vesper is a remote sensing device to understand the relative workings of objects in the creation according to their shape, size manifestation and symmetrical-asymmetrical variable patterns. The proportion or ratio is a dance that forms the essential route to map a table or a chair with respect to a tusk of ivory or with a handful of grasses picked fresh from a garden of twilight dreams. Real is always the real in many relative frames of the real, the absolute is the per-decra truth of the amsolute in the aksolute to measure alpa dimension that one sees in beta-alpha particle-consciousness in the zeta fluid-dimension of the Vega.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Meher-Baba’s photograph taken from his home at Pune (2011) /25th Feb is Meher Baba’s birthday marked by celebration at his Samadhi on Meherabad Hill.

Netaji’s 115th Birth Anniversary, 23th Jan 2012: Divine Mother’s Consciousness In the Light of the Coming Time- The Final Purushottam Lila

Netaji’s 115th Birth Anniversary, 23th Jan 2012: Divine Mother’s Consciousness In the Light of the Coming Time- The Final Purushottam Lila 

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A pure reflection of what we stand for our courage

Glasses stand for classes that do not exist

Although they exist in the intellectual virtuosity of the rational mind

But those who stand above in the clear consciousness of the being

For them man is equal to man and shall be to the divine

For the divine only spells the need for a classless being

In the dome celestial autonomy of a higher magnitude

Strength of knowledge and pure heart can win back and write the order of a new destiny

There syllables are the link with the past and the future

Mahabharata written many times in the handbook of the master’s soliloquy

The chariot wheels have fastened the words faster than time

And in the logbook of the eternity the dead is not dead

Neither frozen like the stars few million light years away

Vermillion stains on the bark tree-time                                                  

Can chant the mantra of the oblivious seed

But on the seashore sands the alphabets of man’s freedom

Await the journey of the final light

The sun was a shadow at the time of eclipse

The ravens only saw the tentacles of the crawling night

But none saw beauty’s petals that composed the lines on a fair dreaming horizon

It was the colors and music that gave birth to the grasses for harvesting a new life

Changes conquer the fallen world the consciousness ripens the truth

And in the yellow submarine of the Parabrahman Lila

The sky was the blue beak of a green alter of space, man the bird was finally free!

Jay Jesus, Hari Om Tat Sat (3x)

Om namo Bhagavate (3x)

– Joy Roy Choudhury