Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception

Lao Tzu

Lao Tzu

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception 

 

Walking is an act of submission of the self

Time is the quarzon self

Stretching itself beyond the creation

A rainbow disc of dao de jing

The great ascended masters are coming back again…

Through this way…

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Walking is the will of the Supreme able to manifest its own elements

Earth, Air, Fire, Water form the  tetrahedral grid of the Yahweh

We walk into the hall of light

Disappear into the void

Reappear again in our astral self

Our Bio-electric circuits running fast from one level to another

Changing dimensions as we move

Eternally changing

Lahiri-Mahsaya

Lahiri-Mahsaya

To perfect the very act of walking

an experience of a red supergiant star with its suprenova

A dwarf star with its cosmic microwave background

On the terrace we call the sky, on the surface of cold ice

In between caverns and rock edifices

In the holy core, in the conscious interior

Like a sphinx we walk

Invisibly connecting the ancient spirit with the supramental

Walking is the silent speech of the Jiva- an act of higher manifestation

Walking constructs language and hidden geometries

Silence is the labour of pain invoking the hidden powers

Walking release the passion of the mind

We capture images, we tell stories, we make things happen

The multiverse speaks to us

The journey rewards our occult fantasy

Slowly taking us to the ecstatic point

That calls forth our pilgrimage

And our existence…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

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William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

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William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

Consciousness-Analogue

The mystical belongings of the ancient race can trace itself to the Forests of Arden

Time’s enormity is confined in the quadro-dynamics of the mind’s ear (the history of Sruti from Silence)

The cobble stones that make the road are the feet of your words in a trance like state

A quantum journey that man must partake to reach the prefix of his destiny

Dissolved in that forest of silence, the Brahman is the true Shakti of the magnetic force

The fermions exchange with bosons in the Last Supper of the creation’s rite

Parallel universes do exist in the nano-infinity of the tall tree (the ancient Vauxhall tribe of the Red Indians)

Within the realm of the magnificent architecture, Shambhala opening its gates of freedom

With the closed-aperture of the individual’s camera choice in the whole macrocosm

The bark is the feather of the winged-war horse

That dives into the ocean of everlasting love

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

To recreate the Dwarka or Alexandria or Rome or Athens

From the sea-voyage of the sun in the moon’s chalice of the midnight sonata

These are revelations of the ancient stone in the khwa-zim-uvra space

Broken harps of platinum may sing that song of the road for ages to come

Connect with that storage information system in the cells

You may receive an answer from the abode of lights.

– Joy Roy Choudhury