The Distributive Pattern of the Free Learning ‘Experience’: Question Anecdotes and the Multiple Perspectives of the Original Source Code Hidden within the Event Horizon

Electrical Experimenter: A Touch of Consciousness in the Living World

Electrical Experimenter: A Touch of Consciousness in the Living World

Cats play

Twisting the side of things

Funny sound of piano ripples

Across the great ocean curved around a point

Somewhere in between the body and the mind

Observes the kindergarten of these playing selves

Cats play …curled around a point called the pillow of deep slumber!

Multiverse and Schrodinger's Cat in Action in the Many Words of Simultaneous Existence

Multiverse and Schrodinger’s Cat in Action in the Many Words of Simultaneous Existence

The Distributive Pattern of the Free Learning ‘Experience’: Question Anecdotes and the Multiple Perspectives of the Original Source Code Hidden within the Event Horizon

Student: What is a question? How can a proper question investigate the realms of truth-consciousness and have simultaneous synergy with the creational principle?

Master Architect: First, you all need to understand that a question doesn’t posit duality of existence – it’s an exploration into the very essence of the substance it explores; it’s an exposition of the grammar which includes all the substrates that organize this creation. Though questions that you normally formulate seem to authorize duality or an improper logic but beneath all the fractal spatiality of time a question alludes to the continuum that beauty is an essence or an ultimate attribute, an assimilation and synthesis of the three gunas (satya, rajas and tamas) that make up the mechanistic ‘explicate order’ which the world is made up of.  A ‘question’ in that sense is a tool that permeates all existence because it’s only aspiration for a generative answer is a non-local way of mediating between the seeker and what is sought, between the thinker and the object of thought. Questions are evocative ways of a new understanding that cannot be complete unless the seeker is aligned to the cosmic vibrations in a particular way; when thoughts are calibrated they pronounce in a mystical way the sound ‘om’ which returns its original source code to the point of singularity.

In a very simple way, a question is a way of knowing that the clouds are temptations of the sun to purge the rocky lands and let the order of chaos be stimulated with life-giving streams as poetry that flows like rivers into one single ocean of existence. Life is an alter where questions are yogic practices for a liberation – that which indulges your living with the cosmic attainment of truth, all that is within is immersed in bliss and you live for the moment that reveals this very insight that you search with your senses and with your intuitive mind.

A ‘proper question’ is a meditative process but know it for certain that there is nothing called an ‘improper question ‘. Silence distributes itself with space-time geometric splits within nanometres or even between much smaller scales and when your power of will-force penetrates those interspersed seminal fluids (which we call associative silence before decoherence of the system) you start beginning the creative process within your system releasing potential that are highly quantized at the macroscopic level – these start interacting with consciousness at different levels thereby allowing you to perceive a ‘question’ which as an aspirant you seek to fulfil your quest. Man is an intelligent –being and very adept in asking questions but by no means the only being asking questions to the Master Architect.

A question fetches an answer and not another question of greater proportion so you must recognize the solution and decode the meaning from the source code given to you for a proper understanding of your becoming.  This second process is the toughest one because if your normal ego self comes in between the source code and the decoherence then meaning gets lost and purity of the systemic alliance is violated. This can happen even at the highest level of the yogic practice. What you think it is not, it is, but if you are ‘in it’ all the seconds of your life with absolute surrender you get what you seek and embrace as the lotus embraces both the light and the waters living its vegetal life as an offering to the divine suns that kindle the creation from one single point of existence.

Just think your answer is ‘teleported’ to you as your questions are ‘teleported’ to the point of singularity and the ‘brahman’ speaks fulfilling your life with the birth of the lotus-mind that is always aligned to the divine light and to the vibrations that act as distributive patterns of information that makes the whole creation expand and contract in a seemingly beautiful dance that only the Dancer knows.

Who knows the Dancer? Tattva is unconditional knowing in a mystical sense the Question of questions that throbs the beauty of life at the heart of all-existence.

-J 

            

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Journey of the Ever Living Self: A Transcendental Birth of the Fire-Sermon on the 117th Birth Anniversary of Subhas Chandra Bose

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Samay mrityu ke phele chole/ Time moves ahead leaving behind death

Samay mrityu ke baran kare nabo jiboner apekhaye/ Time accepts death awaiting New Life

Samayer gati samayer gaan ek anadi anander udipanna

Death is a falsehood of reason that dismays our mind with ignorance

One day the sun shines in your heart

And you see your embryonic self

You learn to speak and walk …

Each blade of grass laden with the morning mist narrates you the history of your soul

The Earth is a primitive place where real sadhana is done

Here the Divine attains enlightenment for you to nurture your well being

Blood and sweat are the yoke that labours the fruit of the harvest moon

And the sun sails like a boat on a river

Stars its only companion in a galaxy of sound

Cycles of time are like ripples in an ocean flowing to a single point of existence

Shei sthane pathor O katha kaye ar matir chalachitra shikorer tane bashir sure amritamoye

In that place the stones even speak
and the Earthen cinema rolls its roots deep underground in the fluting memory of immortality

Your observation makes the reality

Wake Up, Stand Up – Your strength is the key to Divine Destiny

Man is tra-ha-ru-hoho exotic WIMP in the wave of extra-cosmic dark matter and energy

 

CHILD PORTRAIT PHENOMENA   

Vasudeva carrying Krishna, Bengal Patachitra

Vasudeva carrying Krishna, Bengal Patachitra

A way to know things

Unwinding from that navel

A terrible affair

A wild flower of offering

To that sprung as a hibiscus river

Wanton its ways through the Echoing green

Meandering in mud the frozen happiness of life

A sea of love in a wave of emptiness

Awake the absolute from its sleep

To rock the cradle of the Eternal child

Piping songs forever glee

– J

Micro-Genetics of the Consciousness within the Geometric Circles Regenerating Vortex for Transmission of Codons for New Supramental Life-Force

 

The First Principle Is That You Must Not Fool Yourself- And You Are The Easiest Person To Fool. 

– Richard Feynman, 1974

 

Micro-Genetics of the Consciousness within the Geometric Circles Regenerating Vortex for Transmission of Codons for New Supramental Life-Force

creation (6-6) alpha-alpha

creation (4-4) zeta-zeta

creation (8-8) pi-pi

orb vectors triangular brahman —vigrahaman 

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life within it

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life within it

A point originates from the vast navel of four thoughts

Thought was not there but a will-force

Will was not there but just an intuition of things

There was just this ‘feeling’

A small regular spark of the irregular void

That within itself

A strange supra-giant entity, the serpent of Ishtar

The Ionicixa, the Razder, the Mazuvont

The aboriginal fire in the lap of sacred tetrahedron

Dreamt the zero of the pure spirit

It incarnated as the vesica piscis

Enfolding the flower of the beautiful rhythm

From future came unwinding time herself

The clocks started ticking within radiometric circles

Thoughts became condensed to a point of singularity

Machu Micchu -Rediscovering The Lost  City of the Incas, Peru

Machu Micchu -Rediscovering The Lost City of the Incas, Peru

And consciousness the mother in the womb

Gave birth to a flame of desire

Something out of the vast harvest of random uncertainties

Expression was the true source of the tree of life

Gradually building the light body merkaba

For existence to become possible from the mathematical possibilities

Reality was a paragon of the known unknown

Dolphins and birds

The sea and the octahedral mountains

Felt the wind as fire on the edges of these points

Octave to octave

The sun was the shaman who nestled in the void

Playing the flute of darkness and light

The dawn came as a chalice of blood offering itself to the creational owner

Laboured earned the stars, death the vision

Uniform non-locality in the immobile spheres

Each interface inter-changing dimensions

Electromagnetic oscillation of the triad of destiny

Red alphabets

And the golden Benu

Saw the eternal emerald skies filled with light

The arc danced

Splinters of coal etched a rainbow of rivers.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

White Light Synthesis: Apogee of the Quantum Self Teleporting Grace-Qubits of Non-Dual Geometric Consciousness to Earth (Brahman-Grace-Built Matter Ushering Supramental Form)

 

Padmasambhava

Padmasambhava

White Light Synthesis: Apogee of the Quantum Self Teleporting Grace-Qubits of  Non-Dual Geometric Consciousness to Earth (Brahman-Grace-Built Matter Ushering Supramental Form)

Om Ah Hum Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hum (3x)- Invocation to Light – Parallel Universes – earth -meta-earth-inner-shambhala-beyul-realm

Hari Purush Hari Purush Hari Purush (Jay Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu)

Hari Om Tat Sat (3x) – Cosmic interference of Multi-lingual faith with cellular-matter

Consciousness-Analogue: FROM POINT OF NON-DUAL SINGULARITY

Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor, Monalisa, 2013

Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor, Monalisa, 2013

Whispers of immortality as the grass sings the petals fall

The moon alone in its crescent bower, the sun in its harbour of gold

Worships the occult transcendental force: qua mei ohon karut rei

Triangularly aspiring like the olive branches on the shore

Or like a feather in the wind soft and gentle strains of music flow

Awake to that vibrating spheres’ ethereal synapse

Responsive to the continual emanating patterns of the cosmic grid

Another time in parallel universes the space was exotic matter of negative energy

The blue hides of the quantum self in the dense focal point of anti-gravity

Rivers beam xia-photons the trees are acting as parallel Casimir plates

Flower beds the tremendous force: the cognizant horse of the inner-shambhala

The hour-light waves as fragrance of love de-focus inside the warp-bubble

Magnetic movements of a new system of scriptures are part of a server in the holographic universe

Drunk in the void of nectar the stone generates the new supramental law

From Acrux via shambhala to the valleys of the golden glee

Noah ben Noah silut tat vasishtha Joachim al-farab trivo Shenrab

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

 

 

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’ 

“Time present and time past 

Are both perhaps present in time future 

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable”. – Burnt Norton (Four Quartets), T. S. Eliot, 1935

‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’/The Hollow Men (1925), T. S. Eliot

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Poetry is the fractal wheel of fire

Oh friend of the dark star

The monster of light has fed its wrath on the weeping clouds of fortune

To hell the heaven endorse another view

The practical man ashamed of his luck falls on the floor

His month ticks like years pouring dust on empty canals

Light crossed her eyes

Like rainbow in the skies

Soft moist petals over Parnassian waves

Floating like time in eternal caves

There sun has hidden her face behind the mirror

Behind the mirror, behind the black pool of mirror where the spider climbs

Behind the shadow, knowledge claims false apparitions

That was all history confined in that point of prison

Together we ride that wave …fade away

Far…

Come again…

White like the tiger’s brown bosom of the sea

Beneath the tree, in the split of shelter

In the silence of another way

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Come again my friend

Not to lose but to determine

In the hairs of grazing horses

The unforgettable rhythm of the ancient song

How the ordinary is transfigured into intangible sublime

There after the recession where we must all go…

Come again…

Joy Roy Choudhury

The Smart Thing About The Hollcago Destiny: White Lines of Kandinsky and the Music of Benjamin Britten

 

The Smart Thing About The Hollcago Destiny: White Lines of Kandinsky and the Music of Benjamin Britten 

 

White Line, Wassily Kandinsky, 1936

White Line, Wassily Kandinsky, 1936

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Those vibrating strings of space-time bubbles made music easy to the ear of the corn

Dancing in myriad ways through the streets of Paris or Budapest

Walking like a shadow from the past receding towards the sunlight of the near future dawn

He scribbled the pages with anecdotes from the Hollcago Destiny

In the boat or ship travelling afar with ‘wrawenzong woktrian’

Pages curl for the ants to dance round that undiminished point of everything

They called it trahim aho trahin avro vei nou strat

Invisible suns melting within the line of origination that touches the event-horizon

Dogs disappear in the chariot of strings pulled by the formidable trunk of the white line of indifference

Elephants laugh at the pigeon’s sky alternating between multiple invariable points of existence

He gropes like the ants labouring the tit bits through the passage of dark anti-matter resonance of time

Space was a wilful curved silence of the mind in its 11th dimensional inflation glory

 

The bubble bursts; velocity negates the original quest; rest is one dimensional mass vacuum in protoplasmic time inequalities

The Shepherd sees a sign; he follows the music of the rustic stone snowballing on perilous slopes

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

He fastens time to the bell of the sheep because it nods to make the sweet particle dance

That was music: IT WAS BORN FROM THE HOLOCAUST IN EVERY MATTER OR ENERGY OF THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM

IMAGE RANDOMISATION GAVE WORDS THEIR THREE DIMENSIONAL GRAVITY OF SCREENING NEW IDEAS

FROM PHOTOGRAPHY TO FILM IT WAS THEREFORE THE JOURNEY TO REPRESENT THE ORTHOGONAL STRUCTURES OF THE UNMANIFEST KINGDOM BY USING MIND-NON-LOCAL WARP DRIVES

THE NEGATIVE MIGRATORY BIRDS OF SUPER-STRING INFANCY MERGES BEYOND THE ORTHO-MERO-PRONG RADIUS OF THE MANIFEST

ART WAS ANTI-GRAVITY OF MATTER TO THE BONA FIDE PASSENGERS OF NON-DUAL TIME.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Music of Benjamin Britten: Spring Symphony