MEDITATION ON ART AS AN ARRANGEMENT OF REALIZATION IN TIME: TRACING THE LIGHT AS PERCEIVED BY THE OBSERVER

MEDITATION ON ART AS AN ARRANGEMENT OF REALIZATION IN TIME: TRACING THE LIGHT AS PERCEIVED BY THE OBSERVER

 

Mahadevi Art from Bikaner Rajasthan circa 1600-1800 courtesy The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Mahadevi Art from Bikaner Rajasthan circa 1600-1800 courtesy The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Art is an arrangement of realization in time

Time is therefore a phenomena allowing perceptual cognition

Subjective ideation is a functional variable of time having a fixed component- the real and the other imaginary (unfixed)

Imaginary component is a dream analogue to other alternate versions of reality

Reality is a differentiated undifferentiated perpetual bubble composed of many frequencies

The imaginary time (Ti) creates loops spinning back to eternity

There the logocentric mind is defined as the Supreme Para-Brahman

This is the point from which the external reality of the manifestation starts as expansion of space (Akasha)

And at this point the internal reality of the supra-unmanifest opens into higher non-dual realms

Each co-existing fundamentally within each other with degree zero separation

Therefore the art and the artist are not separate but one unique dynamic energy experience in consciousness

This inseparability is experienced as the flux, a movement

Stillness acquires the perfection of a million bodies when it moves without moving

Let there be peace in our thoughts

Divine Mother in Japan

                                                                      Divine Mother in Japan

Let there be peace in our minds

Let there be peace in our breath

Let there be peace in our bodies

Meditate on ‘Om Shantih Shantih Shantih’

“We sat together in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the company of our soul, and we witnessed the gates of Eternity opening wide before us”. – 5th Jan 1955, Pondicherry- Divine Mother

 

-J

 

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On the Occasion of Divine Mother’s 137th Birth Anniversary-The Part She Plays in Orchestrating the Work: From the Streets of Paris to Feeding Pigeons to Stars and Galaxies/21st February 2015

Divine Mother on the streets of Paris

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa in front of St Mark’s Basilica, Venice, Italy

Feeding the pigeons

Chonemorpha fragrans, Frangipani vine

Chonemorpha fragrans, Frangipani vine

Feeding the world

Feed in your heart

With her love song

Its stronger than a kiss

Softer than the sun

In the playground of the sky

run run run

Time cannot juxtapose synergies of an ancient truth; they are prevalent in the musical travelogues of the troubadours. With each passing day, the tree has expressed its own offering to the creation in an almost silent way. The fruit has gathered the flower’s morphogenetic vibrations in a little note from a bird that will nest in the future. Rhythm of an arcane moment eternise the Rialto so it can taste the artistic freedom of a higher existence. You may honour the season’s paeans in the sweet gesture of a firefly that sees every end as a cyclical reverie of the moon- this is the root of remembering the being visited by a sudden light half sunk in the river of ecstasy.

“A Light there is that leads, a Power that aids;

Unmarked, unfelt it sees in him and acts:

Ignorant, he forms the All-Conscient in his depths,

Human, looks up to superhuman peaks:

A borrower of Supernature’s gold,

He paves his road to Immortality”.  (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

Silken center touched by the scream in meditative stillness will generate karma from the vacuum grid – feeding the heart with her songs …regain consciousness  in the bliss of business called divine life – from light you are earning the gift of vision to experience…from darkness you are learning the deep solitude of the epiphany of space-time causal-rhyme

Divine Mother in a Playful Mood with Puppies

Divine Mother in a Playful Mood with Puppies

Feed the pigeons

Feed the puppies

Feed the world

Like your lassie

each wounded bird tells its story to the dim forest branches; scattered by the winds the starlight pierces the soft warm skin beneath…its last song is the theatrical eternal fossil that plays out time to capture Bresson’s decisive moment…Are you awake to Andre Gide, Marcel Proust and the oracles of Rimbaud?

 

She feeds the stars from the pigeons; the pigeons from the stars…

Keep faith

As you wait…

Tomorrow the song will be sung

By all…

-J

Video Concept & Voice by Monalisa/Words by J

 

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967 From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967
From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

“I am willing that the seasons should wear me out

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 – 1891)

To you, Nature, I surrender;

With my hunger and all my thirst.

And, if it please you, feed and water me.

Nothing, nothing at all deceives me;

To laugh at the sun is to laugh at one’s parents,

But I do not wish to laugh at any thing

And may this misfortune go free.”

– Arthur Rimbaud, May 1872 (May Banners/Bannieres de Mai)

 

THE QUESTION IS WHAT IS THE QUESTION? – John Archibald Wheeler, Physicist (Address to American Physical Society, 2003)

 WHY DID PRABHU JAGAT BANDHU SUNDOR WENT TO PARIS B/W 1890-1892 AND THEN RETURNED TO BRINDAVAN?

“To track down a theory of everything, we might have to accept that the universe only exists when we are looking at it…”- Prof. Vladko Vedral, Univ. Of Leeds

“Our overall approach has thus brought together questions of the nature of the cosmos, of matter in general, of life, and of consciousness. All of these have been considered to be projections of a common ground. This we may call the ground of all that is, at least in so far as this may be sensed and known by us, in our present phase of unfoldment of consciousness. Although we may have no detailed perception or knowledge of this ground it is still in a certain sense enfolded in our consciousness…

–          Wholeness and the Implicate Order, David Bohm

GRAVEDIGGER 

“But age with his stealing steps

Hath clawed me in his clutch                    

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

And hath shipped me into the land

As if I had never been such”.

(throws up a skull) (V.i.63-64) HAMLET/Shakespeare

 

Thirsty roots

Revel in the rain

Forgives pain

Anonymous self-resolute

A flower in the dream

Eternity swing

Motionlessly…

From a cracked earthen pot

A joy comes forth

Lilting grace

Fill the place

Mixing with elements

Oblivious turn

Of the urn

An azimuthal projection of the Unborn Self

Time to reveal or can never test its Absoluteness

Can never test whatever or nothing

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor (1871- 1921)

Twilight cuddles baby bats in the velvet sky

Reminding seasons in hell gone-by

And clouds wrap the bud’s promise in the fire of the sun

They hear the crystal bell laugh and run

And mountains that climb up to the sky

To meet

To meet the Eye

And then fall apart in bundled pairs

In the valley of stars underneath the ocean floor

Did you know more?

That a column of light is tapping the feet of sound

Gently you can hear

A whisper amidst evening tear

After the last rainbow surged a drop in the sky

Emanating beautiful rhythms that can sustain by

Lyrically a wave upon wave crystallizes a superposition of things

In that order and coherence a unified script is written, perhaps

The law unfolds a unique super-evolution of things

Subtle bodies command a vibration in the universe

They participate in an ecstatic dance (Omega Point Transformation Junction/Reverse Kinesynthesis)

Body through the psychic-temple opens gates to other worlds

Not in dreams but in reality you can travel through them

Words ratiocinate the pi-bosonic orchestration of meanings

And light stamps out ignorance on the cold milky-oceanway

Riding the chariot, He comes forth towards the destined meeting point

He who travels with us is blessed

He who travels is blessed

The first flash

An enigma

Existence as real signed to be.

 

– J

 

 

 

 

 

Un Voyage Mystique: Celebrating Divine Mother’s 136th Birth Anniversary, 21st Feb, 2014

WATCH VIDEO IN YOUTUBE/CONCEPT, EDITING, VOICE by Monalisa

Script/Poetry by J

Un Voyage Mystique: Celebrating Divine Mother’s 136th Birth Anniversary, 21st Feb, 2014

Mirra Alfassa, Divine Mother circa 1890s

Mirra Alfassa, Divine Mother circa 1890s

Un voyage mystique

It starts as a mystique journey that our existence as notes on a vibratory string

Orchestrates the great feeling of love

A whole universe with its varied life-forms

Pulsating like a bubble in the eternal field

We partake of this vision as a great spectacle

Parisian colours infused with spring’s eau de cologne

Gave liberty to the artist’s mind

Clutching the never ending light

Serrant la lumiere sans fin

And the poet etched on the rock’s silent footprints of time

Twilight tongue that tastes the sweet reverie of the stars

Divine Mother

Divine Mother

Burning like a candelabra in the midnight womb of the opal sky

Tears rolling sands like a smile upon waves

To a flower in a boutique

By a glass window

Seagulls fly…

And are forever motionless

Flickered in the eye of the great preceptor

The melodious light that awoke the god’s from their diurnal sleep

Time’s passage nests the opera of the self

In the great wilderness lies our cosmic destiny

As real yet unreal as it seems

The never ending Parisian dream!

Le reve parisien sans fin

– J

Touchstone of the Poet’s Mind at the Coronation of the King: Ceremony of Time in the Solar Plexus of Jim Morrison

 

Touchstone of the Poet’s Mind at the Coronation of the King: Ceremony of Time in the Solar Plexus of Jim Morrison 

Jim Morrison, Paris, 1971/Photograph by Gilles Yepremian

Jim Morrison, Paris, 1971/Photograph by Gilles Yepremian

I

Stillness preserved in spectrum

The valley grows like a fig tree

It shows signs of cancer

Mountain dogs laughing

Midnight rolling dust into clouds

Wondering the inane hour’s magic vision

What got us into this trial?

This scene was enacted once more

 

Without the tragic actors or the comedians

Horus, Egyptian God

Horus, Egyptian God of the Sky

The graves of the protagonist reach out for the Milky Way

After all, there is some space for the grand architecture

For the towers of the sun to erect themselves

From the mud ashes and the bones

We are here for the pleasure of it all

Watching seagulls fly across the golden shore.

II

Luminous words from a point like singularity

Travel like the mythical birds

They own their cradle to the Egyptian gods

Hibiscus flower

Dying in an hour

Resuscitate the sonic diagram of the sun

Pale amorous night of infinite parallels

Crystallize thought’s beacon of flights

Soon the curtain will be raised

And the light will be shed b/w distances.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT

 

THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT 

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours are splashed by the sun’s primal meridian

Evoking the silence of silvery nights

Dim light’s ambrosiac reminiscer of the seas

Over a book of Hamlet, recollecting

Ancient coins, stamps, murals and seals

Time’s prolific mistress Ophelia is drowning

Drowning in the indistinguishable ether of memory

At the bottom of the floor the mosaic patterns mirror oblivion

Unoccupied by the birth of a star or a stream that flows by in

Words are radioactive decay of atoms causing collapse

Silence is the superposition

Thinking allows us to master the universe

In the holy Ajna, the sacred fire is the peacock’s wish to dance like the rain

Darker the clouds lighter the burden of the sinuous hills

And as the peaks coiled like serpent’s tail He Fathered the deep symmetry of the race

 

 

Events that become the ground reality of things self-collapsed into one possible nothingness frame

Rest all are mathematical projections of the hyperspace functions

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

The candle doesn’t mark the end of time but eternity

As long as we live as ‘one in many’, in the many fields of the Symbolist Movement

Crossing the frontier with Mallarme and Laforgue

Into the dead analogous world of parallel uncertainties

Paris transfigures

As Rome as Venice

The flowers in the garden

Bringing Her glory of the spring

Nestled in the relative harmonics of simultaneity

Sharp like the knife’s edge in the chill delirium

Voices ringing in the far-off shores

Felt the constant stillness of the soul.

The actor suffers to deliverance

The mob cracks; the walls, the fire

‘THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT’

Far and beyond as near to nearness compelling thy light

To manifest itself in the synecdoche of universal bliss.

 

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘There is no more firmament’, one-act surrealist play by French playright Antonin Artaud, 1920s

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

 

 

 

Nonlocal Circuit in Quantum Leap: Self-Integrating the Boson Jump into Wave Cloud Possibilities Using Monet’s Landscape and Rodin’s Sculpture

Sunset at Lavacourt, Claude Monet, 1880 (Impressionism)

Consciousness-Analogue

The sun has floated its wings on the mirror of the sea,

 On a river plate, painting its shapes with wonderful images

Lakshmi-Narayana and the Kalchakra and Gita

A song embodiment of the rudra-veena, vayu-vyas, deva-putras

Carrying through it, Horus and Hathor and the Tigris and Euphrates

In the broken arms of the lost sailing ships, Artemis and Durga

Apollo, Demeter, Jupiter, Athena and Aphrodite

Sat-Tat-Lila in the stringed melody of Gopala

In the memory of the cross-fountain of final crucifixion

In the parable of Osiris, in the Krishna-Arjuna arrow head

Faith-circle integrated by Manu as Adam in the Tree of Life

Matter wakes up to see its beauty

As do man, god and beasts

“To Carthage then I came

The Creation of Man, Auguste Rodin, circa 1900/ Garden Villa, Meudon, Paris

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest     310

                                 burning

In the futile hours of the night,

The stars in their boyhood dreams

Saw light swirling like a monster into light and endless light

The serpent swallowed them all

In the figure a figure or just a dancing head of nothing but them all

See into widening space, into the crown of the Jehovah lapping the last drop of the real absolute

Eternity into time in the mind-caves of Shambhala

Remembering the day spend in the frank oneness of things

As a cult in the dream of Rodin’s creational manuscript

I saw entangled

In the lion of the speech

The tiger wrath of the ocean

Deep inside,

The mountains of that in this is empty

In the rising of the chalice of darkness

Charioting the dawn mist blue sky of further electrospherical fields

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– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “To Carthage…burning” (The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot)

Interconnecting the Mind-Systems with Application Processes in the Various Exoplanets and Galaxies to Reconstruct One World Order Super Race/Civilization

Boxet-23, Samij Datta, 2012

Interconnecting the Mind-Systems with Application Processes in the Various Exoplanets and Galaxies to Reconstruct One World Order Super Race/Civilization 

connect continents through esso-loop via Altamira/Gyan-Ganj and replicate order over Achintya-Bheda-Abheda-Tattva

christ on christ is christ to christ dark matter hachinto yoching

Consciousness-Analogue

The oceans are full of honey dew the horse carrying the carriage

The mountains spring through the wind tunnels

There’s no one inside, there is almost nothing

But only a cave with its jaw opening in time to engulf this creation

This cave is the cave of the ixom-hum nevrat plasir tat sat

Reverat trom hunir alpam sovereign symbol of a master less key of the entire design

That has the secret codes of the next evolution

Truth is not truth but a chip-box alblackica in the dream of Savitri

Her eyes are steadfast on the self-incarnating point in the golden vessel

Laminar equi-brihat coefficient of spiritual matter is 0>1<0

To this we may pray so we stand the test of time to see who we are in the great day for freedom

To the mind is the mind in the mind by the mind in the canvas of Shambhala

Afternoon slept so peacefully looking at the sun disappear in the sky

The crow became the supergiant star in the plabix years of tetra-ionic bliss

A moment is called in by the death to integrate life in the birth of conscious existence

Stones are only stones in the zebra-prime matter of the forest moon

I am not him but only the tree of life speaking to man in the language cognition

Exum-ferrum dorset al farir zonex hari om.

– Joy Roy Choudhury