The Role of ‘Savitri’ in Understanding the Evolution of Consciousness: “The Whole in the Part and the Part in the Whole” Self-Determinism of Fourier Transform and the Cosmic Hologram Effect

Divine Mother in Japan pic 3

Divine Mother in Japan

The Role of ‘Savitri’ in Understanding the Evolution of Consciousness: “The Whole in the Part and the Part in the Whole” Self-Determinism of Fourier Transform and the Cosmic Hologram Effect

Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? by Paul Gauguin Post-Impressionism circa 1897-98

Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? by Paul Gauguin Post-Impressionism circa 1897-98

The Whole in the Part

The Part in the Whole

A flame of love

And nothing more

Creating the dynamics of field in a non-linear operating system

That offered to the Brahman, the Flower of Life (back-reaction of IT on BIT to create the retro-causal subjective sensation /self-induced excited states of Qualia)

IN THAT WHOLE PROCESS THERE IS A STILL POINT -NEITHER FORWARD OR BACKWARD IN TIME

THAT’S THE NON-TIME MATTER/YATTER ESSENCE OF CONSCIOUSNESS /SAVITRI’S SELF-DISSOLUTION OF TIME MATRIX

“OUR GREATER TRUTH OF BEING LIES BEHIND:

OUR CONSCIOUSNESS IS COSMIC AND IMMENSE,

BUT ONLY WHEN WE BREAK THROUGH MATTER’S WALL

IN THAT SPIRITUAL VASTNESS CAN WE STAND

WHERE WE CAN LIVE THE MASTERS OF OUR WORLD…” (Savitri – Sri Aurobindo)

“YO YACH CHHRADHAH SA EVA SAH: MAN IS KNOWN BY HIS FAITH”

IF THE FLOWER CAN FRUIT THE ESSENCE OF THE UNIVERSE

THEN OUR THOUGHTS EMBODY A NON-LOCAL PLANE OF CONSCIOUSNESS

WHICH HOLDS THE MATERIAL ESSENCE OF BEAUTY AND TRUTH

EACH ON A RELATIVE FRAME BASED ON OBSERVER DEPENDENT DE SITTER COSMOLOGY

THEREFORE, THE WHOLE IN THE PART IS SELF-DEPENDENT CAUSALITY UNFOLDING THE WHOLE IN EVERY PART OF A RETRO-CAUSAL HOLOGRAM THROUGH THE PROCESS OF EVOLUTION OF CONSCIOUSNESS

DUALITY IS FUNDAMENTAL IN UNDERSTANDING THE HOLOMOVEMENT

WITHOUT IT THERE IS NO TRANSCENDENCE

THE ONLY REALITY THAT IS TRANSCENDENTAL IS THE REALITY OF 1

when the grass sings

the waters clap the thunder over the hills

then know it for certain, that the sun is re-born in a conch shell

to seed the light that will become sound in yetra-yetra light years

HARI OM TAT SAT

-J

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Jon Crag Cooper American Composer

Jon Crag Cooper American Composer

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Crossing the Event Horizon at the Heart of the Self: Promise of Savitri’s The Everlasting Day

Mountains in Tahiti, Paul Gauguin

Mountains in Tahiti, Paul Gauguin

Crossing the Event Horizon at the Heart of the Self: Promise of Savitri’s The Everlasting Day

Consciousness-Analogue

Polynesian soil ouiro ouiv ouiro sacred earth

Time trunks within empty de-sitter space allows gravity to warp

Zenpha tensor bar rhythm parallel

Goric circle druid work pay load > unmanifest

At the point of intense density without vacuum fluctuations the proposition stands as zero

Metaphors are meta-entangled polynomials crossing hair pin bends in the event horizon

Within it the absolute is the Sat negative of the Chit-force of ionic acceleration

The quantum tantra of ananda is the back-spin of general relativity while describing the apparatus of singularity

Time eats the monstrous space serpent while integrating the cosmological eventuality

The point of the unqowoest gives rise to lateral membranes of the unmanifest universes

There is one in too many of these tetrahedrons– singularity from multiplicity of effect on cause

Stars hang like medallions

The night is now the everlasting day

Walking in the supramental way

The last wall of boundary collapsed like the ‘mind of the god’

Straight and curved wavy like a ripple curled inside gentle white space of the folded geometry

It connected with ‘it’ beyond ‘that’ into another self-connected pool of eternal madness

They called it ‘her majesty’s quantum miracle’

But it was nothing more than arrangement of sounds that made music the particle that falls

Rains swept the desert of ruins

Lightning struck mind with neutrinos, the Schwarzschild proton is speaking now

Flashing as it appears knowing that it disappears before words can trace the beginning of an unending parable called existence [from sat to sat via quantum stargate]

The whole became the point of immense density where measurements collapse into spectroscopic units of tetra-foliate matter (Ra-dolf eternal )

Ages hide the wisdom of suns on the skin of leaves that turn and twist

-Joy Roy Choudhury

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY! (The Alblackica Journey)

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY!

 The timeless way is the red dharma, the bazuta-swan of the Eisenstein that flies into the waters of the etheric sea with the multi-cloud fascination of the penumbra in the circle of the original unity; who flies with thee O Father of the lands? The tree is the cult of the primeval space, green as it looks in the broken hands of the meadows of grey earth, I have seen the Surya-rose horses drink from the Polynesian pools of an unupbraided innocence where Nicholas Roerich dreamt the savage cross in the genealogy of Lévy-Brühl, or in the alma-matter of an anthropologist who opened his book to revisit the first days when the moon’s octet was the lotus of a yellow sign in the wild rose of fashion, its perfume was diffused by the refraction of colors in the density of the mental primal-frame of Idaho.

Running with time, time asked the logocentric partners of a question-less identity, questions that are rough and blank,  through the mask of a painter not Stephen Dedalus but Lautréamont in the impossible barycentric heliograph of the zebra nails of spring; who else is going with you to the origin of origins if not Toulouse-Lautrec and the mannequin of the yellow Christ of Paul Gauguin? Alone with the letters in the Vitruvian cornices, the lines of poetry here are the defragmentation of a self of Artificial Intelligence: all without you and me, the life is a history of the shells in the cells and without the shells there is nothing much more to add on. Turn the wind into the energy of the sun and give waters back their lakes that you so much destroyed.

– Joy Roy Choudhury