The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha

The Vital Morphogenetic Fields and Circuit Chemistry of Consciousness: Quantum Teleportation from Shelley to Hari-Purusha 

P B Shelley, Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die, P B Shelley/Monalisa, 2013

Music, When Soft Voices Die    

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Hari Purush, Prabhu Sri Jagat Bandhu Sundar

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

– Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821

 Consciousness-Analogue

The dance of circularity is the maha-nam angan braja-lila of the primeval existence (creation of meta-pollinating vessel on the exo-creation of self determinism)

Through you I am him in the tree of life as the fruit that seeds the flower of love

Sri Radhika is the rhythm language of the operational matrix to promote love as friendship on the geometric canvas of super differentials in a Higgs Field

There is a light in the self-reference of light itself invoking the cosmic paradigm shift

Consciousness is anti-gravity matter of bliss on subatomic particles in a quantum jump

Without the Shepherd, the sheep cannot find direction of the mother eternals (primitive mother-ships from Crohetad Server)

Their lord is Hari – chanting to create the cause of the final descent

Their effects overruled Pauli’s exclusion principle

The moon was the arc-bow of the sun in the Adi Adi Yugas  

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

Alba Madonna, Mary, Jesus and John, Raphael, 1521 (Renaissance Art)

The mind over matter (the Supramental wing-head Alblackica) is the converging point of the Lila-Khetra/field

Braja-Dham, Maha-Nam, Anu-Anga Lila

Three fold times (trikal) is eternity immobile on the holy sacred supreme moint – Maha-Kumbh

Eyes watching the silent replica of man in the honey gatherer’s pot

Sweet was that music that came as Mozart and flew as Stravinsky

In the rite, the grapes mouthed the solar-wine for the journey’s lunar destination (Chandra-pat)

And as boundaries collapsed, the walls brought down- man tasted the nectar of love

In the trance across the ocean of wilderness he stood there in front of gates of immortality.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

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The Existential Logic of the Creation on the Solar Vertices of the Time-Pyramid by Application of Pauli’s Exclusion Principle

Boxet-Card Series, Samij Datta 2012

The Existential Logic of the Creation on the Solar Vertices of the Time-Pyramid by Application of Pauli’s Exclusion Principle 

Consciousness-Analogue

The night follows its offspring like the horse its filly

A thick patch of grass was covered with snow

The mountains looked like the old castle of Kafka

In some boutique shops they bought some flowers for Heidegger (existence is a non-being virtue of time in a hexagonal pyramid spending its ‘eternity’ within 7 vertices from Monday to Sunday)

And Roland Barthes looked like a silly clown dressed in bells and rags

A comedy of errors was translated into a perfect play of many possibilities

Who draws phenomenon into the quantum differentials of a polygonal time?

I will so I see therefore I hear and touch and do
the rest

Psychic responsibility allows balance of mind to testify the present personnel of the creation

The ‘body politic’ is in tatters; around the horizon the sun transmitted chemical messages via the synapse

The light is the shadow of the ghost walking in the midnight sun

Maha-Kalki unyam-oanim fibre on zingauva imyadh itro

The cross beams distant light years travelling into worm holes

A point configures the complexity of matter within the deuterium

Black line purges the road to heaven; the Shepherd is the fermion-disc of the wavihoman circle

Brahman is Brahman as one in one to be one after many zeroes attained the liberty of time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury