George Bernard Shaw and the Quantum Supercomputation Analogue: The Lateral Journey Through Star-Gates

 George Bernard Shaw, Monalisa, 2012

George Bernard Shaw, Monalisa, 2012

George Bernard Shaw, Monalisa, 2012

Two percent                                     

        of the people think,

Three percent

  of the people Think they think,

And ninety-five percent

 of the people would

rather die than

                Think.

–          George Bernard Shaw

 

“You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, “Why not?” – George Bernard Shaw (Back to Methuselah, 1921)

What is a premise to a thought if not a golden idea that is real but beyond grasp of the body?

Beyond the grasp of the body because thoughts are in-hiding in other thoughts beyond the physical domain

Body reconstitutes shapes and sizes but that too is relative

So, truth is not known in one plane of consciousness but from many planes of consciousness

We grapple with the surface normality of things – we live and die in that

But ultimate reality is not that – it’s that which is not known by our limited evidential knowledge

Everything we say or believe exists in some forms of reality

Dreams are faith integrals of our congruent non-locality in hyperspace

That too is reflective of man and superman

Man thinks of a another man who is HIM but not him

Who is HIM and not him?

Who am I?

I am George Bernard Shaw born in Dublin

I am not born in Dublin but in a cave on Mt Sinai

I am not born in a cave but in Altair or Cygnus

I am not from this earth but from Pleiades

Not from these stars or from satyrs

But from the sound of the eternal life-force

As if the strings are vibrating from that naught till there is no end or no beginning

Only thoughts act as a chalice to carry other thoughts and ferry them across

I am the boatman of several destinies from a red supergiant to a brown dwarf

In the rhythm I pilot the crafts so they supercede the speed of light

All light is absorbed by the darkness alone

So I can see there are no arms around I sing

No weapons or arson to drag us down

Only light cone emerging from the historical pentagon of the unfathomable stars

In the geometry of civilized divine perfection

In that order we make gods and gods make supergods and so on…

Man is an ant creeping like a spider in the jelly wire of light

Matchboxes can light a piece of paper not the sun

Let the true source be your origin from where you came down through many light years

It’s an old ancient time without the garden and the humming bees

I trod before that when truth was young in bed waking up to see the painted head of the old man

That was not me in Him but Him in his own self speaking to you

Smoking the laughter that rises to meet the end of the word

Silence rapture like clouds in the honest egg of a dream

And thoughts carried birds into the wilderness of the sky

The bearded rainbow gave them a sheltering nest

Look, you can see them too.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Prognosis of the River in the Circular Time of the Eternal Serpent Swallowing the Destiny by Metempsychosis of the Eragman Will in the Integral Salt-Plate of Alblackica

Ouroboros and the Hexagram

Consciousness-Analogue

The circle inside the rhombus is Ouroboros

The deregulating factor of time constant shifts aids the metamorphosis of man

Man is man; the eternal egg hatched the genesis of life

Art thou man in the inconscience springs the flower in the day light of his infancy

Little is known about the man-eternal; his hands obey the eyes of birth making his legs walk on the sand

Brahma from Brahmaputra is Godavari in Krishna

Rivers are symbols of paradisal purging in heavens

In the gulf of the shadow, the warihoman is walking like Nebuchadnezzar

What is the value of the present day time in xollar?

In the book of the dead nothing exists beyond a point

The farthest point from the origin is also an origin

Beyond that deathlessness is breathlessness, Sri Radha is Sri Chaitanya

Sri Azuha Sri Azuha Sri Azuha

What is beyond the supramental?

In the origin is the origin as Brahman in shakti earning bliss from a cause in essence

That purified substance higher than the sun is the alblackica in alblackica

There is no unity without division; within division there are multiple unities

Integral hymn to the father of the Lord is the de-facto disciple rising towards that light

Clouds reflect the patterns on the rainbow in the form of rain drops blessing thy eye

Adi Sheshnag on the mahakal-tattva is the oldest time on Hawking-Unruh black body radiation

Spread knowledge light and love; TIME IS RUNNING OUT!

 – Joy Roy Choudhury