143rd Birth Anniversary of Sri Aurobindo 15th August 2015: The Ceremony of Timeless Cognition of the Self that Rewards those who Wait-Without-Waiting

Sri Aurobindo

Sri Aurobindo: 143rd Birth Anniversary 15th Aug 2015

“Awakened to the meaning of my heart

That to feel love and oneness is to live

And this the magic of our golden change,

Is all the truth I know or seek, O sage.”

– Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

The Great Crossing Over of the Boat under the Glowing Orb

                                 The Great Crossing Over of the Boat under the Glowing Orb

‘At dusk the cock announces the dawn;

At midnight, the bright sun’ (From ‘Zenrin Kushu’)

“Amid all the mist of confusion there is still the possibility of a new twilight, not of an evening

but a morning yuga-sandhya.

India of the ages is not dead nor has she spoken her last creative word; she lives and has still something to do for herself and the human people”. (Sri Aurobindo)

The duality of subject & object, of the knower and the known is relative, mutual and inseparable. The object, however, remains as an object for the subject and the subject remains always a subject for the object, though they appear always as phenomenological but the ‘truth’ about them is always noumenological.

Primum Mobile Dante The Divine Comedy Ill Gustave Doré London Cassell p 310

Primum Mobile Dante The Divine Comedy Ill Gustave Doré London Cassell p 310

The STILL POINT is the UNMOVED MOVER OF DANTE {The still point of the turning world: Primum mobile/The Prime Mover or ‘the first moved’}

“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.”

– Burnt Norton, Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot

In the great age of this manvantara              

The Dialogue of the Sage and the King on Manvantara in Srimad Bhagavatam

The Dialogue of the Sage and the King on Manvantara in Srimad Bhagavatam

You saw hidden in Her face

What others could not envision or think:

The abysm of the unbodied infinite’

Thou spoke the unspoken words

From the limitless depths of an eternal space

‘A fathomless zero occupied the world’.

Still and quiescent

Every moment

The countless eons followed each other

Like a tedious argument that lost its course in the desert’s wild temptation of mirages 

And the birds come and go

The sky and pool empty as it were

Replicate order in the manifested chaos

Still and quiescent 

Every moment                                                                                                  

Torus Showing Dynamic Energy Flow Process in the most Balanced Way

Torus Showing Dynamic Energy Flow Process in the most Balanced Way

They break free and fly

And bondage and salvation the same thing

Inside and outside of a coat of arms

And there is in man nothing special

Yet he has 

The indivisible charm of a great cosmic truth

Birth is an allowance

Death too,

M.C. Escher observing a set of Nested Platonic Solids

M.C. Escher observing a set of Nested Platonic Solids

We are dying into another realm                

And darkness covers the face of the deep

And the Void lifted it from the heap

Blissful in this state of twilight darkness 

Slowly, the soul walked in a halo of silence

And milked the ocean of paradise

Transubstantiating darkness into light

For He will have eyes to give light to the suns 

And the heart feeling the pathos of joy

The anointed music of an unbroken toy

Pealing the root of everlastingness

Nestled in sacred polyhedrons 

Time to be here, or, there

Or, nowhere, but alone in a small boat

Strangely the night your only companion

The tooth of the shark

The glory of the Ark

Hibiscus awaiting on the shore

O! Heraclitean fire of profound grand indifference           

Maa Kali Projected on NY's Empire State Building /Source International Business Times/Artist Andrew Jones did the Painting of Maa Kali/artwork by filmmaker Louie Psihoyos & co as part of Projecting Change

Maa Kali Projected on NY’s Empire State Building /Source International Business Times/Artist Andrew Jones did the Painting of Maa Kali/artwork by filmmaker Louie Psihoyos & co as part of Projecting Change

Awake yourself to the light of this great day

Sailing away

Or, you stop not to blink at the page of redemption

And burn the effigies of the past forever

And smear the ash in the sky

That soon will be the rainbow 

For you to behold

And you don’t know

What you know

Following the 7 seers of the Oracle of Blind Light

When you have exhausted your thoughts 

Brihadarankya Upanishad Message

Brihadarankya Upanishad Message

Be the wise king who carries the Torch,

Or the fool who lights the candle 

Ending to begin the action of its course

Or, the unending reward of waiting without hope

Always, be sure, calm and resolute

And move without moving

On the still point of the dancing wave!

And do not think of the fruit of action.
Fare forward.
                        O voyagers, O seamen,
You who came to port, and you whose bodies
Will suffer the trial and judgement of the sea,
Or whatever event, this is your real destination.”
So Krishna, as when he admonished Arjuna
On the field of battle.
                                            Not fare well,
But fare forward, voyagers.” (The Dry Salvages, The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot) 

-J

 

Important Information to Readers, Dr. Ulisse Di Corpo and Dr. Antonella Vannini will be in London to give a talk at  the  20th Anniversary of the interdisciplinary Beyond the Brain conferences organized by The Scientific and Medical Network, UK on “Syntropy and the Attraction of Love: a Possible Explanation of Non-Locality and Retrocausality”@23rd August, 2015

To know more, please check Beyond the Brain Conference London August 2015

 

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The Lost Art of Teaching: Thought’s Calligraphy on the Viviparous Sun Directs Non-Time Melodies

For Children the Gates of Paradise, William Blake, 1793

For Children the Gates of Paradise, William Blake, 1793

The Lost Art of Teaching: Thought’s Calligraphy on the Viviparous Sun Directs Non-Time Melodies

All time is eternal – time is information contained in a system

Non-time is solution of system-paradoxes from granular opaque quadrangular to transparent rotating icosahedrons

What we share we know we live for each other? The planet breathes on its own…

Leaves appear 1, 2, 3, 5 and 8…

A part of the whole

The moon’s red face hides the sun’s white gold

West Meets East The Historic Shankar Menuhin Sessions

West Meets East The Historic Shankar Menuhin Sessions

Copper dome has written on it the source of life’s destiny

Gathered around the worm-hole

Take a deep plunge…1793…1837…2318…

And end up on the other side of non-time

Journey is a process called transformation

Matter evolves from third state to fifth, eighth, eleventh endlessly

What does matter know about itself?

It’s an involuted pattern of existence that changes with rapid expansion accepting the Tao

Matter is yatter-processed memory of qubits in the field of interactions

What is the purpose of these interactions?

Why do you exist in this exchange?

To nullify your existence –to dissolute

Or to walk in the void rising from the sea like a dragon of light engulfing the whole truth of this creation?

Again, my Son, what is the purpose?

Sri Ramana Maharshi and Krishnaprem

Sri Ramana Maharshi and Sri Krishnaprem

The truth is in your consciousness

A beautiful dance plucked the strings of a sitar

A movement was observed

A melody line established

All without any hidden agenda

There is NO AGENDA in the Book of the Mother

There flowers blossom offering them to the Soul’s Constitution

And the bees hum the caterpillar smoothes the underside of a leaf

Till it feels the vibration in its body

Its yidam is the sun-vast conscience in the lunar petals

That pours fragrance as colours into the dewy chalice

Void is filled at last with great light

The Imago feels a vibration of strings

Reciprocate proteins with the non-local field

Soon butterflies will be born in the wilderness

What’s the purpose of all these, my Son?

There are mud walls in the sky everywhere

Each quarter so isotropic

Smeared with stars on the body of a coelacanth

Floating on the edge of a bubble packed with energy unknown to time

And time is liquid gravity

Matter revolts on its own against its law to find its higher self

All defined by NO Agenda

It’s lovely if you think; stillness mirrors time’s memory

Perfection allows the only hope of non-time

A promise not forsaken

A silence not abandoned

Too great a victory that cannot be put in words

Only thoughts exist…

Separation withered distance between them

God and Adam One and the same

Yathropa Yaziz walking time in silence

In between all,  Love is the Ocean of Rasa!

– 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

 

 

 

 

The Super Chemist Art Shop at a Quantum Space-Factory Dreaming the Line-Imagination Curvatures of a Dipole River in Hera-Hera-Alblackica Sunny Spring Day

Gluons, Samij Datta, 2012

The Super Chemist Art Shop at a Quantum Space-Factory Dreaming the Line-Imagination Curvatures of a Dipole River in Hera-Hera-Alblackica Sunny Spring Day

Consciousness-Analogue

Away in the blue hydrofloral icosahedron the superstrings alone are real

Exchange particles in the infinite subspace held the quarks in the sky

They talked as the penguins do to the ice-age carriers of the colour-forces

Flowers rapture into the ocean of bliss, immigrating into an another state

They brought language comprised of words like Keaton projected into the sub-units of macrospace

A dual space of Cartan sub-algebra of a Lie-algebra

Time was a friend of the pilot who guided the waves to the meaning of light in the East

And he saw an aura of blue exchanging ions into green while reconnoitring on his RAF plane

A word had fallen from the sky Ronald Nixon                                                          

And the waves saw the gluons in the name of Krishnaprem

Chanted the oblivious nights in the octet colours of the kaleidoscope

Apastamba > Agniveshya < Baudhayana

Running back and forth in time the mind ate the matter in the mind

And the end was a sweet blossoming of spring in the subatomic bouquet of space

Brahman was the dual-duck-elbow charm of the leptons and quarks

He is not a stranger was an antediluvian man of higher magnitude at rest

A space-time story warped in its 10th dimension for the A-D-Es in the A-D-Es was him.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Ronald Nixon is Krishnaprem

HERA AND THE LHC POSTER FROM INTERNET ARCHIVES (2008)