Memory of the Monosyllable from a Future Point Walking Backwards to Create a Non-Unitary Case for Post-Quantum Entanglement

Memory of the Monosyllable from a Future Point walking backwards to create a Non-Unitary Case for Post-Quantum Entanglement 

He walked on infinite paths

The Path to Kailas by Nicholas Roerich circa 1932

The Path to Kailas by Nicholas Roerich circa 1932

Many-worlds he trod

Sometimes as the Old Lord, the Guardian of these universes

Other times as the youth of light

Proficiently minding

His ways mysterious

This world will holler to a standing point

-Babaji Maharaj

I

Sailors  of the blue china’s sea

At Chandannagore (Babaji Maharaj)

At Chandannagore (Babaji Maharaj)

Drank  the  milky  lava

Within  the  intellectual  senseless  change.

II

The   solar  wall behind  the pygmy man

Wore   the silent  cauldron  frame

From  the knowledge  of ambiguous  love and  beauty.

III

Passions  lying  in the  empty  object

Circumscribes  immense  wisdom;

Advanced  architecture  magnifies  the  horse

Earning  the chance from  a geometer.

IV

Whatever  be  the sacred  edifice

The  style  and  its opposite  crown

Paul Klee Painting 1903

Paul Klee Painting 1903

Wrote  the excursionists’ dawn

On  the dark  skin  of  the forest  poison.

V

Its  smooth  conical  death

Like  the cold  phoenix

Dissolved   the pin-point  blindness.

VI

Music  in  easy  chairs

Exploding  the  summer  marches

Restored  luminous  kinship.

VII

The variable  power  beyond  the relative cow

Offers  tetracausal-jump  before the plural  sacrifice;

Spiral Galaxy

Spiral Galaxy

The legs are watching the  unizonal  rhinoceros.

VIII

Retrozip   zero  welded the  standstill  signal

Establishing  the agricultural  tribe

To  include  faithful  seconds

In  the single  root  of the light  chord;

IX

The stranger  burnt  her pi-reflected  april

Yellow is  the  brother of  the elastic-tortoise.

X

Time  and  its deck plain  pride

Diminished  the resilient possession

Tilting  many  abnormal  afternoon  contemplations

Stephen Hawking in his garden in St Albans aged 12 with his bicycle (Rex) circa 1954

Stephen Hawking in his garden in St Albans aged 12 with his bicycle (Rex) circa 1954

XI

Palpable  pleasure  of  the sunken  decision

Became  the primrose  property

Opening  the granite  shadow  behind  the lilac.

– J

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THROUGH THE WORM-HOLE: Earth is Entanglement-Aura-Rotating-Towards-Heliogram

Jim Morrison Immersed in Writing & Reading circa 1969

Jim Morrison Immersed in Writing & Reading circa 1969

The earth is yin-yang yantra assemblage point…

The earth is transformation point spinning on a quadro-centric vortex…

E-A-R-T-H = Entanglement-Aura-Rotating-Towards-Heliogram

A deep valley

Glides into the umbra sheathing the watering hole     The Tao Symbol

A thousands steps into the rocky face of the earth

She hears the leaves fall, the flowers bloom

And weave around the placenta of time

Embryonic self, soft and childlike

Throbbing in the heart

Glittering in the rainbow

Pains it absorbed

Gushing streams of light

Poetry’s magical vision

Strangely sublime

Shaking unknown hand of a true friend

Distant and star-like

Summons from the other world

Invoking thoughts unmanifest

Circumambulation on the lateral surface

In an almost sinuous spiral

The sun toward the earth

The moon toward the earth

The earthward sun

The sunward moon

Stars gallop                                                 Wild Horses of Mongolia

A thousand horses

Freezing on her ancient skin

A being of joyous ecstasy

Fool’s paradise crowns the king of the world

And through her warm nurturing charm

Ages have passed in manifold ways

Grasshoppers fly

The sages and wasps

And the caterpillar

At the end of the protean dream

Knows not the pulse ringing in emptiness

Butterflies in South Florida

Butterflies in South Florida

 

But sense the unknown psychic vibration

One day it too will dance, recreate

And bear the imprint of flight infancy

Through the worm-hole

Trade secret nature’s boon

She is yin in yang

Yang in yin

Transcending both, levitating

No-way is the other way

Of the end and the beginning

The river laughs

Flowing tediously

Labouring like the yoke

And garden grew on its sides

Palaces, courtyards and mansions of kings

Jim Morrison Reading Allen Ginsberg's Planet News circa 1970

Jim Morrison Reading Allen Ginsberg’s Planet News circa 1970

And democratic tongues lapping on the shore

Of private lords and anonymous gods

Who threw themselves on seas

Drowning like Poseidon

Or on the endless fire

Rejoining the pyre

To scribble dots

Awaken a newborn

Or the dead

In the valley

Where bones chuckle like imposters

Roosting the anthem of human liberty

From the bondage of claims that history learned

In the kindergarten of remembrance

Satire fits the glove, irony the knife

To operate the etherised patient on the table

And make tragedy the softer side

Of a queen’s lucky totem

For a musical entendre of comedy

And nirvana that flits between past present and future

Love’s flame not extinguished

And on the altar of silence

Earth have sacrificed herself

To see the sun grow

And the universe play

Like a dancing child acting onstage

Before a dream audience of the invisible self.

– J

 

 

 

 

9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Watch video on Youtube: The Eternal Journey of Yogiswar, Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

LIKE A BOAT ON A RIVER…

On the footprints of my time eternity sings its song

Through passageways and desolate streets

Through marketplaces where crowd gather and disperse

In sweetshops between happy hours of daydream and play

The afternoon lazily looked up to stars in the brine twilight

Reading the lost epitaphs buried in the wind’s chapel

Stirring ether’s momentary wings with dry leaves and daisy

I have forged my words with a strange rhythm that beats the city

After moonrise when windows shut from the last humming of the engines

Pokes at the streetlamp looking at the Dog Star

Its shows on the weary pavements patterns that you cannot recognise

And I walk unseen breathing the winter’s merry air

My cigarette, the ever burning hope of the promise of the sun

By divine light, I have known the preamble of these worlds

They stand on an absolute principle of love                            

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Mountains and aging forests where knowledge reclines

Rivers, estuaries pristine as the Ganges

Await on the ghats coming of the Lord’s epiphany

Youthful hours have sacrificed seconds on the dawn’s sacred plenitude

And as I approached the ferry side a wild flower draped in white

Called to my innermost being

It spoke in soft mused rhyme

And chanted the divine melody of life

And the world awoke in its ‘ananda’ floating

Like a boat on a river…

It’s like a boat on a river

– J

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India

Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

“An auxiliar light

Came from my mind which on the setting sun

Bestow’d new splendour…”

(Prelude, William Wordsworth)

Bliss is the yantra of Sri Khetra

A self-induced trance-trip into the infinite realms

An opening of closed doors within the walls of human existence

An awakening of cellular consciousness –solar visitation of the moons

The Lord of the creation resides in the haploid gamete

Winged-Buddha of mani padme hum

Vajrayana Vashistha of the starlight kingdoms

A twilight of infant clouds sailing across a vast sea of resources

It sees the mirage in the mirror of its memory

Computes the mystery of the unnamed source

From where all destiny must emerge

Or it’s a dull scene on a stage where actors are dead

A room of despair and a vain glorious epiphany of human error

An endless stream of cycles of the same accord – the past Yugas were a procastination of time

The olive branches on the fading floor

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

Fallen leaves on an ocean of impulse

Masks of freedom, camouflage retreats

Winds blow that cannot hear the fluting cry

Or feel the feet beneath a grass of mists

Shishirer nupure Sri Angan – Sri Khetra

The dewy laden time is the everlasting hope

A promise of the tetra-foliate diamond night

From the dawn of eternity’s only choice

We shall be the last standing under a broken roof

Under the tree of light, shining back of horses hoof

Utter the last syllables the knower shall know

A moment of great revelation – a para-kranti tandava of all principles of truth

What you see, what you seize, what exists and not

A fiery storm unleashed the Savitur–Eye of the All-Conscient Self

It’s a turning point in the history of death

That thou wilting under the sun shall chant the Hari Nam

And cover the lost spaces that we walk alone towards the origin.

HARI OM TAT SAT

– Joy

The Integration of Shambhala in the Deep Spiritual Calculus of its 4 Basic Symbols/The Garuda, The Snow-Lion, The Tiger and The Dragon: Mystical Kinship is the Quantum Poetry of Sound-off-Silence

Krishna Bowing to Srimati -Sri Radhika

Sri Krsna Bowing to Srimati -Sri Radhika

Sri Krsna’s all self-offering to Her 

And from Her back to the entire Creation 

Para-brahman of all that exists and will ever exist 

In that sacrificial fire made Love an ocean of Rasa

Hari Nam o sankirtan, Radha-Govinda Chitrakatha

A frame of frames within the literal space-time construct 

commemorates the eternal Yung-Drung of lives 

In the twilight hours the sky, sac-red 

Gave its obeisances for the flowering of peace. 

The Integration of Shambhala in the Deep Spiritual Calculus of its 4 Basic Symbols/The Garuda, The Snow-Lion, The Tiger and The Dragon: Mystical Kinship is the Quantum Poetry of Sound-off-Silence

The ancient bird Garuda is the priest of the sacred Tree     

Chapter 24

Change Returns Success: The Bird (The Garuda) Shambhala Symbol

Holy under the star field

The moon half closed in her vision

Save the flower, fruit and the seed

In the plenary ambit of the rotational cycle 

The tigers roam etching the giant arc of a rainbow

Their majestic movement calm and serene

Towering like the light from the branches of the sun

Crystalline vivid memories flow

Down the liquid tunnel into space arc architecture

Silence of the mountains worship

The streams that run through its veins

The snow-lion treads that vast horizon

Where the stars fiddle with some strange sound   

The 4 Symbols of Shambhala

The 4 Symbols of Shambhala: The Garuda Bird, The Dragon,The Tiger & The Snow-Lion

Music kindled by the fire

By the yung-drung               

By the yung-drung

Their endless cycles all aspire

For thee to descend

Where we shall meet!

Sit there under the cool shade

Eat an apple or a peach!

The dragon not self-hesitating

Awake from the drowsy interior of the seaward pentagram

Seraph of the beautiful dream 

Seraphim of the crowned alabaster

Under the rocky cave of Agastya                           

Jim Morrison The Sac-Red Bard of the Love Street Fard Arden Again...

The Sacred Bard of the Love Street Far Arden Again…

Showed signs of the arrival and departure

Dried thoughts in dead jars of geranium

Cannot utter the innocent child’s eternal rhyme

Lost in the steely graves of the museum or in the booklore of transitory darkness

They blame the ego haunt the body, despair and forget

And kill each other

In the mad ceremony of death.

Yahoava Shiva

Nara-Narayana-Hari

Hara-Hari Altav Mecav

Narasimha yaking yong

Truha Truha Hung

Help you with that!

– Joy

Lord Jagannatha Ratha-Yatra 2013 : Travelling to Other Conscious Realms By Dynamic Mobilization of Negative Mass Interactions with the Non-Matter Essence in the Creation

Lord Jagannatha Ratha-Yatra 2013 : Travelling to Other Conscious Realms By Dynamic Mobilization of Negative Mass Interactions with the Non-Matter Essence in the Creation 

 

Alone lying on the shore of the great Ocean…

Jagannath Ratha Yatra, Mayapur, India

Jagannath Ratha Yatra, Mayapur, India

Penetrating the heart of all matter

Where sand and water meet to make a diagram

A natural circle of the original whole

Footsteps, flowers and the path of the sun

Strewn by the darkness of the time

Random oblique and negative mass

The Arka wheel silently rotates

Traveller on the road, where are the signs to your eternal highways?

Thunder on the jewelled mountains lightning strikes the moth

Roaring in the silent passion of these eons

What does this Ratha–Yatra mean?

If not a movement from one point to another

A change in material dimensions

The chariot is the golden vessel; an architecture of self-transformation

The Lord has shown us the way many times

Lord Jagannatha Sri Shubodhra & Sri Balaram/Lithograph Artist Raja Ravi Verma circa 1900s

Lord Jagannatha Sri Shubodhra & Sri Balaram/Lithograph Artist Raja Ravi Verma circa 1900s

Mystical Alcubierre warp drive

It reconstructs its own space-time geometry based on mind-matter interactions (quantum entanglement of exotic matter with the golden merkaba of phonetic crystals)

Lord Jagannatha, Lord Jagannatha, Lord Jagannatha

The spoke in the wheel is the golden heart of Amitabha Buddha

It’s the secret prophecy of Christ in the black stone of Alblackica

Man is not a myth of apparent pain and misfortune

But must transfigure himself like the gods

Integrity of the being is the key to the quantum leap

The sun is a small dot awaiting resurrection

The sky is dark ambrosiac

The rains must bring Isis from the grains

And feed the heart with the fruit of compassion

Reason must exist because we can feel, touch

We can see more with our own inner radiance

A small shift changes everything

Random darkness – hungyovertinbeta distance away…

To Condorconva…

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

The Non-Linear Dynamics of Retro-Active Mind Cognition: Schopenhauer’s 3 Key Stages of Truth

Phish Concert Poster/June 17th & 18th, 2010, The Comcast Theatre, CT

Phish Concert Poster/June 17th & 18th, 2010, The Comcast Theatre, CT

The Non-Linear Dynamics of Retro-Active Mind Cognition: Schopenhauer’s 3 Key Stages of Truth

“And I am taken far away…   

 Lingering slowly melting away

Tossed with the salad and baled with the hay

Pooling like water that drips from above

Trampled by lambs pecked by the dove”.

– Limb by Limb, The Story of the Ghost, Phish, 1998

 

“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” – Arthur Schopenhauer

Man’s open debate is with himself. In a more provocative way, the argument is between the imperfect and perfect self as reflected in the mirror of the mind-memory continuum. Since this confrontation is an evolutional cognizance, the self-continuous ego of the stone age man have dragged it’s clothes through the vicissitudes of life to finally encounter the loss of Eden in his mind’s delusive cupola, a thing that he cannot obliterate by plainly rationalizing his existence on this planet. So, truth has always come to him either greater than reality or less but never the exact thing because there is nothing as an exact thing – all are mathematical possibilities that turn out to be real one way or the other; a fiction becomes a fact or a fact is less than fiction by the grammar of our metrical choice and by the apparent unseen laws of objective reduction.

TRUTH when it’s very powerful and challenges existing norms, our first reaction is to ridicule it, as the gift of a highly well-developed mammalian brain imposes its own self-identity as an authority on the subject rejecting any other contrary idea as an inferior image or copy of the real.

Man laughs at himself

Enjoys the tyranny of his body

By playing the mind game of another crucifixion;

Ridicule is the liberation of pain that he inflicted upon himself

By obscuring his mind from the solar ellipse rasas

He blocked out the only light

That may power his cosmic subways to the great galaxy

Opposition is the natural habitat of ignorance

And his scriptures find no reason for him to read

That can reveal another kingdom

Reason lost its crown in the glory of the emperor’s new mind

Only to rediscover its home as a self-evident truth that didn’t matter.

Truth is always opposed with determinism as if the natural history of our existence lies in the rightful opposition we make to anything and everything that is inconsistent with our self-continuity. Civilizations have wrecked the custody of our inner-strength by procreating new forms of justice that deny scientific spiritual growth; faculties that were once highly acclaimed are now the victim of ridicule. Our intuitive reflexes are no more in tune with the creational vibrations; we have soared high with our gradual imperfections that have amplified the magnitude of our desperation and loss. Our management of enlightenment have failed miserably – forced to look inwards we look elsewhere for a proper reason, and, if there is one we realise it not, deferring time so we can culminate our own cause of self-betrayal within nanoseconds of our eternal gyrations.

We are empty cans of beer

Kicked around the dusty desert road

By storms of the black pool

Whirling

Roaring

Nowhere to go

But step aside,

And run…

We live not by knowledge but with ‘experience’ – our Dzogchen is the last word of our survival in time’s that are changing. Consciousness is the key to our future and if we can connect with the supreme self non-locally, we are the ones who will see the supramental world taking shape within the reality that exists.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

ALL THINGS MUST PASS: The Purple Lights Above Narmada and the Supramental Realization of Truth

The last sign of fleeting moments captured the fire-ether sunyata of geometric vastness = 9-evolution-6 …cultural creative velocity of mind where C = 3 x 10^8 to 88,88,888 ions/gate Free-Trade-Cosmic Burn Deck

George Harrison in Concert: Wearing Maha-Avatar Babaji Medallion

George Harrison in Concert: Wearing Maha-Avatar Babaji Medallion

“All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life’s strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day”.

– All Things Must Pass, George Harrison 

CONSCIOUSNESS-ANALOGUE

Memories breed herds of cattle

Labouring in the dark

Under the pantomime shadow

Mimics the ape like existence

Crawling on the mosaic beds of hot lava

Churned in the gutter

Beaten from head to toe

And driven back into the barren land

Where metals fornicates the broken limbs of fear and destruction

Into the drudgery of hapless cities

 

That sleeps the night out with the clause of scientific realism

Narmada River

Narmada River

All that is too much reason for the simple man of the mountain

Seagulls cried at daybreak

Pointing their flight into something in the sky

Far in the corner a little light gyrates

Silver and purple flash fishing in the air

Then it’s seen no more

The river goes on its own way

Wandering like a forest sage into a timeless ocean

Counsels the myriad trees that stand like wisdom

In the caves of Narmada, He has lit the sun many times

In the courtyard, the moon sparkle the Jove in the woods

Uttered the apocryphal hymns of distant lands

Mirra Alfassa: The Divine Mother

Mirra Alfassa: The Divine Mother

Woavin-uao-ra-utra-him-klim

Magical property of the spirit

Unfolds Mother’s new matter

From the occult primal void,

Light, the destitute child of world’s ignorance

Gave unto thee

The yoga of existence

Yunin-years ago

Yunin-tavetra-years ago

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’ 

“Time present and time past 

Are both perhaps present in time future 

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable”. – Burnt Norton (Four Quartets), T. S. Eliot, 1935

‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’/The Hollow Men (1925), T. S. Eliot

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Poetry is the fractal wheel of fire

Oh friend of the dark star

The monster of light has fed its wrath on the weeping clouds of fortune

To hell the heaven endorse another view

The practical man ashamed of his luck falls on the floor

His month ticks like years pouring dust on empty canals

Light crossed her eyes

Like rainbow in the skies

Soft moist petals over Parnassian waves

Floating like time in eternal caves

There sun has hidden her face behind the mirror

Behind the mirror, behind the black pool of mirror where the spider climbs

Behind the shadow, knowledge claims false apparitions

That was all history confined in that point of prison

Together we ride that wave …fade away

Far…

Come again…

White like the tiger’s brown bosom of the sea

Beneath the tree, in the split of shelter

In the silence of another way

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Come again my friend

Not to lose but to determine

In the hairs of grazing horses

The unforgettable rhythm of the ancient song

How the ordinary is transfigured into intangible sublime

There after the recession where we must all go…

Come again…

Joy Roy Choudhury

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