Sri Aurobindo circa. 1950

THE OBSERVER IS THE OBSERVED  – J Krishnamurti /Ojai, California, 1946

Pre-Linguistic Transformation of Thought encoded Pattern in our Mathematical Universe: Interactive Grid that Superimposes Various Sound Frequencies with Light Signal Absorption

“Our destiny is written in double terms:                                       

The Ending of Time J Krishnamurti and David Bohm

Through Nature’s contraries we draw nearer God;

Out of darkness we still grow to light.

Death is our road to immortality”.

–   Book VI Canto I, Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

“Both paths (science and spirituality) may be leading toward a third point, and that third point is what I am at present…not exactly studying I am rather in quest of it- the point where the two paths merge into a third that would be the true Thing….That’s what Sri Aurobindo means.

And perhaps not merely seeking- we may be taking part in the Making of it…Something none can yet imagine, for so far it hasn’t come into being. It is an expression yet to come”.

(Mother or the New Species II, Satprem)

“The sun is continually radiating neutrinos , produced when protons turn into neutrons in the nuclear reactions in the sun’s core; these neutrinos shine down on us during the day and shine up on us at night, when the sun is on the other side of the earth, because the earth is utterly transparent to them”. – The First Three Minutes – Steven Weinberg

 For every sound there is another sound unmanifest – The Silence   

Sage Agasthiyar or Agastya from Sirius B

For every sound there is the manifest letter

It absorbs the photons in a geometric hologram

Pointed like a star, shaped like the sun

It flickered across vast empty spaces

In and out, in-in-out-out-and-out-and-further-in

It demonstrated an unintelligible pattern of things

There were no thoughts neither the volition of will force

Ageless as it was withdrawing in that single pointless curvature

Many waves will comes and pass, roll over the immenstitude

Twilight hummed against the great throbbing of one heart

To that existence is an occult occurrence

A single event horizon unguarded by mysteries

It shrouded the non-local point of singularity

There is innocence before an observable experience

A quality born out of the predestined book

It had many chapters arranged segued to spinning vortex

And there were no signs on it

Vertically no signs on it

A blank wall covered the chink of the sky

The river’s earthen floor was a substitute for that kinetic rupture of zero

A loud bang…cones of light triggered another dream epiphany

It was trans-substantiated by many operator symbols

An algebraic verisimilitude for the geometric design of many dimensions

Eternities born from iternity playing with non-iternity self dissolution into zero

Gathering knowledge out of ignorance and looking at the mirror direct

It reflected back the ignorance and looking further it saw nothing at all

Where did it disappear – does the fabric of space on imagination points hide quantum wormholes

What grounds the stability of these cosmic escape routes?

Does negative time ever exist? /Drenin String Theory (+1 x -1 =0 /dedral wemturnboat zero after friqual infinite time {loxortegat-yugas} to create negative time which to us an illusion) /Ethical purity of the Will-force via Yatra down the Surrender Event Horizon

Ancient yugas collapse into new E8 virtual – TIME TO MEET THE MASTER OF ALL REALMS PHYSICALLY AND NON-PHYSICALLY (Isotropic Supramental Vision – Supra-Levo-Supermind/Optramind converges

Fly into that tunnel                                                         

Yakov Zeldovich, Physicist and Cosmologist

Origin is vast not quantized

Pre-origin to origin is tri-levo-org.space

That’s where dark matter and dark energy originate

On the milky ocean’s floor

There is a door

To the home where all universes meet

Farther from here…

85tpr-mind-dwelling-non-dual causal womb

All converging into it and evolve mathematically

Significant nothing you may call

Pulses floating amongst the giggle of dolphins

And the child read letters from that blank page torn

Making gestures that warped space and time

Evening crawled beneath the feet of the stars

And all went off to sleep in that tranquil time…

– J