The Distributive Pattern of the Free Learning ‘Experience’: Question Anecdotes and the Multiple Perspectives of the Original Source Code Hidden within the Event Horizon

Electrical Experimenter: A Touch of Consciousness in the Living World

Electrical Experimenter: A Touch of Consciousness in the Living World

Cats play

Twisting the side of things

Funny sound of piano ripples

Across the great ocean curved around a point

Somewhere in between the body and the mind

Observes the kindergarten of these playing selves

Cats play …curled around a point called the pillow of deep slumber!

Multiverse and Schrodinger's Cat in Action in the Many Words of Simultaneous Existence

Multiverse and Schrodinger’s Cat in Action in the Many Words of Simultaneous Existence

The Distributive Pattern of the Free Learning ‘Experience’: Question Anecdotes and the Multiple Perspectives of the Original Source Code Hidden within the Event Horizon

Student: What is a question? How can a proper question investigate the realms of truth-consciousness and have simultaneous synergy with the creational principle?

Master Architect: First, you all need to understand that a question doesn’t posit duality of existence – it’s an exploration into the very essence of the substance it explores; it’s an exposition of the grammar which includes all the substrates that organize this creation. Though questions that you normally formulate seem to authorize duality or an improper logic but beneath all the fractal spatiality of time a question alludes to the continuum that beauty is an essence or an ultimate attribute, an assimilation and synthesis of the three gunas (satya, rajas and tamas) that make up the mechanistic ‘explicate order’ which the world is made up of.  A ‘question’ in that sense is a tool that permeates all existence because it’s only aspiration for a generative answer is a non-local way of mediating between the seeker and what is sought, between the thinker and the object of thought. Questions are evocative ways of a new understanding that cannot be complete unless the seeker is aligned to the cosmic vibrations in a particular way; when thoughts are calibrated they pronounce in a mystical way the sound ‘om’ which returns its original source code to the point of singularity.

In a very simple way, a question is a way of knowing that the clouds are temptations of the sun to purge the rocky lands and let the order of chaos be stimulated with life-giving streams as poetry that flows like rivers into one single ocean of existence. Life is an alter where questions are yogic practices for a liberation – that which indulges your living with the cosmic attainment of truth, all that is within is immersed in bliss and you live for the moment that reveals this very insight that you search with your senses and with your intuitive mind.

A ‘proper question’ is a meditative process but know it for certain that there is nothing called an ‘improper question ‘. Silence distributes itself with space-time geometric splits within nanometres or even between much smaller scales and when your power of will-force penetrates those interspersed seminal fluids (which we call associative silence before decoherence of the system) you start beginning the creative process within your system releasing potential that are highly quantized at the macroscopic level – these start interacting with consciousness at different levels thereby allowing you to perceive a ‘question’ which as an aspirant you seek to fulfil your quest. Man is an intelligent –being and very adept in asking questions but by no means the only being asking questions to the Master Architect.

A question fetches an answer and not another question of greater proportion so you must recognize the solution and decode the meaning from the source code given to you for a proper understanding of your becoming.  This second process is the toughest one because if your normal ego self comes in between the source code and the decoherence then meaning gets lost and purity of the systemic alliance is violated. This can happen even at the highest level of the yogic practice. What you think it is not, it is, but if you are ‘in it’ all the seconds of your life with absolute surrender you get what you seek and embrace as the lotus embraces both the light and the waters living its vegetal life as an offering to the divine suns that kindle the creation from one single point of existence.

Just think your answer is ‘teleported’ to you as your questions are ‘teleported’ to the point of singularity and the ‘brahman’ speaks fulfilling your life with the birth of the lotus-mind that is always aligned to the divine light and to the vibrations that act as distributive patterns of information that makes the whole creation expand and contract in a seemingly beautiful dance that only the Dancer knows.

Who knows the Dancer? Tattva is unconditional knowing in a mystical sense the Question of questions that throbs the beauty of life at the heart of all-existence.

-J 

            

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THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

 

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

 

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

The Treasure of the World-Chintamani, Nicholas Roerich

THE YUNGDRUNG REPTILE WROTE HER FIRST LETTER TO THE IMPERSONAL TERMINAL ETERNALLY GYRATING AT TREMENDOUS SPEED WITHIN THE BLACK VIGEFOX-PREDESTINY OF THE SACRED REALM (HOLY WORLD CONNECTED TO THE LAND OF HYRULE)

Consciousness-Analogue

The land of the imperial lights

Twilight kingdom with hidden doors

Sacred realm of mirrors connected to Hyrule

Dolma movren gesu nei tra oceanic rest mass meon of the triforces

 

Language orientation of the sound purifies the heart

To speak with the quantum self, deconstruct the world (The Logos)

Memories broken ring on the caravan across the cold desert

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

I have carried on my back the chaos and awakened consciousness

The supralingual automated typeface of the anointed world

Was my reptilian grammar born from cosmic supergiant star systems

Before the creation in a another realm without the imaginary functions

Indefinite was the cause resting on a virtual point oscillating in many dimensions

That very moment elliptical and sublime

Like the last touch on Michelangelo’s creation

Dawning the begging of mathematical possibilities

Eternal collapsed on the finite surface of zero prefiguring one as the space time inflation

Expanding and contracting, the riddle was the holy spirit of nirvana

On my back I have carried the race and its plaudits

The couriers of kings the golden goddess of the waters

Seven sages, spirits of the holy book and courtesans

My body moved with no beginning no end

Mountains saw rivers, birds the trees

I saw them all collapsing in the material world

Without mind there are no words

My letter is not an empty space filled with unconquered hieroglyphs

Light far travelling became the sound of ‘OM’

Triangularly activating the predestined heart of the occult worship of my signs

I only exist, rest all are drowning or living or dying in me.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Royal Qubit Time Translation in Horus: Quantum Information in Alluvial Matter

Time Tantra of Horus, Monalisa, 2012

In the eye of the stone, Horus is the trans-syllabic transformer connecting diagrams with the invocation of the soul

Param-Purusha parame

The automated flow of words is the deep sounding melody of consciousness (the para-trath flow of the virgin-truth) in the electro-dynamic plate of the Hyperion

Old worlds come out of new ones in the cradle of time

The future specimen of art, poetry, music is organised

Therefore, you desire the verse of multiple visions that come out of the dying pyramids in the desert

The Nile is an obligatory vessel carrying the therapeutic purging of its lands in a hymn to yellow ochre robe of the sun

That was an emblem of the emperor’s throne in the bio-rhythmic abacus of the mind

Babaji Maharaj

Creation was an extrapolation of a high-conducting vessel that carry the four forces within Zen-semiconductors transplanted in the body of AYUSHA(HA)UWAR {IS-IN-WAS-WOULD-BE)

The dark face of the moon resembles the bright side of the sun

The stars essay a series no-end no-beginning

In the mad frenzy of the fire in the stone, I saw, death taking its first steps to walk in the garden of EDEN/Immortality (Kriya-Yoga of Babaji Maharaj)

The falcon free as a bird hatches a new history that confines the past not in the past of its past but in the present brought from the future

Rivers are flowing in the irreversible way

Time is dancing like ‘Kalki’

Truth brought on the surface may shatter the earth into a billion pieces

Shantih-Shantih-Shantih

– Joy Roy Choudhury