A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

The Blue Flower

The Blue Flower: The Divine Mother Symbol

A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

“The blue bus is calling us

The blue bus is calling us

Driver, where are you taking us”. (The End, Jim Morrison, The Doors, 1967)

The finite image of the blue bus mentioned by Jim Morrison in his lyrics ‘The End’ opens up a lot of infinite possibilities within- it stands for the archetypal image of Novalis’ ‘blue flower’  (Nilkantha, the blue flower resembling the throat of Shiva after he drank the world-poison to save the cataclysm) ) which stands for the love for beauty in things – the reality that Einstein said was comprehensible. Though, locally it may stand for a pain killer that was often used by the 60’s aficionados, it was more a conscious search for the inner-nature in man – the ‘self’ that hides in the body, the self’ that is connected with ‘many selves’ in the cosmic world. This was an individual moment of self-realization, a movement that is subjective and non-local as well. The finite melts beyond a certain point of perception and if the doors are cleansed then it is a clear call (Light signal Flash) from the other side, into an infinite blue welding of matter in consciousness and consciousness in matter. The image of the bus is symbolic of a modern man’s journey into the infinite cities, the ‘psychedelic experiences’ that we seek to return us back into that state of pristine innocence which William Blake talked about in the Songs of Innocence. ‘Experience’ grants ‘innocence’- the lamb of god is same as the wrath of the tiger:

“In the juvenescence of the year / came Christ the tiger / … Us he devours”.

– T. S. Eliot (Gerontion)

Sri Aurobindo’s disciple Dilip Kumar Roy (dadaji) was once told by his friend Krishnaprem while talking about Sri Krishna that we should never miss ‘the last bus to cross the frontier’, metaphorically it’s the faith that we should never sacrifice in our lives; faith in ourselves, faith in our abilities because it is the only source of our power and thinking.

Novalis’ ‘blue flower’ and ‘Jim Morrison’s ‘blue bus’ have the same implications, they draw us into a different realm that is beyond our three-dimensional existence. We in our ‘natural yogic state’ have access to these worlds as long as we awake ourselves from ignorance and death.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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The Invisible Magnetocraft in the Yogic Consciousness of Ancient Matter on Alblackica Time Separation at a Distance

Negative Mass Saucer, Samij Datta, 2012

The Invisible Magnetocraft in the Yogic Consciousness of Ancient Matter on Alblackica Time Separation at a Distance

Consciousness-Analogue

The invisible swirl of the terrapin on a zero saucer fuel

Migrating into dense dimensionless temporal atemporal planes

Within the cycles of time negative mass energy of the graviton

Beaming enlightenment into outer space

The clouds were a paradox that brought the rain on the hills

Stones crowing like empty wells were filled again

Quetzalcoatl shed his wings and looked up to the skies

He saw the great light of the ancient wisdom on the new feathers of dawn

He asked Borges to take photographs of the shining discs on E7-Pyramid line 7

9 was an occult sign it stood above the standing horizon

Thoughts started taking shape around its’ rim ‘

The ‘intelligent will’ of the yogic solenoid allowed the ring to levitate

As all points merged into one single point in the yidam

And made consciousness flow as a natural river across high azimuthal superconductive fields

Within Shambhala other Shambhalas of the micro-congregation taking shape

Learning by the curve sustainable delight of the laser helio-madeb

The peacock could desire the alchemy of fleeting moments from the dance of monsoon ripples on the lake

And as the passing cloud’s hymn to Yuwaziha  was re-echoed across primordial rocks bounded by Altai Mountains

The camels heard nothing but the silence of the wings speaking to the ancient heart of the wheels of aoxomorim on a vertical time separation

They drank from the shooting stars of the milky-way and hymned

hrum yuwaziya

ivohu yrum yuwaziya

ivohu hrum yuwaziya

ivohu krum yuwaziya

(And it slowly faded across the deserts!)

– Joy Roy Choudhury