We are only Links in the Chain: Circular Movement is the preset Auto-Response of the Life Divine (man/da/la)

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Nipponzan Myohoji Buddhist Monastery, Kolkata

‘Namu Myoho Renge Kyo’

‘Namu Myoho Renge Kyo’

‘Namu Myoho Renge Kyo’

‘I take refuge in the wonderful law of the Lotus Sutra’

  • Founded by Japanese Monk, Nichidatsu Fuji (1885-1985), the Nipponzan Monastery at the heart of Kolkata in Lake Place is an ideal place for meditation on the Lotus Sutra, which incidentally is the last teaching of Buddha’s life.
  • The ancient link b/w India and Japan was reinstated after Rabindranath Tagore’s visit to Japan in 1916; the Poet also met Sri Mirra Alfassa in Japan who would later join Sri Aurobindo in Pondicherry.
  • Fuji was very much influenced by the writings of Nichiren and thought of travelling to India, the spiritual birthplace, to invigorate the teachings of Enlightenment. This was a difficult time here in Calcutta when the country was striving for freedom from the British Colonial Rule.
  • Fuji arrived in 1931 and walked the streets near lake place beating his drum and chanting ‘Namu Myoho Renge Kyo’.
  • He met Mahatma Gandhi in 1933 at Wardhah and shared his ideas of compassion and non-violence.
  • Industrialist and philanthropist, Sri Jugal Kishore Birla gave him land to build a monastery in 1935 which is now the Nipponzan Myohoji Buddhist Monastery at 60/1, Kabi Bharati, Kolkata 700029
915

Temple of Immaculate Conception at Kamarpukur where Sri Sri Ramakrishna was born 

940

Buddha inside Nipponzan Monastery, Kolkata (Photograph of Monk Fuji in the back)

“The Knowing Self is not born;
It does not die. It has not sprung from anything;
nothing has sprung from It. Birthless, eternal, everlasting,
and ancient, It is not killed when the body is killed”.
– Katha Upanishad

Bhakti (Love & Compassion) is the MOTHER of GYAN or KNOWLEDGE, Everything Flows from the Source which is AKHANDA JYOTI OF BHAKTI RASA-LILA

‘Ask Nothing, Give Everything’- Sri Krishnaprem (*that is the Road to Sri Sri Radha Rani)

After Her darshan, one-on-one with the Lord is possible.

‘Circular Movement is the Divine Movement’. – Sri Krishnaprem

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Kankali Tala Temple, Birbhum -one of the 51 Shakti-Pithas

KANKALI TALA TEMPLE -one of the most important Shakti Pithas among the historical 51 pithas. Sri Mata Parvati’s skeleton (kankal) is believed to have fallen here during the great cosmic tandava (dance/surge of Macro-cosmic energy) of Lord Shiva. Therefore, it is a spiritual center or a powerful energy-vortex.

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Tashiding Monastery in West Sikkim considered as the spiritual heart or the vortex point of Sadhana in the lower Himalayas 

All objects are the perceiving of them, and the perceiving of them is
what they are. It follows that the perceiving of them is not separate
from the objects, and the objects are not separate from the perceiving
of them.

Therefore, no objects exist as objects, either as phenomena or in noumenon.

APPEARING (FORM) is not an object, but a functioning. It appears as a
objectivisation.

HAPPY 2017 – As we are LINKS in the CHAIN, I open my heart to all of
you so we can walk together to see the great transformation coming to
this world. It will be a higher consciousness of technology that will
enable a sustainable living based on higher ethics and aesthetics.

Love & Peace

-J

 

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Galactic Leap Through Automation of Free-Will Extrohan: Love is the Key to Kal-KI Yatra of Madhava

Krishna dancing with the Gopis on the Yamuna Bank Vraja-Lila Quantum Rasa-Samudra

Krishna dancing with the Gopis on the Yamuna Bank Vraja-Lila Quantum Rasa-Samudra

Galactic Leap Through Automation of Free-Will Extrohan: Love is the Key to Kal-KI Yatra of Madhava 

Sweet sandalwood swarms turquoise moon 

Soft as the yellow silk clothing the trees

Can you see the kiss that draped the sunlight of mirrors?

Each garlanded by the madhurya-rasa of the infinite one

A hymn of the night bestowing light

A streaming in of  music from the solar deities 

Leaf stained with the dewy vermilion 

And perfumed by an alien flowering of time 

Sang to the Lord of Lords its eternal song:

(Prabhu Prabhu Prabhu Hey)  (Anantanantamay)

In search of the silent formless void unmanifest

Kalachakra Mantra

Kalachakra Mantra

The cupola of the time as eternity of Buddha

Saw the opening of many invisible doors

So, you may preserve yourself in that wide nothing of conscious life-force

And become the syllabic embodiment of the heart-chakra

White lotus of the sun in blue beak of the honourable sea-bird

Flapping its wings like the breath of each life

A moment of inner-awakening, a call from the shepherd of the mountains

A bearded green tree as chintamani radiating light fragrance

A coiled rainbow serpent at its foot

Fluting the majesty of the golden day

Enter Shambhala exit through the conch-shell of HARI

Paranam naam charishato batsharer lila ananda may

A peace descends on earth so you must light the fire of your will

Stronger than the wheel of time

Radha-Krishna and the Gopis The Perfection of the Heart-Chakra Spin

Radha-Krishna and the Gopis The Perfection of the Heart-Chakra Spin

Stronger than the axle

To become the vajrakaya of the Padma-Sambhava

Your words trace the link to the origins

To the Sesha-Nag Ananta – Vrala –Om Vraja twilight Hari

Crescent moons and Neanderthal Suns and the Meta-phoenix of the distant stars

The rocks roll on the ocean floor carving mandala of an enormous space

Four corners diagonally dissecting the point of the Creatrix

Joachim Alma-Mater trahuv time – thousand Avalokiteshwara of the Shambhala night

Searching the morning that comes to them as wood’s thermal        fragrance

Jim Morrison Photograph Circa 1970

Jim Morrison Photograph Circa 1970

Of the rasa-dance in helio-optical circles of lunar belts

Within itself the rose is the secret of the heart of matter – Adi Chintamani Om

To see that beyond in the within of time is the salvation of the cycles of Kalachakra

To thee place the vision as the leaf offers itself to the butterfly

Tomorrow has built the road for the yearning yesterdays

A song may refill the Absolute space

A time may anoint the sigma of moment

Reach out for that single dew drop Tat Sat Hari Om!

Padmasambhava: Guru-Rinpoche

Padmasambhava: Guru-Rinpoche

MESSAGE FROM PADMASAMBHAVA: VAJRA GRACE

0m ah hung vajra guru peme siddhi hung (3x)

The Golden Sutra of Padmasambhava: 
Read your body by the golden orb of the sunlight that beats into your heart every second-time is eternity captured through the sound fragrance of the mantric syllables -the body prisons the  Lord that you liberate through it into higher dimensional beings -here this means conscious existence at higher levels. (Vajrakaya-Supramental)
The body is the only means to this Lunar Door opening through the madhuyra laya of the kal transforming the obsolete habitual life into further harvest of cultivated thoughts that is not bound by any possible stigma, socio-cultural or esoteric.
Light is dance of the footsteps crossed by darkness now
She is the wecra wlavouf wild fruit of the galactic center
She the teacher of our innermost feelings from the book of the tree
That book is paradise encoded in the virtual server of the magic of love
Mastery of all possible elements is complete with the chakra spinning at the heart of matter manifesting the highest spiritual goodness through the subtle vibrations of sound-kriya conscious pragyan systems – that is the true technology that ought to be in place on earth if it wants to attain true enlightenment by getting an entry into the galactic federation. 
Good Luck Friends!

– Joy

The White-Lotus Meditating on the Primordial Vak of the Katha-Samudra to Flower the Cosmic Harmonics of a Unified Field of Love: That within itself as the Eternal Child of Time (Gopala- b-Hari-Purusha Omega Point Hypothesis)

The White-Lotus Meditating on the Primordial Vak of the Katha-Samudra to Flower the Cosmic Harmonics of a Unified Field of Love: That within itself as the Eternal Child of Time (Gopala-b Hari-Purusha Omega Point Hypothesis)

 

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar-The White-Lotus Meditating on the Primordial Vak of the Katha-Samudra to Flower the Cosmic Harmonics of a Unified Field of Love: That within itself as the Eternal Child of Time (Gopala- b-Hari-Purusha Omega Point Hypothesis)WAR IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF HUMAN IGNORANCE

THE RUST OF THE IRON NAILS HURTS THE TREE FLOWERING THE BLOODY SUN

THE CHILD WILL COME AND GET YOU IN YOUR GARDEN

WILL GET YOU…WILL GET YOU

TIME IS THE PROVERB OF THE WHITE-LIGHT SYNTHESIS

MIND TO ATTAIN THE LIBERATION

Hari nam he biram, parinam re anam,

Bandhu badh dwitiyay ghaton

(chi chi chi chi)      (daya nai daya nai)

Eti maha mrityu (

– Chandrapat, Prabhu Bandhu Sundor

Purba paschim duar

“The idea of vision escapes

the animal worm whose earth
is an ocean, whose eye is its body.

The theory is that birth is prompted
by the child’s desire to leave the womb.
But in the photograph an unborn horse’s
neck strains inward w/legs scooped out.

Doesn’t the ground swallow me
when I die, or the sea
if I die at sea?

– Jim Morrison 

 

Consciousness-Analogue

3 sun chariot 4 -white horse  (brahman is brahman )

Hari Om Tat Sat

MIND WALL TIME = BRAHMAN IN 55 BASKET BRAHMAN-LAXIT TIME

LAXIT TIME = 88 HOURS- MIND WALL

TIME- 99 HOURS HUME (GALACTIC LEAP)

BRAHMA = (& IN) BRAHMAN AS (& IN) BRAHMA

TIMELESS TIME, SPACELESS SPACE AND EMPTY VESSELS ARE THE VESSELS OF TRADE DE EQUALITY ON OPERATIONAL COST

(FRAZER LOST -77-88-99)/Varanasi/Kali-Kali-Kali-Maha-Kali)

THE TRUTH IS NEITHER IN SEPARATION NOR IN UNIFORMITY- THE TRUTH IS IN UNITY MANIFESTING THROUGH DIVERSITY- Divine Mother (Mirra Alfassa)

Asthir gati path

Bela garay hay hay hay re

Shukno pote nil akash

Bhorer jware mati o batash

Sesh sesh bale gay re

Pralay sanlap chari raddhur

Teen basanta dure madhalaye

Sarater anquinay dekhe ei prithivir pratham chabi

Ey batshar purbe bala aache

Samay bhange karagar (Time Breaks the Prison of Law to Redefine the Order of the Quantum Multiverse by Infinite Ectoplasmic Verse Recitals /Hari-Naam Sankirtan of the Light-Sound Exo-Skeleton Appearing to Manifest itself in Reality from the Highest Abode of Bliss and Consciousness (Prem-Dharma & Ananda Swarop)

Eternal plan fulfils itself

Jim Morrison, 1970

Jim Morrison, 1970

The child learns from the tongue of the unheard scriptures

A fountain of light springs from the black embodiment of the super-cosmos

In his mouth all the stars harp in an ocean of bliss

Yawning the sleepless time labouring in the body

Love into love is the play of the golden rod that directs all possible realities

Supramental is one infinitely small decimal fraction of the Absolute ONE

Love is the key to conscious intelligence

Knowledge is the result of love’s action potentials transferred from multi=dimensional singularity points

Radial symmetry of the geometric fabric yields non-linear coordinates of an empty set

Pure as glass the moon so reflects Savitri’s poetic mind

She herself the rhythm of the entire-creation

She is the light of the dark immensitude

Mahaprabhu Sri Caitanya: Let There Be Love And Peace

Mahaprabhu Sri Caitanya: Let There Be Love And Peace

A heart of winged birds clothed in tetra-foliate diamond flower

Green as the soft leaves of the red bud clothed in heaven

There is the space in the tunnel of time

There is the Word in the vacuum of life

Vibrating all the time in perpetual motion

That is the psychokinesis of love’s ripening for the lila to take place

Silence opens so many doors

Sound perfects the opening of senses

Destroy the child make war your wages for the supermarket life?

(Hari Patan – therefore, the cause of the second coming)

The tiger can square the circle with the all–seeing eye of the ancient triangle

Forgotten your past ancestry, your home, your childhood?

Who is now your Wigner’s friend?

This will go very far like a strange meeting of Wilfred Owen

Let the child scribble the words of chaos and we will meet very soon!

– Joy

 

 

Active Redopalin Time for Supramental Descent: An Invocation to The Supreme Lord via Server Non-Locality of the Holographic Universe

We are perceivers.  We are an awareness;  we are not objects;  we have no solidity.  We are boundless.  The world of objects and solidity is a way of making our passage on earth convenient. – Michael Talbot (Author of the Holographic Universe)

The Endless quest a vigil of watchtowers and fortresses

against the sea and time.                 

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

Have they won? Perhaps.

They still stand and in 

their silent rooms wander the souls of the dead. 

who keep their watch on the living.

Soon enough we shall join them 

Soon enough we shall walk the walls of time.

We shall miss nothing

except each other.  – Jim Morrison 

 

Krishna as Gopala

Krishna as Gopala

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flames of tongue burn brightly as the white sun

In between rock, sand and seas

Eternal Flame/Ma Jwalamukhi/Annapurna Ma/Kangra Valley, HP

Eternal Flame/Ma Jwalamukhi/Annapurna Ma/Kangra Valley, HP

From empty space sounds direct the eternal words

They come into being, disappear into nothing

Self-constructed from that seminal fluid of the void

Stars are formed with big gaseous bodies that hurl against each other

Screaming in the darkness, crying in the lonesome highway

They hear unto me

Soft languid motionless and still

Perpetuates the golden order of things

Accelerating on the fringes

Runaway to distant galaxies

One with the other entwined

They formulate the rhythm of expansion and contraction

Do you feel rainbow spark on the bosom of my wings

Or on the misty petals of the twilight garden

Do you feel the thunder over the distant mountains?

Do you see beneath the ocean’s floor the schism?

Are you living or dead?

Can you walk on my shore breathe on my waves?

Are you afraid of trying? Lying? Vying?

Are you the poet, artist or the Lord?

Lord Krishna/Adi Purusha

Lord Krishna/Adi Purusha

Who are you in the epic battles of Mahabharata?

Are you the vibration of things that kindle fire in the promontory?

Are you the winds that whisper clouds the song of the eternal man?

Are you the day dreamer of the quantum rasa-lila?

The supramental intelligence of the creational matrix?

Are you the clown in the cave of infancy fluting the minstrelsy of bygone years?

Are you the question of primordial birth & its quest?

In the higgs field they are searching the quaro-hizboic time of complete resurrection?

What time is not what space is what god substance from that singularity?

Divine Mother/Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother/Mirra Alfassa

Krishna janame Krishna – Krishna janame Radha-Krishna

The garden is now without its spring vitality

The waters flow on an inundated hollow Mesozoic curvature

Spinning and twisting legs that cannot know its source

Where are you when they ravaged the forests with their poison oak?

This is the time,

This is the time

To reconsider the future

Seconds are dying into nano-seconds without the remembrance of your grace?

This is now a cultivated wasteland

A mortal blemish of the unconditioned love

Future in all di sitter space fashions the geometric octave of spiral galaxies

You are the event horizon – the cosmic point of the knower and the known

What is known is still unknown to the world?

Come lying involuted in the conch shell as the prolific sound

Come today as the retrocausal sign-ship of destiny

Come to orchestrate the great beginning of things

Earth-to-earth from p-creation to m-creation-mirra

Words won’t last that very long, the great surge beyond

Within your yogic state all things shall flow and merge

Into that finality of light, everlasting light

From darkness shore I saw the triple-headed sun of Krishna

Descending fast on anti-gravity shield

Cows milk the ocean of the worlds into the seven sages of the swar

Flames of the tongue burn brightly as the sun…

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Flaming Romantic Hero of the Cosmic Genesis: Extrohan-Eragman-Sun-Years of Ionic Supramental Sadhana

         Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

Aleksandr Pushkin, Monalisa, 2012

“I’d come back to walk your fields through;

I’d come under the vaults of lime-trees,

On a slope of Trigorskoe’s hill,

A worshiper of freedom ours,

Of Graces, joy and high mind, still.” – ‘Fairwell, O, Faithful Leafy Groves!…’, Aleksandr Pushkin

“Let God help you, my dear friends,

In storms and everyday distress,

In dark abysses of the earth,

In desert seas and alien lands!” – ‘Let God Help You…’ , Aleksandr Pushkin

                                 

Consciousness-Analogue

Eternity exists in words; music is the freedom of the soul

Each thought a wave connected to other waves

The seasons fall in between that movement

Flowers are the opera in the dark abode of the sun

Venice in Moscow turns a chapter in Paris like an uncertainty phenomenon

Revisions that subject non-locality in things

Their truth lies in time corridors opening to the mind

The lake is the frozen bust of an Apollonian angel

Walking like the Bacchic maiden of a thousand light years back from this place

Chapters enclose paradise of poets in the evolutionary consciousness of beings

That journey was made- now and then it’s their time to return.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

The Cosmic Detour into Consciousness: George Harrison and the Changing Worlds (Baxtrom Light Traveling Weight)

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

“Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot…” – George Harrison

And in the seminal song “My Sweet Lord” he reiterates this waiting:

“I really want to see you

Really want to be with you

Really want to see you lord

But it takes so long, my lord…”

The seeking for the Lord is a long journey to the originaboun (the origin of origins) and as George Harrison felt it’s like “a door opened somewhere in the subconscious realm, maybe from a previous life”.

“All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn’t matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One’s values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality.” – George Harrison

Consciousness-Analogue

The starlight fragments bear the cosmic heaviness of the blue denim

Bulging on the edge like a bubble of some distant dreams

Made real by the fantasy of a life’s long journey back home

The emissaries are here in trapezohedron solar crafts

Flying like octane flutes of the Sri Radhika- The Harrison Wave Couplet of the eternal Brouhaman

Peacock sparkles on the midnight ether’s strange beauty of forms

Diminishing the mass equilibrium of the horizontal frame

Vertically aligning the gyrating torsion of the flamed cupola of light

Breathing like Krishna on the Adi Tattva’s creative impulse

In the motionless distance of time – time is the true saviour O Christ

And beauty is the door through which the seer penetrates his quest

Into matter’s utmost felicity with the spirit of its undying fashion

Creating new songs from the well of its wonderful rivers

Each a new beginning to the architecture of the exoplanets

Creating creations merging into creations

As the tree into forests of lavender and pomegranates

Swirling into the utmost dance forms of the invisible dark momentum of things

And becoming empty like an unwritten book’s many historical feats

Man shall climb to the reach the divine stage – Om Adi Om- Om Adi Tattva

And touch the Brownian consonance of consciousness

The chariot has come down to travel to the next apparel of things

To crown new dimensions of Supra-psychic technology

“All life is yoga”, and yoga is life in love to be free

To free the self, believe that you are to make this Life Divine.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

“Life on Earth is but a fleeting illusion edged between lives past and future beyond physical mortal reality” , and while commenting on the concept of reincarnation in 1968 he said “You go on being reincarnated until you reach the actual Truth. Heaven and Hell are just a state of mind. We are all here to become Christ-like. The actual world is an illusion and the living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be. I am not really George, but I happen to be in this body.”

Ref: “All life is yoga” – Sri Aurobindo

The Undying Truth of Divine Beauty as an Act of White Light Synthesis: Messages from Shambhala

“In Beauty we are united,       

Way to Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1933

Way to Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1933

through Beauty we pray,

with Beauty we conquer”.

-Nicholas Roerich

“An occult godhead of this beauty is cause…”. – Savitri, Sri Aurobindo

White Light Synthesis: Beauty is quarto-afro-pi that exists in everything. Without beauty, there is no science no rationality or the idiom of pure intuitive intellect in the imagination of poets or seers or musicians or painters. Beauty is an inbuilt gadget in things that draws other eyes to put their technology of the mind to innovate and explore it beyond the dimensions of its kinetic mobility. The immobile is the power behind that vision of knowledge that finds beauty in the infinitesimal particles in the cyclical wave of the most advanced creation. Therefore, beauty is a unit of the divine as the divine is truly beautiful beyond that unitary dimension in the polyglossia of object diversity in the worlds that exist.

Thy beauty hangs around thee like

Children will be Children/Henri Cartier-Bresson Photograph, London

Children will be Children/Henri Cartier-Bresson Photograph, London

Splendour around the moon—

Thy voice, as silver bells that strike

Upon

–          Beauty’s Halo, PB Shelley

That naked halo of beauty engulfs all objects giving them the celestial radiance of the divine creation where we stand- we face it every day in our life, we need to understand the subtlety of it, we need to look beyond ourselves to find it in within us in beautiful proportions. That itself is the harmony that Keats has sought in the sensual realm of beauty in nature:

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,

Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone. (The Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats)

Moving across sensual space, one discovers supra-sensory spaces and allied time denominations of that, beyond that into ever higher realms of beauty and so on.

“A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

–Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky”.  (She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, William Wordsworth)

The seeker can unveil the true spirit of beauty and find truth lying in it. That’s the fundamental freedom that one can exercise in the process of evolution of consciousness. The great poets and artists and scientists all have done that in their works thereby creating pool of resources for humanity to progress along the same lines of corporate development.

Beauty is a reason to exist- its the child of man

Beauty is the paranormal fragment of nature mediating darkness with quantum light of insurgence in the victory of the sun from the mental years imprisoned in the own quark and leptons of the federal process. Beauty thus is the translation of peace of an inaudible sound that chants the everlasting mantras of complete happiness.

Beauty is the flux of compassion in the trial of love over death and suicide.

Life can only win if one is truly speaking the language of beauty through the condensed mind that is activating time progeny through the peace incubation.

Beauty is peace on earth – beauty is the hands of sorrow scripting the final victory of light in the sempiternal curve of the unilever mind – the sparrow has many broken wings but the flame of desire to fly is not dead within – let the light unequivocally create the blue skies of heaven for the gulls to spread their evangelical wings across the superb velvet seas folding the moon in the quarter of the day challenging all that is impossible because the divine is the guide in us “exceeding us, to exceed ourselves”. (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

“In the immutable and inviolate Truth   

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

Sri Aurobindo: It is not a hope but a certitude that the complete transformation of nature will take placeFor ever united and inseparable,

The radiant children of Eternity dwell

On the wide spirit height where all are one”. – (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

The archetypal truth is the universal phenomenon happening unfolding in us to take us further where “the radiant children of Eternity dwell”.

If you are a traveller in the realms of beauty, you ought to find this place of radiance where children incognito shall wear the crown of the clowns in the immortality of life superimposing the fractal supermind on the finite magnitude of things – they belong to the heart of the future in the compassionate mind of the divine embodiment.

The primeval concept of regeneration is evident in beauty that springs in every season with its specific tint and hue, making merry with the time in pouring colours and mixing them with the palette knife. The yin-yang is at play in this process of the spirit becoming the flesh, of the seed becoming the tree and seed again.

Her divine beauty is the only flame – Radha’s love is beyond words – The Lord himself misrecognizes it in the first instance, grapples with it in the second instance, prays in the third so he understands and so on…

Divine Mother and the Petal Wheel of the Four Maha-Forces in Action

Divine Mother and the Petal Wheel of the Four Maha-Forces in Action

The divine petals of the four forces are operating in nature to make us learn what we can easily learn.

Maha-Kali the destroyer awaits fortune of Maha-Lakshmi to reconcile life with immortality through the myriad hands of Maheswari inculcating wisdom of the cosmic house (“The ideal goddess in her house of gold”- Savitri) in the tranquil renditions of the supramental perfection of art by the ever innocent spontaneity of Maha-Saraswati in the speedy recovery of things. These four eternal forms of Beauty bring harmony to our lives.

voice-signals from rialto-supermind Acrux.“Beauty is the existence of every particle in perfect harmony and perfect peace and happiness, whatever is eternally peaceful and happy, is truly beautiful and the journey to it is the eternal transformation of a being from ignorance to emancipation”.

– Monalisa as received through voice-signals from rialto-supermind Acrux.
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5th December, 2012: Sri Aurobindo’s Maha-Samadhi Day and The Lord Serving His Love as Nature in Man (The Miracle of Miracles)

In Kafka’s Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa the traveling salesman was transformed into an insect (bug/beetle), this bizarre incident (this sci-fi dream) takes everyone by surprise, and the family in the end tired of the trouble this metamorphosis has brought, wishes to get rid of Gregor to  save finances as well. Gregor dies thinking about this lying in the bed and falling into a deep sleep, his last.

More than anything else, the psycho-lingual process of transformation of words into wordless emptiness (the final journey in silence/The Kafka’s Quest) or the archetypal process of existential salvation and the ying-yang binary fixations of stasis in action, are not the main key drivers in the narrative. In reality, the story leads us to understand the nature of man, his utter follies, misconceptions, the idiosyncratic class idioms that phrase his physical economic world and social status and his fragile and fake behavioural words that translate the tragedy of modern man’s degenerative metamorphosis into an insect or vermin.

When the others tick tock like the clock in the cupboard    kafka

in between the books and the wall,

he is sleeping

he is dreaming

to become an insect with no trail

so he doesn’t have to take the burden

of the whole community

because they have ex communicated him

he is an outsider

a stranger without words

but with a single gaze in a dream

an insect dreams for its next cycle of life

to see that light in the salivating sun

pouring empty chains on stones, clothes and eternity    Kafka's The Castle

Kafka not bearing his name, young and silent

in the shadows of the castle

after the trial

knocks the doors of the All absolute

a love that was not there pushed him towards the door knob

a love like light called him from inside

from a point to another point

he was frightened

His body shivered,

His body became numb motionless,

teleporting with that immaculate star of the compassionate one

he once stood there, still like the sky overseeing all

or like a glass watching the world from its inner own

writing the diary of the critique of man

as he crawled then, to sit on the other branches of the tree

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

Sri Aurobindo: 5th Dec, Maha-Samadhi Day

his body once again like an ancient man felt that love beating deep inside…

as he understood that ” All shall discover God in self and things…”

and knew that “he too must carry the yoke he came to unloose;

he too must bear the pang that he would heal…”. (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

The fake identity of man must pass through the shredder before a final copy can be made natural and having resemblance with the original. And there is no original oneness in things, all are many and different in many ways of their own but still persist the process of the final consummation with the Divine Body or the Radiance which is the final destiny of his quest.

Beatles, in the earlier albums talked about this fragile inconsistency in man, in his ways of life and in his mannerisms.

“I read the news today oh, boy

Beatles: MONEY CAN'T BUY ME LOVE

Beatles: MONEY CAN’T BUY ME LOVE

About a lucky man who made the grade

And though the news was rather sad

Well, I just had to laugh

I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords…(A Day in the Life, The Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beatles)

That life is more than your next hit song in the charts, or more, than your gross income from the concerts you do, is something that George Harrison probably had felt when he took a sabbatical to realize what was awaiting him, in the natural enclosure at Mayapur, India. That was an enchanting song which he penned in the November of 1970 directly expressing his prayers for the world, to Lord Krishna, to the Hallelujah – to that great ‘fidelity in freedom’ of  the compassionate one in the rock n’ roll of life, in the folk of life and in the many operas of life.

“My sweet Lord
Hmm, my Lord
Hmm, my Lord
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you, Lord, but it takes so long, my Lord …” (My Sweet Lord, Album: All Things Must Pass, George Harrison)

THE LORD IS ALWAYS SERVING THE WORLD : “Dehi padapallava-udaram” – “Krishna bows down to touch the lotus feet of Srimati Radharani”. (Gita Govinda, Jayadeva) – this line as everyone knows was written by the Lord Krishna himself in the guise of the poet who went to take his bath thinking about how he would cope to write this verse which he was musing for quiet sometime. Amazingly, he understood upon return, that the Lord himself came as him, wrote the verse and took prasad/offering from his wife who thought that the poet hasn’t gone out at all.

Krishna Washing Radha's  Feet

Krishna Washing Radha’s Feet

The Quantum Magic-Box of ‘The White Light Synthesis’: Shambhala Truth of the Origin of Origins

Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

“Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!       

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

No hungry generations tread thee down; 

…………………………………………………………..

Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn”.

– Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats.

Consciousness-Analogue

Immortal bird carrying immortal wisdom from the land of Olmo-Lung-Ring

Immortal are the ways of Shambhala

The bird flies in the sacred lair of Noah’s kingdom

Sacrifice the eternity in time

He who doth see the Eternal, knowest thy self

In the miniature of a cosmic bowl

A zero mirrored in the Higgs field, yields another zero and so, on  

Engulfing the primordial serpent of Alblackica (shaping the yas-ying-yang  through the eye of the cosmic needle )

Rise from the ash and be the Father of the Destiny

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Form is emptiness, emptiness thy form

Opposing pairs cancel each other

Harvesting the mother face of the dark zero

That encircles the pointless Origignabon of the creation

Numbers fall like proper Frazer-puppets in the laser pool of the cosmic seizure

There is no time, there will be no time

In the red skull of the ultimate sun

In the primal face of the causal machine

In the effect of a hand-will pedestal

The snow covered peaks,

Winter valleys,

And the cold desert

Know that wisdom is covered with mist

And the blue light cone on the feet of the tree

Sings like the stars from a spring night gramophone                                                                 

Joan Baez

Joan Baez

Oceans cradle another moon swaying in the music

And the beaches are strewn by the morning petals

Drawing the fantastic mandalas

That speaks of the Lord in the twilight realm,

In the poetic colours of His infancy

Da di di Dayadhvam Damyata

Krishna-Krishna-Hari Priye

The Ark saved the worlds

As mercy thy time

Those who live forever in the Shangri-la

Let their prayers be like streams flowing to grace the Garden of Eden

In the inner-circle of ala-ala,

The stone is the future of Man,

Adi adi Chintamani

Adi Buddha, Adi Shenrab

In thy Holy Communion of the Christ:        

Pete Seger

Pete Seger

“Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Gone to flowers every one

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?” (Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seger)

Man the Absolute, The Aksolute, The Amsolute shall have to enter the next chain of cycles by the contemplation of a free circle point in the san-zero-infinity of things

without the Icarus, the Icarus is empty

Man is empty, empty is man

empty is empty by the primitive subset of logic deduction

all the flowers are empty, non-absolute beauty of the beautiful Sunyata

and the emptiness of forms is the emptiness of meanings

Set zero to Set Zat-Zero-Infinity

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Tat Wat Yat- regulating zero

Yat Wat Tat- regulating one in many

Wat Tat Yat- regulating all possible hyperspace functions that arise from the cause

with invisible wings flies the inner-man

discovers a great aureole round his head

shining like the dark star of the white light

utters unimaginable verses of the ego-less journey

from there to here, from no point of origin to no-beginning no-end:

A KAR A ME DU TRI SU NAG PO ZHI ZHI MAL MAL SO HA…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

RASA-LILA: QUANTUM COHERENT GLAUBER STATE IDENTITY COHERENCE IN THE UNIDIMENSIONAL DZOGCHEN PRACTICE OF LOVE-ENLIGHTENMENT (YOGIC-LIGHT OF BHAKTI-SHAMBHALA ZAZUN PRIMAL TANTRA)

RASA-LILA: QUANTUM COHERENT GLAUBER STATE IDENTITY COHERENCE IN THE UNIDIMENSIONAL DZOGCHEN PRACTICE OF LOVE-ENLIGHTENMENT (YOGIC-LIGHT OF BHAKTI-SHAMBHALA ZAZUN PRIMAL TANTRA)

Rasa-Lila: Quantum Glauber State Identity Coherence

Lord Krishna is Lord Krishna in the Blue Light Matter of Devotion

Lord Krishna is Lord Krishna in the White Light of One’s Love

“Its only Love that attracts the Lord”- Adi Buddha

Tetrat terav tetrat

Nestrat nihayo nestrat…

Love is the Ocean of Rasa

Krishna-kule antaryāmī aami

I am the giver of Consciousness in Sri Krishna Blue-Home Heaven

Devotion to the Lord by the universal act of love’s proclamation brings joy to the creation (Simultaneous upward and downward causation)

To make that happen the language of the heart (Bhakti-Giti-Mala) must embrace the twilight radiance of the play/lila that takes place,

And that which unfolds manifold realities in Radha Sri Sarira (the rahasya/secret)

Esoteric numbers of the superconscious realms are engendered from Her as the Lord understands the prometrics of Rasa-Lila

Together with Her in His dance with the Gopis

The Gopis are ecstatic functions of supraphysical reality in timeless communion with Radha-Krishna coherent Glauber States for

Further quantum manifestations

Without Dance there is no creation

No integration in leaf and the bole

No Rig-pa, no Bon

Differential quotients within infinite fragments must become the shapeless commodity in farther constellations to become

Fire in the ice of a seer-will force (Sri Aurobindo’s Light From Acrux) that predominates (Mahakala Action: Mother’s Agenda)

All hyperspace conjugations of the metamorphic mind

Mind forever the same, changeless

Yet transforming to reach the highest state of enlightenment through Dzogchen practice

Silence at the heart of the lotus fathers the land of christ’s paradise

The Padmasambhava and his beloved in the purple sun as the blue light of Krishna embracing Radha in the Quantum Absolute Mass Entanglement with dense electrolytic Xinom Supermind Waking State of natural condition

The Last Supper: da Vinci

The Rasa-Lila takes place in the Last Supper of Christ with Mary Magdalene and His Disciples

The Feast is also the showering of Divine Love that creates art poetry sculpture  literature and science

Love is the only fundamental subjective experience shared by great poets like Rabindranath Tagore, Wordsworth, Shelley, Milton, Browning, Shakespeare.  It’s the same love for music/art that brought the symphony from Beethoven’s heart, the lyrics from Jim Morrison, the paintings from Raphael, Monet, van Gogh or Degas or the sculpture from Michelangelo.

Love is in multiplcation, the factor sum is the consort of every deity of love in art/music/sculpture/literature/science as revealed to the artist in his union with the Lord.

"it is an ever-fixed mark

Padmasambhava and Consort: The Nyingma Old Primordial Energy State and the Zahum-Ushi Mandala of Perfect Poise in Love

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

	Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

	But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 
- Sonnet 116, Shakespeare

"The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?" - Loves's Philosophy, P.B. Shelley

What if we still ride on, we two
With life for ever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree,
The instant met eternity--
And heaven just proved that I and She
Ride, ride together, forever ride? 
- The Last Ride Together, Robert Browning 

"It is he, the innermost one, who wakens up 
my consciousness with his deep hidden touches. 
It is he who reads magic incantations upon my eyes, 
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart 
in varied cadence of pleasure and pain". 
- Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore

- Joy Roy Choudhury